Rob stood on the edge of it, Bastian so hot and tight on him, that ring snug on his cock, moving up and down as he fucked him. Rob watched it slide on his cock as he thrust. So slick with all that lube, and his balls touched Bastian’s big ones with every thrust. Bastian began to tauten and whimper and raise his ass higher to take it, meeting his thrusts halfway. Rob couldn’t hold on. One deep, hard thrust and he spilled hot inside his boy; it never got old, filling Bastian up with his own come, something he’d never experienced with anyone else. He and Jack had always used condoms because of their open relationship. He’d never told Bastian that. One more thing Bastian had given him. Bastian gave him everything he had.
Bastian curled and went right after, pumping hard in delicious spurts. Rob couldn’t see it but he could imagine the thin stream spraying from Bastian’s little slit, stopping and starting, stopping and starting, the milky-white color, the stickiness on his fingers if he touched it.
When they’d finished, Rob turned him over. He couldn’t resist tasting that last little drip, kissing the very tip of Bastian’s cock. Bastian shivered a little and made a small sound. “I’m so sleepy now, Daddy. So, so sleepy.”
“My boy just needed fucked before he could sleep.” Rob filed that away: Bastian sleeps better if he gets fucked beforehand. “Go clean up, let’s tuck you up nice and warm, then you sleep as long as you need, little one. When you get up, you need to eat. And here.” He handed Bastian a T-shirt and briefs. “You can’t sleep naked alone. You’ll get cold.”
Bastian cleaned off, then obediently pulled the clothes on. Rob stroked his hair until he fell asleep, then got to setting up the house while he slept. He’d done a good bit when Bastian wandered downstairs. Rob immediately kissed him. “Did you sleep long enough?”
“Yes, Rob, god.”
“Boys need their sleep. Boys also need to eat. I’ll pick out your clothes and we can go get some lunch, okay? But let me take a shower, I’m all dusty.”
Bastian must have taken the time to wander. Rob found him on the old tire swing, spinning in circles over and over with the dogs close, Ziggy trundling nearby. It seemed to calm him, so he left Bastian alone for a while. “C’mon, sprite!” he finally called.
Bastian stopped spinning and blinked a bit. “Okay.”
“You’re being remarkably well-behaved,” Rob commented while they drove.
“Oh. That. Well, why not? It’s quiet out here. No reason not to be. Nothing to argue about. You’re coddling me excessively, but whatever.”
“Bastian, you need coddled and taken care of.” Rob used a firm voice, a daddy voice.
Bastian was looking out the window. Always looking out the goddamn window. “I don’t.”
“No, you need it. You’re not used to it.”
“I don’t deserve it.” He spoke so quietly Rob barely heard.
Rob slammed on the brakes and pulled over. He forcibly turned Bastian to look at him. “Say it again.”
“Excuse me?”
“No backtalk. Say it again.”
“I said I don’t deserve it, Rob. God, are you fucking deaf?”
“You’re not allowed to talk about yourself that way. You can say you feel like you don’t deserve it, and we can discuss that. But you are not allowed to deliver it as a statement or ultimatum on your character. Do you understand me? From now on, that’s disrespecting yourself and deserves discipline if you do.”
“I don’t deserve it!” Bastian yelled in his face.
Rob turned the car around. “You need discipline more than you need to eat.”
He marched Bastian upstairs. “You’re not getting spanked. You’ll enjoy it, likely as not. You’re going to learn to control yourself. You’re going to sit here and get held. Then you can swim. Or you can get on the swing.” The swing had seemed to calm him earlier.
Bastian sighed. He hadn’t spoken since he yelled at Rob. “I don’t deserve this. You know what I did.”
“You didn’t. And you need to realize it. You looked away. Contrary to what the Bible says, which we both walked away from, might I add, you are not your brother’s keeper, especially as a goddamn twelve-year-old. I brought you up here so you could heal from that, and the first way to heal from that is to stop saying it. I am literally ordering you that whenever you think it, you are to stop yourself short and say to yourself, ‘that was not my fault.’ Promise me, and I’ll let you out of this.”
