by Kelex
Anson kissed his forehead and rubbed his back. “Rough week?”
“I just had a phone call from my father. He’s not going to help me pay my tuition moving forward.”
Anson sighed. “Let me guess. Gloria?”
Jereme leaned back and eyed Anson. “She called him at some ungodly hour and told him I’d stolen her husband and all kinds of crazy stories that weren’t even close to the truth. By the end of the call, he told me I was just as much drama as she was and he didn’t have the strength to deal with either of us.”
Anson drew him close again, tucking his head under a chin. “I’m so sorry, baby. We’ll figure things out.”
He shook his head. “That’s another relationship lost. I thought he wanted to be a part of my life—yet here he is, willing to walk away like I mean nothing. Again.”
“You mean everything to me. Does that count?”
Jereme buried his face in Anson’s chest. “Yes,” he mumbled.
Anson squeezed him. “I might not have a solution to the relationship issue, but I might have something for the tuition one.”
“I’m not taking your money,” Jereme said.
Anson led him into the kitchen where he turned down a couple of burners before crossed over to the dining room table. He then pulled a slip of paper from his portfolio and returned—handing a check to Jereme.
Jereme eyed the check. There’s a lot of zeros there.
Then he saw the name—Charles Atwood. “What’s this?”
“Your mother’s new boyfriend wants me out of town.”
Jereme frowned. “He paid you to leave?”
“Yep. With you in tow.”
“And you took it?”
“Yes and no. Well, the money’s actually to pay off your mother’s debt. I told him I didn’t want it, but then I hesitated. Then he said something that had me thinking… perhaps you should have it.”
“Me? Why me?”
“She turned her back. And now she’s caused a rift between you and your dad.”
Jereme lowered his head. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder.”
Anson moved closer and lifted Jereme’s chin. “I want to be the place where you turn, because you love me. Not because you don’t have anywhere else to run to.” He pointed at the check. “This is yours. And from the sounds of it, it’ll help pay for whatever you need. It gives you options. Plus it lets me know you’re here because you want to be with me.”
“Of course I want to be with you.”
Anson smiled. “Then it’ll be your rainy-day fund.” He stole a quick kiss before returning to the stove.
Jereme eyed the check. Between his scholarships and that money, it was likely enough to carry him all the way through. “My mother seriously racked up this kind of debt? On what?”
“Who the fuck knows? Clothes? Shoes? Jewelry? Wigs… jeez, the list goes on and on.”
Jereme handed the check back. “Then this really is yours. If she spent all your money, you should take this.”
Anson pushed his hand away. “School is more important.”
“I have a scholarship. My father was only paying what that didn’t cover. I can get a job. Maybe take out some student loans.”
“No,” Anson said sharply. “Take the goddamned money, Jereme.”
Jereme inhaled briskly. “Okay. Fine.”
Anson smiled. “Actually… you could keep arguing with me over it and I could bend you over my knee. My hand’s itching for a good spanking.”
Jereme chuckled. “What kind of punishment would I get if I ripped the check to bits?” He didn’t really want the money. But at the same time, he knew it could fund something good in his life.
“I would murder you. School. Important. Period.” Anson leaned in for a kiss.
“Did her boyfriend say anything about the divorce? I’d love to see her sign the papers more than him hand over a check.”
Anson stirred a pot on the stove. “Well, I am making a celebratory dinner for a good reason.”
Jereme captured Anson’s stare. He sucked in an anticipatory breath. “She signed?”
“Another gift Charles Atwood brought me. Apparently, he’s in a rush to get married. Why, I don’t know, but if it helps us—let him have what he wants.”
“So… you’re free?”
Anson nodded. “Yep. And I got a call. An offer has been made on the house. I’ve accepted it, so it’s just a matter of time before this place is someone else’s.”
Jereme sidled closer to his daddy. “In a way, I’m sad. This is the house where I lost my virginity.” He smiled up at Anson.
“I think we can christen every room in our new place to more than make up for the loss.”
