by Jo Adler
“Would you like anything to drink?” he asks, motioning across the room. “There’s a full bar in the alcove near the windows.”
I glance across the room and see a small niche outfitted with overstuffed chairs, a wet bar and full-size refrigerator.
“And if you want something that isn’t stocked here, we can contact the concierge and he’ll send it up. My friend runs the club like a boutique hotel, so nearly every appetite can be satisfied and ever whim indulged.”
“I’m okay for now,” I reply.
“Very well,” Adam says. “In that case, we can—” When I reach up to remove my mask, he grabs my arm. “Not yet, Nick. In fact, I’ve got something very specific in mind for us.” He pauses. “If, that is, you’re willing to play along and let me direct the evening. I think of it as a ‘getting to know you’ type of scene.”
I gulp in a deep breath. “What is it?”
“Are you comfortable with wearing a blindfold?”
I nod. “I don’t have tons of experience with kink, but I’ve tried a few things.”
Adam chuckles. “I was thinking of something a little less involved than a deep throat gag, ten-inch dildo and a heavy tail flogger,” he says. “Maybe some preliminary Daddy/boy roleplay fun?”
“That sounds good. Like the basic things?”
“Well, that depends on how you define basic,” Adam replies. “But I promise you that it will be pleasurable in every way.”
As my eyes glide from Adam’s chiseled jaw to his sleeve tattoos and then down to the bulge in his jeans, my mind races in a dozen directions at once. “Ready to begin?” He flashes another wide smile. “Or would you prefer to talk a bit more about preferences and hard limits?”
“I’m ready.” I pull in another jittery breath. “And thanks for being patient with me.”
He smiles before gesturing toward the far side of the room. “The door on the left opens to a hallway that leads to the changing room and closets. When you go into the dressing area, you’ll find some items on the center table. When you’ve changed into the gear that I selected earlier, let me know that you’re ready and I’ll guide you back to this room. From that point forward, you’ll call me Daddy and I’ll call you—”
“Boy?” I say quickly.
“That’s right, boy.”
There’s a confident lift in his voice; the sound of control and authority that I crave. It makes my cock swell with anticipation.
“And then you’ll bring me back out here?” I feel my stomach tremble.
Adam smiles. “Don’t worry,” he says warmly. “You’ll understand once you see the things that I want you to wear.”
I smile nervously. “What is it?” I ask, feeling the butterflies in my stomach churn even faster. “I mean, I’m not into handcuffs or restraints until I really get to know someone?”
He offers a nod. “Do you trust me, boy?”
I don’t even know you. How can I answer that question?
“I see the hesitation on your face,” he says, moving closer. “And I don’t blame you for being wary. We’ve just met. And I get the impression from your hesitation that you’ve been hurt fairly recently by another man. Well, I can promise you one thing: I will never hurt you. Before we do anything, I’ll ask for your safe word. At any point, if you’re feeling uncomfortable or panicky, just use that word and we’ll stop.”
“Shadow,” I say. “That’s my word.”
“That’s easy to remember,” Adam says. “Now, unless you have other questions, why don’t you go into the changing room and see what I’ve prepared for you to wear.”
I turn to walk away, but then think of another question.
“When did you plan all of this?”
Adam’s eyes flare. “The second that I saw you downstairs,” he answers. “Was it wishful thinking? You bet it was. But the moment that I noticed you talking to Oliver, I slipped away and came up to the suite. At that moment, I didn’t know if we’d even end up talking, but I was determined to be ready if we did and you seemed interested in having some fun together.”
A few more questions tumble into my mind, but I push them aside. I don’t want to delay the night any further. It’s time to stop thinking and surrender to the adventure.
“I’ll be waiting,” Adam says as I cross the room. “But take all the time that you need.”
Once I’m in the changing room and see the outfit that he wants me to wear, I realize I won’t need any time at all. There are four things on top of the table in the center of the room: a black jockstrap, white crew socks, a leather harness and a black satin blindfold.
“Holy fuck!” I say to my reflection in the floor mirror tucked in one corner. “I love the way this man thinks!”
I quickly slip out of my clothes, arrange them neatly on a side chair and get dressed in the jock, harness and socks.
After taking a final look at my reflection in the mirror, I tie the blindfold over my eyes and turn toward the hallway.
“Daddy?” I call. “I’m dressed.”
I hold my breath and wait. In less than a minute, I hear Adam’s footsteps on the gleaming marble floor.
“You ready boy?”
My pulse quickens. “Yes, Daddy.”
I feel the tips of his fingers on my shoulder. “We’ll go back down the hallway to the bedroom,” he tells me. “Then I’ll guide you to the foot of the bed. I want you to kneel on the cushion that I’ve arranged for you. Is that understood?”
My heart quivers in my chest. Why did I agree to this? Why didn’t I decline the invitation to see the rest of the house? Then I could be home right now, fisting my cock and fantasizing about a hot daddy instead of being suddenly terrified that I’m going to disappoint him somehow and find myself disposed of yet again. Like the way Taylor tossed me aside.
