Chapter 4
Chapter four
Matty – Miami
Donny and Kay had a nice little cottage house, nothing like what our boys were getting.
But only three of them lived there, and they were all in a relationship.
Their new daddy, Saxon, was a big guy like Daddy Drake, but I could tell he was a softie.
He let Donny and Kay do whatever they wanted.
I got to go straight to our playtime from the airport since Daddy had business with the band.
“This is my playroom,” Kay said, opening a door to a purple room with a blue ceiling. “Daddy Saxon designed it.”
“It’s so cute.” I jumped around, excitedly. “What can we play?”
“I like LEGOs.” Donny pointed to the huge box on one of the shelves. “Or coloring.”
“Oh…let’s color.” Kay handed me a book. “You like this one?”
It was Lisa Frank and filled with adorable puppies, kittens, and unicorns. “Yes. I do. Thank you.” I flipped through and found a panda bear. “He’s going to be pink. A pink panda.” I held the page up for them to see.
“I like that.” Kay grabbed some colors, and we all sat at the table, but I got bored.
And uncomfortable. “Can I take my shirt off?”
“Sure.” Kay didn’t even look up from his book.
I whipped my shirt off but that wasn’t enough. I had restless energy building up. “Want me to teach you to dance?”
“Yes!” Donny jumped up. “You’re so good at dancing. I want to dance like you.”
Kay didn’t seem so sure, but he stood.
“Put your arms up like this.” I directed them through some poses and moves. An easy twirl. Then I showed them some of the stripper moves I’d learned from the show. “Kay. Watch this. Your hair is perfect for this. So long and full.”
He blushed, but then I did the bend-over move with the hair flip, and he watched.
“You do it.”
He tried it, and I gave him a few pointers, and soon they were both doing the stripper moves.
“Not bad.”
“Show us more.” Donny jumped up and down and clapped. He was even more hyper than me.
“Okay, but I have to take my pants off. I need more…” I moved my hands around. “Flexibility.”
I stripped down to nothing and danced around. Donny and Kay clapped and cheered.
Then their daddy opened the door. “What is going on in here?” He slapped his hand over his face. “Oh my. Uh, Matty. Put your clothes on.”
“I don’t wanna. Dey not comfy.” I was in full-blown little mode and getting cranky. I kicked my pants then tossed them across the room.
“That’s fine, but we need clothes on.”
I sat down where I was, crossing my arms and legs.
“Matty, your daddy will be here to pick you up soon, and you’ll need clothes on for that.”
Daddy Drake wouldn’t make me wear clothes. “No.” I jumped up and ran around the room.
Donny and Kay laughed hard, so I laughed too. And kept jumping around. When their daddy left the room, I went back to dancing.
Until.
“Matty. You’re going to get your friends in trouble. It’s time to go. Put your clothes on.” That was Daddy Drake. Oops.
“Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t want to leave. I was having fun with my new friends. I didn’t want to get them in trouble, but now it was me in the hot seat. I started to cry.
“Fuck,” Drake muttered. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and pointed at me. “Get dressed. I mean it.”
He was serious. I started looking for my clothes that I’d thrown around the room.
“You two. Clothes on.” Daddy Saxon sounded mad.
Both his boys said, “Yes, Daddy.” And pulled their shirts on. Seems they’d dropped their pants too, since they were scrambling to find them. It was a lot more fun with everyone naked. But now we were all dressed again.
“Here, Matty.” Drake handed me a pacifier and a teddy. I kept the paci with me on trips, packed in my bag, just in case, but I was surprised Drake remembered. I didn’t remember the teddy, though.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I hugged the teddy and sucked on the paci.
“He’ll be asleep in the car before we get off this street.” He threw me over his shoulder. “Sorry if he was trouble.”
“That’s, uh, fine. No problem,” Saxon answered.
I waved at my friends, then Drake hauled me out to the rental car. “Good thing your bags were still in the trunk,” he muttered and buckled my seatbelt.
“I tired, Daddy.”
“I know, baby-boy. We’re going to the hotel now.”
It’d been a long time since I was in full little headspace with Daddy. In and out a little, yes, but even in the bedroom, I hadn’t been completely there. I was now. And I didn’t want to let it go.
“I’m not carrying you up to the room, and you probably want to put your paci away.”
“No.” I popped it back in my mouth and got out of the car. I didn’t care. I wasn’t slipping out of my persona.
“Alright.” I could tell from his tone that we would have a conversation about this later. Hopefully, much later.
He got my bags, and I cuddled the teddy all the way in and to the elevators. No one paid any damned attention to me anyway. Fuck them if they did.
In the room, he put my stuff down, and I stripped. “Did you get me this teddy?”
“Yes. I didn’t think you’d bring any of your stuffies, so…”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby-boy. Get up there for your nap.”
It was nearly dinner time, so I doubted I would actually sleep, plus I had something else on my mind now. “Nap wif me?”
He grumbled something unintelligible. He was getting into his grumpy daddy mode, but I knew how to fix that. He crawled up and spooned me from behind, and I wiggled my ass—of course. “Stop that. Nap time.” He put his big, warm hand on my bare hip.
