by Sean Michael
He didn’t even hesitate this time, trusting Daddy to give him what he needed.
“My good, good boy.” Salem’s voice was soothing, pleased.
And he had to admit that while the salve burned as it went on, it quickly cooled his skin, giving him relief from the ache. He moaned softly, cuddling deeper in the sheets. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Always, boy. You’re welcome.”
Always.
He loved that.
Salem settled down with him, warm and solid and there. Right there with him. He snuggled in with a sigh.
“Can I stay here forever?”
“Yes.” Just the one word, simple and short and everything.
“Okay.” And it was. It was good.
Chapter Nine
Jerusalem met Rick and Jess at the coffee shop, giving them hugs before settling down in a booth with his chocolate croissant and his americano. “Thanks so much for meeting me, guys. I was having withdrawal after missing the last couple of meetings, though it was for a good cause.”
“How’s it going with your boy?” Rick shot him a warm smile. “We’ve missed you, too, but we’re so glad.”
“It’s actually going wonderfully. I couldn’t ask for more.” It was what he’d been dreaming of for a very long time.
Both men simply beamed at him. They understood.
“I was hoping for your advice, though, on one matter.” Chrissy just couldn’t keep his hands off his prick, though he knew his boy was trying.
Jess beamed. “I love to give advice. Ask away. I’ll make it up as I go.”
He laughed along with Rick. He did adore these men. They were the best community he’d ever known.
“My boy is having trouble with the no-masturbating rule. He’s not bucking the rule. He’s willing to follow it, but he’s breaking it without even thinking, just reaching down to touch unconsciously, and when he’s asleep.”
Jess looked to Rick, and it was almost like the men were sharing thoughts.
“You’re trying to control his orgasms, his erections, yes?” Rick’s eyes seemed so intense, and Jerusalem felt himself getting excited.
“I am. And his spirit is willing, but the flesh… is weak, as they say.”
Jess nodded. “Are you willing to spend some concentrated time on the problem? Say an hour a day?”
“I’m willing to spend as much time as I need to.” Being with his boy, whether just hanging out, making love, doing a scene, or working on something specific, was his joy.
“Then I suggest milking him daily for a month. Only dry orgasms. Nothing that you don’t give.” Rick shrugged and smiled wickedly. “It’s time intensive, frustrating, but if you let him know this is to help him, another layer of control that he’s giving up so he can relax into being your boy.”
He considered the idea, nodding slowly. It could be a hell of a lot of fun too. Milking his boy’s prostate until he was totally dry. Every orgasm after that would be dry but amazing, the rest of Chrissy’s body making up for the lack of spunk. “That’s a fascinating idea.” And his prick was hard just thinking about it.
“Make sure he understands it’s not a punishment. Make it a nonsexual but intimate time. Soft and easy—there are some lovely toys to help and give you options when your fingers get tired.” Jess winked. “Then you can spend the rest your time driving him crazy.”
“Orgasms without come. It just might blow his mind.” And he was all about blowing Chrissy’s mind. In a good way.
“Pick a time,” Jess suggested. “A month. That should have you in a good place. Empty his balls every morning. Have a nice talk, a cuddle, just connect.”
His boy did love the connection the things they did together gave them. “I like the idea. I think it could work well.” If his boy was empty, he would be less likely to have the urge to touch himself. And if he did, he couldn’t get himself off.
That would take work on Jerusalem’s part. Good work.
“I knew I could count on the two of you to help me find a possible solution to this problem.” He took a bite of his chocolate croissant, getting flakes of pastry all over his front and not caring.
“We’re just glad you have your boy and that you’re both happy.”
“We are.” He believed Chrissy was thriving in their new relationship, his boy not smoking or overdrinking. And Chrissy was smiling more than he could remember in a long time.
It was everything he’d ever asked for. Everything. And he intended to make Chrissy have the fullest life possible.
“So how are you and your boys doing?” he asked, taking another bite of the croissant.
