Chapter 9
His phone rings an hour later on the dot. It’s Samuel. Bryan answers the phone, looking at the closed bedroom door in confusion.
“Is there a problem?” Bryan asks.
“No, I’m basically ready. I just wondered… well, I was kind of wondering how this should go. How it starts? Do you expect….”
Bryan can’t even guess what the end of that sentence was going to be, but it seems quite important.
An hour has given him a lot of time to look at the apartment and notice things he hadn’t seen initially.
A bookcase full of books, comics, and graphic novels with outrageous titles that made Bryan’s cock even harder, all centered around boys being good for their Daddies.
A few sippy cups, dishes with cartoon characters on them.
“I guess it just feels like you know a lot about me, but I’m not sure how much I know about you and what you like.” It isn’t quite a question.
He’s still trying to figure out how to respond when Samuel continues, “This morning when I came into your office, you were darker than I expected.”
He blanches.
“It was insanely hot, but I don’t know if you did that for me or for you.
If you acted that way because you liked it, then I am super onboard with that, and you should corrupt my innocence and take advantage of me to your heart's content. But, if that’s not what you want, then we can do something else, but I’ll, uh, I’ll need to change. ”
His perfect assistant is a planner. He doesn’t like to make mistakes.
He wants a plan and guidance. Wouldn’t that be even more true in an intimate situation like this?
But if Bryan is the Daddy, then he needs to set the tone, right?
“Samuel, be honest. Did you like what we did or do you want something gentler? Something that doesn’t revolve around corrupting your innocence or taking advantage of you?
” This would all be easier if he had more experience.
“I want it,” Samuel answers quickly. “I am 1000% on board but if it’s a lot for you then we can… I don’t know. Do it different.”
“I’m happy with how it went before. I like you wide eyed and whimpering. Are we using the stoplight system?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He can hear Samuel breathing softly.
“Are you in bed, sweetheart?”
“I... Yes, I’m under the covers, and I turned off some of the lights,” Samuel’s voice is soft, as if it’s a secret. And he can imagine his boy in bed, all tucked up with the phone next to his ear. He stares at the door but has one hand on his groin, touching himself through his pants.
“Good boy. It was a big day. You must be tired.”
“I… yes, Daddy.”
“Should I come in and give you a good night kiss?”
“Um… and cuddles?” His voice is muffled.
“Pretty boy, are you sucking on your thumb?”
“I wanted something in my mouth, Daddy.”
Bryan groans and squeezes his cock hard. “I bet you did. And how is that thumb, sweetheart? Is it big enough to satisfy you?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t think so.”
“Daddy has something you can suck on.”
Samuel makes a soft sound and shifts under the covers. “Please, Daddy.”
“You’re not touching yourself, are you?”
He hears the whimper through the door, and it echoes through the phone. “You told me not to, and I’m trying not to, Daddy. But it got hard again.”
His groan is half growl. “I did tell you not to. What happens to boys who touch themselves when they shouldn’t?”
“Bad boys get punished, Daddy. Bad boys get spanked until they cry.”
“Does that make a boy feel better, Sammy? Getting spanked and crying?”
“Yes, but… but they have to take care of their Daddy after. In their special hole.” His voice is quiet, and he wonders how susceptible his boy is to little space and regression.
“But, if you don’t like it, you’ll say Red?”
“Yes, Daddy. Red. Not stop. I think… I know there are boys who like to say no and stop, but they don’t mean it. Did you know there are boys like that?”
He growls and tugs on his balls, eager to use his boy. “Those are some lucky Daddies. I think I have a boy like that. Tell me no and let’s see what happens to you, pumpkin. Do you have condoms?”
“Yes, Daddy. In my bedside table. But I… we don’t have to. I’m clean and it’s been so long for you….Were you careful with those women?”
He sighs in pleasure, unable to stop touching his cock as he talks to his boy.
“Daddy was very careful. Daddy always wore a condom. It was easy to be responsible with them because I didn’t need to fuck them like I need to fuck you.
Daddy wants to come in you, pumpkin. We should start as we mean to go on.
Daddy’s come goes in his boy, doesn’t it?
That’s your treat. Your reward for being a good boy. ”
His breath hitches. “Please. Will you come kiss me goodnight, Daddy? I need you.”
“I will. I’m going to kiss you goodnight and give you a big treat.”
“I like treats, Daddy,” he says, talking around the thumb in his mouth.