Bastian grit his teeth.
“Bastian, promise me.”
“You think I want to get out of a punishment more than my own responsibility?”
“You will, then, think seriously about seeing a therapist. I can’t make you go, but I can order you to give it plenty of thought. And they will tell you to do the same thing I’m telling you — to recognize disordered thoughts and replace them. So you can do it with me or you can do it with someone else. Pick.”
“How do you know how much about therapy?” Bastian narrowed his eyes.
“Because I’ve been to therapy, Bastian.”
Bastian sighed. “I’ll try your way. I don’t believe it. But I’ll try.”
“Good.” Rob didn’t want to punish Bastian for this, not really. “Go sit on the tire swing for a while and I’ll order us in some sandwiches.”
Bastian went outside and twirled mindlessly on the swing for a long time. Rob watched him through the picture window in the kitchen while he made an extensive grocery list. When Bastian came in, he wrapped around Rob and wormed his way under his arm. Rob looked sternly at his feet. “Was my boy walking around barefoot?”
“I left my shoes —”
“No walking barefoot outside. You might cut your feet, kelpie.”
Bastian knit his brows. “But I love going barefoot!”
Rob sighed. “To the swing and back. On paths. But nothing else and never on the gravel drive, you’ll hurt your feet. Being barefoot also makes your feet all dirty. Upstairs.”
“But I didn’t —”
Rob laughed. “I’m going to wash your feet off, kelpie. Go sit on the edge of the tub.”
The guest bath had a tub, and Rob found some soap in the cabinet. He wrapped a washcloth around it and knelt next to Bastian, then began washing his feet. When he looked up, Bastian was biting his lip. “Does it feel good?”
Bastian nodded. “No one ever did that, and it feels really really good.”
Rob washed both his feet, all over, the way he’d never washed anyone’s feet on Holy Thursday, a world away now. Gently and carefully, he scrubbed the dirt off and washed between his toes. By the time he finished, Bastian’s breath had quickened. Rob kissed him on the head as he heard a knock at the door. “Sandwiches.”
“Not hungry.”
“Good boys eat so they stay strong.”
Bastian trailed behind him downstairs and nibbled at his sandwich, his mind clearly elsewhere. When Rob finally gave him leave to wrap up the rest for later, he disappeared. Rob finished his sandwich and went looking.
Bastian laid flat on his back, eyes closed, totally naked. His hair had grown, and no longer spiked up, but splayed out on the pillow, and those lovely, lovely freckles sprayed across his nose. Rob kept swearing he’d count them while Bastian slept. Long lashes brushed his face; his cheekbones and chin stood sharp compared to the smooth, perfect muscle of his chest. His arms had gotten thinner since he quit swimming, less veined, more like a boy’s. One hand rested on his barely washboard abs like before, fingers curled lightly into a fist, his last two fingers rubbing back and forth, back and forth where he’d trimmed his dark hair so short it barely existed. His cock stood straight up: perfectly smooth, except where his foreskin had pulled back, that shiny pink head totally exposed for Rob to stare at.
“You just had it this morning, slutty boy.”
“Need it again.”
“Mmmm, no.” Rob needed to put his foot down on Bastian’s sex drive. Now.
“Daddy, I’m so stiff. Daddy, play with me. I’ll be such a little sl
ut for you. Please mess with my cock and finger my tight hole. I promise I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be so tight for you, Daddy. I bet I’m so slick inside from this morning. Do you think I am?”
Goddammit. Bastian slammed every one of his buttons gleefully, like a kid in a fucking elevator.
“Daddy, you like it.” Bastian smirked. “Why do you always pretend not to? Like you pretended you didn’t like it when I rubbed my cock in the pool office. You stood there and watched me and pretended to be so mad. But you wanted it so bad. You love my cock. You love fucking my tight ass. You want me on my hands and knees? Or you wanna fuck me up against the wall? You can let me get on top and ride you.”
“Only slutty boys ride cocks. I like you well-behaved and under me.”
“But I wanna ride your cock, Daddy. You never let me.” Bastian sulked. “You ride mine.”
