Jereme swallowed thickly. “And if it’s not far?”
“Won’t know ‘til we try, will we?” Anson asked before smacking his other cheek.
Jereme felt his daddy’s weight leave the bed. He looked over his shoulder and watched as Anson looked over a collection of things on his dresser. Along the top, Jereme spied a couple of butt plugs, a large dildo, and some other items he couldn’t determine from his perspective. His daddy picked a couple of things along with a large bottle of lube and returned to the bed.
“First off, I think we need to get you good and relaxed,” Anson said, showing off one of the smaller plugs. “You’re a bit too anxious.”
Jereme closed his eyes and pushed his rear higher in the air. “You made me anxious, Daddy.”
Anson slapped his ass. “Keep it up and I’ll add a gag.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“For that sweet little mouth, I most certainly would.” Anson knelt behind Jereme. “Though, there’s something I like in there much better than a gag.”
“You’ve made me gag with that, too.”
Anson chuckled before sliding a cool, wet hand between Jereme’s cheeks. He coated Jereme well, massaging it over the tight bud and just inside the hole. Jereme rested his forehead on the mattress and closed his eyes, focusing on his daddy’s touch. A moan bubbled up his throat as two thick fingers slid inside him.
But they were soon gone. And then replaced by the smaller plug.
“Oh, that was too easy, I think,” Anson said. “You need a challenge.” He pulled the plug from Jereme before lifting a larger one. “This might do better.”
A second later, he felt the head of the thicker plug pushing against his asshole. Anson pushed… and Jereme reared back against the toy. His hole stretched to accommodate the fat plug, and he groaned at the slice of pain the entry caused. Pain that soon blossomed into pure pleasure. “Oh yeah, Daddy.”
“You like that, do you?” Anson asked, his voice raw with need. He scrambled up to the head of the bed, crawling between Jereme’s bound hands, and knelt. “Show me how happy you are, baby.”
Jereme took Anson’s hard cock between his lips and as far down as he could. His daddy’s hand slid through his hair, capturing his head and holding him still. Anson fucked Jereme’s mouth a few times, gagging him on the final thrust.
“What a sweet mouth you have, baby,” Anson whispered before fucking Jereme’s mouth again. “Your bright red lips stretched around my cock look so pretty.”
Jereme moaned against the cock in his mouth. He closed his eyes, letting Anson use him. Pulling against the bounds… his ass tightening around the fat plug in his ass… and then the ever-present cage locking his aching shaft away… and now his daddy’s dick between his lips… it was all overwhelmingly hot. He writhed in his bonds, loving how frenzied he felt—yet controlled, too. Jereme was a ball of fire, restrained into one tiny space where he burned brightly.
The fire incited by Anson, his ever-faithful keeper.
Jereme moaned as he tasted a few drops of Anson’s seed on his tongue, but soon lost the sensation. Anson ripped his cock from Jereme’s mouth, shaking his head. “I’m coming in that sweet ass… not your mouth, baby.”
He thrashed in his leather and metal prison, needing to come more than he’d ever needed it in his life. “Daddy, please.”
Anson stroked his shaft and looked down at Jereme. “What do you need, baby?”
“I need you… inside me.”
His daddy gave him a kiss. “You’ve been such a good boy tonight… I won’t make you wait any longer… than I have to.”
Jereme groaned as Anson climbed out of the bed. He watched over his shoulder as Anson took a flogger from the dresser and tested it out in his palm. The snap of the leather against flesh made him jerk in his cuffs, his body moving like liquid over the bed.
Anson tested it again—this time against Jereme’s ass with a barely gentle strike. There was a hint of sting to the blow, but not enough to cause true pain. The next was harder… and caused him to gasp lightly. But the next took his breath away, as did the volley that came after it. Heat radiated off his ass by the time his daddy had finished the series, Jereme’s cries filling the room.
“That’s so pretty,” Anson remarked before dropping kisses on the tormented bottom.
Jereme winced a little, the feeling of Anson’s stubbled cheek almost too much after his spanking. His skin was ultrasensitive from the abuse… yet he was more than ready for another strike or two.
“Daddddddy…”
Anson swatted Jereme’s ass with his bare hand. “You’ve still got a little ways to go, baby… we can go farther.”
The spanking continued until Jereme was breathless and gasping for air. His body began to shake, and he considered crying out his safe word, not sure he could take much more.
Anson dropped the flogger to the floor before climbing back onto the bed. He drew the plug out and swiftly replaced it with his own hard cock. Jereme cried out, pushing back against his daddy. They came together hard and fast, their frenzied mating animalistic. Jereme felt the brush of Anson’s head against his prostate and angled his hips up to get the best sensation.
It only took a handful of strokes to push him over the edge. He screamed his pleasure, his cum leaking from the cage as his body tightened under Anson. When the moment passed, he collapsed onto the mattress, spent.
Where the tears came from, he didn’t know.
Anson withdrew from him still hard. Jereme groaned… feeling cheated. His daddy removed the bonds on his ankles first… before removing the shoes as well. Then he freed Jereme’s wrists and kissed the places where the cuffs had been.
