by Brina Brady
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Tell me.”
“Bed.” Darius pointed to the bedroom.
Abel hurried to the bedroom with Darius right behind him.
“Strip,” Darius ordered.
Abel removed his clothes as quickly as he could.
“Kneel in front of me.”
Darius played with one of his gold nipple rings, coaxing it to hardness, then carefully sucked it. Darius delighted in pulling on the rings. Abel moaned as Darius kneaded his chest and stomach muscles, savoring the power he had over him. His cock jutted up and away from his body as Darius toyed with different areas of his defenseless body. He flicked his finger at his nipples, entertaining himself as Abel sucked in his breath with every movement. He hoped Abel would communicate if he didn’t like something or if it hurt him too much. Knowing Abel and how hard he wanted to please, he might hesitate. He’d have to wait and see, and pay attention to his feedback.
“Facedown on the bed.”
Abel followed his order. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You said you wanted me to treat you like my Baby Bear. You were bad because you didn’t tell me about Chaska pinching you when it happened. So that calls for a spanking.”
“Spank me hard, Daddy Darius.”
“Oh, I will. But first let me tell you your safewords. We use the stoplight system. Green is you’re good. If you want me to pause, you can use yellow. If you say red, I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy Darius.”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
“Yes. Hard. I want to feel it.”
Darius removed his clothes and climbed onto the bed between Abel’s legs. He ran his hand along his buttocks and rubbed his body. For at least five minutes, Darius worked over his ass, alternating between pinching, spanking, and massaging his cheeks. Abel writhed under his touch.
Darius placed his hand on the small of Abel’s back. “Stay still. This is a lesson in learning who the boss is around here.”
Abel didn’t budge. Pearly precum bubbled up from the slit of Darius’s cock and dribbled down its length, cooling him. Darius was quite excited that Abel showed an interest in spanking, but he wanted to be sure that Abel really wanted this or if he was just trying to please him. At home, he had several spanking implements, and if Abel was really into this, he’d be happy to teach him.
“Ass out,” Darius ordered.
Abel salvaged enough awareness to jut out his ass. Darius issued a series of stinging blows, and Abel lowered his head, tears slipping from his eyes. After a few minutes, Abel’s cock stiffened further against the sheets. He hadn’t used his safeword, so he should be okay.
“I’m going to fuck you now and make you mine,” Darius said.
Darius smeared lube on the crease in Abel’s ass, then twisted his finger inside. He circled and inserted another finger. After a few minutes spent stretching Abel, Darius put on a condom and pressed his cock into Abel’s tight opening, hard and deep, but abruptly stopped when Abel yelped.
“Hey, do you need more lube, boy?”
“No. Fuck me…please. Fuck me hard,” Abel pleaded.
“I don’t want you hurting.” Darius pulled his cock out, added some more lube inside Abel and onto his condom. He didn’t like the sound of his whimpering, but the boy was begging him to fuck him hard.
Darius held Abel’s hips, pushing his chest against his back, so his ass stuck up in the air. He aimed his cock into Abel’s hole again. So smooth. He’s perfect for me.
“Feel better?”
“Yes, Daddy Darius.”
Darius snapped his hips harder, making Abel pant and sweat.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Abel moaned, trying to push back.
Darius growled, slamming in to the hilt. “Don’t move, boy,” he demanded. He needed to make sure Abel followed directions. Moving around could cause his boy more pain or he could get injured.
Abel whimpered nonstop when Darius stroked his erection. His balls were throbbing. He seemed to like it. He really likes it.
“I love your sweet ass,” Darius moaned.
Darius pushed his hips harder and faster, forcing Abel to jolt forward from his thrusts. Abel screamed with pleasure when Darius hit his prostate. He loved fucking Abel, making him feel good. Abel deserved to enjoy sex.
“Again, there, Daddy Darius,” Abel panted.
Darius hit Abel’s prostate dead on again. “There you go, my Baby Bear. Do you like this?”
Abel nodded frantically, releasing broken moans and panting heavily. He arched his back and blasted his cum onto Darius’s hands. Darius groaned loudly when Abel’s butt muscles tightened and milked his stiff member.
