Pretty Boy

by K. M. Neuhold

  I s’pose that’s true. I write down my name and new phone number. I don’t know Barrett’s address, so I leave that off, handing the paper back to him. “I just moved to town, so I ain’t got nothing to do but work.”

  “Oh,” he says again sounding positively delighted. “W-what brings you to Vegas?”

  I chuckle and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “Followed a guy here on a whim,” I confess.

  He giggles. “Sss-sounds like something I’d do. We’re going to g-get along gr-great.” He looks down at the paper and then back at me, offering his outstretched hand. “I’m Emerson, b-b-by the way. Em for short.”

  “Good to meet ya, Em. Name’s Sterling.”

  “If you’re free, d-d-do you want to st-st…work tomorrow?”

  “I think I can, but do you mind if I ask my Da-…my boyfriend, first?”

  “Oh sure.” He jots down a number and tears it off to hand to me. “Text me to let me know.”

  “Thank you, I will.”

  I leave the shop with a smile on my face. I got a job on my very first try. I can’t wait to tell Barrett when he gets home.

  I call Kane to come pick me up. I have him take me to the grocery store and then home after that so I can start cooking dinner before Daddy gets back.

  Barrett

  I’m anxious to see Sterling after a long damn day. And I’m even more anxious to make good on the promise I made him this morning. I’ve been half-hard all day thinking about it, imagining how perfect my boy will look once I’m finished with him tonight.

  Luckily, the rush shipping came through and the item I was waiting for is in the mailbox. I jog up the front steps with the small box in my hand and open the front door. I’m met with the spicy smell of chili. Making a beeline for the kitchen, I find my boy in front of the stove, a spoon in his hand, a large pot on the front burner, and a pretty smile on his lips.

  “Hey there, little rabbit,” I say, setting my package down on the counter and wrapping my arms around him from behind. He’s stiff at first, a nervous energy radiating from him until I press a kiss against the back of his neck, taking a deep inhale of him.

  “You, um, did ya work things out with your friends?” he asks, still stirring the food but finally relaxing back into me, his small body fitting perfectly in my arms.

  “Yeah. We worked it out and they’d like a second chance to meet you without any preconceived notions this time.”

  “They do?” He seems surprised by this news.

  “Sure. They’re my best friends.”

  “I know,” he says quietly, and I realize what the problem is.

  “You thought they were going to change my mind?” I guess, and he shrugs one shoulder. He’s still not understanding just how stubborn I can be once I set my mind to something. Or maybe he doesn’t believe that he’s what I’ve set my mind to. Either way, I need to give him a tangible reminder of it until he’s as sure as I am. Luckily, that fits perfectly with what I already had planned for him tonight. “The chili can simmer for a while, right?”

  “Sure. It’s better if it simmers.”

  “Good.” I reach over and turn the heat down on the stove, and then take the spoon out of his hand to set on the counter. Then, I gather him into my arms and hoist him over my shoulder.

  “Daddy,” he gasps, and I chuckle, snagging the box off the counter and carrying my boy up to the bedroom.

  Sterling bounces when I toss him onto the bed, dropping the box onto the mattress beside him and tugging down his pants in one fluid motion. His cock is soft between his legs, nestled in the dark thatch of pubic hair, but it starts to plump almost instantly. He watches me with hungry eyes as I slide between his legs, kissing his belly and the inside of his thighs, sucking and licking his skin, getting drunk on the little sounds that fall from his lips and the way his breathing speeds up with every touch of my mouth to his body.

  “I promised this morning that I’d help you, didn’t I?” I murmur, looking up from between his spread thighs. His face is pink, the color extending below the collar of his shirt.

  “Yes, Daddy,” he agrees breathlessly.

  I sit up on my knees, his legs slung over each of my thighs, and reach for the box. Sterling watches with interest as I open it, my heart pounding and my cock hard. When I finally get it out, it’s even more beautiful than I pictured, and I have no doubt it’s going to look incredible on my boy. Sterling doesn’t look any less confused when he sees it, and I grin wickedly.

