Maddox
Bryan was either going to kill me or love me forever. It was going to be a toss-up.
We were still in the shocked, what the hell, phase of the trip. I was kind of curious to see what would happen when the surprise wore off—but then maybe not. Killing me still probably had better odds.
When we’d gotten home and everything was put away, I knew I couldn’t put things off any longer. “All right, hop up on the counter for me. I want to tell you about the surprise.”
Bryan gave me a suspicious look but he lifted himself up and then gave me this “Now, what?” expression. I went over, stood between his legs, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a kiss.
“Trying to butter me up or keep me trapped so I don’t lose my marbles?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I was trying to figure out how to explain it.
Bryan’s mouth came open. “I was teasing, Mad. What did you do? You do the whole innocent thing terribly by the way. Like worse than me.”
He was starting to worry too much so I kissed him again, long and deep. By the time we came up for air, he didn’t care what we were going to do. Perfect. I dragged my fingers along the sides of his ass to his thighs. He moaned and leaned forward for another kiss.
Once I was able to work up my self-control enough to pull back, I slid my hands along the inside of his legs until my fingers were teasing at his hard-on. “Do you remember when we talked about how much you wanted me to make love to you, but we couldn’t because you would end up coming?”
His mouth dropped open again. Probably not what he expected. When he realized I was waiting for a response, he nodded a couple of times before managing a strangled, “Yes, Daddy.”
Lightly teasing his cock, I kept going. “Very good. Do you still want Daddy to make love to you, B?”
Another shocked nod but at least it was a response. His cock gave a big enough jerk that I already knew the answer, but a better response was nice. “If we’re going to do that, then we need to get you a toy for your special place so you can be good and not come. There’s a toy store that has what we need over in Grant. So we’re going to take a little drive and see what we can find. Then, when we get back tonight, I can touch you and get you ready for Daddy’s cock. How does that sound?”
He might have been just a little too surprised to think up a reason why we shouldn’t go. So I got him into the car before the astonishment started to wear off. I was expecting an explosion of some sort at any minute, but what I got was even scarier.
“Hey, let’s go through the drive-thru and grab lunch before we go.” Completely calm and rational. Freaky. The other strange thing was that he was still staring off like he was trying to process everything.
It was like the pod people had taken him over. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Sure.” I was going to open up a can of worms but still, we hadn’t gotten very far yet so we could still turn around. “You okay? We don’t have to do this if it’s too much.”
When I’d been planning it, I thought it might be more than he could do right now. But there had also been a thought that he might like it but not be able to tell me. Right now, I wasn’t sure which it was. We couldn’t keep going until I knew.
I pulled into a parking spot at a burger place—yeah, he was so shocked he let me drive. But before we did anything, we had to talk so I could see what we needed to do…keep going or go home. I let Bryan sit there quietly while he thought for a few minutes, but eventually, I had to figure out what to do.
“Baby, look at me.” It took him a few seconds but he looked away from the side window and over to me.
“Yes, Daddy.” He was chewing on his bottom lip, almost to the point of shredding it. I reached up and slid my finger in between his lips. He sagged back in the seat and closed his eyes. There wasn’t anyone around who could see him, so I let him relax and process things for a few minutes.
Doing my best to ignore what his warm, wet mouth pulling on my finger was doing to my cock, I twisted around and reached up with my other hand to play with his hair. A low sigh escaped and he gave my finger a little lick before he pulled away a little and opened his eyes.
He was more focused now. Hopefully, I’d figure out what we needed to do from here. “Hi, Baby. You with me now?”
He blushed a little and nodded his head. “Yes, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You had to think things through.” I gave his face a slow caress. “What do you want to do, B? Do you want to go home and forget about this or do you want to try?”
Leaning over as far as the seat belt would let me, I gave him a tender kiss. “I think it would be sexy as hell and I think you’d enjoy it, but I won’t make you.”
I was doing my best not to touch him or tease him into saying yes. This was something he needed to figure out. I wasn’t going to push him into trying something that would make him crazy uncomfortable. Once he admitted that he wanted it, because he did, that’s when I would take control.
He opened his mouth and then closed it several times in a row before he sank back in his seat in a huff. He had a death grip on the door handle and I knew what he really wanted to do was hide. To break the tension, I gave him a teasing grin then put my hand over his eyes. “This better?”
He barked out laughter. “Surprisingly, yes.”
“Okay then, what do you think?” If he wanted to hide, then I wasn’t going to deny him. I’d do whatever I could to help him.
“I don’t know. That’s a huge question.” Well, it wasn’t a no.
“Let’s break it up a little.” I was going to be a little bit blunt here. “Do you like the idea of a cock ring so that I can make love to you?”
