3. Wallace #2
Daddy grinned. “Let’s say it’s not a rule… just something you can do to make Daddy a happy, happy man. Something you get to choose.”
Oh! He hadn’t thought of it that way at all. Not a rule but… an opportunity. Something he could do.
“I won’t be bothering you?” he asked. That was his deepest concern. Well, he had an ocean of concerns, but that was one of them.
“Never. You can call or text me at any other time, too.”
Wallace raised an eyebrow. “Any time?”
Volt looked chastened. “Uh, I guess I couldn’t call you back if I were busy. But, uh, texts any time?”
Ugh. Wallace didn’t want to think about calling his Daddy in the middle of that.
“But I wasn’t kidding about being greedy, creampuff,” Volt swore. “Daddy needs more texts about your day. And when we see each other, Daddy might need to make you come over and over again.”
God, he was just going to die of happy, sexy thoughts. Daddy needed him. “Yes, Daddy,” he answered. And then he added, just to be sure, “Is that an invitation to come back?” He hoped that sounded at least a bit flirtatious, and not desperately needy.
Obviously, Volt wanted to see him, but what were the rules here? How much was too much?
“I would love that, pretty girl,” Daddy answered.
“Um, when?” Wallace asked. He knew that Daddy didn’t mean every night, which was what he wanted. And that thought brought a frown back to his face. “I get done with work when you start work.”
And it wouldn’t be like interrupting his boyfriend at another job. Even if he now knew that Volt spent a lot of time working at his computer or, tonight, on the heater in the basement. “I can’t be in your way all the time.” He definitely couldn’t be here if Volt was, uh, with a client.
“I’ll keep you in my office.” Volt grinned, side-stepping the issue entirely. “You can come over as often as you want and be my muse.”
Wallace rolled his eyes. He knew it wouldn’t really work that way, even if he loved the idea of it. “I don’t think you’ll get much work done that way.”
Volt’s eyes sparkled. “Really? I think it would be highly inspiring to have you bent over my desk, screaming my name while I ate out your ass.”
Wallace shivered in pleasure. They hadn’t done that yet. In fact, they’d hardly done anything at all, really.
He gathered up his courage. “Or I could, um, go under your desk, Daddy. And, take care of you?” He’d fantasized about that, touching himself and getting off to the very idea of not being able to touch himself. Of getting all of his pleasure by giving Daddy pleasure.
Volt moaned. “Fuck, baby. You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you? Keep Daddy’s cock warm while I work? Or let me fuck that pretty little throat?”
“Yes, Daddy! Now?” he begged. He would drop to his knees in an instant.
He’d been waiting so long for this. To touch Volt everywhere. To worship his magnificent body. To have his Daddy use him.
He could write odes to the magnificence of how Daddy’s perky nipples felt on his tongue, but he’d barely touched Volt’s cock once, in all their weeks of visits. He’d never gotten to kiss his way down Daddy’s washboard abs or explore those exquisitely muscular thighs.
But hopefully, now that they were really dating, that would all change.
Except that he was fighting back another yawn.
Daddy caught him.
“I think I need to bundle my sweet boy into bed. But first, I imagine you want to brush your teeth and wash up.”
“I suppose.” It might not be as sexy as what he was planning, but there was something sweet about it, too. Was he going to get his own toothbrush here? Or… did they even have toothbrushes? It wasn’t like bots could get tooth decay.
The question became moot when Daddy stood, carrying Wallace with him.
Damn, Wallace was never going to set his feet on the ground again at this rate. His legs would forget how to walk or something.
His stomach still fluttered every time. Volt was such an epitome of masculine strength and perfection. And he, short, dumpy, Wallace Wollencroft, felt like a dainty princess around him.
They traveled to the door, where a bot, dressed in two scraps of cloth that barely covered her gigantic boobs and wide-hipped nether regions, stood holding a wicker basket.
Her eyes were half lowered, sultry and seductive, and she raised the collection of toiletries like a sexy offering.
Volt took it from her with hardly a glance, then shut the door in her face.
It was so damned weird looking at her, knowing that her skin would be just as soft as Volt’s, her body as warm, but beneath all of the complex layers of programming, there was no soul there. No intelligence or awareness to all of her programmed seduction. No spark.
God, it gave him the heebie-jeebies.
Fortunately, he was distracted soon enough by Volt lowering him to the ground by the bathroom. “Go wash up, creampuff. But don’t keep me waiting too long.” He nipped playfully at Wallace’s shoulder.
