Disciplinary Action

by Onley James

  The low timbre of Gideon’s voice sent goosebumps along Cal’s whole body. He gave Gideon a wide-eyed look. “I just wanted to have things ready for when you got home.”

  Gideon looked at the paddle, the lube, and the blue silicone plug on the bed before glancing down at Cal. “How could I refuse such a tempting offer?” he asked, slanting his lips over Cal’s, his tongue probing his mouth until Cal moaned. “I don’t know if I want to use this paddle, though. It’s more than you’re used to.”

  Gideon slapped the wooden paddle against his hand, and Cal’s cock twitched at the sound of wood meeting skin. It was heavier than anything Gideon had used on him in the past. That’s why Cal wanted it. Gideon usually used his hand, but he’d spanked him once with a belt and another time with a flogger. The paddle had heft. It would leave a mark, and Cal needed Gideon’s mark.

  Gideon hauled him to his feet with just the chain, biting at his lips and jaw, his cheek, before spinning Cal away from him to face the mirror.

  “Bend over.”

  Cal leaned forward, hands on the mattress. Gideon rubbed his clothed cock against Cal’s bare ass, then placed a hand on his shoulder blades, forcing his chest to the mattress.

  “Open your legs,” Gideon murmured, rubbing his palm over Cal’s ass and thighs.

  Cal did as he was told, feeling dirty in the best possible way. He wished he could see it, could watch the way Gideon played with him. Maybe someday.

  “That’s it. So pretty. Such a good little whore for Daddy.” He teased a finger over Cal’s hole. He canted his hips back, hoping for more contact, but Gideon removed his hand. “Color?”

  “Green, Daddy. So green,” Cal swore.

  “Red and we stop. Don’t be a martyr or you’ll make me mad. Got it?” Gideon asked.

  “Yes, Daddy,” Cal promised.

  The first blow from the paddle left a trail of fire in its wake, stealing the breath from Cal’s lungs. Gideon’s hand rubbed over Cal’s abused flesh. “Your skin always turns the prettiest shade of pink,” Gideon observed casually before swinging the paddle again.

  Cal cried out, his hands clenching into fists as pain seared his skin and the endorphins hardened his nipples, his cock throbbing. Gideon’s fingers trailed over Cal’s thighs. “Does it hurt, baby?”

  Cal nodded against the mattress. “Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered.

  Gideon blanketed himself across Cal’s back, gripping his hair and craning his head back to look at him. “You like hurting for Daddy. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I love it.”

  “I love to hear you cry. You’re so pretty when you cry. So good at hurting for me,” Gideon praised, kissing his way down Cal’s spine before disappearing.

  The next blow caught him off guard, bringing him up onto his tiptoes, tears springing to his eyes. “Ow,” he whined.

  Gideon grunted, once more rubbing his clothed cock against Cal’s ass. Gideon was rock hard behind his zipper. Cal did that. He’d made Gideon hard. He loved it, loved that Cal was so willing to hurt for him, to beg for it. Gideon stepped back, and two more blows landed across Cal’s ass and thighs, his body flinching away from the final blow. He couldn’t help it. It was instinct. His body overriding his hormones. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he could already feel his thoughts growing hazy, his brain taking him to that euphoric place where everything was electric.

  Cal moaned at the perfect pleasure/pain sensation as Gideon’s lips grazed the raised welts on his ass and thighs. He then pulled him apart and dipped his tongue to taste him. It was perfect, so perfect, Gideon’s soft tongue teasing at his entrance, his strong hands gripping Cal’s wounded ass until it was almost as painful as the paddle itself.

  Cal let go, just let himself get lost in the sensation, rocking himself back on Gideon’s tongue, his hands fisting the comforter beneath him. “Daddy…”

  Gideon ignored his whisper, fucking his tongue against Cal’s hole as he stretched him impossibly wide. Cal’s eyes rolled as three slick fingers replaced Gideon’s mouth, thrusting inside. He cried out at the unexpected invasion, toes curling and fingers spasming against the pillow. “Fuck. Ow. Ow.”

  “Color?” Gideon growled.

  “Green,” Cal cried. It would always be green. He loved the burning feeling, the feeling of fullness, the way Gideon knew just how much Cal could take. He wanted to hurt for Gideon. He would bleed for him if he wanted. He fucked himself on Gideon’s fingers to prove it wasn’t too much, to prove he was Gideon’s good boy.