I smile. “Yes, Daddy. What happens after—”
“No questions unless I ask you directly!” His voice is hard and sharp. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just use your safe word. Do you understand?”
I take a breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s good, boy,” he says. “The cushion is directly in front of you, so go ahead and kneel when you’re ready.”
He keeps a firm grip on my hand and elbow as I slowly lower myself onto the tufted pad.
“There’s a bottle of lube on the floor a few inches to your right. I want you to pick it up and grease your fingers thoroughly. Then I want you to lean forward, place your forehead on the edge of the bed and slide one finger into your hole.”
I feel my cock shudder.
“Is that understood, boy?” he asks.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I find the bottle, slather the greasy gel on the first two fingers of my right hand and then comply with his request. The lube is cool, but warms quickly as I guide one finger into my ass.
I hear the zipper of his jeans and then the snap of the top button.
“How many fingers do you have in, boy?”
“Just one, sir.”
“Make it two,” he says. “I want that hole stretched so it’s ready to go.”
My cock convulses again at the thought of Adam thrusting into me. Since my relationship ended with Taylor, I’ve played with toys and my own fingers. But the thought of Adam’s girth widening the tight opening makes my breath snag in my throat.
“You okay, boy?” There’s a hint of genuine warmth in his tone, like he’s taking things slow to ensure my comfort with his plan.
“Yes, sir. I’m just excited to be doing this with you.”
I hear the jeans drop to the floor.
“Very good,” Adam says. “Now while you work those fingers in your hole, I’m going to walk around and stand in front of you.”
I feel him brush against my right shoulder as he circles me. Then he puts one hand on the top of my head.
“Open your mouth,” he says in a low gravelly tone. “And lean forward.”
When I follow his order, I feel the warm tip of his c
ock press against my tongue.
“Take it all, boy,” he whispers. “Start with the tip. Then close your mouth around it and slide all the way down very slowly. I want you to have a taste of my dick before I put it where it really needs to be.”
I obey the commands, listening to Adam moan loudly as my lips tighten around the wide, throbbing cock. As his hoarse grunts continue to drone from above, I want to fist my own dick. But I know that I need his permission to speak, so I concentrate on taking every inch of him into my mouth until he’s pressed against the back of my throat.
“How does that taste, boy?”
I groan with pleasure. Then I move my hand to the base of Adam’s dick, squeeze tightly and slip the glistening shaft from my mouth.
“It’s amazing, Daddy,” I murmur.
“Very good,” he says, reaching down and helping me to my feet. “Now it’s my turn.”
6
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ADAM
“And I want you to watch,” I tell Nick. “I want you to see me exploring your body.”
When I loosen the blindfold and let it fall away, Nick blinks his eyes to adjust to the light.
“Next, I want you to remove the jock,” I say, “but do it slowly.”
One corner of his mouth rises into a playful smirk as he slides both hands under the elastic waistband. His cock is so hard that the pouch is tented nicely, giving me a brief glimpse of his plump balls beneath the black knit fabric.
“Like this, Daddy?” Nick asks in a sultry tone as he begins slowly pushing the athletic supporter toward his knees.
“That’s perfect.” I extend one arm and grasp his pulsing dick as soon as it bounces free. “And so is this, boy.”
He gasps at the touch of my hand.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He bites his lower lip. “Just worried that I’ll let you down, Daddy.”
I think about admonishing him again for the wavering self-confidence, but decide to save that conversation for after our play session. On one hand, I understand an initial case of butterflies and the desire to please. But Nick is everything I want in a boy: handsome, well-built, intelligent and keen to submit.
“Go ahead and sit on the edge of the bed,” I instruct him. “Spread your legs so Daddy can get a good taste of his boy before we move on to the main event.”
He offers a crooked smile before his gaze slides slowly from my face to my gleaming cock, wet from his mouth and shuddering for more. The slit shines with drops of precum. As Nick watches breathlessly, I reach down, swirl my thumb around the head and then slip it into my mouth.
His eyes go wide.
“Would you like a taste, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he murmurs. “Can I please?”
I moisten the thumb again and hold it in front of Nick. His lips part slowly before he sucks hungrily on my thumb.
“Hmmm…” The ecstasy buzzes deep in his throat. “That’s so good, Daddy.”
I slide the cushion forward, kneel down between his feet and wrap one hand around the base of his cock. He flinches again at my touch, but then begins to relax as I pulse my grip around his swollen erection.
“Let me see how my boy tastes,” I say, leaning forward and slowly rotating the tip of my tongue around the plump head of his cock.
Nick moans loudly, letting his head roll forward.
“Feel good?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whimpers. “Want more, please.”
His legs tremble as I slide my mouth down the length of his cock. I inhale deeply when my nose brushes against his tight stomach. His scent is intoxicating: a feathery mix of bath soap, cologne and sweat. Once I’ve had my fill of his aroma, I ease back and begin rhythmically bobbing up and down on Nick’s thick shaft. I press my tongue against the underside as I move toward him, and then swirl it around the tip as I ease back on my heels. He hums with pleasure as I caress his balls with one hand and lock into a smooth, steady fisting with the other, gliding from the base to the tip while increasing the pressure and massaging the head with a series of rapid-fire squeezes.
