“Do you want me to get the eggs?”
Daddy glanced over his shoulder. “Nah. We’ll have plenty in a minute and I don’t want you to miss out on the pie if you get too full.”
That was it then. Seth didn’t dare chance such a thing, so he picked up their drinks then followed Daddy to the living room. Once they’d gotten settled on the sofa, Daddy pointed to the plate of celery sticks.
“Help yourself, baby. Then tell me about your new cock cage.”
A bubble of laughter spilled out of Seth. He had to shake his head to himself. A couple sips of alcohol and already he was feeling the warmth a bit too much. Discussing the imprisonment of his cock while having wine before their Thanksgiving celebration struck him as surreal. Then again, almost everything that had happened to him since he’d met Daddy felt that way.
And he was glad. So far, stark reality hadn’t been too kind to him.
“That’s quite a grin, baby. Care to let me in on the fun?”
Seth took another sip of his wine to give him some extra courage. “I never thought I’d be talking with anyone about cock cages.” He chuckled. “Especially at a holiday celebration.”
Daddy placed his hand on Seth’s knee. “I’m sure there are many things you never thought you’d be doing. Remember, I told you your safeword is valid at any time—not only during sex.”
Seth covered Daddy’s hand with his own. “Oh, I know. Just an observation.”
Daddy tipped back his glass and finished off the rest of his wine. “Very good. Any other observations for me?” He said with a quirk of his brow.
“Well…you mentioned that maybe it was good if I noticed the cock cage on me.”
Daddy scooted closer to him until their thighs were pressed together. “Why do you suppose I like you wearing the cage, and why do you allow me to put it on you?”
“Um, well, when we first discussed it, it was a way to control my orgasms. Keep me from touching myself. But now, I’m thinking there’s more to it than that.”
“Go on.” Daddy winked then took a bite of celery.
“I might be wrong…”
Daddy was still chewing, so he shook his finger at Seth while shaking his head. Then he gestured for Seth to continue by twirling his index finger.
Seth cleared his throat and sucked in a deep breath. “All right. For me, it’s as if you’re with me all the time, holding me.” Seth’s cheeks heated. “I like it.”
Daddy nodded as he swallowed. “Excellent. I’m glad you’re responding to it that way. I wasn’t sure if you would or not. I considered that you might end up seeing it only as a form of discipline and nothing more. So, with that in mind—do you find the heavier, metal cage more pleasing? Or less?”
Seth wiggled on the sofa. Now that the subject had been brought up, it was all he could think about.
“More.”
Daddy grinned. “Then let’s continue using the new one.”
Seth sucked in a sharp breath as Daddy shoved a hand down the front of his pants, Daddy’s cold fingers surprising him as he fondled his balls. Seth arched his back, wincing as soon as his dick tried to harden within the confines of the metal prison. Daddy continued to tease him, questing behind his sac, searching for his entrance.
All thoughts of food, wine or anything else were banished as his Daddy played with him, kissing Seth deeply as he did. Soon, they were both writhing on the couch, and Seth wished Daddy would free him from the cage. The sound of a dinger went off in the kitchen. They broke the kiss, both of them out of breath.
“Ah!” Daddy smiled wide. “The turkey’s ready.” He quickly pressed his lips to Seth’s then rose from the couch. He rubbed his palms together. “At least I hope it is. I’m starving.” Daddy held out his hand. “Come on. Daddy needs to feed his precious boy.”
Seth accepted his offering and laughed as he was pulled into Daddy’s arms. Daddy grabbed his butt cheeks and gave them a hearty squeeze. Seth moaned, his cock leaking, the metal device driving him crazy.
Daddy swept his tongue through Seth’s mouth once more before releasing his hold on Seth’s ass. “It’s better when you feel it, isn’t it baby? Makes you want so much more, keeps your attention on us and how I control you. How I have you in hand.”
Seth’s breath hitched. “Oh yes, Daddy. So much.”