“Fuck, boy,” he growled, flooding the condom.
Abel moaned softly when Darius came. He wrapped his arms around Abel and turned him to face him, holding him tightly for a while.
“I can’t wait until tomorrow,” Darius said.
“I’ve wanted this since you explained it to me. I need you to take care of me, but I didn’t know how to let you. It’s hard for me to trust and let you take over, but I’m going to try my best.”
“I know you will. Let me know when you’re upset immediately.”
“I will.”
After a while, they went to the bathroom. Darius cleaned Abel and himself with a washcloth. They washed their hands together. Then he leaned over and kissed Abel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Abel
The next day Daddy Darius met with the Papa Bears while Abel spent time at Daddy Noah’s cabin with Sammy. Daddy Darius and Daddy Noah told them to stay inside until they returned. Sammy made hot chocolate with whipped cream for them and carried it to the living room.
Sammy threw a few logs into the fireplace, lit a newspaper, then the logs. He collapsed onto the couch beside Abel. He picked up the folded blanket from the coffee table and covered them both. The temperature had dropped to an uncomfortable level. Unfortunately, the cabin floor heaters were only located in the bedrooms and bathrooms. Abel couldn’t imagine how cold it would be in a couple of weeks when it snowed. Although he imagined Daddy Darius would warm him in many delicious ways. He knew it was crazy, but he missed Daddy Darius when he wasn’t spending time with him. He’d have to deal with them being apart during the days and evenings. They worked opposite hours. When Daddy Darius came home, they only had a few hours together before Abel had to go to Boka Boys. How could that work?
“Are you getting excited about your ceremony?” Sammy asked.
Abel nodded. “What if I do something wrong?”
“You won’t. It’s fun, and then you’re going to get all those teddy bears, and everyone will know you belong to Daddy Darius. I’m happy you two got together.”
“Hey, did you get into trouble for smoking pot?” Abel asked.
“Yes.” Sammy rolled his eyes. “Another whipping with Daddy Noah’s belt. I guess you didn’t get into trouble?”
“Daddy Darius disciplined me for something else.”
“He did? For what?”
“I didn’t tell him fast enough something that happened to me, and he was upset about that. I asked him to treat me like his Baby Bear, so he did.”
“What happened to you?”
“Papa Chaska pinched my ass when we walked past him yesterday. I didn’t mention it until we were at the cabin.”
“Wow, they should’ve kicked him out of here.”
“Daddy Darius is going to talk to him about it tomorrow. He was angry at me for not telling him sooner.”
“Oh, that’s a must in our type of relationships. They need to know everything, and I mean everything, even personal things. You have to tell them everything promptly, which means when it happens. It’s a big no-no if you leave them in the dark. It gets really bad for you if someone spills the beans about something you hadn’t mentioned first.”
“I get that part now, but I was afraid Daddy Darius would
have a big fight with Papa Chaska. I didn’t want to be the cause of any fights.”
“Daddy Darius will fight Papa Chaska at some point, and there’s nothing you can do about it. He isn’t going to let Papa Chaska or anyone else touch you. Get used to it.”
“I’m nervous that I might do something wrong today.”
“It’s a fun event. Daddy Darius will say a few words, and you answer his questions. It’s special, and you’ll always remember it. After the ceremony, we have a big steak dinner and cake with ice cream to celebrate.”
“That doesn’t sound too scary, but all those Papa Bears make me nervous.”
An hour later, Daddy Darius and Daddy Noah returned to the cabin to walk them to the ceremony. So many things went through Abel’s mind.
He’s going to be my Papa Bear. He’s going to take care of me, make rules for me, and spank me when I disobey. I’m going to be begging him to strip me and teach me what happens to bad boys. He’s going to make me come over and over.
They entered the lodge’s community room, where the couples were sitting at tables. The four men walked to the front, where they stopped before a table with a red bag and a microphone. Daddy Noah took the microphone.
