8. Michael
Michael enjoyed his final triple-spiced pizza slice at Pizza The Action so much that he ordered a box of them to take home with him. Eating day old pizza was a guilty pleasure for Michael. As someone who was used to enjoying the infer things in life, he still held an enormous affection for living like he did in his early twenties from time to time.
But what was even better than his takeout box of pizza was the fact that he was accompanied home by Korben…
‘This is exactly how I pictured it,’ Korben said, a knowing smile on his face as he stood in Michael’s impressively designed but somewhat overly cool kitchen. ‘You need a little help with making it more cozy, though.’
‘Oh I do, do I?’ Michael asked, arching his eyebrow. ‘And would you have any idea of who might be the person to fit that role?’
Korben giggled and Michael opened up his twin refrigerator to put the pizza box inside. ‘These will taste great in the morning. You’ll have to take my word for that.’
‘Oh, I know how good next-day pizza slices are,’ Korben said, running his fingers across the granite worksurface in the middle of Michael’s kitchen. ‘When I was at law school I lost count of the amount of all-nighters I pulled studying with my friends. We’d order pizza and end up finishing the last slices at seven in the morning sometimes.’
‘Cute,’ Michael replied, smiling. ‘You know, I wanted to say how impressive it is that you had the courage of your convictions to ditch law and follow your passion. Seriously, so many people would never dare to do that.’
Korben blushed and flashed Michael the most beautiful smile.
Michael and Korben both knew where this situation was headed. There could be absolutely no doubt about that now. But Michael being the logical, stern businessman that he was, he had to be absolutely sure that it was the right thing to do.
‘Nothing’s going to happen tonight,’ Michael said, taking a step toward Korben. ‘As much as I’d like to, we need to tread very carefully.’
‘But-’
‘That’s Daddy’s orders,’ Michael said, cutting Korben off before he could no doubt try and explain why they should simply give in to their desires and ravish one another right there on the spot.
‘No fair!’ Korben said, stomping his foot on the marble floor. ‘But… maybe we could still snuggle?’
‘Oh, we can definitely do that,’ Michael said, wrapping his arms around Korben’s slender shoulders and bringing in his slim but athletic body in close to his own hulking frame. ‘The way I see it is that we’ve got all the time in the world. The worst thing you can do in business is to let your feelings totally take over. Long term profits come from thinking things through and working toward the end goal.’
‘Urgh, boring!’ Korben giggled, nestling his head against Michael’s chest. ‘But I guess you’re right.’
‘I know I’m right,’ Michael said, cupping Korben’s face in his hands and kissing him softly on his forehead. ‘And when the time does come for us to take things up a notch or three, then trust me… there are going to be fireworks.’
Korben smiled and nestled himself back up against Michael’s chest.
Michael could see that behind his feisty and sassy exterior, Korben was a baby boy who wanted to be looked after and guided. And Michael was beginning to imagine a future where the two of them were working toward not just financial success but romantic success too.
‘Come on, let’s get ourselves to bed,’ Michael said. ‘My bed is more than big enough for both of us. We can snuggle all night long and then wake up to the tastiest pizza in the city.’
Michael looked down at Korben and saw a glint in his eyes.
‘And by snuggle, I do mean snuggle,’ Michael said, sternly. ‘You can change into a pair of my pajamas. Don’t worry, they might be big but they sure as hell will be cozy.’
‘Daddy pajamas, yay!’ Korben said, seemingly delighted at this turn of events. ‘I thought I was going to be sleeping in just my teeny-tiny briefs.’
‘Well that might have been fun too,’ Michael said, clenching his jaw. ‘But as disciplined as I am, I think potentially that might have been one temptation too far.’
Michael and Korben chuckled together and the pair of them left the kitchen and walked up the stairs to Michael’s master bedroom.
Dinner had been fun, and now with the chance to tuck himself into bed with Korben and read him a bedtime story, Michael felt like this truly had been the most successful dinner date he had ever been on.