Jereme liked the sound of their new place as much as he liked the idea of christening rooms. “We need to buy a big place.”
Anson frowned. “No, we don’t.”
“Okay… then we need a little place with a million rooms. I want plenty of christening happening.”
Anson chuckled. “Ahhh.” He wrapped an arm around Jereme’s shoulders. “How about we get a small place with big rooms and we set a five times per room christening minimum?”
“Just five? Sounds like you’re lowballing me, Parker.”
Anson barked with laughter before drawing Jereme into his arms and kissing him senseless. But he stopped before the things started getting really good. “I forgot to tell you more of my news. I had a meeting with my father.”
“Oh?”
“We’re opening a satellite office on Kent Street, or somewhere close to the vicinity. I’ll be heading it up. I’ll need to go scout for office space, go through the legalities of opening, hire staff, etc, etc…”
Jereme smiled. “Everything’s coming together.”
“Indeed it is.”
“I wasn’t sure it would,” Jereme admitted.
Anson smiled, caressing Jereme’s cheek. “I had my doubts here and there, too.”
Jereme rose on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his daddy’s lips. “I love you.”
“And I… I am utterly consumed by you,” Anson whispered. “You are my heart.”
Anson drew Jereme into his arms and held tight.
“I know you’ve got this celebratory dinner going… but you think we can put a hold on that and have a different kind of celebration first?” Jereme asked. He rolled his hips, rubbing his thickening erection against Anson’s thick thigh. “I need my daddy.”
Anson’s eyes closed for a moment, and he took a deep breath. “No… we’re eating first.” He tilted his head down. “But you need to get ready. Go take a shower… I laid some things out on the bed for you.”
“Oh?”
Anson nodded. “We’ll enjoy dinner… and then we can play all night long, baby.”
Jereme didn’t want to leave, yet was excited to see what it was waiting for him upstairs. After a juicy kiss, he grabbed his bag and rushed upstairs. There he saw a gorgeous black lace bra and panty set, along with a matching garter belt and stockings—as well as a silky looking black mini dress and a gorgeous wig.
Not in the same auburn as Gloria’s had been, but one a darker shade of brown like his own. He lifted it from the bed and ran his fingers through the locks, a thrill racing up his spine.
And then he saw the shoes. Bright red and shiny. He gasped in delight when he picked them up and noticed they were his size. They also looked like deathtraps he was sure he’d break an ankle in, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He used to play in his mother’s shoes until his feet had gotten too big.
He quickly disrobed and headed for the shower. A bottle of shaving gel and a razor had been left on the shower ledge, along with some body wash and shampoo. He took care of his body as rapidly as he could get his shaking hands to move. Once dried off, he used some of the makeup in his bag to add to the illusion.
It took him a lot longer than he would’ve liked, but it was a process. Every step was like he was becoming the real Jereme, the one that lived within. This was his tr
uth… the beautiful boy who was loved and wasn’t scared anymore.
This was the person he wanted to be every day for the rest of his life.
Once the lingerie, makeup, and heels were on, he strode back into the bathroom to see the finished look. He ran his hands over his body, loving what he saw. Over his shoulder, he saw Anson in the mirror, watching. He smiled at his daddy’s reflection, tears coming to his eyes. Anson walked in and moved in behind him. He wrapped Jereme in those strong arms he never wanted to be out of.
“Hey, beautiful,” Anson whispered while watching their reflection.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
“I have nothing to do with this. It’s all you. You’re beautiful inside and out.”
Jereme felt the tears stinging again. “Stop it. You’ll make me mess up my makeup.”
Anson chuckled before kissing Jereme’s neck. “You almost ready for dinner?”
“Yeah, almost. I just need to add the wig and put on that dress.” He spun in Anson’s arms. “Thanks for my pretty things. I love them.”
“I love you.”
Jereme smiled before stealing a kiss. “I need to finish getting dressed.”
“Me, too,” Anson said, letting go.
