It was his fifth day staying at Daddy's place, and Baxter was both happier than he had ever been and incredibly frustrated at the same time. That happiness was simple to explain. He was sleeping better than he ever had, he was eating well and gaining weight, his stress levels had dropped to almost undetectable levels, and Daddy made him feel like he was the center of the universe.

It was almost emotional, the way Daddy's face lit up whenever Baxter stepped into the room. Like someone turned a light on and his whole face beamed with joy at seeing Baxter. It was a heady feeling, to know your presence had that much of an impact on somebody else.

And the way Daddy took care of him, Baxter had no words. He felt pampered, valued, seen and loved. Yes, loved. He was hesitant at first to use that word, but how else could he describe Daddy's infinite care for him? He made sure Baxter brushed his teeth, showered every day, ate his meals, had healthy snacks, got enough sleep, and stayed on top of his course work for school. And aside from that, he made his body sing.

That last part was where the frustration came in. Five days, and they still hadn't had sex. Oh, if you wanted to get technical, Baxter was sure hands jobs would qualify as sex. And that spanking he'd gotten where he had come all over Daddy's leg had sure been sexual, as had their scene in the shower been, where Daddy had two fingers up his ass, driving him absolutely batshit crazy and then telling him he couldn't come. All of that had been sexual, but it hadn't been sex. Not the kind of sex Baxter's body was begging for by now.

The problem was that Daddy couldn't be persuaded by begging, not when it came to this. And whenever Baxter tried, the consequences were unpleasant. Daddy had stopped jerking him off immediately—and boy, that one had pissed him off, though it had been hot, too, Daddy going all authoritative on him.

It was weird, how he could appreciate and hate it at the same time, Daddy telling him he couldn't come. In that moment, he'd wanted to curse up a storm. Not that he did, because he was smart enough to know that would not get him the desired results. But much, much later, when Daddy did allow him to come, his orgasm was so much more spectacular. Still, he wanted more than hand jobs, but by now, he was at a loss how to make that happen.

"You all done with your coursework for today?" Daddy asked as he walked into the study, where Baxter was doing a sloppy job pretending to be studying.

"I think so. I need to do a last check on my paper for Massachusetts in the Revolutionary War, but I’ll need to do that tomorrow or the day after. I've read it so many times by now that I'm not seeing straight anymore."

"Good," Daddy said, and his voice took on that slight undertone that made Baxter sit up and take notice. "Follow me."

Baxter's heart sped up as he got up and walked behind Daddy upstairs to their bedroom. What did he have in mind now? Baxter didn't care, as long as it would finally lead to them having sex. Real sex.

"Sit down for a second, because we need to talk about something before we get started, okay?"

That didn't sound ominous at all. Had something good ever come from a conversation that started with we need to talk about something? Baxter's stomach dropped, and he mentally fortified himself against what was coming, which would probably be bad news.

"Oh, baby boy, don't look so worried," Daddy said, his voice a lot warmer than it had been before. "There's nothing for you to worry about. It's something we need to discuss before we do this scene, okay?"

Couldn't he have introduced it like that instead of raising the alarm with we need to talk, Baxter wondered. "Okay, Daddy," he said, knowing better than to voice his thoughts.

The sharp look Daddy sent him told him his thoughts might have been picked up anyway. Dammit.

"I want to try something different tonight, something we've played with a little, but not fully. I'm not going to tell you what it is, but I'll be checking in with you throughout to make sure you're okay. You can safeword out at any time, Baxter."

Baxter nodded slowly. "Am I gonna like it?" he asked.

Daddy smiled. "I think you will, but you'll have to tell me afterward. It'll be a new experience for you, I think, so let's see how you like it."

"Okay," Baxter said, feeling curious and a little nervous at the same time.

"Come here, baby boy," Daddy told him, pointing at the floor in front of him.

Baxter walked over immediately and sank to his knees, clasping his hands behind his back and bowing his head. He had practiced this as often as he could, wanting to make sure he got this part right. It was something he knew would be asked of him in L.A., and he wanted to reflect well on his Daddy.

"Beautiful," Daddy praised him, dragging a slow hand through Baxter's hair, landing on his chin, tilting it up. "You've been practicing."

"Yes, Daddy," Baxter said, his insides warming with Daddy's praise.

"I love that you're trying to make Daddy proud," Daddy said, then leaned in and kissed Baxter softly on his mouth. He straightened again and said, "Undress me."

Since he couldn't very well do that from his knees, Baxter assumed it was okay if he rose to his feet. When he did, Daddy didn't say anything, so Baxter stepped in front of him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He flicked all the buttons open, Daddy silently watching him, then the ones on his sleeves and took off his shirt. He hung it neatly on a coat hanger, knowing Daddy valued details like that.

