by Sean Michael
“I’ve had it since high school. I bought it with my first paycheck. I hated my foster mom’s pillows.”
He pulled Stephen to him and hugged him, hating that his boy had felt he had to use his first paycheck to buy one he liked. “What was wrong with the pillows your foster mother provided?”
“They were flat and hard. I love cushy beds. You can tell, right?” His bed here was loaded with pillows and huge comforters.
“Why would anyone want hard pillows? I mean a hard bed I get—some people find it better on their back, but pillows?” Champ shook his head, then gave him a smile. “And I know you’re a hedonist. It’s one of your best qualities.”
“Can I bring my pillows and all? I know they’re silly, but they’re mine.” And he loved them.
“It’s not silly at all. You bring whatever you want. It’s your home, too, remember?”
“I’d like to bring them. They’re bright, soft, warm. They’ll fit on your bed.”
“They will indeed. Did you want to put them in a garbage bag or something to bring them with us?”
“Yeah. I’ll do my clothes the same way. I have enough boxes in the closet for books and art supplies. You want to start pulling the stuff off the walls?” Everything on his walls he’d done or friends had. Of course the best piece was already at Champ’s place, hanging in their bedroom.
“Sure. The movers will have their own boxes, though, so only back up the stuff you want us to take today and not have go into storage.” Champ carefully took stuff off the walls.
“Are you excited? I am. I love the idea of living with someone—not being a roommate, but having a life with someone.” He shoved pillows in a bag.
“I’m thrilled. I’ve never invited anyone into my home before. But now it seems as though it’s been so empty for so long. Missing you without even knowing it.”
“Thank you. This is…” He knew that he was lucky, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it. “I keep waiting to wake up.”
“This is real, boy. Maybe I should tan your ass so the ache acts as a reminder.” Champ looked like he was enjoying the thought.
“Be nice.” He wiggled and grabbed some T-shirts and jeans for another bag.
“I thought I was being very nice.” Champ purred for him. “Or maybe we’ll get you a couple of nipple rings; then you can tug on it every time you aren’t sure things are real.”
“Daddy!” His cock jerked, and he cupped it, rubbing gently.
“Ah, you like that idea.” Champ licked his lips. “I’ll look into getting a piercer to come to the building. See if the boys have any additions they want to make to Marc at the same time.”
Champ eased his hand away from his cock. “No touching. Drop your sweats and bend over the bed. You earned ten.”
“Daddy…”
“Yeah, that’s me, and you touched right in front of me. Rubbed yourself.” Champ waited, one eyebrow raised.
“I didn’t mean to.” He hadn’t even thought, but he was thinking now.
“But you still did—no exceptions, boy. It needs to be ingrained that you don’t touch yourself, so that you don’t do it by accident. Ever. Now strip and bend over—don’t make me say it again.”
“Just ten though.” He eased his sweats down, baring his ass, and leaned over to bury his face in the sheets.
“Yes, just ten. You can count.” Champ rubbed his asscheeks but didn’t spank him yet.
He moaned and nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
Just hurry up.
“Okay. Here we go.” Champ swatted him. Not hard, but it was loud.
“One.” He squeezed his eyes shut.
“One what?” Champ asked.
Huh? Focus. Focus. “One, Sir?”
“I was kind of hoping for Daddy, but I guess Sir will do.” Champ swatted his other asscheek this time, again not hard or harsh, but the sound of flesh meeting flesh made a big sound.
“Oh. Oh, two, Daddy. Two.” It didn’t have to be painful—it was huge.
“Very good, boy. You’re doing very well.” The next hit came, on the other cheek again.
“Three. I need you, Daddy, to remind me not to touch.” He let himself sink into his headspace, let himself melt.
“I know you do. I’ve got the boys on it. Something delicious. But for now let each swat remind you no touching.” The next spank landed, this one a little harder.
“Four, Daddy.” He sank deeper into the mattress and spread his legs.