Korben’s got it all.
He might just be the most perfect boy I’ve ever met.
I just don’t know how long I’ll be able to fight temptation though…
After spending a wonderful night full of talking, stories, and snuggles with Korben, Michael woke the next morning expecting to see Korben’s sweet face opposite his.
However, Korben was nowhere to be seen.
Michael sat up in bed and looked for signs that Korben might have woken up, got dressed, and got the hell out of there.
‘Hmmm, his clothes are still in the corner,’ Michael said, rubbing his face and looking over toward his alarm clock. ‘Fuck. I haven’t slept in past 07:00 for as long as I can remember…’
Michael picked up his phone and quickly scanned the series of emails and alerts that had come in overnight. As usual, his phone was full of messages from a variety of business partners, fellow investors, and even the monthly newsletter that his Great Uncle George would send out with unerring consistency.
‘Ha! I love you Uncle George,’ Michael said, a broad grin on his face. ‘But before I read your monthly newsletter, I need to find out what the hell this boy is up to…’
With that, Michael hauled himself out of bed and planted his feet on the bedroom’s ultra-soft carpet. Michael had fallen asleep in a pair of his finest pajamas and the sheer comfort of the linen was as great a sensation to wake up to as it was to fall asleep in.
Michael stretched his hands above his head and let out a long, loud yawn.
‘Waking up late is a weird feeling,’ Michael said, shaking his head and trying to get his brain working at its normal speed. ‘Korben?’
As Michael called out Korben’s name, he walked out of the bedroom and made his way downstairs. There was a gradual increase in noise as he made his way toward the kitchen, and by the time Michael stepped into the kitchen he was met with a variety of sights and sounds.
Korben in his pajamas, his back to Michael, and dancing away to music? Check.
Scrambled eggs frying in the large pan? Check.
A large piece of A4 paper with a variety of doodles and sketches on it? Check and check again.
‘Good morning,’ Michael said, standing with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.
‘Good morning!’ Korben replied, turning to face Michael and greeting him with the most wholesome smile imaginable. ‘I slept well. But… do you always wake up so late?’
Michael growled. He couldn’t tell whether Korben was being serious or teasing him, but he didn’t like the thought of anyone thinking he was slow to get going in the mornings. Michael prided himself on being the first up and the last to go to sleep when it came to business matters, and he wasn’t about to let this boy even joke about it…
‘I’ll have you know that no one wakes before me, boy,’ Michael said, striding over to Korben and wrapping his arms around his slender waist. ‘And unless you want this wooden spoon across your butt then I suggest you remember that.’
‘I think Grumpy Daddy is hungry for his breakfast,’ Korben giggled. ‘A double serving for you, I assume?’
Michael tried to put on a stern display, but he couldn’t deny how deliciously fluffy the scrambled eggs looked. And the smell was to die for too. No, he would allow the boy a moment of sass and gladly accept his offer of a super-sized portion.
‘You think right,’ Michael said, smiling. ‘And if it tastes half as good as it looks then I might be asking for even more. Shall I make us some drinks?’
‘I’d love a fresh orange if you have it,’ Korben said, twirling around as he applied the finishing touch of a little bit of paprika to the eggs.
‘I certainly do,’ Michael said, motioning over to the industry standard fresh OJ machine in the corner. ‘I’ll stick some oranges in and we’ll have more than enough to satisfy our thirst.’
‘I can’t wait!’ Korben giggled, the outline of his cock prominent at the front of his pajama bottoms.
Michael averted his eyes and set about making the fresh OJ. As hot as Korben was, Michael wanted to show some gentlemanly respect and not ogle his bouncing cock too hard so early in the day.
But there was no denying that Korben was physically everything that he desired.
No matter that he was acting the gentleman now, Michael knew that his mind was full of the filthiest, horniest thoughts for what he and Korben could do together. That time would come, Michael fully believed it.