  Gideon’s knuckles brushed Cal’s prostate, and he moaned like a whore. He wanted to come so bad, he needed it, but Gideon wasn’t anywhere near Cal’s hard and leaking cock. “Daddy,” Cal whined. “I need…”

  Gideon chuckled. “You need what, dirty boy?”

  “I need to come. Please. Fuck me. Breed me. Fill me up and then let me come.”

  “Are you giving me orders, naughty boy?” Gideon asked, his fingers slipping free.

  “No!” Cal swore. “No, Daddy. I’m asking. Begging. Please, fuck me. Please.”

  Cal shivered as he heard the zipper to Gideon’s pants give way. Just the zipper. He was going to fuck Cal fully clothed. Cal wanted to see what they looked like in the mirror. He loved watching Gideon fuck him, but all he could do was lie there as he listened to the sound of the lube bottle opening and the squelching sound of Gideon slicking up his cock before wiping his hand across Cal’s hole.

  Cal bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave teeth marks as Gideon buried himself in one thrust, hands gripping Cal’s hips with enough force to leave bruises. He didn’t give Cal time to adjust to his invasion, pulling almost all the way out before driving into him so hard he nearly knocked Cal off balance. Gideon gripped the chain Cal had attached to the collar, pulling him up onto his hands. He’d almost forgotten he wore it, but now, Gideon used it to hold Cal in place so he could take every inch of Gideon’s brutal fucking.

  “You look so good like this,” Gideon growled. “You were meant to be on your hands and knees for me, my cock buried in your tight little ass, filling you up with my cum. You love when Daddy fills you up, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” Cal managed, even as the collar threatened to steal his breath. “I love it. I love you. Fuck. Fuck.”

  “Yeah, Daddy’s perfect boy. Just begging for it, begging me to breed your slutty hole like a good little cumslut.”

  Cal might come just from Gideon’s words alone. He loved every dirty fucking word that fell from his lips. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I want it. I need it so bad. Breed me. Fill me up. Oh, God.”

  Cal sank his teeth into his arm as Gideon drove his cock impossibly deep, pounding him until Cal wasn’t sure he could even stay on his knees. Then Gideon was on top of him, driving his hips into the mattress, his mouth against Cal’s ear. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to give you what you need,” he growled, biting down on the back of Cal’s neck just below the collar, like a wolf breeding his bitch. Then his thrusts fell out of rhythm, and he made an almost feral sound as he came, filling Cal up.

  Cal’s heart slammed as he lay beneath the heavy weight of Gideon’s frame. Even though he was still hard and leaking, feeling Gideon on top of him was like having a living, breathing weighted blanket. He smiled, sighing wistfully. Would he be able to see the proof of Gideon’s rough treatment in the mirror later? Would there be welts or bruises? Teeth marks on the back of his neck? He sucked in a breath as Gideon pulled free of him, but then the plug was there, pushing slowly forward, spreading him impossibly wide until it slipped home.

  Cal didn’t protest when Gideon removed the collar and set it beside the bed. He rolled over to find Gideon looking down at him with a soft expression. “Hi,” he said with a gentle smile.

  Cal blushed, burying his face against Gideon’s chest. “Hi, Daddy.”

  “Well, that was unexpected,” Gideon said with a laugh.

  Cal peeked up at him. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

  G
ideon kissed Cal’s forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, before dropping a kiss on his lips. “That was very nice indeed.” Before Cal could say anything, Gideon rolled off the bed, removing his clothes and dropping them in the hamper before throwing on a pair of soft navy pajama pants and padding barefoot into the kitchen. “Where’s Alexa?”

  “I asked Richard to hang out with her for a few hours,” Cal said, biting off a moan as the plug shifted within him.

  “Good idea,” Gideon said, pulling his dinner from the fridge and popping it into the microwave.

  Cal frowned. Had Gideon really forgotten about him? He watched as Gideon grabbed his chopsticks and wandered back to the bed, making idle conversation as he ate his vegetable pad Thai like they hadn’t just boned like porn stars, occasionally offering Cal a bit. He tried not to sulk, but he was feeling real sulky. What the hell?

  By the time Gideon finished eating and returned to bed, a storm was brewing inside Cal. Maybe he’d done something wrong. Maybe Cal had this whole situation all wrong. He replayed the whole thing in his mind. Gideon had seemed on board the whole time. It was just as amazing as every other time, except, it seemed like Gideon had forgotten about Cal’s needs. Gideon had never done that before. Could this be about losing his scholarship? Was Gideon disappointed in Cal? Disgusted? Losing interest? Could this be over already?

