Cash
Cash woke to movement in his arms and worried that Liam was having a nightmare or waking up in pain. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the squirming boy he was holding and realized Liam had turned to face him in the night and was lying on Cash’s chest, his arm wrapped around him, and his leg thrown over Cash’s thigh. He was still asleep and had started making sweet sounds that had turned into whimpers, and Cash’s cock, morning wood already prevalent, grew as hard as a rock when he realized the boy was having a very pleasant dream, if his sensual movements were anything to go by.
Liam’s mewling grew louder as his hips continued to grind against Cash’s thigh. Goddamn, the boy was killing him. When Liam whimpered, “Daddy,” almost too quietly for him to hear, Cash couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hand down to the boy’s ass to help him get more friction. Cash whispered, “That’s a good boy,” which pulled Liam from the last vestiges of sleep.
Liam slowly tilted his head back, fuzzy sleepiness still in his eyes until their gazes met. The boy’s eyes popped wide, and he looked down at what his body was still doing and gasped, his movements stopping. A humiliated, “Oh my god,” escaped, and Liam tried to pull out of his grasp, embarrassment evident in his struggle and his red face.
Cash held him fast and whispered, “Settle, boy.”
Mortification laced through the boy’s words as he closed his eyes tight and whispered, “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t be sorry. You were sleeping and completely unaware of what you were doing.”
Cash smiled when the boy’s body began to move again of its own accord. Cash would have laughed, but he knew Liam’s embarrassment was already at its peak, and he wasn’t about to humiliate the boy. Cash heard another soft gasp, and Liam’s movements stilled for a second time, and again, he tried to move away.
Cash’s hand, which had moved north when the boy had begun to pull away, moved back down to gently cup the boy’s sweet round ass, drawing him back so he was flush to Cash’s side again. He used his other hand to draw the boy’s leg back up his thigh. Liam buried his head in Cash’s chest, unwilling to meet his gaze. He squeezed the boy’s ass cheek, and his low voice rumbled out his command, “Finish what you started, boy.”
Liam shook his head no and kept his face averted as he apologized again. Cash put a bit of steel behind his words when he said, “Liam, Daddy wants you to finish what you started.”
Cash squeezed his ass cheek again then helped the boy make up his mind when he pushed the boy’s ass into him. It took no more convincing as Liam whimpered, and his beautiful hips began their undulation again. But Cash didn’t like the litany of apologies that continued to pour from the boy’s sweet lips.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was doing it. I didn’t mean to.”
He knew he had to take control and make sure the boy knew he wanted it. “Shhh. That’s enough, Liam. Be Daddy’s good boy now and finish yourself off.”
Certain that Liam thought to make quick work of things when the boy moved his hand to his cock, Cash quickly put a stop to it. “No baby, not like that. You know what Daddy wants.”
A little whine escaping him, Liam started moving his hips once again. “That’s a good boy. That’s it. Mmm, baby, you’re doing so good.”
Gripping Cash tightly around the waist, Liam continued rutting against his thigh. Cash loved watching but needed to see the boy’s face. “Look at Daddy, Liam.”
Liam slowly tilted his head back again, squeezed his eyes shut then slowly opened them, his gaze embarrassed, but his cheeks were flushed with arousal and his pupils dilated. His hips continued to move as if they were out of his control. He gazed deep into the boy’s eyes and squeezed his ass, his hand moving with his thrusts, helping him along. “That’s my good boy, Liam. Daddy is so proud of you, facing your fears. Daddy wants you to come, just like that. Can you do that for Daddy? Hmm?”
His hips sped up and his breathing became erratic. Liam’s mewling noises got louder, and Cash wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself from coming without even having to touch his cock. Liam was so erotic and sensual as he took his pleasure by using his Daddy. His movements were almost animalistic in their grace, and Cash nearly lost it thinking of the boy eventually sitting on his dick and moving like he was.
Fuck.
A blush spread across the boy’s chest, and Cash could tell he was getting so close. He reached his hand into the boy’s underwear and skimmed his finger over his cleft. Doing it once more, he found the boy’s sweet, puckered hole and pressed against it with his finger as he leaned his head down and whispered in Liam’s ear, “Come for your Daddy, boy.”