Bryan hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket. He leaves his shoes and coat outside the door. He rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt. Wanting to look like a Daddy who just came home from work.
He knocks perfunctorily and opens the door. The lights are off, but fairy lights are above the bed, and a few nightlights are on, casting the room in a soft glow. He can see his boy in bed, turned away from him, arm around his octopus, thumb in his mouth.
Innocent.
Bryan’s never been so turned on. He wants to fuck Samuel, wants to hear the boy moan with pleasure, wants to give him so much pleasure he’s sobbing with it.
“Sammy?”
“Daddy? You’re home?”
“I’m home, pumpkin. Did you miss me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He turns to his back as Bryan comes around the bed. His eyes are wide as he looks up at Bryan. He eyes the open collar of Bryan’s shirt, reaches for him with one hand, the other stuck firmly in his mouth.
He scoots over so Bryan can sit down on the bed.
“Don’t you look cozy,” he says, and traces his fingers down Samuel’s cheek. He settles on his bottom lip, pressing gently and pulling it down, obsessed with the wetness of his mouth, the soft slickness. “Pretty mouth on a pretty boy.”
Samuel blushes and whimpers. “I put on my pajamas,” he whispers.
“Did you? Should Daddy check?”
Samuel nods. Bryan stands up and lifts the covers, dragging them back so he can see his boy in the outfit he’s chosen for their first night together. The enormity of the moment hits him.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so perfect.
” The groan isn’t something he wants to make, it’s just a response to the vision before him.
Samuel is in a short-sleeved, thigh length nightgown.
It’s probably women’s, the material cotton.
It has a deep V-neck and there are little reindeer’s pulling sleighs all over it.
It’s innocent but sexy. He imagines taking it off his boy or pushing it up a little higher so he can touch him intimately.
“Good boy,” he says, and slides his hand down from Samuel’s jaw to his chest, dipping into the neckline to touch his boy’s nipple and then out again, cupping his pec through the material. He brushes his thumb over the pointed bud.
“Daddy, that makes me feel funny,” he whispers, legs shifting on the bed, sliding up a few inches, then back down.
Then his knee opens and the gown rises and Bryan can see a hint of red panties, his bulge covered but noticeable.
The fabric is thin, and he can see that Samuel is hard, see the rise of his cock through the material.
“Does it? Is it bad, my little prince?”
“No, Daddy. Just… it makes me want touches.”
“Well, that’s what Daddy is for, isn’t it? To touch you and make sure you’re taken care of.”
Sammy nods, blinking at him, and waiting passively.
“Good boy. Let Daddy touch now. What’s down here, baby? Is this where you feel funny?” He asks, and lets his hand go down, gently touching the shaft of Samuel’s cock.
He writhes and whimpers, turns his head on the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Yes, Daddy. Right there. But I… I don’t think you should touch it.”
“Why not?”
“Isn’t it bad? You told me I’d be punished if I made a mess in my panties again. It feels too good when you touch me there, Daddy.”
“I bet it does. But it’s just our little secret, isn’t it? And you can try not to make a mess, can’t you?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers and bites his lip hard as Bryan cups him more firmly, brushes his thumb over the head of his cock. “What if I can’t help it, Daddy?” His lower lip wobbles.
“You’re very hard, pumpkin. Daddy better take a look,” he says, and drags the nightgown up, getting a good look at what Samuel put on for him.
Women’s panties, Christmas red, cotton, and with a delicate ribbon trim.
A tiny little bow at the top, and the head of his cock straining against the top of the waistband. And of course the front is damp.
“Oh dear. There it is. You did make a little mess, didn’t you?” He pushes down on Samuel’s hips and spreads his fingers wide, brushes his thumbs all along Samuel’s cock, smoothing the material up and down, framing him. The wetness grows. “You’re still making a mess. What a naughty boy you are.”
“Daddy!” He cries and sits up. He throws his arms around Bryan’s neck, and presses kisses to his neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good, Daddy. You don’t have to spank me. Please, don’t spank me!”
He reaches around and slips his hand under Samuel, squeezing his ass cheek hard. “This pretty bottom sure feels like it needs a spanking. But maybe Daddy could spank you less than you deserve, huh? If you’re very, very good for me. How do you make it up to Daddy when you’ve been naughty?”
“I don’t know,” he whispers, looking up at Bryan through damp lashes.