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by Sullivan, Christopher X


  “I just want to be us. I love you so much.” I kissed him.

  “I know. It’s hard to imagine you as obedient and submissive.” He spanked my naked ass. “But you played with me a couple times before. And look, your cock really likes the idea.”

  My cock did like to pretend.

  “Now. Be a good boy and let’s reset. You know what I’m going to do. You know what to call me.”

  “I’m not calling you ‘Daddy’.” He spanked me again. “Quit spanking me!” He spanked me again. “Mark!” He kissed me and I kissed back.

  “Do this for me, babe? Just let go. Let go for me and let’s have some fun.”

  “Just a little bit,” I said, giving in. “We can play, but... but...”

  “But what?” he said gently.

  “But no sex like this,” I said with a small voice. “Okay?”

  “Okay. You call the shots. I’ll boss you around some. You’ll get to feel what it’s like to answer an ad like that. But you’ll always be in control,” he rubbed my shoulders. “You know that... you’ll always be in control.”

  I nodded, then left the bathroom—naked—and waited a few seconds in the dark hallway to collect my thoughts. I gently knocked on the door.

  “Get in here, boy!”

  I opened the door meekly. The lights were on.

  “You kept me waiting,” he said roughly. “Get over here and suck my cock.”

  My eyebrows narrowed—that was not part of the plan. He knew I didn’t like sucking his cock.

  I checked my glare and lowered my head. “Yes sir,” I said. I knelt in front of him and stroked his cock.

  “No hands, boy. Get that pretty mouth on my big, fat cock. Then we’re going to break in that juicy ass. You want to live here, you gotta learn the rules.”

  “Yes sir,” I said. I licked the head of his cock (disgusting). Then I slipped my mouth around the head and swirled my tongue, trying to ignore the pre-cum.

  “Oh yeah,” Mark said. “Babe, that’s so good.”

  I looked up at him with big eyes. When he looked at me, I slid as far down his cock as I could.

  “Oh, fucking hot. We need to do this more often.”

  I popped off his cock. “Is Daddy happy?”

  Mark giggled. “Yeah... ha... Daddy is happy.” He grinned. “Fuck, babe. You are so fucking hawt.”

  “You’re breaking character,” I commented.

  “Whatever. Looks like you’re revved up. Let’s get in bed.”

  I stood up and spanked him. We got in a staring contest. He stood aggressively in front of me, like he was still Daddy.

  “What was that for, boy?” he growled out the side of his mouth. His face was contorted in a snarl.

  “You need to learn not to break character.” I slapped his butt again. “You’ve been a bad boy.”

  Mark broke character again and grinned helplessly. He kissed me and stroked my sides gently. “You are the worst submissive in the history of this planet, space cadet. I’ve taken this ship out of hyperdrive and now you must be punished—on the bed!” We dueled with hugs and kisses until we landed on the bed.

  “That is not my idea of role playing,” I stated. Space talk? I preferred the Daddy talk.

  “Kneel, cadet. With your ass in the air.”

  I arranged my body on the bed. “What is it with you and my butt? Sheesh.”

  “Cheese!” He slapped my butt. “I love this ass.” He bit into the side of my butt.

  “Even with all the stretch marks?”

  “Babe, you hardly notice them head on, only when you bend your legs. And if we got them nice and tan, they would fade like how scars fade on your arms.” He slapped my butt again. “Plus, you’ve got these stretch marks because this butt is so big and juicy.”

  What the fuck! Quit talking about my butt like it’s food.

  “There’s a nudist retreat near my grandparents’ house.”

  “I’m not going to a nudist beach,” I stated. Hopefully it will be cold this weekend instead of unseasonably warm like it was on our camping trip with your family.

  He slapped my butt again. “Bad boy. Time for stage two of your punishment.”

  “Make it quick,” I said.

  “It’s going to be slow and beautiful. I love you so much.” He hopped on my body and nibbled on my neck. “Plus, this way I won’t jump you tomorrow in the middle of the night at my grandparents’ house.”

