by JP Sayle
He eyed his clothes, the sofa, then my lap, before he shook his head. “I’ll make it dirty,” he muttered.
“Okay then, sit on Daddy’s lap.”
As if that’s what he’d been angling for, I’d hardly finished speaking and he was curled up in my lap, his head tucked under my chin.
I stroked the top of his head and let the weight and warmth of his body settle the ball of anxiety that had grown in my stomach from the silence in the truck. “I’m sorry that you didn’t feel able to ask me for what you wanted.”
He sighed but said nothing.
“I’ve been thinking about everything this afternoon.” He tensed before I got any further and I stroked my hand down his back. “Shush now. What I realised was that I’d assumed you’d take the initiative to show me when you were ready for the next step. I realised, maybe that isn’t what you want?”
“Since I moved in here, you’ve encouraged me to be myself. In a way, you set my little free from the box I contained him in.” He shifted so he could look at me.
There was vulnerability but also hope in his eyes, so I remained silent and waited for him to continue.
“When I figured out there was this part of me that liked being little and being taken care of, I accepted it. What I didn’t do was let it have free reign, not really, because first there was the shared living. Then the boyfriends I picked were only interested in me being little when it suited them. So, the only real time I could just be me was when I was on my own. And although I enjoy it, it’s not the same as having someone to give me structure. To take care of me and let me just be without having to worry about anything else.” He scratched at his head, his face wearing a thoughtful expression.
I waited a beat to see if he’d finished before asking, “Have I focused too much on your little, and not enough on your other side?”
He chuckled. “If you give attention to my little, are you not giving attention to all of me?”
I tilted my head to look at him while I considered what he’d said. Was I making it too complicated? Was I muddying the water by trying to separate out the two sides of him? Or was it something else?
Glenn had called me perverted. Had I let that stop me from what would happen naturally between me and Sawyer?
A gentle brush of Sawyers fingertips to my forehead pulled me from questions I wasn’t sure I had answers for, or not ones I wanted to acknowledge right then.
He gave an exasperated snort. “Daddy, you’re overthinking it.” His face got red splotches on his cheeks. “When I’m little, do you get…aroused?” He bit his lip and met my gaze with eyes filled with dread.
“Angel, I only have to be near you to become aroused,” I answered honestly, wanting to remove any doubts he had. It appeared that while I’d been pushing aside my own needs, doing my best not to give in to my baser instincts, I’d made him think I didn’t want him. When, in fact, all I’d been doing was dreaming about all the things I could do to his delectable body. Fuck, bath time had become a torturous session on how far it could stretch my control. Especially as, most of the time, I’d somehow end up in the bath with Sawyer.
His face brightened and he leant forward, his mouth puckering for a kiss.
I got to within mere millimetres from his lips and stopped. His breath gushed out and brushed against my parted mouth as his eyes pleaded with me. “Maybe it’s time Daddy showed you exactly what he’d like to do to his Angel boy. But first, I think we should talk about the spanking.”
At his moan, and bottom wriggling against my lap, my cock took notice and started to plump in appreciation.
“Spanking,” he squealed, sounding more delighted than horrified.
“Yes, you knew Daddy was a novice at this. Yet, you remained quiet about something that was important to you. It made you worry, and Daddy hates the thought of that. So that means I have to teach you a lesson, so it doesn’t happen again.”
His eyes got so wide they seemed to consume his face.
My hands trembled as I helped him to stand up. Please let this be the right move. “Daddy’s going to take off your clothes. Then I’m going to spank you. If you take your punishment like a good boy, Daddy will reward you after bath time. Are you willing to take your punishment?”
His whole body juddered. “Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled, his hands fidgeting at his sides as he struggled to meet my gaze.
“That’s a good boy.” I stood and stroked my hand down his hair, gaining a little whimper, before I removed it to start undressing him.
