by Onley James
Cal made a helpless sound as Gideon trapped Cal’s arms behind him. He went up on his knees, sliding off Gideon’s cock until only the head remained trapped within Cal’s body, before dropping his weight back down hard enough to steal the breath from both of their lungs.
Fuck. Everything the boy did was perfect. Gideon wasn’t going to last very long. “Yeah, baby. That’s a good boy. If you want Daddy’s cum, you’re gonna have to take it.”
Cal made a noise of frustration, but then he started to move, finding a rhythm that had Gideon’s eyes crossing. His boy looked beautiful like this, head back, lips parted, sweat-slicked muscles straining as he rode Gideon hard. He closed his fist around Cal’s leaking cock, letting the boy fuck himself into it without challenging him.
“Oh, Daddy. Can I come? Your hand feels so good,” Cal cried.
“No, you may not,” Gideon growled against his ear.
Cal sobbed, tears leaking from his eyes as he worked himself harder. “Please? I’m so close. I’m gonna come if you keep touching me.”
“You better not. I don’t want to have to punish you for disobeying me,” Gideon warned, jerking the boy faster.
“That’s not fair,” Cal moaned. “You’re cheating.”
“You can come after I do. If you want to come as bad as you say, then I suggest you work harder.”
Cal whined, no longer bouncing but grinding his hips against Gideon’s, forcing his cock deeper, before swiveling his hips. There was hardly any movement, but pleasure spiked along Gideon’s insides each time Cal moved against him. It was maddening.
Gideon couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved Cal face down into the mattress, gripping his hips as he pistoned himself in and out of his tight channel. The boy gripped the sheets, nonsense falling from his lips as Gideon fucked him hard and fast, concerned only about getting off.
“Oh, God. What are you doing to me?” Cal whined. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come, and you’re not even touching me.”
Then the boy was coming, his body seizing around Gideon like a vice grip, allowing him to feel every spasm. Gideon gave a hoarse shout as his orgasm slammed into him, his hips stuttering as he continued to pump himself in and out of Cal’s body, filling him with his release.
Gideon collapsed on top of Cal, both of them panting and sweaty.
“Fuck,” Cal said.
“Fuck, indeed,” Gideon said, panting hard. “Did you really come untouched?”
“Am I in trouble?” Cal asked, voice contrite.
Gideon laughed, pressing a kiss to the back of Cal’s sweaty neck. “For disobeying me? Oh, yeah.”
Cal sighed dreamily. “Good.”
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that tomorrow.”
Callum shoveled another bite of scrambled egg into his mouth as he scrolled through his Instagram, idly judging the people he used to call his friends as they bragged about their college admissions. Cal had received acceptance letters from seven out of ten schools, four from the ivy leagues and three from his safety schools. Six had offered him academic scholarships. He shared none of that on his own social media. Nobody would care except Bastian, and he already knew Cal had gotten what he’d wanted.
He had yet to reply to any of the schools. Just eight weeks ago, he would have responded to Harvard the moment he received their acceptance letter, but that was before Gideon. Harvard wasn’t across the world. It wasn’t even across the country, but the idea of leaving Gideon, of only seeing him on holidays and summer breaks, left a hollow feeling in his belly. Cal wasn’t going to blow the biggest opportunity of his life for a man —he wasn’t stupid —but he just needed a minute to sit with it. He had time before Harvard needed an answer, but the clock was ticking.
Cal fed Alexa the rest of his bacon, knowing Gideon was in the shower. Alexa wasn’t allowed table scraps or people food, but if they were caught, it was Cal who would receive the punishment, and that was fine by him. He loved his nightly punishments. It was a way to shut the world out, to disappear into himself, into a world where only Cal and Gideon existed, where he lived and died by Gideon’s hand. Often, Gideon spanked him with his bare hands. That was Cal’s favorite.