“Good. Good, he’s been pushing a little, but that’s par for the course, hmm?” Rick’s boy was desperate for attention and ended up with a paddled ass more often than not. One day, he’d learn to trust that he was seen. Jerusalem was finding out how important it was that your boy knew that you saw him.
“He’s a handful. You deserve him,” Jess teased.
“I do.” Rick sounded delighted. Some Daddies liked a boy who pushed all the time.
Him? He wanted a happy, peaceful boy, one who helped him make a wonderful life. He wanted Chrissy.
They drank their coffee, and he ate his croissant as they talked about their boys and life in general. For the first time, he had a boy to talk about too. It felt good, like he truly belonged. Not that his friends had ever made him feel like he didn’t, but now he really did belong. Now he was a Daddy too. In practice as well as desire.
Jess chuckled. “Are you still with us, Jerusalem? You’ve wandered off there. Thinking about your boy?”
His cheeks started burning. “You know I am.”
Who else would he be thinking about?
He had to endure some friendly ribbing, but he didn’t care, Chrissy was worth every tease. In fact, Chrissy was worth everything.
“We should go look at toys, find you the right implement.”
“Oh, I’m in.” It sounded like a blast, really.
“Let’s go! I haven’t been wicked in…days.” Rick grinned at him, expression purely evil.
“I have to admit, I’m surprised that it’s been that long.” He drained the rest of his coffee and stood, eager to head over to the adult toy store and make good on their search.
“Let’s go play, boys. We have trouble to get into.”
Jerusalem whistled as he let himself into the house. He had a bag full of toys in hand—after all, who could come out of the adult toy store with only one thing? Not him. He chuckled. It wasn’t his fault. There were some amazing dildos and plugs at that place.
The one that he’d needed most looked to be the simplest—just a little metal ball on a curved rod with a handle. So easy. So simple. But it would help him milk Chrissy dry for the next thirty days. They were going to start right away, though after today, it would be something they did in the morning before they started their day.
“Hey, you. I made you a salted-caramel apple cake. Did you have fun?” Chrissy came out of the kitchen, frosting on his nose.
“I did, and that sounds almost as delicious as you look.” He slid his finger across the frosting and brought it to his mouth. “Yummy.”
“Oh damn. Let me go clean up. It’s ready if you want some. Did you bring me a coffee?”
“No, I brought you something better than coffee.” He held up his bag of goodies.
“Better than coffee? What all did you do?” Chrissy actually stopped on his way to clean up.
He wagged his eyebrows. “I’ve brought you presents.”
“Good presents?” Chrissy turned back toward the bathroom.
“Is there such a thing as bad presents?” He thought just the name was a good thing. He followed Chrissy, happy to be a few steps behind so he could watch that lovely ass.
“Well, sure. Moldy toys are bad.”
He made a face. “Ew. I promise, these are brand new and guaranteed not moldy.”
“There you go. No mold. No toys.” The water
turned on.
“What?” He was confused. “Yes, toys, but no mold.” Right? Right. He handed over the bag and turned off the water. “This first.”
Chrissy turned to look up at him, lifted his face for a kiss. He gave it happily, focusing on his boy. Chrissy tasted sweet, like apples and caramel, and it made him hum, delving his tongue in to pick up more of that flavor.
Chrissy pressed into his arms and held on tight, the kiss going deeper. He slid one hand down along Chrissy’s back, looking for his boy’s ass, which fit so perfectly in his palm.
“Daddy…” Chrissy rolled into his touch, teasing him, begging him wordlessly.
“We’ll get to that, baby, I promise. But I need you to see one of the toys I bought. I need us to play with it because we’re starting something new today.” It was still so damn easy to lose himself in his boy.
“I need you first, Daddy, please.” Chrissy nibbled on his bottom lip. “A good hard fuck?”
God, his boy was a tempter.
He swatted that sweet ass once. “No cursing.”
Chrissy winked and wiggled. “Okay, Daddy.” That confidence and playfulness was such a delight.