“I’m so happy to introduce our new Baby Bear, Abel Gardner.” Daddy Noah looked at Abel. “When you become Darius’s Baby Bear, it means you’ll always be in his heart, mind, and care. Wherever you go, the teddy bears will remind you that you’re not alone. You belong to a bigger family outside you two.” Daddy Noah glanced across the room. “Tonight, we’re here to celebrate Papa Bear Darius’s and Baby Bear Abel’s commitment to each other and to welcome our new member to our family.” He turned to both of them. “Congratulations to you both, and we welcome you, Abel, to our family.” Daddy Noah and Sammy hugged Daddy Darius and Abel. “I’ll turn this part over to them.” Daddy Noah handed Daddy Darius the microphone. Then he and Sammy stepped aside.
Abel had never seen Daddy Darius stand so proudly. It meant a lot to him that he was so eager to make him his Baby Bear. No one had ever wanted him with such enthusiasm as Daddy Darius. Abel pushed back his tears of happiness. He’d waited so long for a man who would care for him the way Daddy Darius did. Abel had never expected such an amazing relationship could happen to him. For a long time, Abel didn’t believe he deserved kindness. It was so rare that people showed kindness towards him without a heavy price. Daddy Darius had found him and changed his life. His kindness and care for him had been unexpected. Daddy Darius wanted him, and he wanted to prove it by becoming his Papa Bear. However, his happiness was a bit overshadowed by the fact that he already feared losing Daddy Darius to the next young man who showed his Daddy some interest. He hoped time would prove his fear wrong.
“Abel Gardner.” Daddy Darius snapped him away from his negative thoughts. “I’m asking you to become my Baby Bear. Do you accept me as your Papa Bear?” Daddy Darius asked.
“Daddy Darius, I accept you as my Papa Bear and promise to trust you in all things. Our relationship will always come first,” Abel said into the microphone as he looked into Daddy Darius’s eyes. They sparkled with joy, which pushed away some of his fear and insecurity. They had a bond, quiet and invisible but ever-present between them.
“I accept your promise to trust me in all things, and I promise to commit myself to you, making you the highest priority in my life. Do you accept my promise?” Daddy Darius asked.
“Yes, I accept your promise for my protection and guidance for eternity, Daddy Darius.”
Daddy Noah handed Daddy Darius a long black box. Daddy Darius opened it, and inside, on red velvet, lay a gold chain with a tag. On the tag was etched “Baby Bear Abel belongs to Papa Bear Darius.”
Daddy Darius put the chain around his neck and clasped it. From inside the red bag, he held up a teddy bear. “This is your teddy bear from me.” Abel took it in his arms and held it tight.
Everyone lined up in pairs and offered him a teddy bear, which he placed on the table. Each one was dressed in different colors, but they all had Abel’s name on them, along with the names of their givers. Next, they all hugged him and Daddy Darius except Papa Chaska and Lucas, who for some reason hadn’t attended. Then it was time for dinner, and they all walked to the dining room, where they took their seats at a long table with Sammy beside Abel.
“I can’t believe you’re Daddy Darius’s Baby Bear,” Sammy said and hugged him again.
“Me either. It’s exciting. Are you going home tonight or tomorrow?” Abel felt Daddy Darius’s hand on his knee under the table.
“Tonight. I’m starting to work at the diner early tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then because we have breakfast there.”
When dinner was finished, everyone stood up, but Daddy Darius stayed seated. When Abel rose to his feet, Daddy Darius took his hand and pulled him back down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed his mouth against Abel’s. Daddy Darius showered him with kisses on his lips, jaw, and neck. Where was all this coming from? Abel had never kissed anyone in public.
“I want to play with you without your clothes,” Daddy Darius whispered seductively.
“Maybe.” Abel licked his ear.
“You’re a tease, always playing with my dick. Dance with me, Abel.” Daddy Darius set him on his feet, took his hand, and led him to the dance floor.