  “Heaven help us if you do that. I will wake up screaming and your whole family will know what’s going on.”

  “Mmmm...”

  Wait, did he want to do that?

  “Better scream for me now. And scream like we want my whole family to know what’s going on.”

  Yep, he totally would want to do that. He placed his finger (in a condom and with lube) up my hole. He had the dildo ready.

  I closed my eyes and prepared to live outside myself for a few minutes.

  The Lakehouse

  The next morning I woke Mark earlier than he was used to.

  “Grrrr,” he growled at me.

  “Captain,” I said. “Your space cadet needs help landing on a new planet.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” he grumbled. “How can you be so chipper in the morning?” He took the coffee I offered.

  “We’ve got to go save Melanie from her unplanned invasion of Planet Nerd. Then we need to jet up the coast to your father’s party.”

  “Melanie can handle herself. Fuck. I’m going back to bed.” He slammed his head into the pillow to make his point. I should have filled his pillow with bricks—that would have taught him a lesson.

  “I told her we would get breakfast together.”

  “Call her and tell her you lied. Shit! Why do you have to go make plans without my consent.”

  “You were literally right there the entire time,” I stated. He grumbled under his breath. “What was that?”

  “I said ‘you need to let some things go’.” He wiped his eyes. “What was it I told you about getting me up before nine?”

  “Babe, it’s 9:09.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “You wish,” I teased. I jumped on him and cuddled. “Come on, Cuddle Bear. Time to get up.”

  “Noooo,” he moaned. “I’m Grumpy Bear. Hear me roar.” He clawed at my clothes. We kissed. “You already brushed your teeth?”

  “Mouthwash. And I put my contacts in and I did a lot of writing.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s get going.”

  “Stay here... I want my Cuddle Bunny.” We cuddled for a few minutes until I felt him falling asleep again. I bit his ear. “Ahh! Okay, I’m up.” His head twisted violently. “You never let a guy sleep in!”

  “Not if we have somewhere to be!” I joyfully hopped off the bed. Mark tumbled out of the sheets, naked and oily. I pushed him into the shower. We were out of the building by 9:30, which I considered a huge achievement. I drove because Mark was so ‘tired’. He did his hair in the car mirror.

  We walked into my apartment and were assaulted by the smells of breakfast. “There you are... lazy bums,” Melanie cackled from the table. “I thought you forgot me.”

  “I wouldn’t do that to Suhail,” I said. Nick was also at the breakfast table with Melanie smashed in the middle.

  Melanie returned to the story we had interrupted: “But, as I was saying, then we had the guys streak across campus. None of the other girls joined me, but they’re all pussies.”

  “But you got caught,” Nick said. “So they were right not to go.”

  “The guys got caught; I talked my way out of it.”

  “Sure, talked,” Suhail said. Melanie punched him in his bony arm. He didn’t wince, but that had to have hurt.

  “What’s for breakfast?” Mark asked.

  “I made egg bake,” Mel answered. “Best breakfast Suhail ever had.”

  “It’s better than I thought when you said we were mixing bread and sausage and egg and cheese.”

  “And I put fried po
tatoes as a crust on that half.” She pointed to the half of the pan that was empty.

  “I love the hash crust,” Mark said. “But damn, Chris can’t eat that, can you babe?”

  “I could try some.”

  “No. Let’s not risk it. I want you spry and happy for when we get to the Lakehouse.”

  Melanie extracted herself from her two admirers like she was used to leaving guys with broken hearts. “Last night was real. Thanks for the good time. I needed that.”

  “Stop by anytime,” Suhail said, formally.

  “Fuck off, Nerd. If you want to get your ass kicked in Call of Duty again, then send me a text.”

  “Your sister is the bomb at first-person shooters,” Nick said as he continued fawning over Melanie.

  “I thought you were going out last night?” I asked, wondering why Nick would play video games on a Friday night.

  “I texted and said Mel was staying over,” Suhail offered sheepishly.