“I’ll fuck you after I’ve milked you, boy.”
“What?” Chrissy looked at his chest, wide-eyed.
“Open the bag. You’re looking for the metal piece with the ball at the top.”
“You’re not making any sense.” Chrissy took the sack and peered in, pulling the milking tool out. “This?”
“Yes. It’s to help me make you shoot. Today, and then every morning for a month, I’m going to milk you dry—make sure you have not a single drop of come left inside you.”
“What?” Chrissy pulled away from him. “Let’s just make love.”
“No. We’ll make love after. I’m not doing this to be mean, I’m doing it to help you with the no-touching rule. I’ll control your coming and your orgasms and erections. It’ll be glorious.” He needed Chrissy to understand this, but he also knew his boy panicked when faced with new situations.
He held onto Chrissy’s arms and stared into his eyes, silently reminding his boy that he had him. Daddy had Chrissy.
“I’ve been good. I have. I promise.”
“I know you have. This isn’t a punishment, I promise.” He drew Chrissy in, holding him close. “It’s not a punishment. This is to help you. And we get to spend an hour together every morning doing this, being close, being together.”
“But…will it hurt?” Chrissy was shivering for him.
“God no. It will be you and me, together and close, talking and touching, I swear.” He stroked Chrissy’s spine, trying to soothe his scared boy. “This is going to make it so you’re not thinking about not jacking off all the time. This is letting me have the orgasms—wet and dry.”
And his cock throbbed again, at the idea of his boy offering him this level of control, of a month of dry orgasms.
“Just thinking about it has me hard, aching. We’re going to do this as a team and it’s going to be good to do and the aftereffects are going to be good too. It’s going to make our relationship richer.”
“I’m worried. It doesn’t sound fun, but if I hate it, I can say? We’ll talk about it? Together?”
“Always. You can say anything you like to me at any time.” He was here for Chrissy. They were a team.
“Okay. I guess. Sure. For you.”
He shook his head. “No, boy. Not for me. For us. We are in this together. I can’t be your Daddy if you’re not my boy.”
Chrissy hugged him tight. “I’m yours. All yours.”
“I know. And I’m yours. Now come on. Let’s get this thing started. I’m looking forward to milking your ass.” He knew Chrissy liked it when he talked dirty.
“Right now? Just…right now?”
He simply walked Chrissy toward the bed. He needed to decide if he wanted his boy lying flat on his back or propped up on pillows, facedown so that his cock would get zero friction.
He decided to find out what Chrissy preferred. It wasn’t like they weren’t going to be doing this for the next thirty days so they could try out all the positions at one point or another. “You want to see my face while we do this, or do you want to go shoulders and knees and wag that magical ass for me?”
“What’s easier? I don’t know…I don’t know what to do.” Chrissy sat on the edge of the bed, watching his every move.
“Well, we’re going to do it one way today and the other way tomorrow. And I want to see your face the first time, so we’ll do it that way. Don’t look so worried. I do know what to do, and soon you’ll be old hat at this.”
“I—Okay? I’m not going to get less worried until it’s over, you know.”
He chuckled softly. He did know—that was his boy. “I still like to make sure you’re aware of what’s happening.” He pulled Chrissy’s T-shirt over his head.
“Uh-huh. You go out with your friends and come home with weird ideas.” Little shit.
He swatted Chrissy on the ass. “I asked my friends in the lifestyle for help with an issue and they were happy to offer suggestions.”
“Tomato, tom-ah-to.” Chrissy moved away. “No swatting.”
“Then don’t be a brat. Daddy’s friends are good people.” He dragged Chrissy back and undid his jeans.
“What if I want to be a brat? I think it’s okay to be grumpy.”
“Yeah, it is. And you can be a brat if you want to do the punishments, though that’s not going to stop the milking.”
“This isn’t fair. You should be cuddling me. Loving on me. I didn’t get to be involved in this. I need hugs and pets, dammit!”
