I heard the rip of packaging and some fumbling.
“Keep your nose to the wall, or you’ll regret it when it comes time for your spanking,” Jeo warned.
Panting, and also incredibly turned on, I waited, still holding myself open.
Jeo tugged teasingly at my rim before popping out the plug. He ran his thumb over my opening.
“Stretched out and waiting for me,” he said with satisfaction. Before I could even think of a reply, caustic or pleading, his lubed cock slid all the way inside me in one swift shove.
I couldn’t hold back the harsh cry that tore past my lips. The motherfucker was huge, and it hurt, but at the same time, I craved the pain, and Jeo somehow fucking knew that. He’d prepped me enough though. I wasn’t going to rip.
As Jeo began relentlessly pounding me, taking my breath from my lungs and squashing my nose against the wall with every stroke, I struggled to remain in position. I didn’t want my spanking to be too severe, but I also really wanted to be good for him.
“Keep those cheeks spread,” he ordered, and my fingers, which had started slipping as my pleasure mounted, scrambled to obey. Jeo’s former days in porn meant he had terrific stamina, able to keep an erection for thirty minutes or more before coming. Usually that was a good thing, but not so much at the moment. My nose was sore and my neck ached, but neither discomforts was enough to overcome the tingling in my groin as Jeo’s long, fat cock pegged my prostate over and over again. My own cock stuck out stiff between my legs.
“Do not come,” Jeo warned, then gentled his voice and said, “You feel so good. Daddy’s boy.” The words washed over me, healing the hurt. He reached around and tugged at the rings in my nipples, making me gasp.
“Baby throws a tantrum, he has to be punished.” Jeo slammed into me hard. “But I think my boy knew that to begin with, didn’t he?”
I gasped when Jeo’s hand encircled my throat while his other arm wrapped around my chest. He lifted me off my feet and away from the wall, holding me like a doll while he fucked into me with powerful strokes of his hips.
By the time he came with a strangled cry, I was half out of my mind, body lit with desire and so close to coming I could barely hold back. Jeo helped me to straighten up and stretch my sore muscles.
As uncomfortable as the whole ordeal had been, I realized I felt better, and when Jeo sagged into the desk chair, chest heaving, and motioned for me to get over his knee, I didn’t hesitate or complain.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jeo
Nick lay beside me in bed, freshly showered, ass spanked red, with a tiny smile curling his lips as he slept.
He’d been hurt beyond measure by his father and cousin. Out of control. It hadn’t really come as a surprise to me. I knew Nick had a temper—had seen it firsthand on those mornings at the clubhouse when he’d tried to rouse me from bed and I’d been uncooperative. The kid longed to be taken in hand, and Richy Royce hadn’t been able to give him what he needed.
Perhaps due to the long dry spell I’d had the past year, sex with Nick was fucking phenomenal. I couldn’t remember the last time it had been that good with someone. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I was pretty sure he couldn’t get enough of me. Dominating him made my head spin with lust, and when he called me Daddy, it was like a shot of testosterone to the balls. I’d tried a lot of kinks in my life, but this one seemed like more somehow. Taking care of Nick felt right.
What that meant, I didn’t know.
Nick murmured in his sleep, mouth pulling down in a moue, and without thought, I leaned over and kissed the frown away. He sighed and nestled into me, fitting perfectly against my body.
“Why are you still awake?” he asked, breath stirring the hairs on my chest.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“The party. Your father.”
Nick stiffened, and I combed my fingers through his thick hair.
“What about him?”
“I get it, Nick. You’re father’s an ass. He ignores you, and you hate it. Anyone would feel the same. I don’t blame you at all for the way you react to him, either. But you’ve gotta make a change because he’s never going to.”
Silence reigned a few moments, then Nick whispered, “You think Julianne’s right? I should stay away?”
“Fuck no,” I said, turning onto my side looking at him. “I think you should do what he does. Pretend he’s not even there.”