His whole demeanour changed. It was subtle, but I’d come to notice when his facial expression would soften, the same with his posture. His little was now in charge and I acknowledged the tug to my belly at what I was about to do, then I focused on the arousal that was fizzing under my skin excitedly. It easily overpowered the doubt or worry that this was wrong.
How could this be wrong when it made my heart soar, knowing the care I gave fulfilled needs in my man? And he was a man. There was no denying that, regardless of his little persona. He was a fully grown man with different needs, needs I could meet, as well as the ones inside me that I’d ignored for years. Sawyer had allowed me to embrace who I was without judgement. How could I not…love…him?
It’s too soon, surely? What has it been six, seven weeks? You can’t fall in love with someone in that time, can you?
Without a clue how to answer that, I stripped Sawyer while I struggled to stop my hands from shaking. Think about it later.
That's a good idea, go with that.
Chapter Ten
Sawyer
There was something different about Boyd as he removed my clothes. Was he more confident? I wasn’t sure if it was that, but there was something remarkably different, I could sense it. It was like he’d finally accepted who he was and what we were doing.
The thought fled at the brush of his fingertips over my naked backside. When he’d talked about punishments, I understood why he felt I needed a spanking. Secretly, I wanted it, wanted him to show his authority, even if the idea of getting a spanking caused nerves to dance along my skin, making me want to fidget.
His hand lingered on my skin as he eyed the sofa, then the big window that overlooked his garden. His brow pinched before he looked back at me. “I think maybe we’d be better taking this upstairs.”
Without any further explanation, he took my hand and then, as if thinking better of it, he dropped it. About to complain, I was lifted off the floor.
“Wrap your legs around Daddy and hold on.”
The sexy rasp of his voice, and the show of strength, heated my blood and my body responded. The firm press of his rough palms to my naked arse as he walked through the house and up the stairs, did crazy things to my insides.
By the time we got to his bedroom, pre-cum was smeared over his scruffy work jumper. Boyd was hardly out of breath as he sat on the edge of his bed. He met my gaze and the intensity in his eyes left me breathless with desire. He helped me to stand without saying a word. My cock bounced and drew his attention. He traced a finger up the solid length until he reached the tip. His fingers slid over the slippery head and I groaned at how good it felt. At bath time, he often touched me, but somehow this felt more intense, with him showing me exactly how excited he was.
The air crackled with tension and made my skin buzz by the time he tugged me over his lap. He positioned me so that he could trap my erection between his spread thighs. I whimpered when he traced his fingertip down the crease of my arse.
“You’ve such beautiful pale skin, but I think it will look gorgeous when it’s red.” He sounded almost like he was talking to himself. There was no time to reply as I jerked forward at the first stinging slap.
The sound was more shocking than the heat of the spank, but I wailed anyway. “Ouchhhhh.”
“You can shout as loud as you like, Angel boy, but Daddy’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied you understand the importance of talking to me about your needs.” The next spank was hard
er than the first, and my eyes filled with tears as my arse cheek started to burn.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, I understand now, I do,” I cried out, but to no avail. Heat spread over my body as Boyd alternated between both my cheeks.
I lost count of how many times he spanked me, my cock jerking and rubbing against the soft material of his worn jeans. Tears slid down the sides of my hot face as I mewled and cried, lost to the pain and the desire that merged into one large ball of need. Tingling sensations started to tickle the base of my spine and I pushed back into the next spank, then thrust forward to gain much needed pressure on my cock.
The surging desire drove me back and forth, my body tightening as I felt my balls getting ready to release their load. As if Boyd read my intention, his hand lifted and he spread his thighs further apart, removing all pressure to my cock.
“Noooooo, why? Please, I was gonna come,” I complained in a teary voice.
Boyd’s hot palm rubbed over my tender backside, and he chuckled. “I know, but this is a punishment not a reward, remember?” His voice deepened. “But you were such a good boy for accepting your punishment, after I’ve bathed you, Daddy will give you a reward, like he promised.”