Champ purred and slid a finger along his crease, rubbing against his hole. “Very good, boy. This is mine. You don’t get to touch.” Another swat followed the words.
“N-no?” He tried to spread wider, expose himself more.
“If you miss a number, it doesn’t get counted, and I’ll add another swat to make up for it at the end,” Champ told him before swatting his other cheek once more.
“Five and six!” He slid one knee up on the bed, so hungry.
“No, boy. You missed five. So this was just five. And don’t forget the Daddy. In case you’re confused, you’ll call this next one six.” The swat came, good and hard and making him rock back into it.
“Daddy! Daddy, no!” Fuck yes. He burned so good.
“We’re still waiting for six, boy.” Champ swatted him again.
“Six, Daddy!” God, he was flying.
“Good boy. Now this…” Champ grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed. “Is mine too. No touching without permission. None.” Another swat landed on his ass, harder than ever.
“Oh fuck, seven. Seven, Daddy. Fuck!” He needed this like breathing.
“Haven’t we had a conversation about swearing too? If not, we should.” Champ swatted him again, full on the middle of his ass this time.
“No! Eight! Eight.” He closed his eyes tight.
“Then we shall have to have that conversation at another time because this is about reminding you that you are not allowed to touch yourself aside from basic necessities without my permission. Because this is mine.” Champ squeezed his cock again before giving him another hard swat.
“Yours. I promise, Daddy. I swear. Nine.”
“That’s right, boy. Every inch is mine and you are not to touch without permission. Even without thinking.” The last swat landed, hard and so very good.
“Ten! Oh fuck. Fuck me.”
“Language, boy!” Champ pushed two fingers into his hole. “Stephen! You’re ready for me!”
That earned him another swat.
“No touching that hole without a punishment. It’s Daddy’s.” Champ finger-fucked him, occasionally pinging off his gland.
He pushed close, his heart slamming in his chest. As Champ’s fingers invaded, he drove down onto them over and over.
“Needy boy. I’ll have to make sure you’re given as much stimulation as you need. All the stimulation you need.”
He wasn’t sure what that meant practically, but he was sure he was into it.
Champ’s fingers disappeared, but before he could cry out in complaint, his Daddy was right there, cock hard and hot against his needy hole. Champ gave him no quarter, slamming into him, driving him out of his mind. Again and again, that thick cock pierced him, hit his gland, made him want to scream.
“More,” he begged. “I want you.”
“I’m right here, boy.” Champ wrapped his fingers around Stephen’s waist and pulled him in, his ass hitting Champ’s hips, making his newly spanked ass burn.
Stephen groaned, bearing down on his dragon, squeezing as hard as he could.
Champ purred for him and moved faster, filling him over and over.
“Love!” He went up on tiptoe, rocking hard.
“Mine,” Champ called back, rolling his hips and changing his angle, finding Stephen’s gland solidly.
He arched, electricity slamming up his spine.
“What are you going to do next time your cock demands attention, boy?” Champ was still thrusting into him vigorously, making it hard to think.
“That’s right. You’re going to come to your Daddy. Or you’re going to call your Daddy. Because this cock belongs to your Daddy.” Champ grabbed his cock again, rubbing it.
“Uh-huh.” He would agree to anything. Anything at all.
“The punishment will be worse next time if you fail,” Champ promised, hitting his gland hard.
He shot, sobbing through the sensation.
“Yes! Yes!” Champ punched in a few more times, then came too, filling him with come.
They rested together on the bed, panting hard, tremors moving through them both. Champ wrapped around him, keeping him warm, making him feel safe and loved.
“Mmm…” It tingled, still, but now the sensation felt less odd and more necessary.
“I love you, boy.” Champ chuckled. “Do you have a plug in here? Do you have toys?”
Stephen blushed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I have a couple…”
Big ones.
“Where? I’m going to come out and you’re going to hold me inside while I get your plug.”
“The wicker basket over there by the closet.”
“Okay.” Champ stroked his sides. “Make sure you don’t lose a drop when I slide out.” Then his Daddy pulled away.