  “The nice thing about a pretty cock cage like this, little rabbit, is that it serves the dual purpose of helping you keep your hands off your dick and reminding you that you’re mine.”

  It’s diamond studded, just like I promised, all inlaid smoothly to make sure it’s comfortable for him. His cock is half-hard, but nothing I can’t work with. I unlock the cage, taking it apart to work with it, and sticking the key into my pocket for safe keeping. Sterling watches me with rapt attention, his eyes fixed on the metal cage, his breaths coming out in little puffs, pupils brown and ear tips pink. Fuck, he’s pretty like this, his fists clenching and unclenching around the bedsheets.

  He lets out a soft gasp when I take his cock in my hand to fit the ring around the base. He twitches and swells in my hand but doesn’t get fully hard, no doubt still nervous about what’s to come. My sweet, innocent rabbit.

  The ring fits nice and snug, but not so tight it should cause him any discomfort. My own cock tents my zipper, precum making the fabric of my underwear damp and sticky. With my boy’s legs spread open around me, it’s hard to resist unzipping and stuffing him full of my cock. But good things are worth waiting for, and today isn’t the day for that.

  Next comes the cage, slipping over the head of his cock. I pull it back, his slowly hardening cock resisting somewhat, pressing against the edges as I try to connect it to the base. His hips twitch and his breathing quickens.

  “So pretty for me,” I praise and Sterling’s blush deepens.

  “Daddy,” he gasps, twisting the bed sheets in his white knuckles and arching his back. Thick ropes of his cum ooze through the diamond studded bars of the cage, coating the metal as his body trembles.

  I groan, finally getting the pieces to slot into place, the holes lining up so I can put the lock through and close it into place. Sterling’s moaning tapers off, his body stilling, and he looks down to admire the cage, his orgasm-drunk, half-lidded expression imprinting itself on my mind forever. My hand finds its way to my cock, massaging my erection over the silky fabric of my pants.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” he says so earnestly it rocks me, and I groan again.

  “You have no idea how perfect you are,” I murmur, dragging my zipper down and shoving my pants around my thighs, my underwear following, leaving my painfully hard cock bouncing between my legs.

  “I want to be perfect for you.”

  I dive forward to kiss him, my hands landing on either side of his head, my cock dragging against the cum-sticky cock cage as our lips meet. He whimpers around my tongue, and I wonder if he’ll do it every time we kiss, and whether I’ll ever get sick of it. I can’t imagine such a thing happening, not when he feels so perfect underneath me.

  I rock my hips, fucking my cock against the cool metal, sliding my tongue against his, and burying my fingers in his hair to hold him still. Sterling shivers, relaxing into my body, giving me everything. I growl with satisfaction against his mouth and rut faster against him.

  “Such a good boy,” I grunt, and he shivers again. Fuck, he’s sweet. A sweet, innocent boy wearing my cock cage, the word Daddy falling from his lips each time I thrust against him. It’s as if he saw straight into my deepest fantasy and made it come true.

  Pleasure hits me in a hard wave, my orgasm exploding from me without warning, my come joining Sterling’s in making a mess of his caged cock. I pant praises against his lips about what a perfect boy he is while my cock continues to pulse, the orgasm going on and on until I’m nothing but a heap on top of him. />
  I press a few more breathless kisses to Sterling’s cheeks before rolling off of him. Looking down, I see pearly strands of cum covering his skin and dripping from the cage. It’s nearly enough to revive my spent cock, but not quite.

  “Wow,” he says with a breathless chuckle, and I give a huffing laugh in agreement.

  I wrap my arms around him and cuddle him close while I catch my breath, burrowing my nose against the top of his head and breathing him in.

  “Did you have a good day today?” I ask, once my brain starts forming words again.

  He nods, the top of his head bumping my nose lightly. “You’ll never guess, Daddy.”

  “What?”

  “I gotta job.”

  “You…what? That quick?” I can’t imagine what kind of a job he could’ve gotten in the few hours I was gone.

