A Foxy Little Fourth of July (MC Daddies)

Fox, Brody, and Autumn

What face should a person wear to a Fourth of July BBQ?

Hmm, should he be a pale blonde? Maybe with a crooked nose? Or should he go darker this time, perhaps with a streak of gray in his hair? Or use one of his more known disguises?

The Fox heard a sound from behind him. Turning, he saw Brody standing just outside the room.

“Pup, what are you doing in the shadows?” he asked. “Come here.”

His baby should never hide.

Brody practically skipped his way into the room, tripping over a table leg. The Fox quickly got up and grabbed him before he could fall.

He gathered him close, breathing him in. His need for Brody and Autumn never seemed to wane. If anything, it got stronger every day.

Strange for a man who’d always believed that he was incapable of love.

“Be careful, Pup,” he scolded. “You’re going to hurt yourself, and then you won’t be able to go to the barbecue.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to go?” Brody asked in a quiet voice.

“You don’t want to go?” he asked, confused. Brody and Autumn been asking to go to this picnic at Ink and Betsy’s house for weeks now.

So he thought it was what they wanted.

“I thought you liked fireworks. And food. And friends. And picnics. Don’t you like those things?”

“I do,” Brody replied. “But I don’t want to go if it puts you in danger. That would just be selfish.”

His sweet boy was always looking out for everyone else. But didn’t he know that the Fox would never do anything to put his Pup or Bunny in danger?

And there was no one who could go up against the Fox and win.

“Everything will be fine,” the Fox reassured him. “I’d never let the two of you go if there was any risk.”

Brody nodded but he still looked a bit nervous, so the Fox cupped his chin with his hand.

“Hey, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t go,” the Fox reassured him.

“No,” Brody said. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I do. I just would never want to lose you.”

“You won’t ever lose me,” the Fox told him firmly. “And if I thought there was any risk, then none of us would be going. So leave the worrying to me. That’s my job.”

“Well, I think we get to worry about you too.”

“Hmm. Let me think about that.” The Fox shook his head. “No, you don’t. That’s my job. So stop worrying. Right now.”

Brody rolled his eyes and the Fox tightened his hold on his chin.

“Are you rolling your eyes at me, Pup?” he drawled. “Now that seems like a naughty thing to do, doesn’t it? If you’re going to insist on worrying, perhaps I need to distract you.”

Brody swallowed heavily and for the first time looked slightly nervous.

As he should be.

The Fox sat back in his chair and widened his legs, then he pointed at the floor between his feet.

“Kneel here, Pup,” he ordered.

Brody kneeled between his feet and gazed up at the Fox who cupped his chin once more. The Fox ran his thumb over Brody’s full lips and then pressed it into his mouth running it up and down his tongue.

Desire filled Brody’s face.

The Fox didn’t believe in luck. He believed that if you wanted something, you did whatever it took to get it.

Which is exactly what he’d done when he’d decided he wanted Autumn and Brody.

He’d made it happen.

And now they were his.

Forever.

“Now, you know it’s my job to worry about the two of you and not the other way around. So the fact that you keep arguing with me must mean that you need some attention.”

Brody tried to shake his head but the Fox had a firm grasp on his face so it only moved around half an inch.

“No? You don’t think so?” the Fox asked. “Maybe I should give you a spanking for doubting my ability to look after us all.”

Brody’s eyes widened and he made a noise of denial.

“Perhaps I should put your mouth to another use? That’s not a bad idea. It will help you calm down, won’t it? I know what you need.”

Brody’s shoulders dropped and hunger lit up his eyes. The Fox congratulated himself for working out what his Pup needed. Not that there was ever any doubt in his mind that he would. He was awesome at this Daddy Dom stuff.

And he knew exactly what his Pup needed at all times.

“Undo my pants and pull out my cock,” he commanded.

Brody’s hands were trembling slightly as he did as ordered and he fumbled a bit with the Fox’s cock as he drew it out. He stared down at the Fox’s dick for a long moment before glancing up.

“What next, Sir?” he asked.

“Lick your tongue across the head,” the Fox ordered. Jesus, his balls were already tight and ready to explode just from watching Brody glide his tongue over the head of his dick.

“That’s it, Pup,” he praised. “You’re being such a good boy. Now I want you to suck on me while I figure out what to wear to this barbecue.”

Brody gave him a curious look. “What do you mean? It’s warm outside. Won’t you just wear a pair of shorts and a T-shirt?”

“Not what clothes I’m going to wear, Pup,” he told him. “What face I’m going to put on today.”