“I don’t know if I can.” So much pain showed in Nick eyes, it hurt me to look at him.
I kissed the tip of his nose. “Just try, that’s all. Show you’re the better man. Because you are.”
I decided now would be a good time to employ the little device I’d bought. I switched on the dim lamp by the bed and reached for my knapsack.
“What are you doing?” Nick asked.
“I’ve got a little present for you.”
Nick frowned when he saw the object in my hand.
“Is that a…” He looked up at me, eyes wide.
I grinned. “A cock cage. This will help you curb your impulses. It’ll also remind you your cock is mine.”
I fitted the black silicone onto his cock. I’d ordered a medium and was happy to see it fit well.
“This has a piss hole at the end,” I said as I locked him in. Nick’s bottom lip jutted out, and I laughed. “Don’t pout. Daddy’s just keeping you locked up until morning. Think how good I’ll make you feel when I take it off. Now come lie down with me.”
Nick obeyed, and my dick hardened. He’d accepted my caging his cock. I’d called it mine and he hadn’t argued.
“Daddy?” Nick said, his hand moving to stroke my cock.
“Yes, boy?”
“Can I suck you off?”
I groaned. “You bet, baby.”
Ten minutes later, I went to sleep with a smile on my face, Nick tucked under my arm.
****
“Did Nick like his helmet?” Katy asked, perching on the back of the couch and peering over my shoulder as I went through job listings on the tablet with Mike. Mike was trans, new to New York City, and was struggling to make it without family backup. With the help of a clinic working with Rainbow House, he’d been able to start on testosterone, and he was anxious to get a job so he could begin to save money for his transition.
Katy had been at the center for over a year, having arrived around the time I’d started working there. I’d helped her get a job as a receptionist at a bank, and she was now being trained in the personnel department. I was proud of her.
“He loved it,” I told her. “All those gems knocked him out.”
“Really? I hoped he’d like it, the way you described him to me.”
“He definitely loves anything sparkly.” I stopped scrolling. “What about cleaning a church?” I asked Mike. “It’s part time, but it’s something.”
“I could do that,” Mike said, voice soft. He sat tensely beside me on the couch, hands clenched in his lap. “I’ll do anything but work with food. Too many allergies.”
“Gotcha. Let’s see if we can find anything full time first.” I continued down the list.
“When are you going to bring Nick to meet us?” Katy asked. “I’ll be moving out soon.”
“He’s stopping by at lunch today.” I hadn’t seen him since Sunday morning. The night before had been one of my “on” nights at the center.
“Great! I’ll make sure I’m here. My cab’s outside.” She headed for the door. “Don’t let him leave until I meet him!”
I promised her I wouldn’t.
“Nick your boyfriend?” Mike asked, and I turned to him. Shy pale blue eyes studied me from beneath long auburn lashes.
“Yeah.” I went back to scrolling through the list of jobs.
“Things serious between you two?”
I shrugged. Things between me and Nick felt real, but I had remind myself that we were goofing off. One of these days he was going to call it quits with me. I didn’t wa
nt to say that out loud though.
“I’ve never been with a guy,” Mike said quietly, and I realized he needed to talk more than he needed my help finding a job. I set the tablet on the side table and turned to face him.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.”
“Plenty of time,” I said. “Look at me, I’m an old man over forty and still haven’t settled down.”
“Why haven’t you?”
I winked at him. “Too busy having fun.” Yeah. Right. That used to be true. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. “Do you want to meet someone?”
Mike looked around the room as though measuring it somehow.
“I feel safe here. It’s been a while since I felt that. I think—I think I might be ready soon, but not yet.”
“Well, when you’re ready, say the word. I know all the fun places to go.”
Mike’s naturally light skin turned pink. “I don’t think that’s for me.”
“What, having fun?” I grinned at him. “I’m not suggesting a BDSM club, man. I just meant I know some hangouts where you can have a drink and chat with some like-minded people. Or dance, if you like doing that.”