Letting out a soft gasp, his movements became frantic as hot volleys of cum shot from the boy’s cock, which had peaked out of his underwear. It mostly landed on Cash’s boxer briefs, but some of it ended up on Cash’s abdomen. The boy shuddered in his arms, and Cash watched as the last of his cum slowly poured from the boy’s slit and dripped down onto Cash’s boxers, still connected by a thin line of semen that finally separated, leaving a drop on his tip.
He wanted, more than anything, to suck the last bit of cum from the boy’s tip, knowing if he did, he’d probably be able to squeeze a little more out of his shaft, just enough to taste him. His mind being occupied with that thought, he wasn’t fast enough to catch the boy when he quickly turned and hopped off the bed, running for the bathroom.
Goddammit.
His boy had to learn, and learn fast, that hiding from Daddy wasn’t an option. Looking down at his abdomen, he trailed a finger through the boy’s cum and brought it to his lips. Fuck, he tasted good. The salty, musky taste made him want more, but he needed to get to his boy. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a couple tissues and wiped the rest of it away. He dabbed at his boxers with the tissues then tossed them in the trash on his way to the bathroom.
He knocked on the door. “Come out, boy.”
“No.” The stubborn response made him smile, but he couldn’t let him hide any longer, so he said, sternly, “Liam, Daddy isn’t asking, he’s telling.”
The door opened immediately, Liam’s eyes downcast. He pulled Liam close, wrapping his arms around him and couldn’t help but grin when Liam didn’t hug him back. He didn’t chuckle as he wanted to, knowing he’d embarrass him even further. Lacing his words with affection, he whispered, “Stubborn boy. Look at Daddy.”
Liam finally glanced up at him, his cheeks flaming. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Liam. You did what I asked of you. Look at Daddy’s cock, you think I’d be this hard if what you did was a turn off? You did beautifully, and I’m proud of you.”
Liam let out a relieved sigh, hid his face in Cash’s chest, and finally wrapped his arms around him. Happy that Liam felt comfortable enough to hug him back, he leaned down and kissed his head. He slid his hands up the boy’s back and cupped his face, tilting his head up. When the boy’s eyes slid down to look at his lips, Cash gave him a soft smile then gave into temptation, those sweet lips too much to resist. He lowered his head and captured the boy’s pink, full lips with his own and wrapped his arms back around Liam when he whimpered and gripped him tighter.
His lips were like honey, sweet and flavorful. Cash licked his way into his mouth and tugged the boy closer, gripped him tighter when the whimper turned into a full out moan. Delving deep, he devoured his mouth, their tongues entwining. His boy’s kiss, tentative at first, became heated, carnal, as he wrapped a leg around Cash’s thigh and began grinding his hard cock against him. Again.
Liam couldn’t seem to help himself, and Cash loved it. The boy’s quick recovery floored him, but he reveled in it, knowing how much he was going to enjoy that little perk. He chuckled when the boy’s needy mewling got the better of him, but he knew Liam was hurting when he accidentally grazed his hand over Liam’s hip and the boy gasped and pulled away, his face scrunched in pain. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry.”
Liam shook his head and backed away a bit, out of Cash’s arms, “Not your fault.”
Cash felt awful and realized it was worse than he thought when he saw the boy’s hard on had completely deflated. “Come on. Let me draw you a bath. The tub is nice and deep, we’ll get you feeling better in no time.”
Moving past him, Cash turned on the tub’s faucet, but when he turned back, Liam had wrapped his hand around his opposite wrist, covering the front of his boxers. He gave him a peck on the head and maneuvered around him to shut the door, as the goosebumps covering the boy’s arms were probably one step away from turning into shivers. Trapping the steam in and making the bathroom heat up would help until he could get him into the tub.
He grabbed the hotel’s mini bottle of body wash and emptied the thing into the now steaming tub. It wouldn’t make a ton of bubbles or irritate the boy’s abrasions, but he hoped the smell would relax him. Turning back towards Liam, he knelt and began to remove the bandages on Liam’s knees. When he reached to pull the boy’s underwear off, Liam pulled back almost reflexively, and Cash asked, “Would you rather do this on your own? I want to take care of you, but if you don’t want me to touch you, I can leave, boy.”
The boy shook his head frantically, a look of panic taking over his features. “It’s not—” the boy cleared his throat and tried again, “It’s not that, Sir.”