“Uh-huh. When you’re tied up and sweet underneath me, I do. And it feels amazing.”
“Then let me ride yours.”
“No. Good boys don’t get on top. I don’t want you on top.”
“Da-ddy.”
He wouldn’t let it go. “You’re getting too bold, sprite. Time to remember the difference between being a boy and being a daddy.”
“I just wanna ride your cock, Daddy. It would feel good.”
“No. Boys don’t ride cock. You stay right there.” Rob got up and left the room. He returned with a pair of light pink panties, his favorite pair. Oh, but this would be good, and he’d had no reason to punish Bastian with them yet. They had lace sides, and they’d bulge out the satin when Bastian hardened in them. He tossed them on the bed. “Put those on.”
Bastian sucked in a breath. “Father likes sissy boys,” he sang.
“Put them on, or I’ll spank you first.”
“You know I don’t mind these.”
“Put them on.”
“You know they just make me hard.”
“I told you to put them on.”
“They just make me wanna jerk off in them.”
“Then why aren’t you putting them on?”
Bastian flushed. Uh-huh. Rob had suspected as much. It was one thing when Bastian picked them out and put them on himself, and another when Rob made him wear them. Bastian slowly drew them on. “I look stupid.”
“You look like a little sissy boy. You look like a little twink who sucks cock. Now up on the bed and down on your stomach. Legs tucked under you.” Bastian probably hadn’t looked at those panties too closely. “These are special for sissy boys who need taught a lesson.” Rob got the lube. “They hold your cock and balls tight while you get fucked. Spread your legs.”
“And how are you gonna fuck me with these on?”
Rob unsnapped the back panel, which left Bastian’s ass bare. He could see Bastian’s tight little hole, those pretty pink ridges.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Uh-huh.” Rob began stroking Bastian’s little pucker. “You want some cock in there, baby? You gonna take it like my little angel now? You gonna be a good little for me in your sissy panties that remind you exactly who daddy is?” He slipped a finger easily into Bastian. That finger slid to the good spot and pressed; Bastian drew in a sharp breath. Painfully hard, Rob began stroking himself at the sight of Bastian’s bare ass.
“That’s it, little girl. Take it from Daddy. You love that. You love getting your tight ass fucked. Come on. Take one more for me.” Rob slipped another into him and began to gently fuck him. Bastian whimpered and arched his back on them. “Mmm-hmm. You hard in those yet? That feel good against your fat cock? Bet that satin feels good sliding on it, little twink. You just need stretched a little more and Daddy’s gonna fuck you.”
Rob slipped another finger into Bastian. He took it so easily. “You want fucked?”
“Please, Daddy?”
“Tell me how much you want fucked, little brat.”
“I want fucked so bad, Daddy. I’m so sorry I was bad. I’m such a slutty boy sometimes, I can’t help it. But now I’m all ready for you to take. Please, Daddy? My cock’s so hard. Make me feel good with your dick, Daddy. I promise I’ll ruin these panties, Daddy. You want me to get come all over this pink satin?”
Rob slicked himself and entered Bastian as quickly as he could without hurting him. Bastian still gasped on him. He rocked back and forth on Rob’s cock. “Daddy please. Daddy I proved I’m a good boy, can I sit backwards in your lap while you rub me? Please? I’ll be so good. I swear. I’ll sit perfectly still and lean on you.”
“Oh, you wanna sit nice on Daddy’s lap now?” God, how hot would that be, his dick in Bastian’s ass while he stroked that big cock through the satin. “Okay, baby. But only if you’re a good boy and you don’t move. You have to be a good, sweet angel boy for me. Can you do that? Can you stay still with a big dick in your ass?”
Rob pulled out and sat cross-legged. Bastian lowered himself onto Rob’s cock, moved a little, and sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh God. Oh God, Daddy, right there.”