But for now it was about enjoying their first breakfast together – and hopefully the first of many more to follow too…
‘I’m gonna win, I’m definitely gonna win…’ Korben said, clasping his hands together as he awaited his turn in Clue.
Michael and Korben were in his grand living room and playing an increasingly competitive game of Clue. With both of them not being the kind of people who ever liked to lose, it was perhaps inevitable that as the game reached a climax the atmosphere would become a little heated…
‘Are you sure?’ Michael asked, doing his best to hide the fact that it was he who would be winning the game, and very soon in fact. ‘Ever heard the story of the tortoise and the hare?’
‘Sounds like a silly story. Now just take your move so I can take mine,’ Korben said, excitedly kicking his heels on the floor as he smiled in expectation. ‘I want to win!’
Michael smiled.
Korben was in danger of being a little bit too bratty, but Michael wasn’t about to spoil the mood and remind him of who the Daddy was. And anyway, Michael was pretty sure that Korben’s burgeoning attitude would take a necessary hit when he played his winning move.
‘Professor Plum, with the lead pipe, in the study. And that is all she wrote,’ Michael said, taking his move and duly winning the game, much to his delight.
Michael smiled and was about to offer Korben his commiserations, but before he knew what was going on, Korben reached underneath the board and flipped it over. As the pieces flew through the air, Michael knew that something had to be done about Korben’s behavior right now.
‘Stop that!’ Michael bellowed, standing up and lifting Korben up to his feet too. ‘That was not acceptable.’
‘Poo! You cheated!’ Korben said, stomping his feet. ‘You’re a big, mean cheater!’
‘Tossing the board is one thing,’ Michael said, his Daddy Dom instincts going into overdrive. ‘But questioning my integrity is a whole other matter, and it’s one that will not go unaddressed.’
With that, Michael held Korben by his arm and marched him through into the kitchen.
‘Remember that wooden spoon I warned you about?’ Michael barked. ‘Well it’s no longer a warning. You can experience it for real.’
‘Daddy! Please!’ Korben said, his eyes widening in shock as Michael picked up the wooden spoon and spun his around.
‘Pajamas down,’ Michael said, pulling Korben’s pajama bottoms all the way down to his ankles in one movement. ‘Stick that bottom out. Present your cheeks so your Daddy can teach you a lesson about being a good loser.’
‘I never lose!’ Korben protested, his naked butt looking like a truly inviting sight.
‘Well you did today, boy,’ Michael roared, holding Korben in place and bringing the wooden spoon down onto his left butt cheek. ‘In more ways than one!’
Michael delivered six swats of the spoon to each cheek and didn’t hold back on a single one of them. Korben’s cheeks were hot and a suitably red color by the time he was through too…
‘Awwwww, my tushy hurts,’ Korben said, his legs trembling as Michael delivered an extra two swats at the end in quick succession.
‘Good, and so they should,’ Michael said. ‘But now let’s get them nice and cool again.’
With that, Michael kept Korben in position and opened his refrigerator to take out a pot of cooling gel. As he applied liberal dollops of gel to each cheek, Michael could tell that Korben was enjoying the feeling of the gel – none more so than when Michael’s fingers moved closer toward the crack of his cheeks.
‘Daddy… I think I might need some gel a bit lower down too,’ Korben said, arching his back and widening his leg stance. ‘I think… I think … in between my legs… my… little cock.’
Michael took a moment and looked at Korben as he stuck his red butt in the air and parted his cheeks. His cock was already hard from delivering the swats to Korben’s naked bottom, but the display that Korben was giving now was in serious danger of pushing Michael over the edge.
‘Hold still,’ Michael said, his manhood now thumpingly hard. ‘This will feel very cool indeed…’
Michael dipped his finger back into the pot of cooling gel and gently traced it down over Korben’s exposed ass hole and up toward his hard, twitching manhood.
As Korben gasped in delight, Michael knew that there truly was no turning back now.
It was time to show Korben exactly what a true Daddy Dom could do to his boy…