“How is it so far, boy?” I ask as I slide back from the bed.
“Fucking amazing, Daddy.” His voice is thick with desire. “Can I—”
I lightly slap one knee. “No questions, boy. Your task is to submit and let me explore my boy.”
Damn, I’m getting ahead of myself. Calling him my boy.
“Is that understood?”
He inhales a deep breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to get on all fours,” I tell him. “With your ass toward me and your knees on the edge of the mattress.”
He stares at me, momentarily bewildered. “Does that mean—”
I press one finger against his lips. “Remember what I said? If you’re uncomfortable or want to stop, use your safeword. Otherwise, Daddy’s going to take care of you.” I rest one hand on the top of his head. “Is that okay, boy?”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good then.” I remove the hand and help him stand. “Climb up on the bed and get into position.”
As he shifts onto his hands and knees, I lock my gaze on his sculpted ass. It’s like a stunning work of art: athletic and round and smooth. His trembling cock and smooth balls hang in midair between his muscular thighs. When I grab his ass and gently expose the slick hole and taint, he groans and raises his hips.
“What do you need, boy?” I whisper.
He takes a breath. “I need you, Daddy.”
We both need this—desperately. Being touched, being teased and submitting to our animal desires.
“What else do you need, boy?”
His torso expands as he fills his lungs again, the muscles rippling down his back and his ass lifting slightly. “To feel you inside of me.”
I move closer, slide one hand around his hip and grab his cock at the base. I rest the other hand on the small of his back before dragging it between his cheeks. Then I circle his glossy hole with my thumb, teasing it with a series of gentle strokes before pressing the tip of my cock against the puckered opening.
I keep my gaze focused on Nick’s back as the pace of his breathing increases. I skim my hand along the length of his cock, keeping the grip tight and squeezing the head with each stroke. Then I move my cock to one side, slowly insert a finger and the warm, wet sensation goes straight to my dick. Between travel for work and dealing with Liam’s bullshit, I haven’t hooked up with anyone in weeks. And from the way Nick’s ass is clenching on my finger, I’d guess it’s also been a while for him.
“Ready for Daddy to take you?”
He whimpers and pushes against my thumb.
“I want you to stay right where you,” I tell him. “We’re doing this safely, so I need to get ready. While I’m doing that, boy, stroke yourself and think about how good it’s going to feel when I fill your ass with my fat cock.”
It takes just a second or two for me to unwrap the condom that I’d left on the bedside table while Nick was changing. As I slide it into place, he moans with pleasure at the feel of his own hand gliding back and forth on his cock. He’s not as long or wide as me, but it’s a gorgeous piece of meat, with one large vein down the top that glistens with the sheen of the lube.
“Okay, boy,” I say, putting a hand on his ass as I move into position. “I’ll start slow so you can get comfortable. But once I feel you relax, I’m going to be merciless with your hole.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” he drones loudly. “I need it now, Daddy. Please!”
So do I, beautiful boy. So do I.
I use the other hand to steady my cock as I lean toward Nick. When the tip wedges against the slick opening, he grunts and pants.
“Feels so good,” he murmurs into the duvet. And then: “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for giving me a chance to—”
I quickly wrap my other hand around the harness and tug back. “That’s enough, boy! You don’t need to thank me. This is for both of us to enjoy. And we’re sharing it tog
ether.”
He turns his head to one side. I catch a fleeting glimpse of a smile before I press forward, sliding the tip of my cock into his heat.
“Oh, that’s…” he gasps.
I pause to see if he needs to stop, but I can feel his hole gradually relaxing. I ease deeper into him, adding a subtle sideways angle to increase the friction. With each thrust, he lifts his ass higher. When I’m almost completely submerged to the root, Nick begins to buck against me, grunting loudly and grinding harder each time I plunge into him. It takes a moment or two, but we’re soon in a unified rhythm. We move together, his ass pressing against my cock and meeting each thrust with a deep, guttural moan.
When I feel his ass clasp my dick even more tightly, I begin pumping faster. We’ve both slipped into the state of bliss where the entire universe is reduced to two bodies generating heat and friction and power that will end with the inevitable release.
“I’m going to…I’m getting c-c-close,” Nick pants after a few minutes of the harmonized motion. “Should I finish, Daddy? Or should I—”
I drive in hard, withdraw halfway and then go back in deep. At one point, in a frenzy of strokes that sends a shower of tingles down my back, I pull on the leather harness with such force that Nick’s hands leave the bed briefly. It feels amazing to be deep inside of him while he arches back toward me.
“Wait until I’m ready,” I tell him. “I want us to come together, boy.”
He offers a throaty rumble in reply.
“You feel incredible, boy,” I murmur. “So hot and wet and willing.”
As I feel my balls tightening and the tingling in my cock intensifies, I drop the harness and clamp both hands on his hips.
“Are you all set?” I ask.
He mumbles something that I can’t make out.
“Let’s finish,” I say, keeping my hands clamped around his waist. “But I want you on your back, so let me pull out.”