The sharp bite of Gideon’s slap, the soothing way he’d rub the spot before his hand came down once more. The way Gideon would often slick his fingers when the punishment was over and fuck into Cal until he was crying and begging for release. Sometimes, Cal was allowed to come. Other times, Gideon would force his cock into Cal’s mouth until he was coated in Gideon’s cum. Cal liked that too, being forced to sleep with Gideon’s cum dried and flaking on his skin. It made him feel wanted. Owned. Safe.
Cal bit back a smile as he grabbed Alexa’s leash and snapped it to the dog’s collar. He waved to the security guard at the back exit beside the parking garage. Darryl… Or maybe it was Derrick? He was new, and they’d had little interaction. It didn’t really matter, Cal supposed, but it was nice to feel like the loft was his home, like the staff knew he belonged there.
He wandered the empty lot beside the building while Alexa did her business, hoping to make it back in time to maybe join Gideon in the shower. It was Sunday, and even though Cal was sore from the rough fuck he and Gideon had when they’d returned from the bar, he wanted Gideon’s touch… He craved it.
Suddenly, there was a chime from his phone indicating he had a new email. Harvard. He hadn’t expected another email so soon, but Cal didn’t really know how it worked. He imagined he’d be receiving many emails over the next few months concerning his scholarships, major, room assignments, and so many other things Cal probably hadn’t even thought of, but he’d assumed they’d all come only after he’d sent his acceptance.
He waited until he was back inside with Alexa curled up in her cozy dog bed before he logged into his account. He frowned at the title of the email. Change of Status.
Dear Mr. Whyte,
It has come to our attention that you have been investigated and found guilty in an honor code violation while attending Roosevelt Preparatory School for Boys. Per the school’s academic administrator, Evelyn Abernathy, the school’s private proctor, Douglas Shea, states that he received payment in exchange for taking your SAT exams for you in November of 2019 after you were given special arrangements following a personal leave of absence. In light of this egregious violation, the College Board has voided your scores and we can no longer consider them when reviewing your application. Given the severity of these charges and our inability to use your scores, we have no choice but to rescind your acceptance and scholarship offer. Our decision is final and no appeals process is available at this time.
Thank you,
Joyce Wiley
Dean of Admissions
Cal’s phone fell from his hands, his face flushing as he blinked back tears of rage. He looked towards the bedroom, part of him wanting to run to Gideon and the other part too humiliated to even want to have to speak the words out loud. How long before the other schools sent their rejections? How had they done this? Gideon couldn’t have known about it… Of course, he didn’t. But how had Abernathy gotten around him? Why?
Why did they all hate him so fucking much?
Hot tears tracked down his flushed cheeks. His whole body was on fire, his heart hammering in his chest hard enough to make him worry he might actually have a heart attack. He sniffled, swiping at his cheeks, as he paced the living room. He should have known. It was his fault, really. He should have known they were just setting him up, giving him the illusion that he could have something he’d worked so hard for before they ripped it all away from him. He wanted to punch something, smash something, blow something up. Anything to help alleviate the anguish that stole his breath and made his blood rush in his ears.
He picked up his plate and hurled it across the room, shouting his fury. Alexa gave a startled yelp, cowering against the wall.
Gideon came running from the shower, naked and sopping wet, his hair soapy. He scanned the room, seemingly looking ar
ound for whatever had caused Cal to scream. His gaze landed on the mess on the kitchen floor. “Callum?”
“It’s over,” Cal said, falling back into his chair and burying his head in his hands.
Gideon crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of Cal, seemingly unconcerned by his state of undress or the soap in his hair. “What’s going on here?” Cal shook his head, still not willing to look at him. “Callum, talk to me. What’s happened?”
Humiliation stole his voice, but he managed to whisper, “Harvard rescinded my acceptance. They claim I cheated on my SATs.”
“What?” Gideon asked.
Cal just handed him the phone and pushed away from the table, going back to pacing to keep from crawling out of his skin. Gideon took a moment to read the email and then stood. He took Cal by the hand and led him into the bathroom, sitting him on the closed toilet seat. “Don’t move,” he ordered.