“It better be a good reward, Daddy,” I grumbled as I was lifted onto shaky legs.
He brought me into his body and held me gently. “It will be.”
His eyes were so full of…was it love? Oh god, please let it be that. I opened my heart, hoping he could see what I was coming to understand.
He continued to stare into my eyes for long seconds and, for a moment, I thought he might declare his feelings, then he kissed the tip of my nose and the moment was lost.
Warm fingers squeezed my tender arse. “Come on, let’s get in the shower, then I’ll put some cooling cream on your bottom.”
My heart leapt with joy at his concern for me as he led me into the bathroom. Once we were in the shower, my throbbing backside took the edge off my arousal, now my cock was not getting any attention. I rubbed at my bottom, hoping it would help ease the tenderness.
“I’ll do that. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
The husky demand was easy to obey, and hot water sluiced down my body as I placed my hands on the cool tiles.
“Spread your legs, Angel boy.”
Doing as he requested, a bubble of excitement built in my chest as his breath touched my arse cheeks. Oh fuck, oh fuck.
The chant continued as Boyd lapped lazily at my hot skin before he kissed the tender flesh as if he were kissing me better. My flagging arousal pulsed back to life at the tender treatment. Then his wet hands parted my arse cheeks and he blew on me. A shiver racked the whole of my body, and my hands struggled to remain in place on the tiled wall when his tongue licked a path down the crease of my arse to my quivering hole. At the first touch of his tongue pressing against me, adrenaline shot through my body and I jerked back, desperate for him not to stop. His warm chuckle brushed against me before he licked around the puckered skin, teasing me mercilessly. His whiskers tickled my heated flesh and added to my delight.
My hand slid off the tile and headed straight to my cock.
“No, Angel, no touching. Put your hand back,” he rasped before I’d got to my needy cock.
“Daddyyyyy, I want to touch,” I complained, my hand still hovering close to my dick.
“Who’s in charge here?”
The simple question got me to put my hand back on the wall, albeit reluctantly. “You are, Daddy,” I muttered, not sounding contrite at all.
“Oucchhhhhh.” The sound of the spank was loud in the shower, as was my squeal as it rang against the glass of the shower stall.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll stop what I’m doing. We can go back to how Daddy normally bathes you and later, instead of sharing a bed with Daddy, I can tuck you into your own bed.”
He sounded so utterly serious that I looked over my sagging shoulder. I met his serious expression and it pinched at my heart. “I’ll behave, Daddy, I promise, no matter how hard it is for me.” I gave him my best earnest expression, hoping that would help.
His lips twitched, and I could see he was struggling to hold onto his serious face and my heart felt lighter. “Face the wall, so Daddy can finish washing your bottom.”
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I twisted my head to face the wall and promptly exhaled in a noisy rush. There was the noise of a lid opening and a squirting sound before his mouth latched on to one cheek and he sucked hard at the flesh. I felt the tug all the way through my arse right to the tip of my leaking cock. My fingers curled against the wet tile in an effort to stop my hands from moving. The ache between my legs intensified as his lips travelled back to my pucker. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, alternating between lapping and pushing the tip against my hole.
About to scream in frustration, his hand moved from my hip bone and slid over my lower abdomen towards my cock. The air in the steamy shower seemed to disappear as he pushed the tip of his tongue past the tight rim of muscle in my arse and took hold of my cock, stroking firmly from base to tip. The noise I’d heard now made sense, as his lubed palm glided up my aching cock in time to the thrusts of his tongue deeper into my arse.
“I ohh…ohh…jeez…gods…oh bloody hell, more, Daddy. I swear I’ll be a good boy. Please let me come,” I cried, my whole body straining against the need to just let go.
The pace of his hand increased as I ground my arse against his face, needing something more. His tongue sank deeper inside me, stretching the ring of muscle until it burned so good my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Come for Daddy,” he growled as he pulled back and eased two lubed fingers into my channel. His fingers were tentative at first, then he found my prostate, and my hips got a mind of their own. I rocked forward mindlessly into Boyd’s firm grasp, and back onto his fingers.