It was a little weird, the way Daddy stood still as Baxter undressed him, not making a single comment whether Baxter got it right, but since he didn't offer any criticism either, Baxter continued. He took off his T-shirt, then his socks and slacks, until he stood there in his boxer briefs.

Baxter was about to ask if he wanted those off too, when he realized that he had already given him instructions. Undress me meant undress him completely. If Daddy had wanted to leave his boxers on, he would've said something. So Baxter leaned in and carefully dragged the underwear down his legs, causing his half-hard cock to spring free.

Now what? He wasn't sure, so he stepped back and clasped his hands in front of him, waiting for further instructions. To his surprise, Daddy walked over to a dresser, where he pulled open the first drawer and took something out that Baxter couldn't see. He then settled on the bed, still hiding what he had in his hands, as he stretched out with his back against the headboard, his legs spread wide to offer Baxter a good view of his dick.

God, his mouth watered. They hadn't done blow jobs either, just hand jobs, and while they had been wonderful, Baxter longed for more.

"I want you to do a striptease for me," Daddy said. "I want you to turn me on with it, seduce me. You're allowed to touch yourself as much as you want to, but you can't come."

A striptease? Holy hell, that was the last thing Baxter had expected. How would he pull that off? He'd never even seen one, had he? Well, he'd watched Magic Mike a thousand times, so maybe that counted? He tried to remember some of the moves Channing Tatum had pulled off, then rolled his eyes at himself. As if he could ever copy those. Still, it might give him a starting point.

Daddy was still staring at him, a hint of an amused smile playing on his lips, as if he knew what Baxter was thinking. Okay then, he had better get to work. Had he ever felt this self-conscious? He raised his arms above his head, started swinging his hips from left to right, transitioning into a slow circle. That was sexy, right?

The urge to close his eyes was strong, but first of all, he knew Daddy would call him out on that, and secondly, he wanted to see his reactions. He turned around, still gyrating his hips in slow, deliberate circles, then shimmied his ass a little, which resulted in the first chuckle from Daddy. See? He had this.

He pulled off his socks first, not bothering with much elegance there. Socks were simply unsexy, whether it was in porn or anything else. He'd better get rid of them, so they could get to the good parts. Baxter leaned forward as he put his hands on his thighs, then pushed his ass backward and shook it. He slapped his own ass with one hand, then the other, then kneaded his own cheeks with exaggerated moves. Ha, that felt surprisingly good.

He slowly pulled his T-shirt over his head, not allowing Daddy to see the front, only the back. He looked over his left shoulder, then his right, emboldened when he saw Daddy watching him with hungry eyes. He hugged himself, then turned around, so his chest was still hidden behind his arms. With a slow move he hoped was seductive, he raised one hand above his head, then the other, revealing his bare chest. Daddy let out an appreciative growl, and Baxter felt it resonate deep inside him.

He put his hands back on his chest, rubbing it with lazy, big circles. Then as if by themselves, his thumbs and index fingers found his nipples, and he pinched them a little, rolling them until they were hard little knobs. They had always been sensitive, and way back when he had the time to jerk himself off in a more leisurely fashion than a quick rub out, he would play with his nipples forever, loving how desperate it made him.

He wet his fingers, then put them back on his nipples as he rolled them. The moan that fell off his lips was genuine, and he surprised himself. It felt strange, doing this for someone else, and yet intoxicating and arousing at the same time. His cock had grown hard in his pants, the tip pushing against the elastic waistband of his underwear.

When his nipples were so hard that touching them sent electric shocks straight to his balls, it was time to move on. His hips had never stopped circling, and he put his hands back on his ass for a bit, kneading it and rubbing his hole over the denim fabric of his jeans. It was funny how that made him feel empty inside, even if he did it himself. Way back when things had still been good between them, Robert had called him a hungry little bottom, and he had been spot-on.

Baxter turned around to give Daddy the front view again, then rubbed his hard cock with his right hand, putting enough pressure on it to make it leak like crazy. He couldn't come, he had to remind himself, so he better not push himself too far. Surely this couldn't be everything Daddy had planned for tonight.

By the time he unbuttoned his jeans, he was almost shivering with how jacked up he was. He groaned as he pulled them down his legs, bending over completely with his ass toward Daddy to give him the full view. Daddy rewarded him with another one of those sexy, deep growls. God, he was so hard, so ready for more. His underwear was damp from his pre-cum, which kept dripping from his cock.

He turned around again, presenting his front to Daddy, who hummed in appraisal. Baxter rubbed himself a few times more through his underwear, then peeled it off, letting his cock slap against his stomach. He turned once more for good measure, shaking his ass a last time, before he faced Daddy again and stood still. Had he done well?