Confused, because he knew, from talking with Tommy a bit more on the drive down to get to Liam, that he had been trained and was ready to be his boy. Tommy told him how eager he was and how much he wanted Cash. He hoped his former boy hadn’t been wrong. The last thing he wanted to be was some old creeper, preying on some twenty-year-old kid. He backed up a bit, maneuvered himself onto the toilet seat, and wrapped his palms around the back of the boy’s legs, rubbing up and down and scooting him closer. Liam’s hands stayed in front of him, almost like a shield, and Cash finally guessed the reason why but needed to make sure. “Then what’s wrong, baby?”
Liam looked away and whispered, “I’m embarrassed.”
“Why, boy?”
He bit his lip and his face turned red when he blurted out, “I’m small.”
Those words, so ashamed and filled with humiliation, did something to Cash. It most likely made him a pervert, but he had to make sure Liam knew right away they weren’t going to dance around the subject. This was one of Cash’s biggest turn ons, and he wanted to make that clear upfront. “Liam, look at Daddy.”
The boy’s eyes met his, and he looked close to tears. That wouldn’t do. “Do you mean you have a little cock?”
The scarlet cheeks clued him in first, but then his boy nodded and choked out, “Yes. I’m sor—”
His voice was stern when he said, “Don’t you dare apologize. Look at Daddy’s cock, boy.”
When Liam’s eyes zeroed in on his boxer briefs, they flared, and he gulped. “I can’t wait to see you, Liam. Will you show it to Daddy?”
Liam gasped as Cash leaned back from him and grabbed his own stiff cock over the fabric of his boxer briefs and gave it a tight squeeze, tugging on it a couple times while Liam watched, mesmerized. The boy finally realized he was waiting and slowly inched down his shorts, letting them fall. Liam’s cock was flaccid, his embarrassment evident as he looked away again.
Cash had seen part of the boy’s cock sticking out of his shorts earlier when it was hard. He’d seen how slim it was and had loved it, instantly, but he hadn’t been able to determine its length. The boy was obviously a grower, as he hadn’t been under the impression it was tiny at the time, but Liam’s reaction let him know he was embarrassed about it. Cash was going to make sure he knew just how much he loved it. It was probably a bit over two inches, soft, and the boy’s foreskin completely enveloped the small, flared head and stuck out a bit at the tip.
Fucking hell, he was going to have a field day with that little cock.
When he looked back up, he realized he’d waited too long to react, and a tear had escaped, Liam obviously thinking he didn’t like what he saw. Goddammit. He reached up and wiped the tear away as Liam closed his eyes. “Baby, open your eyes and look at Daddy. That’s it. Good boy. Look at my hand.”
When Liam glanced down at the hand he’d had to grip tightly at the base of his shaft, his brows drew together, obviously not understanding. He hoped what he said next, and how he said it, wasn’t going to backfire, but the boy needed to know how out of his mind Liam made him.
“Liam, I’m gripping the base of my cock so I don’t come. Do you know how much you’re turning Daddy on? That’s the prettiest little cock I’ve ever seen. Daddy can’t wait to play with it. I want to kiss it, tug on your foreskin with my teeth, make your beautiful little cock hard as a rock and watch it spurt cum out of its tiny tip until your little balls are empty. Then I want to do it all over again.”
The doubt on the boy’s face proved he had some convincing to do. “Did Tommy tell you a lot about me?”
Liam nodded, so Cash continued, “Did he tell you that I always tell the truth? That it’s always been important to me to be upfront and honest about what I need and want so that there was no confusion later on, even if it’s not what people want to hear?”
Liam nodded again and gulped. “It’s just embarrassing, and you’re so big and I’m not. Why does it turn you on?”
“Because I get off on being the bigger, stronger man. Why does Daddy Kink appeal to us? Everyone has their preferences, and when I tell you I want you more because of your size, you need to believe me.”
He reached out and ran the back of his finger over his boy’s soft, hairless sac. Up and down, slowly. The gasp made him smile, and he glanced up into his boy’s eyes and looked back down. He kept lightly grazing his balls up and down, barely touching them. “You’re so soft. Does that feel good on your sweet, little balls?”
He heard a moan and kept touching. As he’d spoken, he’d watched as the boy’s cock got harder with his words, until it stuck straight up in the air, so delicate and slim, and just about four inches. “Ohmygod.” He glanced up when the boy’s broken whisper registered. Liam moved his bandaged right hand to grip his hard, little cock, and Cash groaned.