Daddy leaned in and captured Seth’s bottom lip between his teeth then scraped them across the sensitive flesh before letting go. “Mmm, good. In the meantime, let’s enjoy this special occasion together.” Daddy gazed at him through wistful eyes. He stroked the side of Seth’s face, brushing his hair back as he did. “One of many to come.”
Seth was counting on it.
* * * *
Malcolm leaned back in the dining room chair and dropped his napkin on the table next to his almost empty plate. The meal had been fantastic, but he was ready to burst. As it was, any thoughts of pie would have to be put aside for at least a few hours. Seth was busy scooping up the last bits of potatoes, stuffing and gravy on his plate and Malcolm was content to observe.
The day so far had been as perfect as he could’ve hoped for. Even the week leading up to the festivities had held their own magic. In an effort to make Seth’s first Thanksgiving extra special after the bitterness of his old life, Malcolm had come up with a few fun ideas. Part of Malcolm’s plan had been to purchase items such as burgundy colored linen napkins with pewter rings, and a new set of fine china to use for celebrations.
While they’d gone shopping for the other staples they’d needed for the meal, Malcolm had surprised Seth by adding the housewares to the list. His boy’s excitement had been worth every minute of it. Even though Seth had protested it was too much, Malcolm had seen the truth in his eyes when he’d been asked his opinion on which designs he preferred. And honestly, Malcolm hadn’t cared about any such niceties since Everett had passed. When he’d celebrated holidays, it’d typically been in other people’s homes.
Or at Woody’s.
Malcolm chuckled to himself. He imagined Larry was probably thinking he’d been abducted by aliens. He’d never again set foot in his old haunt since the night he’d met Seth there.
“Daddy? Can I have another slice of turkey, please?”
Seth could pack it away, but Malcolm didn’t want to discourage him from eating. Seth was plenty active and when they’d first met, he’d been a bit underweight for a man of his build. Malcolm was sure it had been due to a lack of funds. In addition, being only twenty-three meant Seth could get away with eating a lot more than he himself could.
“Yes, baby.” Malcolm reached over his plate, then grabbed the fork off the platter with the meat he’d carved earlier. He plucked a piece of breast, which Seth had told him was his favorite, and indicated for him to hold up his dish.
“Gravy? And if you say no, I’ll be worried about you.”
Seth laughed, one of Malcolm’s favorite sounds in the world.
“I wouldn’t dare have it without gravy.”
“Good boy.” Malcolm poured the liquid over the slice, then set the container down. “I’m going to sit back and relax while you finish up.” Malcolm patted his stomach. “I think we did an excellent job at preparing this fine meal.”
Seth ate a couple bites, seemingly lost in thought as he chewed away. “Daddy? Do you think someday we could invite people over for a nice dinner? Especially now that you bought all these beautiful things. Nate and Tina for sure. I still feel bad about them coming here before and me messing everything up.”
“Nothing was messed up. That’s the sort of thing you let your Daddy worry about. If there was an issue, it would be up to me to decide how it should be handled. Fortunately, though, there wasn’t a problem.”
Seth nodded. “I’m still figuring all this out.”
“Which is to be expected.” Malcolm leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table, folding his hands underneath his chin. He couldn’t help but notice the slight widening of Seth’s eyes. “What?”
/> Seth laid down his knife and fork. “It’s nothing, really. Just one of those leftover things from my father and how he raised me.”
“Bet I can guess. I committed the horrible crime of putting my elbows on the table.”
Seth chuckled. “Yeah.” His smile fell. “It’s odd. My stomach tightened and I had a flash of fear that you’d be in trouble and I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
Hardly a day went by when Malcolm didn’t want to drive up to Idaho and kick Seth’s father’s ass all over the state and back. Which reminds me. Malcolm made a mental note to check in with Tina to see if there’d been any progress on the investigation. She had a detective friend in Boise and had explained the whole story to him. He’d promised to contact the Twin Falls authorities and let her know what they said.
“I’m sorry that happened, baby. But we’re working on it, right? This week I’ll be sure to call the therapists from the list Pastor Callum gave me, see if we can’t set up an appointment soon.”
