35. Tennant #2
Pulling on comfortable pants and a shirt, I make my way over to my corner of sanity.
While I have things here to occupy my time, I find my gaze being drawn to my lover over and over.
I can’t look away. Not for long. I’ve seen Lio drop into his Littlespace and it’s magical.
It draws something out of me that I didn’t realize was there.
But seeing my Topolino let loose, let go of the stress and find that place of peace?
It’s so different from Lio’s, but just as special.
His excitement, the way he’s leaning forward and yelling at the game, and the pure animation in him.
It’s hard not to imagine his flushed cheeks and his lips stretched around my cock instead.
Shifting, I try to focus on my tablet, but it’s impossible.
These Boys are going to kill me… So deliciously distinct, with layers upon layers, all for me to explore, to devour greedily.
I’m the one who brings Benjamin this. Who gives him exactly what he needs and didn’t realize.
Ignacio may have tipped things off, and Ian clarified them, but I brought it together and I get to reap the rewards.
Daddy…it's only one word, but fucking hell.
The connotations are different with each of my Boys, and I love it.
Eventually, I notice that it’s time to call it for tonight.
While I want to give in and let him play to his heart’s content, I also know, as a good Daddy, that can’t happen.
Rules and routines are important. Plus, I have a feeling this is when Daddy gets to have his fun, and I don’t hesitate to smile at the thought.
The expression probably shows off way too much, but the predatory excitement can’t be held back… My cock hardens in anticipation.
Standing up, I walk over to Benjamin just as he finishes his current game. Before he can start another, I interrupt him. “That’s enough for tonight. It’s bedtime.”
“What?! No! I’m not tired, and I know I can beat this level!” he complains, looking over his shoulder at me in annoyance.
“Now, Topolino.” I cross my arms, making it clear I will not be swayed.
He huffs and tosses his controller down, standing up as he stalks toward me, stomping his feet. “That’s not fair! It’s not even that late!”
“Oh, isn’t it? Did you look at the time?” I keep my voice pleasant as he balls his hands into fists. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn't put down your controller politely.”
He rocks back on his heels, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t say I had to.”
“I expect you to treat what I give you with respect. And is that how you address me? Or perhaps I need to send you to the corner for the night?”
Panic crosses his face, and I immediately cross that off as a punishment. I don’t want to spark anything too painful, and the way he curls into himself isn’t good.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he exclaims. “Please, don’t leave me. I can behave!”
Shaking my head, I cross the small space between us, pulling him to me completely and wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Shh, Topolino. I wouldn’t leave. Haven’t you figured that out yet?
I will not leave you. Now, I am more than happy to spank your ass and turn it red instead of putting you in a corner. ”
“I don’t want to fuck this up, Daddy,” he mumbles into my chest. “I…I don’t want you to decide I’m too much. I’m not sweet like Allesandro. Or adorable like Lio.”
I make a sound in the back of my throat. My poor Topolino. Always judging himself, always comparing himself to others. How do I make him see the truth?
Sighing, I ease back just slightly and force him to look up at me. Those red-rimmed eyes…it kills me in ways I never thought was possible. But there’s something about him, something that has lodged itself deep inside me. It’s a split between fucking painful and the most pleasurable thing.
“Topolino. You need to listen to me. You are special. Unique. I don’t want everyone to be the same.
I can handle it if you want to be a brat; it just means I get to spank your ass.
I will mark you. I’ll remind you time and time again of your worth.
It’s going to be fucking uncomfortable for you to sit, but I’ll do it because you need to understand.
You are important to me, just as you are.
“I do not need you to be some perfect Second, or a well-behaved Boy. I want you as you are, my geeked out physical therapist with a love of video games who is as messy inside as I am. We match, Topolino, in ways that others may never understand. You bring me comfort.”
“Do…do I really?” The wonder in his voice is too much. It almost kills me.
Growling, I grab him and pull him toward the bed, forcefully bending him over. “You will listen to your Daddy. Now, pants and underwear down.”
His hands shakily go to his waist as he pushes both items down, so his bare ass is on display. Fucking beautiful. And yet, I just know it’ll look even better reddened under my hand.
“Now. Repeat after me.” I draw a deep breath, lifting my hand. “I am worthy.”
I wait for him, but when his voice shakily answers with the quietest “I am worthy” ever, my heart sings. And then I let go, spanking his ass solidly.
“That’s right. You are. And I will brand that onto your skin as much as I need to, until you can say it loudly. Because you are mine. In fact, that’s what I want to hear from you next.” I draw a deep breath, readying myself again. “Tell me you belong to me, just like I belong to you.”
Topolino is a proper name with the way he squeaks that out. So I continue. With each phrase I make him repeat, I spank him in between to drive home how much he means to me.
“I am valid.” Spank.
“I am seen.” Spank.
“I am exactly right the way I am.” That one earns two spanks.
On and on I go, with a litany of reinforcements, until my hand tingles, and his ass is a perfect crimson shade. The words finally get easier for him, even as tears start rolling down his cheeks and sobs catch in his throat occasionally.
“Shh, Benji, shh. I have you. All done. You did so good,” I murmur, praising him as I pet his back, caressing him as he practically melts into the bed, using it to carry his weight instead of his legs.
He mumbles something I can’t make out, and I help him to get up onto the bed to stretch out.
I rummage in the nightstand for cream to help ease the ache in his ass, even though I know he’s going to be happy with those marks.
I make sure to help him undress completely, and then I go about turning everything off.
By the time I’m back to the bed, he’s sprawled out, snoring lightly.
I shake my head, as there's an uncomfortable feeling in my chest warring with the rightness of it all.
With a sigh, I join my Topolino on top of the covers and stretch out.
Closing my eyes, I struggle to fall asleep, until somehow, Benjamin ends up half on me.
There. That’s exactly what I needed. Resting my arms around him, I feel the rest of the stress fall from him, and it takes away mine as well. Because this is what I can give him, and in turn, he gives me the most powerful feeling ever.
Control. Power. It’s nothing compared to the other part of me. The roar of protection. And knowing I alone am what he needs. That is what makes this perfect. That is what he gives me. He fixes something in me that I didn’t even know needed repairing.