He clenched, his body going tight, his abs hard. “Hurry.”
“I will.” Champ whistled. “Oh, look at these. They are lovely. And large. Very nice.”
“I…” He hid his face in his hands.
Champ chuckled and came back. “I already know you’re a size queen, boy, you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”
“Still…” He liked to think he still had some secrets.
“I brought over the biggest one.”
“Oh god…” The big one challenged him, made him a little dizzy.
“I thought it might be a favorite, and I couldn’t resist. You think you can keep it in while we finish up in here?”
“I don’t know…”
“I do.” Champ’s voice was wicked. “You can. Because you can do anything if you have your mind set to it.” Champ rubbed his ass, making it burn. “And you’ll take it for me.”
He nodded his head, because he would. He’d take it for Champ.
“Let’s get you plugged so you don’t have to continue keeping my seed in on your own. I found a bottle of lube in the same basket.” Champ slicked the plug up. “We’re bringing these toys home to add to our collection.”
That wasn’t a question.
The big head of the plug was set against his hole, Champ putting pressure on it.
It pushed in, the stretch way less than he remembered, and he sighed, exhaling. He guessed maybe he was used to a large stretch now, what with Champ’s sizeable member. “Feels good.”
Good wasn’t a big enough word. Nowhere near big enough.
Champ tapped the base of the plug, moving it inside him, then caressed his ass, making the burn increase.
“Daddy! Be nice!” He stood, taking a few steps away.
“I was being very nice.” Champ patted again, a little harder this time.
“We’re packing…” He turned to hide his ass.
“Well, you’re certainly packing. A very large one at that.”
Stephen blinked, then he began to laugh, good and hard. The wicked sense of humor always surprised him. It delighted him, too, and he smiled as he listened to the joy pouring from his Daddy.
“Silly, wonderful man.” He looked over at his Daddy. “Come on. Let’s do this.”
“Yes, Boss.” Daddy gave him a wink but went back to work on carefully taking the wall art down and packing it up.
He gathered his books and art supplies, surprised as hell at how fast his part of the place emptied out.
“You’re moving to a wonderful home,” Champ reminded him. “Where you are loved and wanted.”
“I am. And my things will fit in okay?”
“Everything you have and want will fit in perfectly—that’s what having a home means.”
He went to get another kiss from Champ, offering his lips in thanks. Champ cupped his face and slowly lowered his head, bringing their mouths together. The kiss started out gentle. He melted against Champ, humming.
“This isn’t getting your stuff together,” Champ noted before diving back for more kissing.
No. No, it wasn’t. And they had to get things in the truck, out of the truck, and unpacked. Dammit.
Champ cupped his ass, making the heavy plug shift inside him. He groaned and moved, his eyes crossing. “Daddy.”
“Just making sure it’s still there.” Champ tapped the base of the plug several times. “I’m glad you have toys of your own. It would have been a shame not to be able to plug my seed inside you.”
“Still tingles, Daddy. So good.” It made his toes curl and made his nipples ache.
“Good.” Champ took another stunning kiss, and when Champ ended it, he found himself leaning toward his Daddy, wanting more. “Let’s get your stuff, boy. We can continue this once we’re home, yeah?”
“Yes. This is scary-exciting, isn’t it? Moving in together?” Probably not for Champ—he was brave, a dragon after all, but Stephen had done it once before and it had been a disaster.
“It is scary-exciting. I’ve never had a mate before. I need to make sure you feel at home, that I make a proper place for you.” Champ smiled. “But every time I look at you and see you glow and it’s more just exciting-exciting.”
“Yes. I’m happy that we’re going home.” And he was happy Marc was going to be downstairs, close.
He gathered the rest of the things that he wanted to have at home, close and then they started carrying boxes and bags down to the truck, the plug inside him driving him mad. Champ knew, too, his Daddy shooting him looks on a regular basis, heat in his gaze.