  “Do you really love me?” Cal blurted, hating how desperate he sounded.

  Gideon frowned, looking up from where he now scrolled on his tablet. He set the device down and cupped Cal’s cheek as he looked down at him. “Yes, I really love you, silly boy.”

  Cal shifted his gaze to the ceiling. “Even if all I ever am is your boy?”

  Silence stretched, and Cal could feel his whole body flush with embarrassment.

  “Look at me,” Gideon commanded.

  Cal reluctantly dragged his gaze to Gideon’s.

  “You will never be just my boy. You will never be just anything. You are one of the smartest people I know. You are a whole person just as you are, with or without me. You will go to school and get an education, and you will be a star no matter who or what you decide to become. But, no matter what, you’ll be my boy for as long as you wish.”

  “Forever?” Cal asked.

  Gideon smiled, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “If forever is what you want.”

  Cal bit his lip before asking, “Do you think you could love me forever?”

  “Sometimes, it seems as if I have and just didn’t know it,” Gideon said as if confiding a secret.

  Cal’s heart swelled in his chest until it was painful. “You’re weirdly romantic for a guy who called me a cumslut thirty minutes ago,” Cal joked, trying to lighten the mood.

  Gideon’s look turned from sweet to hungry in a moment. “The fact that you crave my cum is one of the many reasons I love you,” Gideon rumbled. “I love it when you beg me to fuck you, to fill you up.”

  Cal’s flagging erection rebounded fast enough to make him dizzy. He whimpered. “Daddy…”

  “What’s wrong, sweet boy?” he asked, clearly knowing exactly what was wrong as his hand dipped below the covers to circle Cal’s cock, jerking him loosely.

  “I need to come,” Cal pleaded.

  Gideon gave him a maddening grin. “Oh, but you’re not allowed, remember? You came without my permission the other day. That means you don’t get to come again until I say.”

  “You let me come yesterday,” Cal reminded, his hips desperately pumping into Gideon’s fist, the plug inside him only adding to his frustration as it was just enough to make him hard but not enough to get him off.

  “Yesterday was an exception. You were upset.”

  “I’m upset now,” Cal whined. “Please. Please, Daddy. I’ve been good,” Cal said. “Wasn’t I good for you tonight?”

  Gideon stroked him faster, and Cal gave another throaty moan. “You were so good for me, baby. So good. But Daddy makes the rules. If I make an exception now, you won’t have any incentive to follow my rules later.”

  Gideon’s hand disappeared.

  “I will, though. I promise. I swear, Daddy. Please,” Cal begged, his hips humping the air before pressing himself back into the mattress. If he moved just right, the plug pressed against his prostate, sending sparks along his insides. Could he come just from that alone?

  “I said no,” Gideon said sternly.

  Cal sucked his teeth, glowering at Gideon, knowing he was pouting but unable to stop himself. Cal thought about just going into the bathroom and getting himself off. Would Gideon even know? Probably. It was like he could smell it on Cal. “You’re mean.”

  Gideon pressed on the plug, driving it deeper, putting it just where Cal needed it. “You haven’t even begun to see mean,” Gideon said. “If you are a good boy and go to sleep right now, I might let you come before school tomorrow. But if you keep giving me lip, I’ll make sure you don’t come again for a month. Understand?”

  Cal gawked at him. “I—” Gideon arched a brow. Cal sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good boy,” Gideon said with a chuckle. “Now, tell me you love me.”

  Cal’s agitation melted away as he gazed at Gideon. “I love you, Daddy.”

  Gideon pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you too, little bird.”

  Gideon woke to find the sun in his eyes and his bed empty. His bed was never empty. If he was lucky, he woke to Cal snuggled against him, but most mornings, he woke to find Cal snuggled against Alexa and Alexa snoring in Gideon’s face, her sharp doggie claws poking at his ribs. But today, he woke to nothing. No Callum. No Alexa. They were gone.

  Gideon fumbled for his glasses as he lurched from the bed, the sun temporarily blinding him. “Callum? Alexa?”