“Oh.” Mike turned even redder. “Sorry. I thought you might be into, uh, wilder stuff.”
“I see my rep precedes me.”
Suddenly, he was looking everywhere but at me. “I might have gone on the Hard Time site a few times.”
I nudged him with my elbow. “Yeah? How was my performance?”
Mike’s face now resembled a very ripe tomato. “Uh, good. You did…good.”
I laughed. “Sorry. I’m just teasing you.”
Mike raised his eyes. “Can I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“Is your—I mean, uh, you know, is it real?”
He’d lost me. “Is what real?”
“Your…your cock.” He whispered the word like we were in church. I held back a laugh. This guy was something else. Where had he said he was from? Bumblefuck, Iowa, or something like that.
“Are you asking me if they CGI’d my dick? Nah, it’s one hundred percent me.”
Mike’s eyes widened. “But it’s huge!” His gaze wandered to my crotch as though he couldn’t help himself before he jerked it away again, the tips of his ears blazing red.
“Yeah, it’s pretty big,” I said. “Although I heard about this guy who has one eighteen and a half inches long. Mine’s just twelve, and luckily, I’m a grower. I don’t have to get special pants made or anything.”
The front door opened and Matteo walked in.
“Hey, man,” I said, standing and giving him a hug punctuated by a couple of back slaps. “What’re you doing here?”
“Had to take my laptop to this guy a block over. Fan in it broke. I thought I’d stop by and say hello.” He turned to Mike and smiled.
“Glad you did. Matteo, this is Mike. Mike, this is my brother, Matteo.”
Mike glanced between us before shyly shaking Matteo’s hand. We probably could pass for brothers, but I clarified, “Club brothers. As in motorcycle club.”
Mike’s eyes got round like he’d never seen a motorcycle or anyone who rode one. “Really?”
Matteo chuckled, obviously entertained by the hayseed. “Yeah.”
The door opened again, and this time Nick walked in.
“Hey. You’re early.” Without thinking, I pulled him in for a kiss. Weird how quickly I’d gotten into the boyfriend thing.
“Cane and Tony had a business lunch, so I figured I’d head on over here.”
I introduced Nick to Mike, who, probably overwhelmed, immediately after excused himself to go to his room.
“Looking good, Nick,” Matteo said, glancing over my boyfriend appreciatively.
Nick wore a short navy and white skirt and a white T-shirt with striped socks and tennis shoes. He wasn’t real tall—about five seven or eight—but he had long, well-toned legs that looked fabulous in anything short, and my cock plumped just thinking about what was under that flirty little skirt, as well as remembering how I’d taken the silicone cage off and sucked him dry the other morning after having him fix me breakfast naked.
“Anytime, big guy,” I heard Nick say to Matteo, and I frowned.
“Anytime what?”
“Weren’t you paying attention?” Nick asked.
Matteo chuckled and slugged me in the arm. “I gotta go. See you later.” He left before I could say anything.
“He’s such a great guy,” Nick said. “Why doesn’t he have a boyfriend? He’s gay, right?”
“Anytime what?” I repeated, and Nick rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen, ass swaying. I followed.
“Yeah, Matteo’s gay. He hasn’t had anyone regular in a few years, but he gets around.”
When Nick opened the refrigerator and bent over, my cock throbbed.
“Soda or juice?” Nick asked me over his shoulder.
“Juice,” I said. “Are you going to fucking answer me?”
Nick sighed. “Matteo said he wanted to take a look at my apartment.”
“What the hell would he want to do that for?” Dark jealously came out of nowhere, narrowing my vision and sending my blood pressure through the roof.
Nick chose a can of Sprite and perched on a stool, watching me with amusement. I turned and started to angrily gather what I needed to make lasagna.
“I don’t know—I figured he was thinking about getting one.”
“How would he afford that?” I asked.
“I don’t know. What’s up with you?” Nick asked, sounding both confused and annoyed.
