Chapter 10 - Miles
Chapter ten
Miles
Late March
The one friend I had in town, Theo Brooks, had called me early this morning to see if I could squeeze in a faucet replacement in his second bathroom sometime soon.
Since I usually got done with my tasks early on Fridays—by design—I’d let him know I’d be over by three.
He told me where the spare key was in case I got there before he did.
That was why I was in my friend’s house alone in the middle of the afternoon installing the new faucet he’d left in a box on his kitchen counter.
I had just started when I heard the front door open and Theo call out my name.
“In here!” I shouted, likely muffled given the fact I was inside the cabinet on my back, staring up at the bottom of the porcelain bowl, my hands above me disconnecting the water supply lines beneath the old faucet with a specialized wrench.
I’d already shut off the water—I’d learned long ago to make sure the water was turned off and the pipes were drained before me and my wrench got beneath them.
Theo stepped up to the door, and I glanced out of the cabinet to see him leaning against the doorjamb.
He wore a crisp light-blue dress shirt tucked neatly into slate-blue trousers anchored by a pair of sturdy navy suspenders, looking every inch the high school English teacher he was.
He was also the assistant basketball coach—perks of a small town.
I went back to what I was doing, starting to pull the first supply line free. “Hey, thanks for coming by,” he offered as the fixture came off in my hand and I started unscrewing the second one. “The damn thing was leaking, and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it.”
“No worries, man,” I replied, pulling the second supply line free and scooting out from under the sink. After setting the tubes on the floor beside me, I sat up so I could have a decent conversation with him. “Looks like it was pretty old; probably time for an upgrade, anyway.”
“That’s what I thought—though maybe I’ll keep that from Dad, since he’s the one who installed it decades ago.” His lips curved into a conspiratorial grin, and I smirked. “Anyway, I’ll get out of your way. Just wanted to let you know I was home. Holler if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
And just like that, he left, and I dove back into my work.
Theo was the closest thing I had to a friend in Gomillion.
He was a year behind me in school, and we’d connected after he moved back to town after college.
Our friendship was an easy one—we never got too deep, but I liked that about him.
We had an unspoken agreement: I didn’t pry, and he never pushed me to talk. It worked for us.
As they normally did while I worked, my thoughts drifted.
Lately, they’d been drifting to Atlas. It had only been a couple of weeks since we’d first gotten together, since he first became my Daddy—which still sent a fluttering through my chest whenever I thought about it—and I was soaking in every minute I had with him.
I was also ignoring any potential problems we might possibly have in the future. Living in the moment and all that.
In fact, we had a date tonight.
Atlas, being the Daddy he was, had planned the whole thing. I was going to take off early today—I would once I was done here—and we were heading to Atlanta for the weekend. Beyond that, I knew basically nothing about this trip, save his instructions to bring a few nice things to wear.
I’d been to Atlanta multiple times, kink scenes and hookups and all that, but I hadn’t explored the city much. I wondered where he would take me.
Focusing back on my work, I switched out the old unit, reattached everything under the sink, and tested to ensure the new faucet was working properly, without leaks.
Once everything was wiped down, I collected my things and headed out to find Theo.
He was in the kitchen stirring something on the stove.
“You’re all set.”
He turned to offer me one of those friendly smiles of his. “Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver. I would’ve spent way too much time watching instructional videos trying to figure out how to do that.”
I laughed. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Theo chuckled. “Just send me a bill.”
I scoffed. “This one’s on the house.” When he opened his mouth to protest, I waved him off. “It only took twenty minutes of my time, really. Friend discount.”
His mischievous grin widened, and I felt myself smiling back. “Then thank you times ten.”
“You’re welcome. Text if you need anything else, okay?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
We waved at each other before he turned back to his cooking, then I was headed home.
***
An hour and a half later, after a shower and throwing the last few items in my weekend bag, I hopped into the passenger seat of Atlas’s car, and we were on our way.
We chatted about our days, touched base on Atlas’s pronouns—they/he tonight, which they had told me before meant either were fine but with a preference for they/them—and caught each other up on our lives since the last time we saw each other, which was this morning at my house after Atlas slept over.
I’d woken them up with a blow job, and they’d returned the favor before giving me an .