His daddy was wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing more than a lot of muscled, very fine flesh. “I like you just the way you are.”
“We’re having a nice date. I gotta dress up, too,” he said while backing out of the bedroom.
Jereme drew the slip dress over his body before adding the wig. One more check in the mirror and he smiled. Perfect.
He made his way to the door, where he found Anson dressed in a well-fitting suit sans tie. He even had a single red rose in his hand. “Wow… you look amazing.”
Jereme took the rose before he twirled to give Anson the full show. “I feel amazing.”
Anson offered one arm, and Jereme took it. “I figured you might need some help getting downstairs in those shoes,” he murmured lowly.
“Thank you. I haven’t worn heels in years,” he whispered. They made their way down carefully.
The lower level was dark. When they entered the dining room, candles flickered. Anson had placed more red roses in a vase in the middle of the table. There were crystal goblets and fine plates, along with shining silverware. From somewhere in the house, sultry music played.
“You went all out,” Jereme said as Anson pulled out his chair.
“For you? Absolutely.”
The meal was delicious. They ate, drank, and joked with each other—yet there was a constant thread of need that kept pulling tighter and tighter by the minute. It was in Anson’s eyes, his hungry stare consumed Jereme. And he knew it was in his own eyes. The desire he felt made it hard to breathe… hard to eat… hard to think of anything but where the night was leading.
His cock had been semi-erect most of the night, but now it tented the front of his dress. Between the clothes, the shoes… the fantasy… it excited him to no end. But to share it all with Anson… and to celebrate the first night of their fresh start…
It was almost more than he could contend with.
He was on edge, figuratively and literally. He had scooted closer, needing to be as near Anson as possible. His crossed, silk-covered legs shook with the need to rise and settle on his daddy’s lap.
“Do you not like your dinner?”
Jereme had eaten very little… while the food was delicious, his nerves wouldn’t allow too much. “You’re a very good cook… but I find myself hungering for something more.”
Anson smiled, but said nothing for a moment. He cocked his head to the side and grinned wider. “I love this song. Let’s dance.”
Before he could even agree, Anson had him up and swirling him around the near empty space. He lifted his stare in the near dark. All he could see was Anson’s face. Feel his daddy’s body, throbbing next to him. The hard outline of Anson’s cock pressed against his belly, just above where his own shaft ached to be touched.
They moved together to the music, Anson’s strength leading them both. He held on, the whole world spinning some. As long as he grabbed ahold tight, he’d be okay…
Anson would make sure everything was okay.
“Daddy? I need.”
“I know you do, baby,” Anson said before capturing his lips.
His kiss was fierce. Anson’s need was a powerful thing, taking everything. His hands rose up to capture Jereme’s head. He broke away and gazed down. “On your knees.”
A tremble raced up Jereme’s spine. He lowered down to his knees and awaited the next order. Anson walked over to the sideboard and lifted an item before he walked back. The candlelight glinted off something metal in his hands.
Jereme gasped as he realized what it was. Just after Christmas, Anson had measured him for a custom, metal chastity cage.
“We need to get you locked back up,” Anson said. “But that cock needs to be soft.” After the dress had been pulled over his head and the panties tugged down his hips, Anson sat down on a chair before Jereme. “Make yourself come.”
Wide-eyed, Jereme froze for a moment. He’d never masturbated in front of anyone… but the excitement soon conquered the fear. He began to stroke his shaft in short tugs.
“You better enjoy this. It’s the last time that cock will be free all weekend.”
Jereme held Anson’s gaze as he caressed his cock. His moans and mewls grew in volume and number with every few strokes. Having his daddy watch him giving himself pleasure was hotter than he’d ever expected it to be. It didn’t hurt that Anson soon grew heavy lidded. He ran a hand over his tented pants every so often, adjusting his erection.
“You can touch yourself, too,” Jereme whispered. “I wanna see what feels good to you.”
