by Sean Michael
He whimpered, his cock beginning to leak. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Salem groaned. “I love hearing you call me that.” The kiss to the small of his back was gentle, and it felt so good. “Okay, here we go.”
He held his breath, goosebumps rising all over his body.
Salem worked carefully, but the scrape of the razor against his hole felt strange.
“Never. God, Salem. So hot.”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Salem put one hand on his ass and continued making little movements, getting all the hairs, he assumed.
Then Salem shaved his perineum, baring it. That sent tingles all through him. After shaving it, Salem rubbed with his finger, and it made his skin tingle.
“Fu—” He caught himself, his balls drawing up tight.
Salem chuckled. “Nice catch. You almost earned yourself another spanking.”
He shook his head. His ass was never going to be ready for more. Salem’s chuckles deepened.
“You’ll be surprised by how soon you’ll want another.” Salem tapped his butt lightly, making it ache, and he wasn’t admitting that he liked it.
“I didn’t want it.” He’d needed it. Bad.
“But you needed it.” Salem knew. It was eerie how much Salem knew. About him.
“Yeah.” Yeah, he kind of had.
“Okay. I want you to sit on the edge of the tub with your legs spread and I’ll get the last of you done. I saved the best for last.”
This he’d done before. He’d never had it done to him before, though. It was…exciting.
“Look at that pretty cock—so eager. Such a good boy.” Salem petted his prick a few times.
“I—Thank you?” That little praise made his belly ache.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Salem suggested.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He was going to catch fire.
“Such a good boy.” Salem sprayed shaving cream directly onto his cock, then his balls, and then around them. The cold cream was no match for Salem’s fingers, warming quickly as Salem rubbed it into his skin.
His breath sped, his prick hard and full, needing a touch. Salem didn’t touch his cock, though, in fact seemed to be going out of his way not to. Tease.
He groaned, his belly clenching as he begged wordlessly for it.
Salem carefully shaved all around his cock, then did his balls, the touches gentle, the scrape of the razor exciting, maddening, wild.
His sac kept trying to draw up, and Salem stretched it out, giving him a pull to go along with the scrape. Finally there was a touch to his cock, Salem using his arm to push it out of the way of the razor as it slid around the base.
He started to arch and push his prick along Salem’s arm, and he got a growl. “Don’t you move, boy.”
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to.”
“You’re saying you did it without thinking?” Salem met his gaze.
“Yes!”
“Well, don’t do it again. This,” Salem stroked his cock with two fingers, from the base to the tip, “is mine. It belongs to Daddy.”
A wild whimper escaped him, his head falling back. “Oh God…”
He’d never heard anything so erotic.
“Almost done with the shaving. Then comes the touching. You’re going to like the touching. Your skin is all smooth and sensitive from the shaving.”
“Your touching. I like your touching.”
“I would hope so.” Salem stroked his cock again, base to tip, then back down again to rub his balls.
He rolled into the touch, panting softly. He could hear Salem’s words—it belongs to Daddy—and it made him unbearably hot.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, boy.” The slow touches continued.
“What?” His eyes flew open wide.
“Tell me what you are thinking.” Salem rubbed across the tip of his cock, gathering the pre-come there. Then Salem brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.
“I—It’s embar—Oh, that’s so hot.”
“What, this?” Salem dragged his fingers over Christian’s cockhead again, then once again licked his fingers clean. “It’s not embarrassing to be turned on by this. Or by whatever you’re thinking about. So tell me.”
“I—” He shook his head. “Can I whisper in your ear?”
Salem nodded and leaned in close and murmured. “Tell Daddy all about it.”
“I-When you said my cock was yours. It belongs to Daddy. I—So hot.” His body was on fire.
Salem purred for him, the sound a low, erotic rumble. “That’s right, boy. This belongs to Daddy. These belong to Daddy.” Salem stroked his cock, then cupped his balls before slipping a couple fingers beyond them. “And this back here? Oh yeah, this belongs to Daddy too.”