Finally, they were done, and he stood at the door of the apartment. It didn’t look like he’d ever lived there.
There was stuff left, but nothing important to him, and he didn’t care if it went into storage and he never saw it again. The bags and boxes they had taken to the truck were everything important.
“Ready to go, boy?”
“I am. This part is over. Now it’s a new part.”
“It is indeed.” Champ waited for him to close the door, then took his hand, walking down to the truck with him. Like they were partners.
His heart was pounding—and he was excited as hell, but scared too. What if Champ hated him after a few days?
Stop it. This is bullshit baggage from before. Just stop.
Champ squeezed his hand, then opened the door for him. “You glow, Stephen. Literally. I love you.”
“Thank you.” He eased himself up, groaning as the plug rocked.
Champ gave him a wicked grin. “I’m going to have to figure out how to take the worst roads going home.”
“Stop it. Seriously. Be good.” He chuckled, his cheeks burning.
“Do you think I’m joking?” Champ brushed his fingers against Stephen’s cheek. “Because I’m not.”
“Take us home. We still have to unpack.”
“We might get to the unpacking today.” Champ kissed his cheek before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in. “You might be in great need by then.”
“I might.” He blushed even more. He was going to go out of his mind.
“Uh-huh. You will.” Champ started up the engine and pulled into traffic, aiming the car for one of the many potholes the road boasted.
“Daddy! Don’t you do it!” He couldn’t help laughing.
Champ didn’t listen to him and the wheels bounced over the pothole, jostling the plug inside him.
“You’re so mean…” Stephen groaned, his toes curling. “Damn…”
“I’m just making you need. Is that mean?” Champ hit another pothole.
“Uh-huh. So mean.” He reached over and pinched Champ.
“Stephen!” Champ sounded shocked.
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br /> “It was a love nibble.” He blinked, looking at his lover. “Did I hurt? I didn’t mean to.”
“No, it surprised me.” Champ snorted. “A love nibble. You mean pinch, hmm? Like I said, it surprised me.”
“Oh good. I didn’t want to hurt you. At all.”
“You didn’t, sweet boy.” Champ reassured him, even as he drove the vehicle over another set of potholes, jostling him terribly.
“Daddy!” He was half gasping, half laughing, and this was the sweetest mix of torture and fun ever.
“I couldn’t ask for a better rollercoaster,” Daddy noted, chuckling with him. “And to think, I’ve been annoyed at how slow the city has been in fixing all the potholes this year. I take it all back.”
“You’re the meanest.” Stephen couldn’t stop giggling.
“Oh, I’m sure that I am. Daddy Meanest to you, though.” Champ gave him a wink, then bounced over another pothole.
“Evil Dad-Daddy Meanest!”
Champ only chuckled and turned to add another block to their trip home. The extra road was definitely full of potholes and Champ seemed determined to hit each one.
Stephen leaned forward to relieve the pressure, but that only seemed to make it worse.
Champ reached over and ran a hand along his knee. “You can’t escape my will, boy.”
“It’s no fair…” It was so wild.
“Oh, you didn’t think things were going to be fair, did you?” Champ shook his head. “I’m your Daddy, you’re my boy. Fair has nothing to do with it.”
Stephen was going to explode with pure joy. “Mean.”
“Daddy. It goes with the job.” Champ hit another pothole. “I bet your ass has never been so happy.”
“Not so. You make my ass overjoyed.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Champ chuckled and turned the corner to his apartment. Thank god. “Almost home, boy. And then the fun will begin.”
“Unpacking?” he teased.
“Well, we’re going to unpack something.” Champ’s voice got low and deep, sexy, as he said the words.
“Mmm…” He shivered, and his cock jerked and throbbed.
“Aside from your pillows, everything we packed can wait until I’m finished with you.”
“You want my pillows in your bed?” He loved that idea. It heated him through.
“I do. It’s your bed, too, you know?” Champ hit one last pothole right in front of the apartment building. “And they’re perfect to prop your ass up on.”