Seth nodded, but he set down his fork, having seemingly lost interest in his food. Malcolm pushed back his chair then went to Seth. He kneeled on the floor next to him, leaning on the arm of the mahogany chair.
“What do you need from me right now, sweetheart? I’ll do anything. I can hold you all night, run you a bath, give you a massage—or all of those things.” Malcolm rubbed Seth’s knee. “Let Daddy make it better.”
“You’re the best person in the whole world,” Seth whispered. He covered Malcolm’s hand with his own. “I think…I think I’d rather stay out here, keep having our Thanksgiving Day.”
“It’s our day no matter what, baby. We can make it whatever we want. Don’t feel as if you have to experience it a certain way.”
Seth nodded again, giving Malcolm’s hand a squeeze. “Yeah, you’re right. However, I think it would make me feel better to do what we’d already planned.” Seth regarded him. “It’s a way for me to fight back, to not give in to how his anger scarred me.”
“You’re very brave.” Malcolm reached up to stroke Seth’s cheek. “But remember, there’s no shame if you change your mind.”
Seth offered him a soft smile. “I haven’t had your famous pie yet. I can’t miss that.”
Malcolm laughed. “You’re so right.”
The ringtone of Malcolm’s cell interrupted the moment. The winery was closed, but he hadn’t spoken to his folks yet, so he decided to check to see who it was. He rose then went to the kitchen where he’d left his phone. Sure enough, the screen showed it was his parent’s number.
“Hello.”
“Hi honey. I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time?”
Malcolm’s heart lightened at the sound of his mom’s voice. “Not at all. We were just finishing up dinner.”
“Have you put the turkey away yet? You know you can’t leave it out too long or it’ll go bad. How long has it been out already?”
Malcolm rubbed his forehead. Everett used to always joke that Malcolm had learned his evil Daddy ways from his mother. “It’s fine, Mom. I promise I won’t leave it on the counter to spoil.”
“Okay. But I can call back if you want to go take care of the food first. You don’t want to get sick or get your new boyfriend sick, either.”
His parents had zero clue about his lifestyle. ‘Boyfriend’ had seemed the safest route to go for the time being. “I swear, Mom. No one will get sick.”
“All right, all right. I can tell you’re not going to budge. So,” she sighed. “How are you two settling in together? You know, I’m so relieved you’ve finally found someone you’re serious about.”
“Everything’s going great. He’s a wonderful man and we couldn’t be happier.”
“Are you still friends with Nate?”
Malcolm frowned. “Uh, yes. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Has he met your boyfriend?”
His mom meant well, but damn, she was nosy. “He has. As a matter of fact, he was the one encouraging me to give Seth a chance.”
“That’s very encouraging. Approval from close friends can be an excellent way to make sure you don’t just have stars in your eyes about someone. This makes me so happy. When do you suppose we can meet him?”
Malcolm cleared his throat. His parents knew very little of Seth’s background and situation. Seth didn’t need that added pressure, and in truth, neither did he. His mom would want to swoop in and make it all better, which would probably freak him out more than anything. Seth was already concerned enough over whether they would accept him or not.
“Mom, things are very busy right now. I can’t really travel. And I think Seth needs to feel more at home here before we have guests.”
She huffed, “I’m not a guest. I’m your mother.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Don’t smart mouth me.”
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Mom, he wants to make a good impression. He’s a very sensitive guy and meeting you and Dad means a lot to him.”
“Aw, what a sweetheart. Okay, I’ll shut up about it. For now.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Can I at least wish him a Happy Thanksgiving? That shouldn’t be too much pressure. Just a hello, that’s it. I won’t ask him a bunch of questions, I promise.”
The woman was relentless. “Hold on, let me ask him. But Mom, remember what I said. He’s a gentle soul.”
She huffed even louder. “My God, Malcolm. You act like I’m a bitch.”
“Mom!” Malcolm gritted his teeth then sucked in a deep breath before speaking again. “You know that’s the farthest thing from the truth. It’s nothing to do with you. He hasn’t had an easy time of it, that’s all.”