Understanding filled Brody’s face. “Smart.”

“I am, but I appreciate you noticing,” the Fox replied.

Brody rolled his eyes again. He was being a little brat, wasn’t he?

And they both knew what happened to naughty boys in this house.

“That’s twice you’ve rolled your eyes at me, Pup. Now, once can be written off as a lapse in judgment. But twice, well, I think that must mean that you need something from me. Something I am only too happy to provide.”

The Fox smiled at his boy, and Brody swallowed heavily. “Not to mention that you don’t have my cock in your mouth, like I told you to.”

Brody quickly took the Fox’s cock into his mouth, sliding it down deep. But Brody’s effort was too little, too late as far as the Fox was concerned.

Besides, it was his job to provide whatever his boy needed. Whether that was a new computer, new clothes, or a sore bottom.

He was definitely a giver.

Maybe he should get that written on his tombstone.

The Fox.

Known as a giver (sometimes a taker).

He’d give you what you needed.

A spanking.

Death to all your enemies.

A sparkly pink motorbike.

Hmm, something to think about.

“Get up,” the Fox ordered. “Take off your pants and boxers, then bend over the desk.”

“Um, well, don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?” Brody protested.

The Fox stood and folded his arms over his chest, staring down at Brody, who was still kneeling. “Who is in charge right now?”

“You are, Sir.”

“That’s right. So you should be doing as I say, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brody got up and undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down his legs and stepping out of them. He gave the Fox a nervous look before he leaned over the desk, putting his ass on perfect display.

Fuck. His ass was a thing of beauty. The Fox took a moment to take it in before he ran his hand down over one firm globe.

He could stare at his boy’s ass for hours.

Unfortunately they couldn’t spare that sort of time.

They had to get to the barbecue in a couple of hours and he still hadn’t put his face on.

“Right,” the Fox said. “This is going to be quick and to the point.”

Brody cleared his throat nervously. “I still don’t think that I deserve a spanking.”

“You weren’t doing as you were told. And you rolled your eyes at me. Twice. That tells me that you need this.”

“I don’t,” Brody said quickly. “I really don’t.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Perhaps I’ve been neglecting you lately.”

“You never neglect us,” Brody replied.

“Ahh, that’s so kind,” the Fox told him. “But you’re still getting spanked.”

He ran his finger down between Brody’s ass cheeks before leaning over to open a drawer to pull out some lube and wipes.

Always be prepared.

That was one of his mottos.

Never trust anyone.

Well, he probably had to scratch that one, since he now trusted three people.

Don’t touch an innocent.

Yeah. That was probably the one he lived by the most. He’d only ever killed bad guys.

“The last thing I ever want to do is neglect my Pup. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I know,” Brody replied. “The problem is, sometimes I need to be careful what I ask for. Like that time I said I’d love to pet a giraffe. And you started researching ways to acquire a giraffe.”

“And I very nearly bought one. But you put a stop to it. Right now, we could have a giraffe walking around in our backyard. Although I do think we probably would have needed two. I wouldn’t want them to get lonely.”

“No,” Brody said in a choked voice. “That was my worry too. That one would get lonely. So I don’t think we should get one.”

“Oh, so is that the only reason you said no?” the Fox asked. “In that case—”

“No, no, no,” Brody said. “That isn’t the only reason that I said no. There are lots of reasons I said no. Like all the poop I would have to clean up. You can’t buy a pooper scooper that large.”

“Hmm, that’s actually a really good point. I didn’t think about all the poop,” the Fox mused.

“Well, you know me, always thinking about the poop. I can’t believe I just said that. Why didn’t I say that I always think about logistics? Can we just get on with the spanking? Please.”

“Begging for your punishment? Wow, you must be in need.”

The Fox stood off to one side, then he smacked his hand down lightly on Brody’s white ass.

Damn, that was satisfying.

The Fox wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen such a beautiful ass. Well, other than his girl’s ass. Both Autumn and Brody had spectacular butts.

He was a lucky man.

Where was his Bunny? She’d been quiet for a long time which was never a good sign. He’d need to go looking for her after this. Just to make sure she wasn’t getting herself into trouble.

The Fox smacked his hand down again on Brody’s bottom. He moved his hand from his boy’s left cheek to his right, then back again until his ass was nice and pink and Brody’s breath was coming in harsh pants.

It certainly wasn’t the hardest spanking that he’d ever given. But Brody hadn’t done anything that bad. This was more because the Fox thought Brody needed it and didn’t know how to ask for it.