by CS Joyce
GOOD BOY
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Trying Kink, Part Two
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BY CS JOYCE
Table of Contents
Title Page
Good Boy (Trying Kink, #2)
Blurb
Author’s Notes
Dedication
PART II
Friday Fellatio
Rising Star
Ride Me
My Eyes Only | Sonny
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CONNECT
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ABOUT
Copyright ©2019 by CS JOYCE
Cover Design: CS Joyce
Editing: The Penny Drops
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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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This book contains material that is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic language, explicit sexual content and adult situations.
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Blurb
What if you couldn't look away? If you couldn't fight the desire to watch or be watched. And what if there was a way to do just that? Somewhere where good boys turned bad...
I’m still a good boy, aren't I? Even if I've done things that I shouldn't have? Seen things, felt things, touched things...
Sonny’s like a drug and I'm completely hooked.
He's testing me; challenging me to be the good boy he wants. But underneath it all I know he's really craving me to defy him. Because Sonny's a bad Daddy and he's going to corrupt me.
Good Boy is Part Two in the Trying Kink serial. If you like Daddy kink, exhibitionism, and voyeurism, then this story is for you.
Author’s Notes
Serial
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This story takes the form of a serial. Trying Kink is written in parts and the first part, Bad Daddy, was originally released as part of a Giveaway. Each part follows the story of Ali and Sonny and their Daddy/boy relationship.
Parts one and two are now available on Amazon and Kindle unlimited. The rest of the instalments will be available monthly in KU and on Amazon.
Irish-isms
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I’m an Irish writer, living in the land of storytellers and poets. I have therefore chosen to write this serial true to my heritage—with Irish turns of phrase, colloquialisms, popular expressions, spellings and vernacular.
These are intentional and are not typos or editing mistakes, but a reflection of our sometimes odd and colourful use of language. (Not to be confused with any of those pesky errors that sometimes can sneak past a good proofread. If you see any of those, feel free to let me know!)
I love language and our unique way of using it and I hope you enjoy it just as much.
Sláinte agus go raibh maith agat.
(Cheers and thank you)
Carrie
Dedication
For Scotty.
Thank you for all your help, always.
Come get your boy.
He’s waiting for you!
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PART II
Friday Fellatio
In hindsight, the banana hadn’t been a good choice for breakfast. I bit into the stodgy flesh and sealed my lips together, avoiding my mom’s gaze.
“You look tired, Ali. Did ya sleep okay?”
I nodded, sliding the banana back into my mouth and closing my lips around it. The action reminded me of what I’d been doing the night before and a shiver ran up my spine as I replayed the events. I wanted to remember; to relive it.
God, I wanted to go to work and do it again. And again. And again. I’d happily suck Sonny off for the rest of the summer.
I closed my eyes at that thought and for a second I was back there: on my knees, Sonny’s perfect, thick cock in my mouth, grasping his thighs and sliding him between my lips...
“What on earth are you doing to that banana?”
I choked at the question and blinked my eyes open in a panic. I hadn’t been acting it out, had I? Jesus.
Heat flooded my cheeks and I wanted to die of embarrassment. Before I could scramble a sentence together, I was saved by my stepdad’s entrance. He stormed in, shoving the kitchen door wide open and then staring at me in a rage.
“That fucking lawn is wild out there. Cut the grass when ya get home after work today. Got it?”
I nodded and slid off the chair. “I better head to work. Don’t want to be late.”
Mom held out the sandwich she’d just made me, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before regretting it. The mouth I’d kissed my mother with, was the same mouth I’d swallowed down a load- full of Sonny’s cum.
I’m a deviant. A monster. A sex depraved madman.
“See ya later,” I called back to her and I disappeared out the kitchen door, sighing with relief.
First mental note of the day: No more bananas. Oh, and maybe no hotdogs either. Just in case I simulate a blowjob with those too.
A yawn escaped me, and I rubbed my eyes. I’d barely slept the night before. After Sonny had left, I’d wandered home in a daze and then lay on my bed for hours thinking over what I’d done. It didn’t seem like something I’d ever do. I’d never be so reckless, so...so...bad. But I’d done it.
Sleep had come in waves of fretful dreams and I woke constantly, each time remembering I’d crossed some imaginary line from sainthood into depravity.
That’s what made this morning even harder to get my head around. Here I was, on my way to work like nothing had changed.
Everything had changed.
The bus was jammed, and I stood, holding onto the rail, my mind dipping back into the warm memory of Sonny’s thick cock. Jesus.
Thankfully I managed to make it to work without any more inappropriate fruit acts and was barely in the door when Mick nabbed me by the elbow and hauled me into his miniscule office.
“I need someone to mind the shop. Something’s come up and I gotta leave. And Sonny doesn’t work Fridays, so you’re all I got.”
Wait, Sonny doesn’t work Fridays?