“Slowly pull your foreskin back, boy. Daddy wants to see that pretty little cock head.” The boy did as he was told and gasped as he did, nearly sending Cash over the edge. “Oh fuck, that’s it. So pretty. Your little cock is so beautiful, baby.”
The more he used little, pretty, beautiful, and tiny together when talking about the boy’s penis, the more he knew Liam would no longer feel that the words little and tiny were bad when he spoke about the boy’s cock. His goddamn mouth was watering, he wanted to take that sweet little shaft between his lips and suck on it until it exploded down his throat.
It was turning into a need, not a want, and he hoped it wasn’t too soon. When he glanced up at Liam, the boy’s eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, his cheeks flushed with what Cash hoped was arousal now, instead of embarrassment. “Liam?”
Liam’s eyes popped open, and he quickly glanced down at Cash. “Can Daddy kiss your little cock? Use his lips, tongue, and teeth on it?”
Liam whimpered and nodded, his steps awkward and stilted when he moved forward to bring his little cock closer to Cash. Cash let his own cock go, knowing he might not be able to keep himself from coming, the tip already sticking out of his boxers, slick with need. When Liam’s cock was an inch away from Cash’s lips, Cash gripped the boy’s ass cheeks in his palms and gently kneaded them, pulling him forward.
He licked his lips and opened the smallest amount, only touching the pretty little tip with his wet lips and the tip of his tongue. The boy shuddered and whimpered, accidentally pulling away from Cash. “Bring that tiny cock back here, boy. Daddy needs to give it proper kisses.” When Liam choked out, “Fuckfuckohfuck.” Cash gripped his cheeks harder, pulling him closer.
He opened his mouth a little wider and took in the boy’s cock head, suckling on it so softly, swirling his tongue over the tip. One of Liam’s hands came down to clamp on his shoulder, and the other gripped the long strands of Cash’s hair, which turned him on even more. He growled, “That’s it, boy. Hold onto Daddy while he sucks your pretty little cock.”
He gripped his own cock while he took Liam’s fully into his mouth and reveled in its small size. His boy’s cock was perfect, and his hips started moving faster as Cash sucked harder. The whimpers turned to mewling, and little groans and sighs escaped. When the boy’s hips moved erratically, he sucked that much harder on Liam’s little dick. Letting go of his own cock he pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart and fingered his perfect little pucker, never penetrating but gently pushing against it, over and over.
“Mmm, Daddy. Please. Please, Daddy.” When he began to hear the boy’s words, he let go of his ass with one hand and gripped his own cock again. It wasn’t going to take much. When Liam asked, “Please, Daddy, may I come? I need to come, Daddy.”
He did his best to rumble an affirmative, because he wasn’t about to let loose the boy’s cock and possibly miss a drop of his spunk. The vibration of his voice must have done it, because he called out, “Daddy!” Then he was spurting more cum than Cash would have assumed was possible after coming once already that morning.
Cash let loose as well and felt his own cum jetting against his abs and chest. Cash could tell Liam was growing extra sensitive when the boy squirmed to get away, so he let his cock slip out of his mouth but didn’t let him pull away. That turned out to be for the best, because Liam’s knees buckled, and Cash had to pull him onto his lap. Liam went boneless and draped himself over Cash, resting his head in the crook of Cash’s neck and shoulder.
When Cash tuned back into his surroundings, he realized the water was still running and gripped the boy tighter as he leaned over to turn it off. Liam let out a startled “meep” and Cash chuckled, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down the boy’s back and sides. “So proud of you for letting go, boy. Never doubt that I want you. Never doubt that every inch of your body is desired, especially that beautiful little cock. Is that understood?”
Liam sighed and nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”
“All right, up you go, slowly. That’s it. Let’s get your bandages off your hands and get you in the tub. I want you to soak for a while.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Cash helped him into the tub and gave him a hand towel to rest his head on. “Give me a couple minutes, I think I heard my phone ring a bit ago. I want you in there long enough for most of your aches and pains to go away.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Cash took his boxers the rest of the way off, wiped his cum off with them, and walked into the room to grab them both a change of clothes. He set them down on the counter outside of the bathroom and went back for his phone. Picking it up, he saw a voicemail notification from a number he wasn’t familiar with. He unlocked his phone and listened to a message left by a cop about the attack last night.