I sighed. What was up with me? I hadn’t liked the way Matteo had looked at Nick, for one. And the thought of pretty-boy Matteo living in the same building as my boyfriend didn’t make me happy either. I pushed all that out of my mind, telling myself I needed to get a grip.
“Nothing. Sorry. You okay with lasagna?”
“Wow, fancy,” Nick said, smiling at me. “I figured you’d just slap together some sandwiches.”
“Well, it might interest you to know I’ve learned a few things about cooking this past year. We had a resident who was really patient with me, even after I burned through three pots. I finally got the hang of it.”
“You didn’t have to cook for your brothers back in Brazil? You said you looked after them.”
“My younger brother Bernardo usually did the cooking. I worked.”
“Oh.” Nick was quiet a moment while I put the water on to boil, then said, “That must have been hard on you.”
I shrugged. “It was what it was.”
“Do you ever see your brothers now? How many are there?”
“Three, and no. I haven’t seen any of them in years. They’re still in Brazil. I used to send them money, but now all of them have good jobs. Two of them are married with families.”
“You must miss them,” Nick said.
I turned and leaned against the cabinet. “The club’s my family now.”
We studied one another. I wanted to ask him how he felt today, but I didn’t want to put him back in that crazy head space he’d been in after his grandmother’s party. He looked really good. Rested and happy.
Nick peered at me over the rim of the can, eyes following my movements as I pushed off the counter and went to stand beside him. When I leaned in and kissed him, gently stroking my tongue over his lips until he opened them for me, he moaned. I hadn’t meant the kiss to heat up so fast, but it went from zero to ninety in a matter of seconds. My hand wandered under his little skirt, and I ran my thumb along the swell of his cock in the boy shorts he was wearing.
“Daddy,” Nick murmured, barely audible, and something swelled inside me.
“Yeah, I’m your Daddy.” I pulled Nick’s head back by the hair. “You remember that boy. You remember who can turn you inside out.” I kissed him hard, biting at his lips before practically choking him with my tongue. Nick arched his back and spread his legs, cock twitching under m
y fingers. “You want it bad, don’t you boy? Don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Eventually.” I pinched the tip of his cock, and Nick let out a squeal. I was being an asshole, but I couldn’t help myself. Matteo’s attention had pissed me off, and dammit, Nick was mine.
So, I was surprised to see the searing desire in Nick’s eyes when I pulled back. He was panting, his nipples hard under his shirt. I fingered them and softened my tone.
“Where are your little rings, baby? You know how much Daddy loves to tug on them with his teeth.”
Nick swallowed, eyes large and lips reddened from my kisses. He didn’t look like he could string a sentence together, much less coherently answer my question.
When I heard the hiss of water boiling over, I turned away, smirking at Nick’s little mewl of complaint. God, he’d been eager when I’d pulled the cage off Sunday morning. He’d practically drowned me in his cum.
I adjusted myself and put the lasagna noodles into the water, feeling Nick’s heated gaze on my back the whole time. Or maybe on my ass.
“I don’t think I ever saw you cooking at the clubhouse,” Nick said after a few moments, voice sounding like it had been dragged over a cheese grater.
“I just told you I burned water,” I said, turning on the oven. I began putting together the sauce for the lasagna. I heard Nick hop off the stool and the freezer opening.
“Oh, good. You have garlic bread. We can’t eat lasagna without that.”
“You can put together the salad if you want,” I said, and he happily went about it, washing lettuce, carrots, and cucumber before chopping them up in a big bowl, occasionally sending me meaningful little glances that kept my cock hard. Soon the whole place smelled like good food.
Nick and I were watching TV, waiting for the lasagna to finish cooking, my finger tracing circles around his nipple while he squirmed, when Katy breezed in. Nick jumped when I pinched his bud before moving my hand to the back of the couch, liking the way he looked a little wrecked.
“Something smells really good! I hope you’re going to let me have some, Jeo.” Katy stopped in front of the couch, smiling as she blocked the TV screen.
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