“I won’t be gone long, two hours tops. You just need to hold the fort. Answer the phone and if any customers arrive just get them to park up and take their keys and a phone number. But don’t you let anyone leave with a car, you hear?”
Mick’s harsh tone refocused my mind and I nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”
I literally bit my tongue to stop from asking what I really wanted to know: if Sonny wasn’t here, then where was he? Did he take every Friday off? Why hadn’t he told me that? Especially last night when we’d been alone...when I’d sucked his cock in public.
“Stay here, don’t leave.” Mick glared at me and then traipsed off mumbling something about dumb kids.
Great, just me and an empty garage. I stared over to where Sonny usually set himself up. The place seemed dead without him there. And I felt a little dead myself now that he was missing. We’d left things in such a strange way the night before. After he’d kissed me, he’d asked me if I wanted to be ‘his good boy’.
I swallowed hard as I thought about it. The way he’d look
ed at me, full of presence and power. He was so fucking sexy and I knew nothing. What did the role of ‘his good boy’ entail? I was clueless. A hapless fool with bad taste in porn and problems eating a banana without making it obscene.
Why did he want me? He was god-like; a hero dressed in leather. Or maybe more a devil. Had he really called himself a ‘Bad Daddy’? It would be cringe worthy coming from anyone else. But from Sonny it was hot. Dirty and sexy.
I grinned, my cock hardening as I thought about it. Ugh, Sonny was trouble and I wanted to be the thing he ruined.
“He’s going to ruin me,” I said out loud, as I rifled through a box of wheel nuts.
“Probably, but it’ll be worth it.”
The voice caused me to jump and I let out a high-pitched squeal. I swung around to find someone I knew standing in the garage—a face I recognized but couldn’t remember from where—and he smiled at me like he knew exactly who I’d been talking about.
“Is he here?” He looked around the garage, his gaze landing over to Sonny’s empty spot.
I shook my head and straightened myself up. “Sonny? No. He’s off today. And Mick’s gone out for a bit. Can I help?”
Where did I know him from? He was so familiar.
“I just wanted to drop this over to Sonny. Give it to him when you see him, okay?”
I swallowed, watching as this guy with perfect teeth and shiny hair moved closer and placed a matt black helmet on Sonny’s workbench.
“Have we met?” I blurted out, because I had to know. I just knew I knew him.
“Nah, but I think you’ve probably seen me.”
“Where?” I asked and then it hit me. Holy shit. This...this...this guy.... ohhhh fuck me.
My face was on fire; a god damned furnace lighting me up and he grinned at me—an easy smug grin—knowing I’d remembered where I’d seen him. He was the boy from the video Sonny had sent me.
“Sonny said he was going to send it to the cute boy that was working with him. I assume that’s you.” He looked me up and down and my knees felt like rubber bowing under his study. Sonny had told him about me. Oh my god.
“I’m Rick, by the way. I’ll probably see you around. You coming to the club?”
What was happening? Was he making casual conversation, knowing I’d watched him come on Sonny’s bike as he’d stroked him to orgasm?
“The club?” I mumbled out the words, sort of sounding like I’d been numbed at the dentist and couldn’t speak properly. I sounded like an eegit.
“Yeah, the club on Saturday. Or hasn’t he told you about that yet?”
“Oh yeah.” I nodded, trying to pretend I knew what he was talking about even though I hadn’t a clue.
“Anyway, I better head. Make sure he gets that helmet. See you around.” Rick gave me another smile and disappeared out of the garage as I stood there in a state of shock.
I needed someone to help me figure this out. Time to call Charlene.
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“Is he gay? Any chance I can turn him straight? Because he’s incredible.” Charlene giggled as she stared at the video and paused for the tenth time on Rick as he orgasmed. “I can’t believe Sonny sent you this.”
I sighed and reached for my phone, snatching it from her as she cried out in objection. It was just after ten a.m. and we were sitting at the tiny table in the garage kitchen and figuring out what I was going to do about this thing I’d gotten myself into.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” she pouted.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Her hair was a mass of curls, long and wild and she was wearing her favourite ‘viper’ red lipstick. Charlene had moved from Derry, up in the North of Ireland, down to the South in second year in school. She looked a lot older than her eighteen years and she certainly had more street smarts than me.
I’d never forget the day we met: She was being given out to by Sister Carmel for hiking up her school uniform skirt too high when she spotted me being pushed around by a homophobic asshole from the year above.
Hold on one second, will ya Sister? Then she’d marched over—Sister Carmel wild-eyed in disbelief—inserted herself between me and the bully, arms crossed and a mane of wild black hair: “Will ye fuck off. Or I’ll tell all the gurls round here that you’ve a tiny dick. Prick.”
Then she’d ginned at me and sauntered back to Sister Carmel. Sorry Sister, ye were saying about my skirt...go on.
She’d quietened down a little, but the Derry accent and the deep-seated rage for injustice was still as strong as ever. We’d hit it off and been best mates ever since.
“Think about it, Ali. I like men. I like cock. So, two guys...two cocks. Duh.” She wriggled her eyebrows and laughed.