  Nothing. Only silence—a piercing silence that made his ears ring to the point of madness. Maybe Cal had left for school early and left Alexa with the front desk? But why? How? There’s no way Gideon wouldn’t have heard him. He went to the closet and yanked the doors open hard enough to rattle the hinges, stumbling back when he saw Cal’s belongings in his side of the closet were gone, replaced by Gideon’s things.

  Gideon raced through the loft looking for any trace of Callum. His meds were gone, his testing kit, his backpack. Those stupid goldfish crackers he insisted on having and the dragon fruit he loved that cost Cal a fortune. All gone. Alexa’s things were gone, too. Her outlandishly expensive dog food, her dog bed, the stupid little doggie pajamas Cal had insisted she needed. There was nothing.

  Gideon raced downstairs to the front desk where a day shift clerk he’d never seen before sat staring straight ahead at ten screens filled with nothing but digital snow. “Have you seen Callum or Alexa?”

  The man turned dull eyes towards him. “Who?”

  Gideon made a noise of frustration, heading towards the parking garage. Cal said he’d slept there those nights he was homeless. He slept on the concrete floor of the parking garage just to be closer to Gideon. Gideon’s heart felt like it was fracturing into a million pieces. What was happening here? His pulse raced, his chest painfully tight, his body coated in sweat as he ran frantically through the parking garage in nothing but his navy blue sleep pants.

  But he wasn’t there either.

  He wasn’t anywhere. He wasn’t gone. He wasn’t missing. Cal hadn’t just left. Somebody had erased him from Gideon’s life, sanitized the boy’s existence from his home, like he was in some kind of spy thriller where the lead finds his entire life has been an elaborate lie.

  He pushed open the door from the garage to the building, determined to make the front desk man talk, but the ground floor of the building wasn’t on the other side of the door. He was on the roof of his building, which seemed to tower over all the other buildings in the city. Another impossible feat given that Gideon’s building only had six floors. But that wasn’t the only impossible thing happening on the roof.

  “Grant?” Gideon whispered.

  His husband stood at the ledge, looking as crisp and
somber as Gideon remembered, dressed in gray slacks and a pale blue sweater. He turned and smiled at Gideon, the wind catching his silver hair, blowing it off his face. It couldn’t be.

  “Leo,” he said in that cold, almost condescending manner he had, like Gideon couldn’t survive without him and it was adorable that he even tried. It was the tone that always set Gideon’s teeth on edge, that made him feel weak and ashamed.

  “Gideon?”

  It wasn’t Grant who spoke but Callum, now standing on the ledge in his uniform, tipping precariously backwards. The only thing keeping him from slipping into the abyss was Grant’s hand fisted in Cal’s uniform shirt.

  Gideon stumbled forward. “Please, don’t.”

  Grant gave him a mean smile. “Did you really think you deserved him?”

  “Grant… I—”

  But it was too late. Grant let go. Gideon raced to the edge, but Cal was long gone. Gideon was too late.

  “No!” He sat up with a shout, breathing heavy, blinking in the darkness.

  Alexa grumbled, slipping off the end of the mattress to go sulk in her dog bed. Cal didn’t sit up, but he reached back behind him. “Gideon? You’re all sweaty.”

  Gideon couldn’t speak, still reeling from a nightmare world where Callum no longer existed because Grant had risen from the grave to snatch him away from Gideon, to make sure Gideon couldn’t wake up to Cal beside him every morning.

  He laid back down, dragging Cal closer, curling his whole body around him, so he could bury his face in Cal’s scent, his lips dragging kisses across his neck and jaw. But it wasn’t enough. He just couldn’t seem to get close enough.

  “Gideon, you’re freaking me out,” Cal whispered as he pressed his ass back against Gideon’s erection.

  Gideon could think of nothing else to say except, “I lost you. I couldn’t find you. You were just gone…”

  Cal turned in his arms to face him, his thumb tracing Gideon’s cheek like he’d done to Cal countless times before. “You didn’t lose me. It was just a bad dream. I’m right here.”

  Gideon said nothing, just captured Cal’s lips in a kiss, rolling him onto his back, letting his weight blanket him. Gideon needed all of him, needed to be enveloped by him. He always tried to keep his wits about him, tried to make sex about control, an exchange of power, release. But Gideon didn’t care about any of that right now. He reached between their bodies, pressing against the plug still inside Cal from their earlier play. He didn’t ask for permission; they were long past that. He just gently slipped the toy free, tossed it aside, and pushed his pajama pants to his thighs before burying himself in Cal’s body in one thrust.