With his eyes glued to Baxter's, Daddy gave his own cock a slow stroke, and Baxter licked his lips. The man was so fucking hot, every hard muscle on display as he lay there. Baxter loved the silver hairs on his chest and in his hair, the ones that gave him such a distinguished look. And his cock, oh man, it was a thing of beauty. Hard, long, thick. Baxter couldn't wait to feel it inside him, but he was about desperate over if it was ever going to happen.

"Fist yourself for me a few times," Daddy said.

Baxter used some of his pre-cum to slick up his hand, then did as he was told. He was careful not to put too much pressure on himself, knowing he was already teetering dangerously close to the edge.

"Harder," was the order.

This shouldn't be hot, Baxter argued with himself. It was weird, doing what someone else told him too, while being watched. But underneath his embarrassment was sheer arousal, and he couldn't deny it.

"Put your right hand on your dick and play with your nipples with your left. I noticed how much you love that."

Baxter still wasn't sure what Daddy was experimenting with exactly, but it seemed the point was to drive him crazy. Still, he did as he was told, not able to keep himself from letting out one of those desperate little moans.

"God, you are so fucking sexy," Daddy said, and that was the prettiest compliment Baxter had ever heard. "I want you to climb up on the bed in front of me, but don't touch me."

Curious, Baxter found a spot on his knees at the foot of the bed, facing Daddy. The man's eyes burned as he studied Baxter's body, letting his eyes roam over every inch. That alone made him sizzle.

Daddy grabbed what he had been hiding behind his back and handed it to Baxter. "The show isn't done yet," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "And you had better not come."

Baxter's eyes widened as he saw what Daddy had handed him. It was a sizable dildo and a bottle of lube. It seemed at least something was going up his ass, even if it wasn't what he had in mind. Then it struck him, that he was asked to play with himself, to fuck himself with a dildo, in front of someone else. Daddy wanted to watch while Baxter fucked himself. How the hell was that as hot as Baxter's body decided it to be?

He didn't allow himself time to think but grabbed the lube and squirted out a little on his fingers. He would have to start by loosening himself up anyway. His position wasn't hard to figure out here, and so he moved a little until his ass was toward Daddy. His lubed-up finger went in with ease, even if his channel clenched a little around him, probably because of the strange sensation of knowing someone was watching.

But then he forgot about it, too happy to finally have something in his hole. He dropped his head forward, spread his legs a little wider so he had better access, then worked himself open with one finger, then two. He shot a quick look at the dildo to check its size, then decided he'd need a third one.

"You have the prettiest hole I have ever seen," Daddy said, and it was the dirtiest thing Baxter had ever heard him say.

It was such a strange contradiction, the usually well-spoken history professor with all his expensive words saying something so filthy. And that voice, that low, growly voice that danced over Baxter's skin, pushing its way inside him in ways that shouldn't even be possible.

"Are you still green, baby boy?" Daddy asked, and Baxter was amazed at how he could switch voices. Gone was that demanding edge, and in its place was something far more caring.

"Fully green," he confirmed, not even considering they needed to slow down.

He had three fingers inside himself now, and he had to be so careful, so incredibly careful. He pulled them out, then grabbed the dildo Daddy had picked for him and spread lube all over it.

When he went to slide it in, an iron hand clamped around his wrist, and he jolted. He had never seen him move. "If I gave you the choice between fucking yourself with that dildo now until you came or waiting till tomorrow to come with my dick inside you, which would you choose?"

His body was on edge, his orgasm maybe a minute of stimulating himself away, and yet the choice was so easy for Baxter. "You, Sir," he said, then blinked and corrected himself. "Daddy. Always you, Daddy."

"Oh, baby boy, you make me so proud," Daddy said, possessively grabbing his ass and stroking it. "And so fucking horny."

Baxter waited, not daring to move a muscle. Maybe, just maybe Daddy would give in to his urges and fuck him?

"Put it inside you," Daddy told him. "I want to see you drive yourself crazy."

Baxter swallowed back his disappointment, then put the tip of the dildo against his ass. He circled it around his hole a few times, making sure it was slick, before pushing it in. His breath caught when it breached his outer ring, that delicious burn as always coursing through him. He rode it out, not wanting to skip that part. He loved that burn, always had.

Once his body had adjusted, he worked it in inch by inch until only the flared end was visible. It felt perfect and horrible at the same time. The size was exactly what he would've chosen himself, not so large so he would have to work too hard to get comfortable, but not so small he didn't feel it. But it was such a meager replacement for a real-life dick, especially when he had the perfect one so close to him.

"Look at your greedy ass swallowing that thing whole. How does it feel?" Daddy asked.

Baxter opted for honesty, since it was a direct question. "The size is perfect, but your cock would be so much better, Daddy. Please."