His face turned red but he managed a slightly squeaky, “Yes.”
Doing my best to slip back into my role, I tried to figure out what to ask next. “Do you understand that Daddy would put it on your special place so you couldn’t come? You’re still being punished and this isn’t going to get you out of that. You were a naughty boy and you need to learn your lesson.”
He let out a staggered breath and licked his lips. I couldn’t resist. I slid my thumb over the damp skin and he moaned. So damned sexy, but not an answer. “Do you understand, B?”
“Yes.” It came out as more of a moan than words but it would work.
“All right, then.” Time to be in charge. I moved my hand back from his eyes and sat back in my seat. “We’re going to grab some food and get back on the road. It will take us about an hour to get there. Then, we’re going to shop for some new toys for you. Once we get to the store, I’m not just Daddy. I’m your Dom and you’re going to behave. Can you be my good boy in the store?”
He shifted in the seat, drawing attention to his straining cock. Blushing, he nodded and added a breathy, “Yes. I’ll be good in the store.”
I leaned over one more time and gave him a kiss. Not as slow and tender as I wanted, but I knew if we stayed here any longer we were going to get distracted. Just because I could, I reached down and gave his cock a little squeeze. “Good boy.”
He moaned and fought not to thrust up into my grip. Because he was being so good, I gave him a slow caress. “Such a good boy.”
Bryan’s eyes started to glaze over, so I pulled my hand away. As fun as it was, I had to have him functional for the drive. While I had a reasonable idea where the adult store was, I needed a navigator. He took a couple of deep breaths and sat up a little straighter in the seat, trying to collect himself.
Once he was with it again, I pulled out so we could get in line. “You want your regular?”
He was a creature of habit when it came to restaurants. I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
It didn’t take us long to grab food and get back on the road. It was almost lunchtime, so I knew we’d be back in plenty of time to avoid any awkward conversations with Bryan’s mother. Explaining to her where we’d been didn’t sound like fun at all.
I wanted to keep his mind off where we were going. As we started to eat and make our way down the back roads, I glanced over at Bryan. “So you make any headway yet on what you want to major in?”
“You sound like my mother.” Bryan gave me a dirty look and shoved some fries into his mouth.
I laughed and resisted the urge to make an I’m your daddy joke. “It was just a question. It’s not like I can answer it either.”
“There are too many options. I don’t know if I’ve loved anything yet.”
“You liked that intro psych course. Of course, now it makes more sense.” I was aiming for teasing, but a lot of things fell into place now that I understood Bryan more.
His cheeks tinted a little. Glancing out the window, he kind of shrugged but didn’t discount the idea. “Did you think about taking more of those classes?”
“I thought about it but nobody who wants to do anything with psychology stops with just their bachelor’s. And I’m not sure I want to go for a masters or God forbid, try to be a doctor.” He shuddered. “Can you imagine being in college for that long?” He looked like he was turning a little green.
“It doesn’t mean you can’t take some classes and maybe minor in it or something.” I’d thought the class was horribly boring, but Bryan had liked it. I wasn’t going to ask why he liked it. That seemed like I’d be hinting that he was nuts and that’s not what I meant at all.
He shrugged one shoulder but didn’t immediately discount the idea. “Maybe.” Then he looked over at me and decided to get payback. “What about you? Your parents still voting for that business degree?”
“Yeah. I don’t hate the idea, but they’re leaning more toward finance and investing kind of stuff ‘so I can work with my dad.’ That sounds like a terrible idea. We’d kill each other in a week, maybe less.” I’d turn into some kind of glorified errand boy for him to boss around.
“I can’t imagine you living under your parents’ thumbs like that. You picked a school hours away from home for more space.” He had this expression like he was trying to decide if I was seriously considering it or not.
“Me neither. And finance is okay but…now don’t laugh; I know it sounds stupid, but I liked that accounting class I took in the spring.” Most people in the class were crazy bored but I’d liked the way you had to figure things out and see what was missing, where it went.
Bryan didn’t laugh or make any kind of accounting joke. I peeked over and he had this big grin on his face. “I can so totally see you as an accountant. A little bit bossy and disappointed in people when they screwed up something…mad when they’ve been bad with their papers. You love organizing things like that and figuring shit out.”
“My parents aren’t going to think being an accountant is glamorous enough. They want something they can brag about. Not a ‘Here’s our son, he’s an accountant.’ ” I must have gotten the snotty, talking down their nose impression pretty good because he cracked up, choking on one of his fries.
“Don’t do that while I’m eating!” He took a sip of his drink and took a minute to catch his breath. “But no, I think it’s a great idea. You’ve done great in math. If you liked that accounting course, which everyone else hated by the way, then go for it. It’s not like it pays shit or something. Don’t good accountants make pretty good money?”