Cal sat, staring at his hands, as Gideon quickly finished his shower and dried off, wrapping his towel around his body before leading Cal through the loft to the bed and forcing him to sit as he quickly pulled on athletic shorts and a blue hoodie. “Who is Douglas Shea?”
“He’s the man who proctored my SAT exam.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, I missed our school’s SAT exam because I was forced to stand by as a character witness for my father’s bail hearing.”
“Surely, you could have taken the exam on a different date at a different school?”
“They offered to let me take the exam one on one because I was having panic attacks. It was the guidance counselor’s idea.”
“The guidance counselor they fired in December?” Gideon asked.
Cal nodded. “It didn’t seem like a big deal. Tons of students in the school take all their tests one on one. Shea works at the school just for that.”
“What do you mean tons of students do it?” Gideon pressed.
Cal’s head pounded, his eyes burning from his tears. “Kids’ parents get them put on an independent learning plan so they can get one on one attention and extra time on tests. They also get tutors and all kinds of things, so they are virtually guaranteed to get accepted into the ivys.”
Gideon shook his head. “Did your father have you on one of these plans?”
“What? No!” Cal cried. “My dad didn’t give enough of a shit about me to even notice I was in school. In four years, he never once turned up to my lacrosse games, and I’ve been on the starting line since freshman year.”
“It’s going to be alright. I’m going to take care of this.”
Cal snorted. “There’s no appeals process. I’m fucked. It’s over. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the schools rescind my acceptance offers. I’ll be lucky if I can even get into a community college after this. They’ve convicted me of an honor code violation. I’m done. They’ve won. I should have just left school when they tried to kick me out. At least I would have had a chance.”
“Callum, stop,” Gideon commanded, gripping Cal’s wrists until the pain caused him to suck in a startled breath. “Listen to me. I’m going to fix this. I will not allow these bullies to ruin your life simply because they don’t like your father. I will blow up their world before I let them get away with this. Do you hear me?”
Cal wanted to believe him but it seemed impossible to fix. Cal’s father had been ruining his life for as long as he could remember, so it seemed inevitable that he would somehow take this away from him too. He could feel himself shaking, but he couldn’t stop. It was all just too much. He was overwhelmed. He couldn’t shut it off. “I’m just…scared.”
Gideon gripped Cal’s face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”
Cal’s hands flailed in his lap. “I…”
“Do. You. Trust. Me?” Gideon asked again.
“Yes,” Cal whispered.
“Then trust that I will handle this. Trust that I will always take care of you. Okay?”
Cal nodded. “Okay.”
“Stand up.”
Cal stood without thought. Obeying Gideon’s orders came as naturally as breathing.
“Remove your clothes.” The knot in Cal’s chest loosened. He stripped, letting his clothing fall to the floor. Gideon opened the box in the closet. “Turn around.”
Cal turned to face the bed, shivering as cool leather encircled his throat. Gideon’s BABY BOY collar. He captured Cal’s arms behind his back, and steel closed tight around his wrists. Cal’s heart sped up, but this time, it was for an entirely different reason. Gideon had never restrained him before.
When a blindfold fell over Cal’s eyes, Gideon barked, “Color?”
“Green, Daddy,” Cal managed, breathless.
“I’m going to cover your ears. You won’t be able to see or hear or move. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you want to stop, what do you say?”
“Red, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Get on the bed, on your stomach.” Cal crawled awkwardly onto the bed before collapsing onto his belly. “Open your legs.”
Cal did as he was told, his problems from just moments ago fading away as he was forced to concentrate on following Gideon’s commands. He put something between Cal’s legs, securing it at his ankles, ensuring he couldn’t close them. He was already getting hard. Gideon suddenly straddled his hips, still fully clothed. He leaned over Cal, pressing soft kisses to his hairline, his cheek, his eyebrow. “This is about letting go. Do you understand? This is about just trusting me and letting me give you what you need. Okay?”
Cal took a deep breath and let it out, forcing himself to let go of everything but what was happening right then. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Gideon crooned.