  “I was walkin’ around today, and I found this bookstore. The guy who owns it said he needs help, and he hired me right on the spot,” he explains. “That’s okay, ain’t it?”

  It takes me a few seconds to wrap my head around what he’s saying—a job at a bookstore. It sounds perfect for him. Pride swells in my chest that he was able to do it so quickly. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; he’s been taking care of himself for a long time. I never realized before how satisfying it could be to have such an independent, capable boy. Don’t get me wrong, there’s always an appeal to needy boys that speaks to my inner Daddy, but the fact that he’s willing to let me take care of him when he’s more than able to do it himself…it feels special, precious.

  “Of course, it’s okay,” I answer, kissing him again gently. “Let me know your schedule, and I’ll make sure to have the driver available.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Chapter‌ ‌13‌

  Sterling

  I tug at the hem of my t-shirt, scowling at it.

  “I can’t wear this,” I tell Barrett for the third time today. The first two times he was plenty understanding; this time he groans.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve told you twice already, you can wear whatever you’re comfortable in. I have dress clothes in my closet or you can wear what you have on.”

  “They’ll never think I’m good enough,” I tell him, glancing toward the closet and weighing my options. I wasn’t this nervous the first time I thought I was meeting his friends, but now I know they hate me.

  “You’re good enough,” he insists, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me. He slides one hand down to the front of my pants, cupping the cage and tugging at my trapped cock. Since he put it on a few days ago, I’ve been turned on non-stop. I can feel the weight of it every time I move, and when I swell against it, I remember all over how good it felt when he put it on. I shiver at the memory and feel the curve of Barrett’s smile against the back of my neck. “You’re mine,” he reminds me, and I nod.

  I can do this. If I can uproot my life like nothing, I can face his friends. And if they want to keep hating me after this, there ain’t much I can do about it.

  I eye the closet again and try to talk myself into wearing whatever he’s offering.

  “Were they…I mean, did ya get ‘em for…” I pause, licking my lips, trying to decide if I even want the answer.

  “They’re not anyone else’s. I got them for you.”

  I let out a relieved breath, finally reaching for the closet door to open it. There’s a row of clothes that look to be about my size, so I grab a few things and start putting them on.

  Barrett follows me in, leaning against the edge of the door to watch me dress.

  “It’s dumb,” I tell him, rolling my eyes at myself. “I know you ain’t no virgin; I just like to pretend I’m special.”

  I pull up my pants and look up to see Barrett closing the distance between us. He takes my face between his hands and waits until I’m looking into his eyes to speak. “You are special.”

  I nod against his grasp, and he leans in to press a kiss to my lips.

  Once I’m dressed, I pause in front of the full length mirror that’s hanging on the far wall of the closet, admiring the nice clothes and smoothing down a few barely noticeable wrinkles while I work up my courage to glance at my face. What will his friends think when they see me? Will they give me pitying looks or downright disgusted ones? I look away from my reflection quickly so I don’t end up talking myself out of going to dinner at all.

  “Ready to go?” he asks, and I sigh.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I decide.

  I shouldn’t be surprised that the restaurant we step inside a short while later is even fancier than the fish place he took me on our first date. At least this time the hostess doesn’t stare, but that don’t stop me from fidgeting and ducking my head as she leads us to our table. I couldn’t belong here less if I tried. Even in these nice clothes, I feel like I might as well be barefoot and muddy compared to everybody else.

  “I can’t believe you almost let me wear my ratty clothes in here,” I whisper to Barrett, clutching his hand tight as we walk. “They’d’ve taken one look at me and turned me right back out.”

  He scoffs. “Unlikely considering how much money I’ve spent here over the years.”

  Of course, the money thing again. “Well, I’d’ve been a sore thumb,” I point out. “Ain’t you supposed to protect me from that sorta thing?”

  “You’re right. I wanted you to be comfortable since you were already nervous about meeting my friends, but I didn’t consider that dressing out of place would’ve likely been even more uncomfortable,” he concedes. We reach the table, and luckily it seems that we’re the first ones here, which is a relief all its own. Barrett turns to me, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Forgive me?”

