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Callum
Callum sped home from work, opening his chat app as soon as he had the door closed behind him. He sent Jack a message, then stripped his clothes off and tucked himself into bed.
DaddyJM: Good morning, kitten.
Callum loved that. He loved that Jack had a pet name for him so soon, and he loved that it wasn’t something like pet, or boy, or darling. Although there was something so elegant and romantic about darling, it didn’t fit him, and it definitely didn’t fit Jack.
CJ1992: Daddy.
DaddyJM: How was work?
CJ1992: The usual. Nothing exciting to report. How was your day? What did you do? Have you slept?
DaddyJM: My day was good. I volunteered at the shelter down the street. Washed some dogs. I didn’t do much, fell asleep on the couch. Went to bed around midnight and woke up just now when you messaged me.
CJ1992: I didn’t mean to wake you up!
DaddyJM: Never apologize for doing something I tell you to do.
CJ1992: Okay, Daddy, sorry. I mean. Ugh. You get it.
DaddyJM: I get it, kitten. Are you tired?
CJ1992: A little. I was excited to come home and talk to you, but once the adrenaline passes I’m sure I’ll knock out.
DaddyJM: I wanted to thank you again, for the video you sent yesterday. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
CJ1992: Did you... you know.
DaddyJM: Repeatedly, kitten. I jerked off watching you, and the sounds you made sent me over the edge.
Callum held his phone against his chest, his heart fluttering wildly at the idea of Jack touching himself and thinking about him even after they’d ended their chat. He’d found his thoughts drifting to Jack more often than not since they’d talked on Saturday morning, but had been surprised to find the thoughts were not all sexual.
His mind kept replaying the way Jack had said he was proud of him, then he’d find himself thinking of how nice it would be to hear words like that whispered into his ear. Someone—Jack’s—hot breath ghosting across his face, telling Callum he was good.
DaddyJM: Do you like that?
CJ1992: So much, Daddy.
DaddyJM: I love when you call me Daddy.
CJ1992: I’ll try to do it more. It’s weird.
DaddyJM: What’s weird about it?
CJ1992: It’s just like, not a normal pet name like baby or honey.
DaddyJM: It’s not a pet name at all. It’s a sign of respect.
CJ1992: Oh.
DaddyJM: Think about that one awhile, kitten. We’ll revisit it later.
CJ1992: Okay.
CJ1992: Okay, Daddy.
DaddyJM: Did you want to go to bed?
CJ1992: I’m in bed.
DaddyJM: Did you want to go to sleep?
CJ1992: I want to come.
DaddyJM: I want to see it. Would you let me watch?
CJ1992: Like last night?
DaddyJM: I want to see your cock, kitten. I want to fuck my fist while I watch you, and I want to tell you how to touch yourself. I want to be the one to make you come.
CJ1992: I can’t do the video chat :( But, God, that sounds hot.
DaddyJM: Why can’t you chat?
CJ1992: My phone won’t load it.
DaddyJM: Use your computer.
CJ1992: I don’t have a computer.
DaddyJM: How do you not have a computer?
CJ1992: I work at a bar? LOL. I make enough to pay my rent. I don’t have a lot of spending money.
DaddyJM: I’ll buy you one.
Callum sat straight up in bed and choked on his spit. Jack had to be insane, or maybe he was a murderer and he didn’t really live in New York. He was just going to get Callum’s address then come axe murder him in his sleep. Maybe this was his plan all along. Lure unsuspecting little gaybies into a sense of comfort with all the sexy, positive affirmation and then WHAM.
CJ1992: You can’t buy me one. You wouldn’t even be able to get it to me if you did.
DaddyJM: I can ship it to you.
CJ1992: I know we’re doing this Daddy thing, but I don’t even know you. I’m not giving you my address right now.
DaddyJM: I don’t need it. Find one on amazon and put it on your wish list, then send it to me. Amazon will ship it straight to you.
CJ1992: Are you serious?
DaddyJM: Serious.
CJ1992: How do you know Amazon does that? You buying a lot of computers for guys you meet on the internet?
DaddyJM: No, just this one.
CJ1992: I can’t let you buy me a computer.
DaddyJM: Callum, listen to me very closely. Read this very slowly, okay?
CJ1992: Okay.
DaddyJM: Daddy wants to buy you a computer because Daddy wants to talk you through your orgasms and watch you come all over yourself then eat it.
DaddyJM: This is non-negotiable. I can afford it, and I want to do it. So go and find a laptop, then send me the wish list link. If you are too tired to do it now, do it when you wake up. Do you understand me?
Callum stared at the words on his phone, reading them over and over, trying to make sense of the kindness Jack was trying to show him. Computers were easily five-hundred dollars. That was a ton of money for Callum, and Jack was willing to drop that on him like it was pennies.