Soft headphones covered Cal’s ears, and then he plummeted into a dark void. There was no light and no sound but Cal’s own harsh breathing. As Gideon’s weight disappeared from on top of him, he gasped, tempted to beg him to come back. It was disorienting, like he was floating in deep space. It was peaceful but also unfamiliar.
Seconds ticked by, or maybe minutes. But just when panic might have set in, something soft stroked along Cal’s spine, causing goosebumps to erupt along his flesh. Cal couldn’t imagine what it was. A feather? A silk cord? Gideon stroked it along his ass, between his thighs, over his balls, and then it was gone and there was nothing. Cal could only sit and wait, not sure what came next.
He cried out as Gideon’s teeth sank into his ass cheek, not so much because it hurt but because he wasn’t expecting it. Gideon’s soft tongue soothed over the bite before moving on to another spot. It was like Gideon was everywhere and nowhere. One minute, he was kissing the back of Cal’s neck, the next, he was biting at his hip, scraping his blunt nails down Cal’s back, skating his tongue along Cal’s balls, before the sharp sting of leather kissed his thighs, making him cry out.
It made Cal crazy but also had him humping himself against the comforter, seeking relief for his throbbing cock, trapped between his stomach and the mattress. Gideon yanked Cal’s hips upward, keeping him from doing anything to relieve the ache, ignoring Cal’s frustrated whines.
Gideon seemed to enjoy confusing Cal’s senses, kissing along the backs of his knees only to drag blunt nails over Cal’s calves before biting his instep, before disappearing altogether, making Cal feel like he was being tormented by some phantom spirit. Cal waited, every cell in his body on alert, unable to think of anything but what might come next.
Cal cried out as three hard smacks fell across his bottom, but then Gideon was palming the wounded globes of his ass, spreading him wide. Cal moaned long and low as Gideon’s soft tongue suddenly probed at his hole, licking and sucking, nibbling the flesh, only to disappear before Cal could arch into the contact.
“Please,” Cal whined. “Please, Daddy?”
The mattress shifted beside Cal’s head, and then suddenly, the blunt tip of Gideon’s cock was rubbing against Cal’s lips. The position was awkward w
ith his lower half pressed into the mattress, but when Gideon fisted Cal’s hair and fed him his cock, he opened up for him, sucking greedily as Gideon fucked into his mouth with short, shallow thrusts.
Was Cal doing a good job? Was Gideon happy? Cal wasn’t used to not hearing Gideon’s voice, not hearing his continuous praise. Without Gideon’s voice, it could be anybody using him. A momentary panic settled over him but then dissipated, like waves rushing away from the shore. He knew Gideon’s scent, his taste, the heavy weight of his cock in his mouth, the way he tugged just hard enough when he gripped Cal’s hair.
Once more, Gideon disappeared, leaving Cal reeling. He whimpered as cold gel dribbled between his ass cheeks. A thick finger massaged Cal’s hole, teasing but not pressing in. He pushed his hips back, but the finger disappeared. Cal made a noise of frustration, but then Gideon gripped Cal’s cock in his slick fist, jerking him as his tongue found his balls. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Daddy…”
Cal’s eyes rolled behind the mask, lost in a perfect dark nothingness where only pleasure lived. It was so easy to just feel with Gideon, to let him take control of his mind and body. He thrust himself into Gideon’s tightened fist mindlessly. If it wasn’t allowed, Gideon would have told him so…except, Cal couldn’t hear him. But he would have found a way to let him know, so it must be okay, right? He whimpered, pumping harder, voice catching on a wail as Gideon’s two fingers pushed inside him, probing him until they found his prostate, pressing hard enough to make Cal’s legs spasm and his toes curl. He couldn’t fight his body’s desperate need to come.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he cried over and over as he came, spilling onto the comforter below before collapsing onto the mattress. Suddenly, the headphones disappeared.
“Shh,” Gideon murmured. “You did so good. Feel better?”
Relief flooded Cal’s system. He did good. “Yes, Daddy.”
The restraints and blindfold disappeared, left in a heap on the side of the bed.