He pulled Abel close to him as they swayed to the music. Abel couldn’t miss the scent of his pine cologne, nor could he miss the pressure of Daddy Darius’s erection. It nudged against his through two layers of fabric, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel Daddy Darius’s cock inside him. Abel’s cock swelled to almost painful proportions, and he ground against Daddy Darius. He wanted Daddy Darius to bend him over the table, pull his jeans down to his ankles, and fuck his ass.
Damn, Daddy Darius was hot. Abel’s skin prickled with the heat from rubbing against him. Daddy Darius blew into Abel’s ear and licked the side of his neck. Abel rested his head on Daddy Darius’s chest. This was the best evening in his life. He was sure of it. He finally had a man to take care of him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Darius
They sat in the living room on the couch while they enjoyed their ice cream cones. Abel looked relieved the ceremony was over.
“So, now if you’re bad, I’m going to spank you,” Darius said.
“Oh, really. What would I do that’s bad in your book?”
“If you continue licking your ice cream like that, I’m going to have to punish you for teasing me.”
Of course, that set Abel to licking his ice cream more slowly. Darius cleared his throat and smiled at him. He could see where this was going. Abel would test him until he spanked him, and he didn’t mind one bit.
“I’m happier today than I’ve ever been,” Abel said.
“I feel the same way.”
“Can we do some role-play?” Abel asked.
“What kind of role-play?”
“I want to be your sex slave.”
“Sex slave. Okay. If you don’t like what I do to you or ask you to do, just say red, and I’ll stop immediately. During the scene, you’ll address me as Sir or Master.”
Abel’s expression lit with enthusiasm. “Yes, Sir.”
Darius laughed at how fast Abel picked up the pace of licking his ice cream. Abel’s excitement to play made Darius deliriously happy. His life had been so serious until he had met Abel. Darius was more than ready to have some fun with Abel. The boy was full of surprises.
“Boy, crawl to the bedroom and get naked. Kneel in the middle of the floor, hands behind your back, your head bowed. Keep quiet and think about the ways you can please your master.” Abel displayed a playful innocence yet knew about many sexual activities. Darius knew little about Abel’s past. Abel continuously avoided discussing both his childhood and his previous sexual experience. He’d have to find a way to encourage Abel to discuss it.
“Yes, Sir.”
Af
ter Abel finished his cone, he washed his hands, then dropped onto all fours and crawled to the bedroom.
Darius walked into the bedroom and found Abel in position, as directed. He knelt like a statue, beautiful and so vulnerable. Darius stood above him, enjoying the sight of his Baby Bear. He unzipped his pants, and after taking his cock out, he lifted Abel’s chin.
“Boy, your job is to please your master. You’ll not do anything unless I give you permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like to feel it, boy?” He held his now hard cock. His pretty slave boy didn’t respond immediately. He just stared silently. Abel’s breathing became uneven as he opened his mouth slightly, licking his lips.
“Touch me,” Darius ordered.
Abel touched the head of his cock, then ran his fingers down the shaft, moving down to play with his balls. Abel’s cock expanded, displaying how he felt about their playing.
“Excellent. Follow me to the bathroom.”
Abel rose to his feet and waited at the sink with the sweetest grin on his adorable face.
“Remove my clothes first, then wash me,” Darius said.
Abel slowly unbuttoned his shirt and folded it over the towel rack. He pulled down his slacks, and Darius stepped out of them. Abel then turned the water on and filled the tub. He pulled a bottle of pink bubbles from under the sink. Apparently, Abel had checked out the items Darius had stored there. He poured some of the bubble gel into the tub. Darius stepped into the tub and sat down. The temperature was perfect, and the bubbles covered his lower body. Abel soaped him up, and between washing his hair and scrubbing his back, palmed his cock until he made him crazy.
“You make your master feel so good. Get in and sit between my legs.”
Darius squeezed him around his thin waist and kissed him, on the top of his head, behind his ears, his neck. He then washed every part of Abel he could reach.
“Get on your knees, facing the wall,” Darius commanded. He took the soap bar and rubbed it between Abel’s ass cheeks, lathering his hole up. He stuck his finger in him, moving it around to stretch him. Darius couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed a condom from the ledge and quickly covered his cock.