Anson didn’t respond at first. But after a moment, he freed his thick, hard shaft and licked his palm. He began to stroke himself. Jereme watched every move of Anson’s hands, committing them to memory. He wanted to spend the rest of his life learning what gave his daddy pleasure…
“Fuck,” Anson said before sliding down into the floor before him. “I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
After another lick to his palm, he replaced Jereme’s hand with his own. He tugged Jereme’s hand to his cock, and they took over one another’s job. A smile spread on Jereme’s lips, loving the feel of Anson’s hand on him. They stroked each other by candlelight, both eager to come. The only sound was their frantic pants and moans of tormented delight.
Anson lowered his head and captured Jereme’s lips before he leaned back on his haunches. “I’m going to tie you to my bed tonight… and have my wicked way with you… after I get that cage on you, of course.”
Jereme felt the words doing exactly what Anson had intended them to do.
“I’m gonna fuck that sweet ass all night… fill you with my cum… over and over again.”
“You’re gonna breed me, Daddy?”
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Anson murmured, his voice deep as night. “I’m definitely gonna breed you.”
Jereme hit the wall, his orgasm slamming into him. He came hard, his whole body seizing in pleasure-pain. He grabbed ahold of Anson, fearful he might fall, even with the floor inches below him. He was left gasping, holding on for dear life.
“That’s a sweet boy,” Anson whispered before wiping Jereme’s cock clean.
It only took a few minutes to get his cock caged up and locked away for good.
“Damn,” Anson said, running a finger down the metal shaft. “That looks so pretty on you, baby.”
Jereme looked down his body and grinned.
Anson added the small metal lock before lifting the black lace panties over the cage. “That’s a thing of beauty.” He pulled the chain connected to the key around his neck. “Now you’re all mine.”
“As if I wasn’t before?”
His daddy grinned. “Let’s get you upstairs and into bed.”
Anson helped him up before blowing out the candl
es. He then marched them upstairs, but bypassed the smaller bedroom they’d been using. His daddy led them to the master.
“Don’t worry,” Anson whispered. “I bought a new bed.”
Jereme smiled and eyed the huge king bed—where he noticed shackles on the head and footboards. He eyed Anson who was watching him closely.
“I did say I was going to tie you to my bed,” Anson said. He moved in close, caressing Jereme’s cheek with his fingertips. “And I fulfill the promises I make.” Anson pushed him onto the bed. “On your hands and knees.”
Jereme fell back against the soft bedding, need swimming in his veins. He rolled over and got into position. When his daddy grabbed one leg and tugged him down, he moaned with need. The minute the fur-lined leather wrapped around his silk-clad ankle just above the strap of his high-heeled shoe, he mewled his delight. When his daddy grabbed his other ankle, he pulled it away.
“No, Daddy.”
Anson’s hands froze, and he looked up at Jereme.
“I didn’t say wig, did I?” Jereme asked, looking over one shoulder and reminding his daddy he knew his safe word perfectly well.
His daddy’s slow, sly grin was a thing of beauty. Anson captured Jereme’s ankle and locked it away—all while he fought just enough to ensure the fun.
“Keep struggling,” Anson spat. “You’re not getting away from me, boy.”
Jereme writhed against the mattress and the bonds on his feet. Just like the cage, he seemed to like the sensation of being bound… more than he’d ever realized. Anson knelt near the head of the bed and snagged one of Jereme’s wrists before cuffing it.
“You can’t run anywhere.”
He tugged at the bond and fought to free his other hand—but Anson was able to capture it and get it bound, too.
“Now I get to have my fun,” Anson said before rising to his feet.
Ever so slowly, he stripped down to nothing—except for the leather harness he’d seemed to have grown fond of. Jereme moaned at the sight of his big, strong, hard daddy. “What’re you gonna do to me?”
“What am I not going to do to you?” Anson asked before spanking one of Jereme’s ass cheeks hard. He added a few sweet nibbles and kisses where he’d just struck before striking again. “I think we need to see just how far I can push you.”