“My peen hard, Daddy.” I wiggled again.
“Mmm…I see. What should we do about that?” He reached around and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few quick strokes.
“Feels so good. How ‘bout a blowie?”
“How about not.”
“Daddy, pweese…”
He grumped something and stood. He took his shirt off, showing me those giant pecs of his and the hair trailing between them.
His tattoos were brightly colored on both sides, running over his shoulders.
He dropped his pants, too. And he hadn’t been wearing any underwear.
“How about you give Daddy blowies. Come here.”
I crawled toward him, eager to give him what he wanted. I licked at the top of his plump crown.
“Uh-uh. Open up.”
I opened my mouth so he could slide his cock in, rubbing it over my tongue. He grabbed the sides of my head.
“Suck me, boy.” His command went straight to my dick, making it leak.
His big hands grabbed my head, holding me still, so I was forced to take him.
Damn, I loved that. My daddy was so big and strong and could make me do whatever he wanted.
Throw me around. Hold me down. Didn’t matter, I loved all of it.
My cock continued leaking out on the bed, making a spot that I was sure was going to leave half the mattress wet.
I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk it, but at the same time, I didn’t.
I let Daddy take the lead and tell me what he wanted.
I trusted him to get me off by the end of it. He always did.
Drake grunted and pulled out. “I need to fuck you. Grab the lube and prep yourself.”
I scrambled to obey, but I didn’t miss him squeezing the base of his cock.
I wanted him to come inside me, but that wouldn’t happen.
Even after all this time, he still hadn’t committed, and we weren’t ready to skip the condoms. So I found them along with the lube and handed him one.
He suited up while I stretched myself as quickly as I could.
Without warning, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me toward him. “Turn over.” Before I could, he manhandled me around so my hands were on the bed. He spread my cheeks and blew over my hole.
“Daddy, please.”
“Mm…I love it when you beg. Hold still.” He lined his cockhead up and pressed in. I wasn’t stretched very well, but he took it slow and stopped when I grunted. “You okay, baby-boy?”
“Stings a little. It’s fine. Keep going.”
He pushed on until he was fully seated, then he grabbed my hips, lifting my knees off the bed with a roar.
He had me feeling desperate. “Daddy…”
He thrust his hips forward and back a few times before shoving me up the bed and crawling after me. That’s when he really fucked me. Furiously. Fast. Erratically hitting my spot and making me call out in a high-pitched whine.
“Fuck…Matty…” He pounded me, proving the old saying he pounded me into the mattress. “Stroke your cock. Do it.”
I slid my hand beneath me, lifting my hips, and grabbed my dick.
I didn’t grip it overly tight and let my cock slide in and out as Drake fucked me, pushing me down and back.
Oh fuck. That was incredibly good, and my fingers had lube left on them from prepping, making the slide easy.
So easy. So good. I moaned long and loud before coming all over the bed, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
He grunted and came, then pulled out and took care of the mess, wiping me down and crawling into bed with me, holding me tightly. My little mindset was long gone, and I was simply blissful.
The next morning, that changed. I fixed coffee for Drake and brought it to him before fixing mine. He sat up and took a few sips. “When’s your flight?”
“Uh…I don’t know. I thought—”
“I’ll text Jinx.” He fiddled with his phone, drank more coffee, then fiddled a little more. “It’s tonight. I need to have you there by noon.”
“Do I have to?”
“What? Yes. Grab a shower and get dressed. We’ll go to breakfast. Come on.”
I did as he said, and the breakfast place was good, but it was all covered by a dark, oppressive cloud over my head. I didn’t want to go. But we finished eating and got in the car. The airport wasn’t terribly far away, and it looked like we’d get there early.
“Can’t Mr. Jinkee change the flight? I didn’t get to stay long enough.”
“Matty. Baby. I love you. Love having you with me. But we have a lot of things to settle, and I can’t have you constantly distracting me.”
“I’ll keep my clothes on. Promise.”
He rubbed his hand over his face and his dark beard, which was getting thicker than it’d been before. “I can’t. This is why.” He held that hand up as if that explained it. But it didn’t and I didn’t understand.
“This sucks. I don’t like it.”
“I know. But this is temporary. We’ll figure it out.”
“Will we?”
He never answered that.
Too soon, we arrived at the airport, and he pulled to the curb for loading and unloading. He wasn’t even going to stay with me until the flight. “I have stuff to do, Matty. I’m meeting the guys to start planning out shit. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
“No. Guess not.” I shrugged and got out, grabbing my bag from the backseat. Then I leaned back in. “Do I even get a kiss?”
“Come here.” The big, cranky ass leaned forward and cupped my cheek as he kissed me. Softly on the lips, then he slid his tongue alongside mine in a gentle rub. “Text me when you get to Vegas.”
“I will. Bye, Daddy.”
“Bye. Be safe.”
Safe? I never felt less safe—at least with my heart.
I spent a lot of time on that flight home crying. And hating myself for crying. That might have been the breakup. Maybe my stay was simply to say goodbye. Or I was being ridiculous. It didn’t matter, and it didn’t stop the tears.