Not only did Callum struggle to grasp what it must be like to have that kind of spending money available, but he fought with the idea that someone wanted to do something like that for him. Jack would get something out of it too, obviously, but Callum would benefit the most.
Shit. Would that make him a prostitute? Jack basically wanted to buy him a laptop so they could cyber fuck each other, and while that wasn’t entirely unappealing, Callum did have a moment where he felt…cheap over it.
No, he told himself. It wasn’t anything like being a prostitute. This thing with Jack was a relationship. An unconventional one, but it was as real and tangible as something that existed on the internet could be. The way he felt when Jack praised him was real, and the way his cock was hungry for Jack’s instruction was very real.
Callum opened the Amazon app, searching out the laptops and finding a mid-range one that had a decent processor on it and didn’t cost too much. He made a wish list and added the laptop to it, then copied the link and sent it to Jack.
DaddyJM: That’s very good of you, kitten.
CJ1992: You really don’t need to do this.
DaddyJM: I know I don’t.
CJ1992: I don’t even want you to.
DaddyJM: I know you don’t.
CJ1992: Then why are you??
DaddyJM: Because it makes me happy. Because the thought of buying you something makes my cock hard.
DaddyJM: Remember how you asked before how this would work, with the distance?
CJ1992: Yeah.
DaddyJM: Well kitten, this is how it works.
CJ1992: Alright. Thank you.
DaddyJM: Do you want to add another rule tonight?
CJ1992: Yes, please.
DaddyJM: A tough rule?
Callum knew where this was going. He knew what the rule would be. He also knew if he said no, Jack would let it go. Jack wouldn’t push him. But Callum found that he wanted to be pushed. He loved the way he felt Friday night, staring at himself in the mirror, and fuck, the way he’d came when he was recording himself for Jack had been insane. Callum swallowed his fear and typed out his reply.
CJ1992: A tough rule, Daddy.
DaddyJM: Your orgasms are mine.
CJ1992: I knew that was what it would be.
DaddyJM: Does that intimidate you?
CJ1992: No.
DaddyJM: Does that turn you on?
CJ1992: Yeah.
CJ1992: Yes, Daddy.
DaddyJM: How do you feel about a rule of your own?
CJ1992: Like something that applies to you? I don’t know. Doesn’t that kind of go against the whole dynamic of this?
DaddyJM: What if instead of calling it a rule, I just tell you that it’s something I’m going to do for you in return for you following my rules?
CJ1992: I guess that’s okay.
DaddyJM: My orgasms are only for you.
What the fuck?
Seeing those words on the screen felt heavier than he could have anticipated. He had no idea what he would’ve asked for if Jack let him choose, and he definitely would never have expected that to be something Jack offered on his own. But here it was, floating between them, unacknowledged.
CJ1992: You mean…?
DaddyJM: When I say your orgasms are mine, it means I tell you when you can have them. When I tell you that mine are yours, it means every thought in my head while I masturbate will be of you. Every time I come, it’ll be your name on my lips.
CJ1992: I like that.
DaddyJM: And I’ll tell you. Every time I find my release because of the memory of you, I’ll make sure you know just how hard you made me.
CJ1992: Fuck. That’s so hot.
DaddyJM: What time is it there, kitten?
CJ1992: Just after four.
DaddyJM: You need to get some rest.
CJ1992: I want to talk to you more.
DaddyJM: Later, then.
CJ1992: I’m not tired.
DaddyJM: Kitten…
CJ1992: I’m not!
DaddyJM: Daddy says it’s time to go to bed.
CJ1992: Fine.
DaddyJM: Have sweet dreams.
CJ1992: I’ll try.
DaddyJM: Do as you’re told, kitten. We’ll talk very soon.
DaddyJM has logged off.
Callum rolled over and plugged his phone in to charge, then fluffed his pillow and stared at the wall. It had only been a weekend since he’d made first contact with Jack, and he was already feeling attached—desperate even—for his attention. Callum thought about the fact that Jack wanted to buy him a computer, and he tried to come up with ways he could show his appreciation once it arrived.
Every idea involved a webcam and an orgasm—or two.
But it was ridiculous to think about things like that. Callum would be shocked if he actually received a package. He fully expected the “it must have gotten lost in the mail” runaround after the two day shipping period passed. Probably better for things to fizzle out early on as Callum could see himself getting easily attached to this online Daddy he’d found.
As though it agreed with him, his cock pulsed against his thigh, and he rolled over with a groan, trying to smother his growing erection into the sheets. He wanted to come, but he hadn’t been told he could. He already knew that his orgasms were better when Jack allowed them, so with one last pump of his hips against the mattress, Callum begrudgingly turned onto his back. He glared at the ceiling, his cock beating in time with his heart until the sunrise peeked into his window and he finally fell asleep.