“Oh. Oh God. I can’t…I can’t think.”
“You don’t need to think, boy. Daddy’s got you covered.” Salem licked his neck, tongue dragging along his skin.
He cried out, almost launching himself off the edge of the tub. Salem was there, though, solid and strong, keeping him where he was.
“I’ve got you.”
“Sorry. Damn. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, boy. We’re going to move you off the edge of the tub, okay? Let’s stand and take a shower. That way Daddy has access to every part of you.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Salem helped him stand and turned on the shower. The hot water felt so good. Salem felt even better. The heated skin pressed against him, hands dragging over him and wiping the soap away. Salem was as good as his word, touching him everywhere—everywhere.
Salem’s fingers made him dizzy, and he pushed closer, thrusting against the touches.
“You’re not allowed to come until Daddy gives you permission.”
He nodded, but he had to ask. “What happens if I do?”
Salem didn’t even hesitate. “You’ll have to wear a cage to learn that even your orgasms belong to Daddy.”
“No.” Pure lust rocked him, and he grabbed the base of his cock.
“What have I said about touching?” Salem smacked his hand away. “Do it again and that’ll earn you time in a leather sheath where you won’t be able to feel your skin if you touch again. You have to trust that Daddy’s going to take care of your needs. No touching without permission, no coming without permission. And you know the consequences of those now too.”
“Daddy! That wasn’t touching! I was going to shoot!”
“Next time, you tell me that you’re going to shoot, and I’ll take care of it. And I didn’t punish you, so no harm no foul, and now you know the punishment for touching.”
“You make me crazy. Touch me? Please?”
“I have been.” Salem didn’t let him say anything, bringing their mouths together and taking a hard kiss that he felt down to his toes.
He wrapped his arms around his love and rubbed and rocked, his hairless skin feeling wildly sensitive, tingling.
Salem pulled back a little, fingers dragging over his skin, the tingling increasing, going deeper. He wanted to rub off, but Salem wouldn’t let him, wouldn’t give him the friction.
It was maddening and hot all at the same time.
Salem reached around him and stroked his hole, the tease delicious. He clenched, trying to take more, trying to keep Salem there, and his Daddy tsked at him. “You want me to spank your hole, boy? I will.”
No. No, he’d already had the crop on his hole, he wasn’t ready for it again. He shook his head.
“I didn’t think so. But make no mistake, I will.”
“I’ll be good. No spanking.” He forced himself to relax.
“No, your ass is quite red already. If I have to give you another punishment today, it’ll be something else. I’d rather just make love to you up against the tile, hot water pouring over us.”
“Oh, yes. Please. Please, I need it.”
“Daddy knows.” Salem pressed him up against the tile, kiss hard, wanton. Then his Daddy spun him
to face the tile. Salem nudged his legs apart, and a wet finger pushed at his hole. He arched and rocked back, more than willing to take everything Salem gave.
Salem reached for what turned out to be a small bottle of lube in the shower caddy, and a moment later, two fingers pushed into him, Salem scissoring them apart, opening him up. Knowing they didn’t have to worry about a condom was fucking sweet.
“Oh, that’s good. So good, Salem. I need your cock.”
“I know you do. I need inside you too.” Salem bit at his shoulder, teeth sharp, strong.
His ass slammed back against Salem’s body with a slap.
“Nothing like a little pain to make the pleasure that much bigger, eh?” Salem pushed another finger into him, opening him up with all three spread wide.
He couldn’t answer that. He couldn’t.
Salem pulled his fingers away, the wonderful, blunt heat of his cock pushing against Christian’s hole. He nodded and took it, a low groan pushing out of him.
He thrust back as Salem pushed in and just like that, he was full, the heat of Salem’s cock perfect inside him. Christian sighed, the pressure filling him up. It felt so damn good. He’d been filled more in the last few days than in he didn’t know how long.