He held Jereme in his arms and ran a soothing hand all over. “You’re okay, baby… I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
He kept whispering those words and others, helping to bring Jereme back down from his high. Anson nearly lulled him to sleep, but he stretched, feeling the tightness in his bottom. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure where that came from.”
“It’s not that unusual. I pushed you well past the point you’re used to… it can be overwhelming to feel that kind of pleasure.”
Jereme smiled up at Anson. “It was an amazing orgasm.” He rolled over onto his belly. “But you never had a chance to come.”
“Tonight wasn’t about me, baby.”
Jereme rose up on his knees and straddled Anson. “How can we truly celebrate our first night together unless we both find pleasure?”
He reached below him and grasped the root of Anson’s still hard cock. Lowering himself on it, he sighed with pleasure. In contrast to just earlier, they fucked slow and steady, letting it build. Time ceased to exist, it was just a daddy and his boy, leisurely enjoying one another’s body. He laced the fingers of one hand through Anson’s, holding tight as he rode his daddy’s big cock.
Anson let him lead the tempo… until he didn’t.
His daddy flipped them and pinned Jereme to the mattress—and he quickened their pace toward absolution. Their screams of release filled the room.
Which happened again and again over the course of the weekend… and on throughout the years that followed.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later…
Jereme lounged over the bed, reading. A fire roared in the bedroom’s fireplace, warming the room. The light from the embers danced off the walls, adding life to the space. He moved his hand over his long hair before moving it to his hip. The silk of his long nightgown slid down and puddled slightly on the bed. Below, he heard the front door open and close, and then footsteps up toward the room. He continued reading, but his body was already laser focused on the man entering their bedroom.
“Sorry I’m late, baby.” Anson pulled off his tie and tossed it on his clothes valet. After kicking off his shoes, he slid into bed, behind Jereme and wrapped his arms tightly around his boy. “What’cha reading?”
“An essay from one of my students. He posits that homose
xuality in ancient times didn’t exist and that it’s the gay agenda that we’re trying to legitimize ourselves by claiming it has always existed.”
“Does he realize his professor is gay?”
“It’s not like I wear a sign that tells the world I love sucking dick.”
“My dick. You love sucking my dick,” Anson corrected.
Jereme chuckled. “Yes… I love sucking my daddy’s dick.”
“You bet your sweet ass you do,” Anson murmured before planting a kiss on Jereme’s shoulder. “And I like sucking yours, too. When I let it out to play, that is.”
Through the silk of the nightgown, Anson caressed the custom metal cage that had been Jereme’s Christmas present the year before. Jereme had only been freed from it on three occasions since—and only for a day or two at a time. Eyeing the chain around Anson’s neck where the key hung proudly, he smiled. He loved being caged. Being free now felt weird.
“Come on,” Jereme said, more need filling him. “I need to get these graded.”
“I know something that’s a lot more fun than ancient homosexuality. Real, current homosexuality.”
“You’re bisexual.”
“But you’re a homosexual. As long as one of us is having homosexual sex, then it counts. At least, I assume it does.”
“It does,” Jereme replied before Anson kissed his neck again. “The semester is almost over,” Jereme protested. “I’ve got to get these grades in. The holidays are around the corner. I have a house to clean and finish decorating. Eric and James will be here in three days to spend the holiday with us. Then the party at Bryan and Rich’s on Christmas Eve Eve. My father and his family is coming the day after Christmas for dinner. Then the New Year’s party here and we’ll have a houseful. In other words—I’ve got a ton of work to get done before then.”
Anson scooped up the papers and put them on the nightstand. “And the grades will get done. Tomorrow. And you know I’ll help with everything else. But tonight, you’re mine.”
Jereme cuddled into his daddy’s arms. “You’re a bad influence.”
Jereme squirmed as he felt Anson’s hand trailing up his silk-clad thigh. “I was already bad, Daddy. I think I might need a spanking.”
Anson growled. “Oh yeah, baby. Tell me more…”
Author’s Note
As some of you know, the neighborhood mentioned in this story—Kent Street—has been seen before in some of my other, older books.
For those of you who haven’t read them already, my Kent Street Books are an introduction to Kent Street and it’s LGBTQIA inclusive neighborhood near its inception. While the stories aren’t daddy-kink, the Kent Street Tales are fun, light-hearted MM reads.
The first novella does have a bit of an age gap! And it’s FREE on my publisher’s website ( hint-hint – I can’t link to a book outside of Amazon inside an Amazon book, y’all… )
Exposed
Simmered
And Nailing the Foreman is a crossover between my JLC Construction series and the Kent Street Books (I nicknamed it “Nailed”)
(So maybe this book should be nicknamed “Daddied”?)
I love Kent Street and seriously doubt this is the last story that might find itself in that neighborhood in some way, shape, or form…
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
International bestselling gay erotica/erotic romance author Kelex lives in Hampton Roads with her twenty-something slacker kidult and two semi-loveable masses of fur who are often found snarling at the mailman or UPS driver—or pooping on the brand-new carpet.
When not being a pain in her daughter’s ass, a gardening goddess, the baker of bread, the master of cake disaster, or the drinker of alllllll the coffee, she writes under various pen names all over the erotica and erotic romance genre map.