Calling room service, he ordered them nearly everything they offered for breakfast. He was famished, and he didn’t know what the boy liked, so he wanted to have everything just in case. Then he gave the cop a call to check on the status of the case. “Officer Hopkins, this is Cash Moreau, thanks for the message.”
“You’re welcome. Look, I just wanted to call and let you know the two delinquents you roughed up had priors. The gas station attendant corroborated Mr. Cavanagh’s story, and they found the girl by the credit card she gave the attendant at the pumps. We’ve also got video surveillance in front of the store and the hotel. I’ll speak to Mr. Cavanagh about pressing charges, but the two perps are saying you came out of nowhere and attacked them, so they’re going to press charges as well.”
Cash chuckled, “Tell them to go ahead. They’ll have a free public prosecutor, and I’ll have the best lawyers money can buy in this state to ensure these fuckers go away for a long time. It’s up to them if they want to fight that fight.”
“I thought your answer might be something like that. I’ve already done my best to curtail their complaints. They’re just digging themselves a deeper hole, but they didn’t get where they are in life by being smart. Anyway, I just wanted to update you on the situation. I’m assuming Mr. Cavanagh will be utilizing your lawyers?”
“You assumed right.”
“Okay, I’ll be in touch when I have more information. You’re both free to leave the state, obviously, but we’ll continue to speak when we have updates.”
“Thank you, Officer Hopkins.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.”
He hung up and headed back into the bathroom. He thought the boy was sleeping, but when he moved to kneel by the tub, Liam opened his eyes and smiled shyly. “I’d ask you to get in with me, but I don’t think it’s quite big enough.”
Cash chuckled, happy Liam felt comfortable enough with him not to hide. “I’ll take a quick shower after you’re done, but I’d like to bathe you, if that’s okay.”
He smiled at the flush on the boy’s cheeks, and when Liam gave him a full wattage smile, he felt like he’d been given a gift. He lifted his hand and cupped the boy’s cheek. Liam leaned into his touch, and he couldn’t keep himself from leaning forward and gently taking the boy’s lips with his own. They kissed softly for what Cash felt was way too brief of a time, but he knew the water would get cold if he fooled around too much longer.
He took pleasure in washing every inch of his boy, paying special attention to his bruised and battered parts, and admittedly, a bit more attention to the boy’s cock. The boy, blushing again, asked, “Do you really like little penises, or are you just trying to make me feel good about myself? Tommy never mentioned anything about it.”
Cash played with the cock in question and caressed it softly, running his fingers over the boy’s smooth balls. Liam closed his eyes, enjoying the touches, if his legs falling open farther was any indication. “Tommy never mentioned anything about it because he didn’t have a small penis, and there was no reason for me to discuss my preferences in the matter. But if given a choice, I’d choose a boy with a small penis over a boy with a large one any day.”
He must have convinced him, because Liam nodded and whispered, “Okay. Then I’m glad I’m what you’d prefer.”
The blush was back and it was beautiful. The boy’s sweetness was going to do him in, no doubt about it. When he was done washing Liam, he helped him out of the tub and dried him off. After putting him in fresh clothes, wrapping his wrist in a fresh bandage, and applying fresh dressings to his palms, he let him know food would be there any minute and to answer the door if he was still in the shower. He turned on the water and once it heated up, got himself in and out of the shower in less than ten minutes, dressing hurriedly when he smelled their breakfast.
He caught Liam’s embarrassment when he handed over a couple dollars and some change to the hotel employee, saying he was sorry but it was all he had. Jesus, the tip. He’d always made sure Tommy had cash on him and anything else he needed. He had to make the mental shift to his new boy, and all of the little details that came with that.
He held up a finger and pulled his money clip out of his pants from the day before, thumbing a healthy tip from it and handing it over, he thanked the kid, who grinned at him like it was Christmas. He squeezed the boy’s shoulder when his cheeks burned bright from embarrassment. “That was my fault. I forgot to give you the tip for the meal.”
He didn’t want to embarrass Liam further by asking him if that was truly the only money he had left. He had a feeling it was; why else would the boy buy cheap snacks for his dinner the night before? He hated that Liam had been that vulnerable. He’d have to make sure they dealt with that early on.
His boy had needs that he would see to, and he’d have to learn what every single one of them was. For that to happen, he’d need to learn more about who he really was, and how he’d ended up talking to Tommy. He had an abbreviated version, but that wouldn’t do if they were going to move forward into a Daddy/boy arrangement.