He was afraid he was going to get used to it, very easily.
“Easy, Daddy’s got you now.” Salem pulled partway out, then thrust back in, filling him again in a single, strong stroke.
He fought his cry, sucking in a deep breath instead.
“So good, boy. Being inside you is better than anything.” Salem’s words slid over him, warm, wonderful.
“Anything?” He teared up.
“Yes, anything.” No qualifications, no buts, just ‘yes, anything.’
“Me too. You, in me.”
“Uh-huh.” Salem thrust again, filling him so good. On the next thrust, Salem found his gland, lighting him up inside, and he almost crawled up the tile.
“There!”
“Uh-huh.” Salem stayed at the same angle, hitting that spot each time.
“Gonna make me…gonna make me cuss!”
“No cussing.” The words were punctuated with another thrust, another punch to his gland.
“I might!” He was so close, so wild.
“Don’t do it, boy.” Salem nipped at his shoulder again.
“Daddy!” He slapped the tiles, fighting so hard.
“When I say.” Salem slid a hand around his belly and wrapped it around his cock, squeezed, then repeated. “When I say.”
“I need you!” He couldn’t breathe.
“Daddy’s right here, boy.” Salem thrust three more times, the pleasure sparking hard through him.
He wasn’t going to be able to hold back, but then he didn’t have to, Salem shouting out “Now!”
He shot hard, screaming out his pleasure and his need. His ass squeezed down on Salem’s cock and he felt Salem shoot, his ass being filled.
Again.
He rested his forehead on his hand, trying to remember how to breathe. Salem stayed inside him and leaned his forehead on Christian’s shoulder, dropping soft kisses.
“Love,” he whispered. His love. God.
“You too, boy. Through and through.”
He nodded, but he wasn’t sure he believed it, believed why Salem would want to be saddled with him.
Salem sighed. “I’m going to have to come out.”
“It’s okay. We can’t stay together forever.”
“No, we can’t stay with my cock inside you forever. There’s a difference, baby.”
He squeezed Salem, feeling shy, like his thoughts could be overheard. Salem moaned for him and didn’t come out yet.
He was so…naked, deeper than his skin.
One arm slid around his waist. “I’ve got you.”
“I—How do you know?”
“Because I do have you.” Salem stroked his belly.
“Oh.” So, okay. Salem couldn’t read his mind. Thank God. “I’m glad.”
“You tensed a little, baby. I thought you could use the reassurance. It’s a Daddy’s job.”
He didn’t know what to say to that, not at all. “What happens next?”
“We’re going to towel off and then go cuddle together and watch some movies.”
“Sounds amazing. I’m in.” Wasn’t he going to look for a job?
“Maybe we can make some hot chocolate in a bit too.” Salem’s cock slipped from his body, but Salem otherwise stayed wrapped around him.
“You spoil me.” And he didn’t deserve it, but he would take it. Every second he could.
“I like spoiling you. And I don’t think you’ve been spoiled enough in your life.” Salem turned off the water and grabbed a towel, using it to dry him off.
“I don’t deserve it.”
“Of course you do.”
“Whatever. You know I don’t, love.” He turned to hug Salem tight. “But I love that you believe it.”
“I know that you do.” Salem growled and held on. “Don’t make me beat you.”
“I’m pretty sure my butt can’t take another beating…”
Salem chuckled and fondled his ass, making it burn. He stepped in closer, then shook his head. “Clothes. Clothes and movies and cocoa.”
“I’m good for hanging out naked under blankets.”
“Yeah? Then…then I guess we’re all ready.”
“We are.” Salem took his hand as they walked to the couch, like they were boyfriends walking down the street. It was sweet.
They cuddled together, piling under the blankets and hiding away.
It didn’t matter what movie they put on, it was being together that was important. Being together and holding on.
Jerusalem set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of Chrissy and sat next to him with his own breakfast.