Now I was nodding, “Yeah, not too bad.” I threw out some average starting incomes. “Definitely real grown-up income…” I was beginning to make myself a little nervous, but I decided to jump right in. “Definitely a real grown-up income that could support someone who was say…going to get their masters or something.”
Okay, not a subtle hint but I put it out there anyway. Would he get that I wasn’t really talking about majors anymore? Yup…
I got a big grin and he shook his head at me. “You’re right. That would be enough.” He started picking at his lip with his teeth but the smile was still showing in his eyes, so I didn’t worry. “It’s something to think about, and you know there are good masters programs all over. So moving around isn’t really that big of a deal.”
Ha!
No happy dance or I’d look like a nut. But I know he could see by the look on my face how pleased I was because he started laughing. I reached over and gave his side a little pinch. “You laughing at me?”
He squirmed and tried to get away, but there was nowhere to hide. “Oh no, I wouldn’t laugh at the driver, no matter how goofy he looked. Now pay attention to the road before you get us killed.”
“Bossy. Hey!”
He’d reached for the radio and started flicking channels. “I thought the driver got to choose the music. That’s what you said on the ride up when you made us listen to that weird AM station playing some kind of old musicals marathon!”
“I’m pretty sure I said the owner of the car got to choose on the drive up. You must be mistaken.” Then he laughed. “And I only stopped on that for so long because you knew all the words and kept singing them under your breath.” By this point he was laughing so hard I thought he’d pee in his pants.
“I was not!” I might have been. Growing up, I had a babysitter who loved old Hollywood musicals. We’d watch them for hours in the afternoon while my parents were at work. I’d seen all of them probably a dozen times.
“You were! It was so cute I couldn’t stand it. Do you know how sexy you looked singing along with the main song from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers? I wanted to jump you right then. It was torture watching you be so cute but not being able to say anything.” He was still grinning but the great big hysterical belly laughs had faded.
“You thought I was cute, huh?” That had been her favorite movie, so we’d probably watched it more times than I could count. I knew it well enough that I could do most of the lines by memory. Not that I was going to confess to that.
Now he was squirming and had started to blush a little.
“You were totally turned on during that trip, weren’t you?” How had I missed that? I glanced down at his lap before focusing back on the road. “You’re too big to hide a hard-on. How did I not know?”
He was turning purple, he was so embarrassed now. What had he done? “B? How did you hide it from me? I checked you out too often to have missed that.”
“You did?” It came out squeaky. He cleared his throat to try again. “You did?”
“Of course. I’ve been checking you out since we met, Baby. But you’re not going to distract me. How did you hide it from me?”
“I…well, I…um…” He looked kind of helpless. But I wasn’t going to let being cute get him out of it this time. I waited and made sure he could tell that I wasn’t going to get sidetracked. “Well, I…I…” He cleared his throat and tried again. This time the words came out in a hurried whisper. “I wore a jock under my boxers whenever we would hang out.…”
I almost came.
Only a quick grab to the base of my cock saved me. Just the picture in my head was enough to make me so hard I couldn’t think. He kept me constantly turned on and good God, that was hot. Bryan’s face was buried in his hands. I knew he was dying of embarrassment but it was so damned sexy I needed a minute.
If there had been any place to pull over I probably would have done it, but we were in the middle of nowhere. It took a minute before I could think. Bryan was still doubled over. He looked like he was trying to figure out a way to climb under the seat. I put a hand on his back and started rubbing slow circles.
“Baby, do you know how insanely erotic that is?”
He was mumbling something so bad that he had to say it twice before I could get it. “You don’t think that makes me seem like an idiot?”
“No, B. I think it’s sexy as hell.” We saw each other daily. How had he hidden this? “How many do you own?” I’d been in his room for days and I couldn’t remember seeing any. That right there should have probably clued me in.
“They’re in the bottom drawer. I had to go out and buy a ton because I had to wear them so often around you. There was no way to explain why a guy who didn’t play any kind of sport would own a dozen.” He sat up, trapping my hand behind his back. He wasn’t a scary shade of purple any longer, so I started to relax.
I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
“A dozen?” Not what I was going to say.
He nodded. “It was the only way.”
“You know you have to show them to me now, right? I can see it. You walking around just in that jock with your ass hanging out for me.” I was getting too turned on again, so I tried to dial it back a notch. “Oh, yeah. Right when we get home, B.”
Then I pulled my hand out from behind his back and reached down to grab his crotch, giving him a little squeeze. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you look.”
He looked like he wanted to be talking about anything else, but his cock jerked. I knew he wasn’t as opposed to the idea as he tried to make it seem. Suddenly the adult toy store didn’t seem that exciting. I couldn’t wait to get home.