. . impactful . . . but short spanking to carry me through the day.
They didn’t spank me every single day, but more often than not, I wanted the reminder of him emblazoned on my skin, so I asked for them frequently.
Spankings weren’t always punishments, though we played that way a lot, but my Daddy was always happy to give me what I needed.
I was half in love with them already because of that.
“So where are we going?” I asked a little over two hours later, knowing they wouldn’t tell me.
Their eyebrows shot up as they glared in my direction for a split second before he turned back to navigate Atlanta’s busy Friday evening traffic. “You keep asking, naughty boy, and your ass will be sore all weekend.”
I blushed. “Yes, please.”
They chuckled. “Calm down, baby. You know I’ll give you what you need.” They glanced over briefly to catch my eye, smiling. “And I want this weekend to be a surprise, okay? Let me treat you.”
An odd tremor clambered in my chest at their words. I was reminded every day how sweet and considerate my Daddy was. Sadistic, too, for sure, but I liked that in a Daddy. In a partner.
Shit. Partner? Was that what we were? We hadn’t really defined our relationship that way, and I didn’t think it was fair to ask them to do so when our future was largely up in the air.
But that was fine. For now, we were having fun—exclusive fun—and I was determined to roll with it. The future could wait.
Atlas pulled into a high-rise hotel downtown, and as I took in our surroundings, I suspected we’d have an amazing view. Once we’d checked in and went up to our fortieth-floor room to drop off our luggage, I noticed I was right.
My Daddy gasped beside me, and I was gaping as we both hung our garment bags in the closet, dropped our bags unceremoniously in front of it, and beelined for the wide windows that overlooked the Atlanta skyline.
Unending miles of bright and twinkling orange, yellow, and white lights set against the night sky and darkened city—our own earthbound galaxy of stars—stretched out before us. It felt magical.
Atlas wrapped their arm around my waist, and I pulled him into my left side as we took in the sight. They snuggled into my chest, bringing their free hand to my opposite pec. Their fingertips found my nipple through my thin Henley, and I gasped when they pinched it between their fingers.
“Daddy,” I whined, my dick hardening in my khakis. But as I knew they wouldn’t, they didn’t let up. Instead, they pinched harder, twisting my nipple through my shirt, and I gritted my teeth against the exquisite pleasure-pain.
They only let up to switch to the other side, moving back just a little so they could reach my left nipple.
“Daddy, please . . .” I begged, needing more from them while understanding that I would get exactly what they wanted to give me and no more. “Please, Daddy, can we stay in tonight? I need you.”
Atlas tsked, toying with both nipples now. I sucked in a breath as they glanced up at me. “That would be rude, boy. We have reservations.”
I groaned, my dick fully hard and ready to burst. “Please, Daddy.”
Their eyes sparkled with sadistic glee, and I moaned as their fingertips worked me over with greater intensity. “No, boy.” His grin turned wicked. “But since you are so needy tonight, I’ll give you a few reminders to be good while we’re out. Okay?”
I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt I would both hate and love what they had in mind, but I nodded eagerly anyway. I wanted to be a good boy for them.
When they finally pulled away, my shoulders fell as I gasped out my relief, facing the windows while I caught my breath. But then I turned around. I should’ve known my fate would be much worse than I’d anticipated.
Atlas was grinning when my eyes found what they’d laid out on the bed. A pair of small nipple clamps, a purple butt plug, and a box of something that made my asshole clench.
My eyes shot to theirs. “Daddy?”
Their grin just widened. “We’re going into the bathroom to shower and clean you out, baby.” They picked up the travel enema kit and shook it in the air between us. “Then we’ll fit you for the rest before we go out for dinner, drinks, and dancing.”
My eyes shot wide. That meant I’d be wearing these items for hours.
“Now, baby boy.”
Their words jolted me to the present, and I yanked my Henley over my head before pulling off the rest of my clothes and hightailing it into the bathroom.
Twenty sexless and embarrassing minutes later, I was sufficiently clean and ready for whatever additional torture my Daddy had in store for me.
Atlas had dressed in a black suit with brocade lapels and a dark-purple dress shirt, the top few buttons left open, that matched the heels on the floor beside them. I was still naked.