“So you’re wanting to find a job?”
“I need one, yeah.”
“What do you want to do?” Jerusalem popped a piece of salty goodness into his mouth.
“I can wash dishes, host, wait tables. That’s really it.”
“Okay. Let’s go get you some job-hunting clothes.”
Chrissy smiled at him. “I have the khakis and your shirt. That’s plenty. No one cares what a dishwasher wears.”
“You said host and waiter—they’ll want you to wear nicer clothes if you do that. Besides, Daddy wants to buy you nice clothes.”
“You’re doing it again.” Chrissy took his hand and kissed it.
“What am I doing?”
“Spoiling me. I don’t need anything nice for what I do. Your shirt is just fine.”
“I’m allowed to spoil you. I want to spoil you—so just let me.” There was nothing wrong with a little spoiling.
“I’m not— You don’t need to waste your money on me. I’ll get something. I’ll go out today and start pounding the pavement.”
“Stop that, Chrissy. You’re important to me. I want to make life better for you.” His boy could be so stubborn.
Chrissy kissed his cheek. “You already have.”
He touched Chrissy’s cheek, stroked it. “Thank you, boy.” Leaning in, he kissed his boy gently. “Eat your breakfast. The bacon is delicious.”
“It is. What are you going to do today? Anything fun?”
“I’m driving my boy around to look for a job.” He needed Chrissy to understand he didn’t have to do things on his own.
“You don’t have to. You know that, right?”
“I know. Baby, I want to help you. That’s a good thing.”
“It is. I wish…” Chrissy shook his head and grabbed his orange juice.
“What do you wish? Maybe I can be your fairy godfather.”
“You already are.” Chrissy took a deep, deep breath. “My brilliant lover.”
Chrissy did make him feel good. “All I need is wings, eh?”
“Maybe a halo too.”
He chuckled. “I’m just your Daddy, eh? No wings or halos. Just a ma
n.”
“My man.” Chrissy sounded like he was about to cry.
“Yes, your man. Always. What’s wrong? You can tell Daddy anything.” He ignored his breakfast for now, concerned about what was going on with his boy.
“Nothing. I’m just being emotional. Just being silly.”
“I like the fact you’re being emotional about me. I’m certainly emotional about you.”
“Yeah, this is a wild thing—I mean, everything is new, and it’s been a week.” Chrissy kissed his throat, the touch sweet, gentle.
“It’s been the best week I can remember ever having.” He wouldn’t change it for anything.
“Yeah. Yeah, it has been. I’m going to miss just being with you.”
“You know you don’t have to go find work, right? I’m totally happy to spend more time exploring with you.”
“I have to earn my keep, Salem. I can’t be a mooch.”
He kept himself from rolling his eyes. “You’re not a mooch. And who says everyone has to contribute in the same way?”
“Like I’ll ever be able to contribute to us as much as you do. That’s impossible.”
“But I’m saying we can contribute in different ways and you can’t compare apples to oranges, so as long as we’re both contributing, that’s all that counts.” Money wasn’t everything.
“Right, and I’m trying to say that even with a job and paying rent, I’m going to have to…clean your house and everything to pay you back for everything you gave me.”
“Are you kidding—if you do all the cleaning, that’s a huge contribution.” He made a face. “I hate doing laundry and I hate vacuuming. Hate them.”
“I know. I’ll do them. I don’t mind.” Chrissy kissed his knuckles.
“So why doesn’t that count as contributing?”
“It’s just doing my share…” Chrissy’s expression was part worry, part hunger, part frustration.
“So if that’s doing your share, why would you need to do more? I’m not being a jerk here, I just want us to both be happy.”
“God, I do too.”
“Then…” He let one eyebrow go up.
Chrissy shook his head. “Come on, Jerusalem. You don’t think in two months, three, when you’re tired of having sex, that you won’t start regretting having me here, no job, no skills, no cash? You and I both know you’d start resenting me.”