  I nibble on my bottom lip and give a quick nod. I ain’t even annoyed at him; it’s this whole situation.

  He presses a kiss against my forehead, making my whole body relax just like that. He must have some sorta magic in those lips, I swear.

  “Isn’t this sweet,” a feminine voice says from behind us. I recognize the voice, so I’m guessing it belongs to his sister. I only heard it briefly and through a door the other day, but it’s distinctive enough.

  Barrett looks past me with a guarded smile, and I take a deep breath before turning around to greet her.

  “Hello, Miss Lorna, it’s nice to meet ya,” I say softly, offering my hand and praying she doesn’t notice how badly it’s trembling. Her eyes linger on my birthmark for a good few seconds before she darts her eyes to her brother and then finally shakes my hand.

  “Aren’t you polite,” she says sweetly. “You can skip the ‘miss’ stuff though, just Lorna is fine.”

  I nod and then the three of us take our seats, Barrett pulling mine out for me. Before we even have a chance to settle, two more men show up. I stand up and greet them both the same way I did with Lorna. They both probe me with their eyes like they’re trying to look inside and see all my secrets, not that I have any secrets anyhow.

  After we’re all seated, the waiter comes over, and Kiernan orders a couple bottles of wine for the table. I sit quietly, determined not to make a face this time when I take a sip. Fancy people like this drink wine; I’m sure I can get used to it.

  “Do you have sweet tea?” Barrett asks.

  “You don’t have—” I start to tell him quietly, but he cuts me off with a look that has my mouth snapping shut.

  “Sweet tea?” the waiter repeats as if Barrett’s speaking another language.

  “Yes,” he says calmly, when the waiter continues to look confused, he changes tactics. “How about regular tea?” The waiter nods. “Ice? Sugar?” He continues to nod to each question. “Perfect, bring me tea with ice in it and sugar.”

  “Yes, sir.” The waiter hurries away, and all of Barrett’s friends give him the same strange look, which doesn’t seem to bother him none.

  I don’t even pretend to look at the menu, sure I’ll be just as over my head as I was the last time, plus it’l
l probably take me too dang long to read the description of every option anyhow. Instead, I sit quietly, doing my best not to fidget. When the waiter brings the tea and sugar, Barrett sets down his menu and starts to mix them. It’s a small thing, but it makes my whole body warm. He knew I preferred sweet tea, and he’s going out of his way to make sure I’m getting it. I can’t think of another time in my life anybody’s done something like that for me. It makes my throat ache and my heart feel too big inside my chest. I reach for him under the table, putting my hand on his knee. He smiles without looking up at me, and I swear I can feel a connection buzzing between us, like we’re the only two people in the whole world right this second.

  When he’s finished, he slides the glass toward me. “Thank you, Daddy.” He must hear the awe in my voice because the look he gives me is somewhere between tender and heated, sending my body all sorts of mixed signals.

  Barrett

  “So, Sterling, how are you liking Las Vegas so far?” Kiernan asks, setting down his menu.

  “Oh, um, real good.” He reaches for his glass of tea and takes a sip. I don’t miss the minute smile that appears on his lips, filling me with a sense of satisfaction that only comes from knowing I’ve taken good care of my boy. “I got a job at a bookstore. It’s just openin’ so I helped put books on shelves and got to help some customers.”

  All of them look surprised at the news of his job, and it’s only the fact that I’m a dignified, adult man that keeps me from sticking my tongue out and teasing that I told them so. Sterling isn’t like the other boys I’ve had.

  “That’s excellent,” Kiernan says, and I reach under the table to put my hand over Sterling’s on my knee, giving it a brief squeeze. He casts a perfectly shy look at me that perks my cock right up.

  “Speaking of work,” Alden says, and I’m certain the association to the topic at hand will be tenuous at best. “I’m assuming everything is a go for the gala fundraiser next weekend?”

  “Yes. Nolan is on top of it, as always.” Considering how many fundraising events we hold, we have a full-time event planner on our payroll. “He’s been keeping Gannon busy for weeks getting everything ready.”