“Okay, honey. I can tell there’s a story there, and no, I won’t pester him or you to tell me. When you’re ready.” She sighed. “Poor thing. I hope you’re taking good care of him.”
“Give me strength,” Malcolm muttered under his breath. “Yes, Mom. I’m taking good care of him.”
“Well? Go get him so I can say hello.”
Malcolm sensed a headache coming his way. “All right. Hold on.”
He left his phone on the counter so he could speak to Seth without him feeling compelled to have to talk to his mom if he didn’t want to.
Malcolm strolled into the dining room. “Hey, baby. That’s my Mom on the phone, and she’d love to say hello.”
Seth’s jaw went slack. “She does?”
“You don’t have to sweetheart.”
Seth drew his eyebrows together, gazing down as he appeared to contemplate the situation. He looked up and his handwringing didn’t escape Malcolm’s attention.
“I kind of want to.”
Malcolm kept his expression impassive. He didn’t want to influence Seth’s decision one or the other. “Kind of? I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Well, I’m super nervous because I really want her to like me, and I’m worried I’ll say something stupid. But I’m also excited because your mom is interested in talking to me.” He inclined his head. “It’s still so strange to me. You know, that your mom and dad don’t mind that you have a boyfriend you’re living with.”
“Someday, it won’t seem strange at all.” Malcolm grinned. “Won’t that be a marvelous thing?”
Seth grinned back. “Yeah. It will.” He wiped his palms on his sweats, then rose from the table. “Okay, I’ll say hello.”
Malcolm jerked his head toward the kitchen. “I left my phone on the counter. Would you rather I stay in here?”
Seth shook his head vigorously. “No. I need you there in case I start stumbling over my words. Then you can rescue me.”
Malcolm slipped his arm around Seth’s waist. “I’ll always rescue you, baby.”
Seth’s features brightened, a smile tugging at his lips. “I know you will, Daddy.”
Chapter Three
Talking to Daddy’s mom had been terrifying, but he was so glad he’d decided to take the chance. While the concept of a parent
not only accepting—but embracing—their child’s same sex partner still seemed too fantastic to believe, Daddy’s parents made it all a bit more real. They’d barely spoken more than a few minutes, but Daddy’s mom had been so nice to him—a total stranger.
He could see where Daddy got it from.
The ending credits were rolling on Home Alone and Daddy was snoring softly. He was sitting on the den sofa with his legs splayed out and his head tipped back. One arm was draped over Seth, who was lying with his head in Daddy’s lap, and the other was draped across the back of the couch. Daddy had barely made it through half the movie before he’d fallen asleep. Seth had stayed very still so he wouldn’t disturb him.
But the movie was over, and he had to pee. Seth moved as carefully as he could, but with a loud snort, Daddy jerked up his head, blinking rapidly.
“Oh, damn. Sorry, baby.” Daddy ran his fingers through Seth’s hair as he yawned. “Didn’t mean to pass out on you like that.”
“That’s okay. It’s nice to get a chance to relax after all that cooking.” Seth chuckled. “And eating.”
Daddy patted his belly. “Way too much eating.” He stroked his thumb over Seth’s shoulder. “But damn, it was tasty.”
Seth sat up so he could lean against Daddy for a minute. He didn’t want to jump up and leave the room right after Daddy had just woken up.
“Do you want me to get you a piece of pie now?”
Seth had enjoyed a big piece with ice cream at the beginning of the film, but Daddy had begged off.
Daddy rubbed his eye with one knuckle. “God, no.” He stretched his arms above his head then gave himself a shake. “But I do feel pretty rested after that nap.” He glanced sideways at Seth. “Very rested.”
Seth had started being able to figure out when Daddy was in the mood. Since Seth was always in the mood, that half of the equation wasn’t an issue.
“What do you want, Daddy?”
Daddy ran his gaze over Seth in the way that made him feel owned, as if he were more special than anyone alive.
“My precious boy, of course.” Daddy reached under the hem of Seth’s tee and stroked his belly. “But I’d also love to give you some cock-sucking lessons, like we’d discussed.”
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