  “I’ve had these two dweebs fighting over me ever since. I had a great time.” Melanie grinned. She was wearing one of the outfits Mark bought her yesterday that covered her neck and had sleeves down to her elbows.

  We left the apartment and Suhail walked us to the stairs, which I thought was hilarious because Melanie quipped at him the entire time. Poor Suhail.

  “Drop me off at your place,” Mel commanded.

  “You don’t want to sit with us while we find something to eat?” Mark asked.

  “I can only take so much mush in one day, and I’m sure to get a huge dose of it tonight. So no. I’m going to head out early and leave the morning to you two.”

  We helped her load her stuff in the Mini after we parked in the garage. She gave both of us hugs and thanked us with one of her charming smiles—so freakishly similar to Mark’s. I held Mark’s hand as we walked the mile back to my car, which we picked up and parked it in the spot Melanie had used for the past two nights.

  “Where to?” Mark asked.

  “Let’s just make eggs.”

  “Let’s go to Three Bars.”

  “Three Bars is a bar.”

  “Not the middle floor. They have brunch on the weekends.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Let me call Wang.”

  We went to Three Bars and sat on the porch of the second floor restaurant, which had a buffet and food I could eat. Wang came down from his apartment and joined us. We chatted pleasantly. Wang had been a nicer guy since Mark laid down the law and made it clear that he was no longer hooking up. Before Mark was off the market, Wang saw me as a threat and as competition (though I was completely unaware of how serious this was). Wang used to be passive aggressive and moody around me, but now that Mark and I were a couple, he had turned into a very good friend. We saw him at the Ugly Rhino occasionally and I even danced with him once (when Mark was dancing with Devon right next to me).

  We finished our meal, got home and packed for the weekend. Mark initially packed one change of clothes—I told him to take two in case we stayed a second night. Mark called me paranoid, but he caved. It was easier to cave than it was to fight my little quirks.

  Mark drove us up into Wisconsin. I had packed my book for Gabby and Caleb—it still wasn’t perfect, but it was almost finished. I asked Mark what he got for his father’s birthday.

  Nothing.

  “Stop in that convenience store and find a birthday card.”

  “No.”

  “Mark.”

  “Chris.”

  “Get him a damn card!”

  “He doesn’t get me anything! Why the fuck should I get him something!”

  “Stop the car and I will get him a card. You can put your name on it if you want.” I bought three cards.

  “What are the other two for?”

  “One is to thank your mother for inviting me and the other is for your grandparents for letting me sleep in their house and eat their food.”

  “Fuck. I invited you. And if they didn’t feed you, I would never go back!”

  “Oh my God! You don’t know how to do anything! How did you get by before me?” I used my pen to write a vigorous birthday wish to his father. “Do you want to add your name or not? You get the lotto tickets like I said?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “My dad doesn’t gamble.”

  “Well fuck. Say they’re from me.” I was grumpy. And nervous. I shouldn’t have been nervous. I had met just about all of Mark’s family. But I hadn’t been introduced to any of them as Mark’s boyfriend. Keegan, Denise and Mark’s parents had all known me before the big conversion. “I’ve never been introduced as your boyfriend before.”

  “Yes you have.”

  “Not to your family.”

  “Yes you have.”

  “Not while I was aware that I was your boyfriend.”

  “Yes, you have.... Don’t you remember how you met Melanie?”

  “Oh yeah. I guess you’re right.”

  “I guess you’re right,” he mocked. “I’m allowed to be right some of the time.”

  “Yeah. It’s always a surprise though.”

  “Fuck you!” He ruffled my hair and I laughed. We drove the rest of the way with the top down and our sweaters on. Mark had almost forced me to pack my orange pants after I gave him a hard time about only packing one shirt. Thank goodness it was so easy to get him to agree with me—the pants stayed behind.

  “Aren’t you going to do your typing?”

  “I did some this morning. Thought I’d take it easy. Maybe do some before bed.” I grinned. It was the perfect weather for a peaceful ride. I always liked the beginning of fall.

  “The leaves are starting to change.”

  “Yep. It’s beautiful.”