“Be a good boy. You sit nicely for me.” He stiffened even more in Bastian’s tight, hot ass. Rob cupped Bastian’s cock — God, Bastian was hard, he loved wearing these things — and began stroking him through the fabric. Bastian bucked up to him. “Stay. Still.” Rob was going to come when Bastian did; he was so fucking close to it, riding the edge. The slick fabric teased his balls. A few more hard strokes and Bastian lost it, spurting come all over the satin, wetting it with all that stickiness and ruining the fabric. Bastian’s come hit his hand and Rob exploded, pumping into him. Bastian nuzzled his ass down onto Rob as if by instinct, burying Rob’s cock deeper.
Rob turned Bastian’s torso around and they kissed, Rob still hard inside him. “That feel good?”
Bastian nodded.
Rob kissed his forehead. “Boys don’t ride their daddies, little one. Doesn’t work that way. Not in this house.”
“You like me under you.” Bastian lifted off him.
“Mmm-hmm. And occasionally in my lap. Boys can sit on their daddies’ laps, but only if they’re good.”
Goddammit. He hadn’t come up here for this. He’d come up here to make Bastian stop it.
“Got you, Daddy-O,” Bastian sang quietly.
“Get up.” Rob gritted his teeth, the anger welling up at himself, not at Bastian. “Go clean up and I’m putting you to work unpacking your things.”
Which, shockingly, Bastian did without protest, always trailed by a parade of dogs and his goddamn possum. Animals loved him like no one Rob had ever seen. They listened to him, too: the dogs perfectly trained; they didn’t beg at the table or pester when they weren’t wanted. He kept Taz and Angel with him almost constantly. “We got them for our eleventh birthday,” he’d told Rob once. And he always carried Ziggy around, or put her on his shoulders or in a kind of backpack sling. Or she just trailed along behind him.
“Get dressed in something decent!” Rob finally yelled up the stairs. “I’m taking you to dinner!”
Bastian came down, his brows knit, carrying Ziggy. “Do we have to? I’m tired, Daddy.”
Bastian calling him “Daddy” meant he was either serious or trying to manipulate him. Rob searched his face.
“I worked hard in the house all day. We brought some DVDs. Can we watch some of those and order pizza or something?”
“No. Boys need something better than pizza. Especially if you’re swimming again.”
“A salad and breadsticks.”
“No.”
“Sandwich.”
“No.”
“Can you pick something up, Daddy?”
Rob sighed. “We can go grocery shopping, but it’ll be a hell of a lot more intensive than eating out. Tell you what. We’ll get what we need for tonight and do the rest tomorrow.”
“Oka-ay.”
“Was that backtalk?” Rob gave his voice a sharp edge.
Bastian huffed. “I suppose so.”
“Drop your pants and hold the end of the couch, please. Two.”
“We’re in the living room!”
“I don’t care.”
“There are windows!”
“There are also woods. No one can see. Off with them. And I don’t care how hard you get. You’re not getting a damn thing.”
Bastian huffed again.
“Four.”
He must’ve realized he wasn’t winning this one, because he dropped everything and leaned over the couch. And God did he look delicious: the slim muscled ass, the perfect cleft in it that, with his legs spread, exposed his smooth balls dangling ripe between them, the arched back. Rob would’ve fucked him right there.
“Why are you being disciplined?”
“Because of backtalk.” Bastian sounded bored.
“What should you have done instead?”
“Not fucking breathed, apparently.”
“Two more for sarcasm.”
It was his fault Bastian still acted like a wayward brat.
“Are you sorry?”
“I suppose.”
That would have to do for now. “Count six.” Rob spanked that perfect ass, open-handed, six times. Bastian’s breathing quickened. His breathing quickened. “Put your clothes on.” Rob used the most neutral voice he could muster.
“Daddy, you don’t really want me to do that.”
“If you’re a little slut, I’ll spank you again.”
“And you’ll like it again, Daddy. Look at you tenting out your pants. Wanna see my cock?” He turned, and Rob got an eyeful, oh god, of his foreskin pulling back and that shiny pink head peeking out. Bastian slid it back farther. He slid it forward, gathering it into a pucker at the tip of his cock.
“No. You need to learn to control yourself. Put your clothes on and sit on the tire swing. It calms you down.”
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