“As much I’d love to discuss how much you enjoy gay porn, can we focus on the problem here? My problem.”
Charlene dunked a biscuit into her tea and rolled her eyes. “Ye don’t have a problem. You’ve a sexy guy who wants to do bad things to ya. And he’s got other hot sexy friends. What’s the problem? Maybe ask him if they want a token ‘straight’ girl in the gang?”
“Charlene Moore, can you stop and help me. What the hell do I do?”
Her expression changed and she sipped her tea. “Alright. Sorry. I’m only teasing ye. Why the sudden panic? It’s just a bit of kinky fun.”
I thought for a second as my heart raced. “Because I’m clueless. I’ve no idea. Jesus, Charlene, I’ve barely lost my virginity. And to be fair, it might have grown back by now. It’s been awhile.”
I’d managed to de-virginise myself on the school trip the previous Christmas when the cute guy from French class took a shine to me and the bottle of vodka Charlene had smuggled onto the tour bus. Then another attempt at sex with a guy from the year below me, and well...yeah. I wasn’t a virgin, but I still knew nothing.
Let’s just say, real life had been very disappointing. So being with someone like Sonny—experienced and confident—was terrifying.
“Don’t panic. Sex is sex. Ya might learn something. Actually, if you do, can ya share it with me? I’m trying to improve my oral sex technique. I feel like I could be better at it. Though, saying that, I’ve not had any complaints. And none of the guys have had wee cocks. All huge langers.”
“Charlene,” I shouted, and she laughed wildly.
“Fine, fine. Sorry. What are ye going to do then?” She grabbed another biscuit and tilted her head. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to back out now. When one of us has the chance of some crazy, sexy fun. Do this for me. Then I can live vicariously through you.”
I rolled my eyes. “How do you manage to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Bring it back around to how this will benefit you.”
Charlene grinned. “Because nobody else is putting me first, so I’ll do it myself. Maybe you should try that, Ali. You might be more satisfied.”
I knew she was teasing me but there was a hint of truth in her words. I was always putting everyone else before me. I’d had to in order to survive at home. There was no other way to live in my shitty family without tiptoeing around my stepdad and making sure I didn’t annoy him. Because when I annoyed him enough, he...
I’d sort of diluted my personality and my spirit in the process. A necessity for survival.
“You’re right,” I said, sipping my coffee and reminding myself I was going to college at the end of the summer. I was nearly free.
Charlene glanced over at me and nodded. “I know. I’m rarely wrong. Tell me this-what are you really worrying about?”
“That he’s having a laugh. That a guy like him wouldn’t want someone like me. Like, maybe it’s all a big joke at my expense. You should see him, he’s beyond gorgeous.”
Charlene’s nose scrunched up as though my words revolted her. “You know what? That voice in your head is a cunt.”
“Charlene! Oh my God, don’t use that word.”
She rolled her eyes. “I will because it’s true. You’re the swe
etest, cutest guy ever. I literally love you more than you love yourself. Look at you-your long lashes. Jesus, I’d save a fortune in mascara if I had them. You’re so thoughtful and caring. Such a big-hearted guy. And your lips are plump and juicy. Actually, my lipstick would look great on you. Imagine the mark that would leave on Sonny’s cock.”
I let out a huff of air, the image of a lipstick-stained ring on Sonny’s dick was so hot. Would he like that? Would he let me do that?
“And, let’s not forget how perfect those freckles are. You’re like a sun kissed angel, Ali. Tell that voice in your head to shut the fuck up.”
That—that right there—was why Charlene was my very best friend and soul sister. She was brutal, honest, and a no bullshit kinda girl. Which meant she’d tell you the truth when you needed it.
But in my case, it had turned out that years of bullying at the hands of my stepfather had left me with a rather persistent voice in my head pointing out all my flaws.
And Charlene Moore, fiercest woman I knew, was determined to be louder than it. Which wasn’t all that hard since she was a loud, mouthy, opinionated queen. According to her, the only flaw I had was being too hard on myself. God, I love her.
“Thanks babe. You always know how to cheer me up. Am I crazy for wanting to do this thing with Sonny?”
She leaned closer, her long curls draping around her face. “You’d be mad not to. It’s fun. You’re young and this is the start of our lives. The real start, free of school and parents. You’re always so good, Ali. Let yourself be bad for a change.”
“But I don’t really know much about it. I’m a little green when it comes to kink. I mean, he called me his ‘good boy’ and said he was a ‘bad Daddy’.”
Charlene’s eyes looked like they might pop out of her head. “OMG, he’s into Daddy kink. I thought it was just the watching you stuff he liked. You didn’t mention the Daddy part.”
I blushed, which was silly since I shared everything with Charlene. “I’m not sure what it’s about.”
“Web search, dude. Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t found some juicy stuff online. I’m really into the Asian daddy kink at the minute. I’d like some of those girls myself.”