Wallace made short work of his nightly ritual, even hopping into a quick shower.
He really, really didn’t want to be dirty if Volt wanted to do something naughty with him, and the little caddy held shampoo and conditioner in a lovely floral scent.
When he was dried off, wearing nothing but a towel, he called through the door.
“Daddy? Is there anything for me to wear to sleep?”
Volt must have been standing just on the other side of the door, because his voice was close. “Nope.” He sounded entirely too pleased about that. “My creampuff doesn’t need any clothes.”
Wallace let out a little eep that hopefully Daddy didn’t hear.
Going out there in just this little towel felt like it was a step more than he was ready for.
“Could I have some anyway? Or I can just put my shirt back on.” Not that he wanted to, but it would provide him with some cover.
At least it was softer than the button-ups that he usually wore.
“As you wish, darling,” Volt called out to him.
A moment later, the doorknob turned and a familiar outfit was thrust inside.
These were the other clothes that Daddy had tried to give him a couple weeks ago. A tiny little shirt that said Daddy’s cuddle bug with a picture of a cute ladybug, and a pair of shorts that he was certain wouldn’t cover his ass.
But they were very soft. And they were from Daddy.
With trembling fingers, he put them on, then looked in the mirror. They hugged his curves. All of his curves. And there were a lot of curves to hug. The shirt kept riding up at the front, showing a strip of his hairy, fat belly.
He couldn’t decide whether he felt cute or kind of gross. What would his father say if…?
No, he wasn’t going to go there.
He reminded himself sternly that Volt gave him these clothes because he wanted to see him in them.
Though the shorts were quite indecent. His full, fleshy thighs were exposed and his junk was nearly hanging out the bottom.
He didn’t even have underwear, and the soft fabric was driving him wild.
He was so… accessible. Daddy could just pull the thin cotton aside without even taking it off.
“Do I have to come in there and get you, baby boy?” Daddy asked.
“No, Daddy,” he quickly answered. The cute little PJ set probably didn’t belong on his frame, but he loved it anyway. Loved how it made him feel soft and girly. Loved that Daddy thought he ought to wear it.
Fuck it. If he could put on the lingerie Daddy bought him, he could wear a tight t-shirt. One that was kind of adorably cute. One that said he belonged to Daddy.
He opened the door slowly, only for Daddy to drink him in from head to toe. “Mmmm,” he rumbled. “You were right. Pajamas were an excellent idea. You are cute as a button.” He scooped Wallace up, producing a predictable squeak.
“And now I get to take you out of them.”
“Daddy!” Wallace wailed as Volt strode across the room and set him on the edge of the bed. But he wasn’t protesting very much.
Volt really hadn’t been kidding about that high sex drive. This was gearing up to be Wallace’s third orgasm today, and he couldn’t even remember the last time that had happened. Definitely never with a partner.
Not that Volt had come either of those times.
But maybe that wasn’t as important to his Daddy?
“Oh, I do like taking you out of the clothes that I bought for you,” Daddy purred, already running his hands under Wallace’s t-shirt, fondling his way upward until he pulled it off entirely.
Wallace burst out laughing. That shirt literally hadn’t lasted a minute.
Still, he felt the need to cover his torso. Daddy couldn’t really want to see all of this jiggly blubber.
He crossed his arms, trying to be discreet. Like it was more comfortable that way.
He knew he looked better standing up or lying down, rather than sitting at the edge of the bed with his belly folded over his thighs. Or maybe it would be better if they were so close that Volt couldn’t see anything?
Volt frowned as he pushed Wallace back onto the bed. “I can see those hamster wheels turning,” Daddy warned.
“Sorry, Daddy.” He still kept his arms crossed, one kind of slipping down to cover more of his belly.
This was the moment of truth. He wasn’t paying Volt for anything now.
Volt really didn’t need to put up with an overweight boyfriend. He could have anyone.
Volt looked him up and down, and Wallace cringed.
Volt climbed up onto the bed, straddling Wallace’s waist and looking a little bit angry. “Let me get one thing straight.”
Wallace tried to look away. This was the moment when it would all come crashing down. He could offer to go on a diet, he supposed. Not that he’d ever been really good at those.
But Volt cupped Wallace’s cheeks with his warm, broad palms and pinned Wallace with his eyes.
“You are beautifully, voluptuously fat. This is not a problem. This is not something that I’m ignoring or that I want you to change.
All of your soft curves make me want to just bury myself in you.
You are so damned fat and sexy that I can’t keep my hands off you. ”