“There will be plenty of hugs and pets. After we empty your balls.” He pulled Chrissy’s pants down off his hips.
“I don’t want to do this, I don’t think. I’m worried.” Chrissy was working himself up into a tizzy.
“Spanking first, then.” A spanking would calm Chrissy down, focus him.
“What? No. No! I don’t want to!”
“Easy, boy. You’re getting hysterical.” He sat in the big chair and tugged Chrissy down over his legs.
“You’re being mean to me! Let me go! I hate this, you bastard!”
Definitely worked up and hysterical. Luckily, he knew this would calm his boy down. “Let it all out, boy.” He brought his hand down on Chrissy’s ass, a nice, solid swat.
“You’re such an…I hate you. I made you cake!”
“Mmm. Milk and cake later. This first, followed by milking your balls. Then we have cake.” It was a plan. He brought his hand down a few more times. He didn’t push too hard, because this wasn’t a punishment, not really. This was connecting them, skin deep. “Focus on the feeling of my hand on your ass.”
“I hate you.” Chrissy sobbed. “So bad.”
“I love you, too, boy.” He kept hitting; he’d spank until Chrissy was focused and calm.
“You said I wasn’t in trouble…”
“Does this feel like a punishment, boy?”
It took a few breaths before Chrissy shook his head. “No.”
“Good. Because it’s not.” He swatted, then rubbed, then swatted and rubbed again.
Chrissy began to relax now, no tears, just soft sighs.
That was better. Now his boy was focusing on him—on his hand, on each hit—instead of freaking out over something new. This was going to be something special between them, something they could share.
He stopped spanking altogether, still rubbing the lovely ass, letting Chrissy feel him and breathe.
Once he was practiced at milking, maybe he could do it here in this chair. He did love having Chrissy over his knees.
“Okay, boy. We’re moving to the bed now.” He eased Chrissy off his lap and onto the bed; then he carefully propped his boy’s legs up high and wide with pillows.
He looked down to meet his boy’s gaze and smiled. “Look at you, spread up and out for me.”
Chrissy gave him a tentative smi
le. “Still like what you see?”
“Are you kidding? I love what I see. You’re the sexiest man alive, baby. And that’s no lie.”
Chrissy blushed and covered his face with a pillow.
He rubbed his hand over Chrissy’s hip, then moved to cup the heavy balls. “We’re going to empty these out, every single morning for thirty days. Then every erection, every orgasm will be completely mine.”
“They already are!”
“No. You try to do it, but I know how hard you have to fight to keep from touching yourself. With this, you won’t have to.” He kissed Chrissy’s belly. “Now you’ll be able to relax and breathe.”
This was going to be a very good thing.
“I want you to grab hold of your knees and spread them apart for me. Give me access.” Once he had the perfect position, he’d shift the pillows so his boy could relax even more. For now, he wanted Chrissy active, involved.
Chrissy sighed dramatically but did as he asked, pulling up his knees and exposing the sweet hole. He bit his cheek to keep from chuckling at the sight. He did love his boy.
He slicked up his fingers and slid one into Chrissy’s body. He moved with deliberation, finger-fucking Chrissy gently.
His boy began to relax, this act familiar and easy. He put a second finger in with the first and searched out Chrissy’s prostate. He knew when he found it, because his boy groaned softly.
Right. Excellent. He backed off to where he was barely rubbing, just a gentle circling. He’d gotten advice from the guys and done some reading when they’d been at the toy store, making sure he got the right thing. The item he bought would help incredibly, but he wanted to start this out with his fingers, knowing how much his boy craved their connection.
“You’re doing so well, Chrissy.”
“I’m just being here, you know.”
“Yes. And you’re here. And you’re not freaking out and you’re feeling everything.” He kept knocking that sweet little gland, as Chrissy’s balls gradually drew up tight against his body, getting ready to empty for him. Or at least begin to.
Chrissy hummed softly, trying to shift side to side, in an attempt to get more, to come. That wasn’t how this worked.