  We drove along the scenic, historic route instead of the highway. I did eventually do a few minutes of typing, in preparation for the next day’s work.

  We pulled into the Lakehouse driveway.

  Let me tell you... you have not pulled into a driveway until you have visited the Lakehouse. Ho-ly Shit. I had assumed the ‘lake house’ was built on an inland lake somewhere. Nope. I had assumed the ‘lake house’ was like every other lake house I had seen—glorified cottages. I once worked with my dad as he transformed a cottage on the Lake into a giant mansion—that was back before my family moved to the city.

  The Lakehouse was bigger than that house my dad had worked on, and I considered that house (with three stories and three garage bays) to be a mansion. The Lakehouse was a mansion on steroids.

  “Wow.” I gaped at the building.

  “It’s something, isn’t it.”

  “I knew your family had money, but shit.”

  “It all comes from my grandpa. He has patents and shit. And then my uncle was a CEO for the company that my grandpa founded. So... yeah. It all stayed in the family.”

  “I’d say.” I took in the stunning architecture. The house had two distinct wings. “Is that what you’re getting your Master’s for? To go in the family business?”

  Mark didn’t answer. I watched him curiously. His face was set in stone. I grabbed his hand.

  “Do you want to be here?” I asked.

  “Yes. Of course. Fuck. I’ve heard that question everyday of my life when I was a kid. Keegan was already Mr. Science at that point, so it was down to me to be the business genius.”

  “Sorry I asked.”

  “Don’t be. You know I don’t have many fond memories with my father. I have no idea how you worked with yours for so long. I would have killed my dad. Honest to God. I would have killed him.”

  “You’ve got to learn to let some things go.”

  “Fuck you. Quit throwing my words back in my face.” We hopped out of the car, but left our bags in the trunk.

  I continued the conversation: “It wasn’t hard to work with my dad, but it wasn’t easy. My dad wants to talk, talk, talk, talk, talk... all the time. Small talk, stupid talk. All kinds of talk.”

  “I li
ke to talk.”

  “Yeah. But I like listening to you. He was annoying. Eventually I just stopped talking back. Half the time he only wanted me there for someone to talk to. I don’t think he liked being in charge of his own business.”

  “He didn’t like being a boss?”

  “Oh, he liked bossing people around. He would just stand there and tell me what to do... and I’m like, Dad, you are literally standing there and doing nothing. But he also wanted to be everyone’s friend. And you can’t do that when you’re the boss.”

  “Nope.”

  We walked up the porch. “Wow. Look. All of this siding is cedar shake. That’s so much upkeep.”

  “Babe. Stay focused. And—er—focused on the task at hand.”

  “I am.” Wow. Teak Adirondack furniture.

  “Whatever you do, don’t start counting the siding.”

  “I’m not that bad.”

  We walked through the door and were immediately overwhelmed by the cacophony of voices.

  “When you get nervous, you get weird. I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

  “I know. Remember that time in the club when I needed space and you freaked out?”

  “I didn’t freak out. I thought I’d lost you. Shit, I forgot about that. I don’t want to remember that.”

  I held his hand. “You were looking out for me even back then.”

  “Of course.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Let’s go knock ‘em dead. Little do they know, I brought The Bedazzler with me.”

  “That’s a horrible pet name. You have all these names for me, but I don’t have any for you.”

  “Just Mark,” he said with a sad puppy dog look.

  “Just Mark.” I made a sad face back and we laughed at our silliness. “Wow, look at that table!”

  “Babe. We can look at the table later. Let’s go meet the people first.”

  Melanie was in the stairwell by the front door. “Of course I would be the first to see you,” she said. “You two are really annoying, you know that? Keep all the flirting in the bedroom.”

  Mark smiled and hugged me so hard that I squealed and hit him. “So none of this?” he asked.

  Melanie laughed. The three of us walked into the middle of the house, then into the kitchen. Keegan was talking to two men I didn’t recognize so we made our way to them. I could see Gabby and Caleb playing in the yard with other kids.

 

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