“That’s it, Angel, fly for Daddy.”
“Awwwww fuckkkkk.” Cum jettisoned out of my body in hot spurts and hit the tiled wall in front of me as he pegged my prostate. I watched my cum slide down the tiles with the water. Pulse after pulse hit the tiles, as my body took over and my mind emptied of all the worry I’d had that Boyd might not find me sexually attractive. The water hitting my over sensitive flesh, combined with the feel of Boyd’s hands on my body, seemed to drag out my orgasm until I could barely stand.
My legs trembled with the effort to stay standing, then Boyd carefully removed his fingers from my arse and released my cock, tugging me down as he shifted so I could sit in his lap. Water poured over our heads and I blinked several times to focus my gaze on him.
He gave my lips a soft kiss. “You were beautiful, Angel boy,” he whispered against my mouth. His tongue licked at the seam of my lips and I could taste my own musky flavour. Whatever thought I’d had that I was knackered was disputed by my cock twitching as Boyd deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth and our tongues met in a heated caress. I swallowed his moans as his cock pushed up against my wet skin, sliding against my hip.
Expecting him to want more, I was surprised when he released my mouth and helped me stand, ignoring his own arousal while he slowly washed me. He gave himself a cursory wash before we left the shower and he spent time drying me.
I eyed his groin as he stood and rubbed the thick fluffy towel over his torso. “Daddy…” I trailed off when I looked up at his face. Restrained desire was there in the depths of his caramel eyes and in the strain of his tight features. It was a heady combination, especially when I realised, I’d put that look on his face.
“We need to have something to eat, then afterwards we’ll snuggle in bed. If you’re not too tired, then Daddy will see about letting you suck his cock.” His jaw bunched as he finished drying himself, barely touching his arousal as if it were too painful.
“Thank you, Daddy.” My pulse skipped excitedly at the thought of touching him. But at the reminder of what my reward was going to be, I struggled not to bounce on the spo
t. Oh, my giddy aunt, I was going to be sharing Boyd’s bed.
Then, as if Boyd’s prediction was coming true, a wave of tiredness washed over me, and I hid a yawn with the back of my hand and prayed the week’s manual labour wouldn’t spoil the evening.
Chapter Eleven
Boyd
A groan escaped from my parted lips as wet heat surrounded my painfully hard cock. My sleep addled brain was not quite awake enough to grasp if what was happening to me was real or a dream.
The feel of lips mouthing my cock felt real, and I prayed I’d get to come before I woke up. At the next firm suck to the head of my cock, small hands slid up my thighs, and over my rippling abdomen, until they reached my nipples.
“Fuck, shit, oh god, please, don’t stop,” I called out mindlessly when the mouth popped off my cock.
“I’m not going to stop but I thought you were trying to suffocate me, Daddy,” a muffled voice stated indignantly,
I blinked open my eyes and the dimly lit room came into focus. It was then I noticed my hands were pushing down on the duvet under which I could feel Sawyer’s head. Shit, not a dream. I groaned in distress at the thought of trying to suffocate Sawyer and pulled back the cover to reveal his flushed face hovering over my groin.
“I’m so sorry, Angel, I thought I was dreaming,” I said, sheepishly. As I’d predicted last night, Sawyer had crawled into bed and curled up next to me, falling asleep within seconds. Although he was used to working hard, manual labour was a different kettle of fish than standing and running around all day.
My head blanked as Sawyer’s nose became buried in the hair at the base of my cock, and he inhaled deeply.
“You smell so good,” he muttered before his tongue lapped at the hair then moved to slide up my cock. His small fingers barely touched as he clasped the base of my cock, and he rose up on his knees. I caught a glimpse of his own arousal as he sucked the head of my cock back into his mouth.
