Page 14 of His Biker Daddy

I balked at the idea of marriage when Everly first brought it up to us, I mean yeah, she and Tate got married just weeks after we got her back from her kidnapping, but that was different. Then we went to a rally, and I saw other men eyeing my little boy and I fucking lost it. He was walking around wearing my collar, his dick was caged by me, wearing a leather cut saying he was claimed, and they were still eyeing him.

I walked him into our hotel room and told him he had a choice, he gets ‘Law’s Property’ tattooed where everyone would see it clear as day no matter what he was wearing, or he marry me and wear the biggest, boldest, fucking ring ever. He just laughed and said he’d marry me if I was serious and I showed him exactly how serious I was by fucking him in front of the balcony window, making sure everyone heard his shouting ‘thank you daddy’ when I let him come.

The next morning, Everly asked if Cashy had fun last night, and he mentioned that daddy might have promised to marry him. That his choice was either marriage or a tattoo and her eyes cut to me, a dark threat in them because she knew my little boy was afraid of needles. Not why, but that he was. And while he may not be wholly comfortable with them still, he doesn’t freak out whenever I pull the pinwheel out and press it into his skin anymore.

We’ve been working on desensitization on it, daddy teaching his little boy they’re not meant to scare him, and he’s now good with the pinwheel and had no issues at his last doctor’s appointment when it came time for a blood draw. That might also be somewhat thanks to daddy standing behind him, kissing him while they slipped the needle in to get the blood started.

Cash calmed down Everly and together, they planned the wedding. She was his ‘best woman’ or ‘little of honor’ as they were jokingly calling it, and I had Tate up with me despite there being guys I’ve known a lot longer. When you have relationships like ours, it grows bonds much faster, and I know if anything happened to me, Tate and Everly would make sure Cash was okay, just as we would with Everly if anything happened to Cash—but especially with little Linc if something happened to both of them. We love that little guy and watch him whenever they need a break, or a night in the playroom by themselves.

I don’t see us having kids of our biological own and adoption I can guarantee is out of the realm of possibilities thanks to our lifestyle—and I don’t mean because we’re gay and it’s not like we’d go around sharing all the little stuff that we enjoy. No, being members of the club, or clubs, living in the clubhouse, we’d never be approved. So, helping out with Linc as Unky Cash and Poppy Law is as far as we’ll take it.

It’s not like Linc is likely to be the only kid they have. Tate’s already talking about ‘breeding’ his little girl again, so I’m sure she’ll be pregnant sooner rather than later, giving us another baby to help out with and love. And since we live right next door now, it’s not like we’ve got far to go to get in some baby snuggles, because shit…that’s something else entirely.

I settle Cash in the bed, enjoying the overalls he’s wearing. Like always, his collar is wrapped around his neck, but for now at least, his dick is beneath the shorts of the overalls and there are snaps in the bottom that will let them come off easily for daddy to get to his ass.

“Do you remember what daddy caught you doing the first time you wore something like this for him?” I ask, lifting his face to mine and the light in his eyes says he most certainly does. “Good, you don’t stop touching until daddy comes in and you better make sure to clean up any messes you make.”

“Yes daddy,” Cash sighs, and I leave the space, moving into the lounge and turn on the monitors, watching him fumble into his pants, through the slit in the front, getting his little dick hard, and he strokes himself as he glances at the dirty magazine. I don’t hurry, forcing him to keep going, and he comes with a small cry, catching his cum with his free hand. That’s my cue and I storm into the room as he’s slurping it down.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little boy?” I demand, startling him a bit. He tries to hide everything, but his dick is still half-hard and poking out of his shorts, and the magazine is on the bed. “You dirty, filthy little boy! Get up, now!”

He doesn’t move quite fast enough, and I grab the strap, using it as a leash and pull him into the bathroom, making him stumble to keep up. My boy loves being pushed and pulled around, degraded even, made to be a full-on pup at times, and I plan to give him everything he likes most tonight, because he’s given me everything the last year and a half.

“You want to behave like a fucking animal, then you’ll live like one,” I state, seeing the cum on his chin that dribbled down. I push him down to his knees, shoving his face in what looks like a small split log. The entire playroom is built around a fantasy forest or fairy woods theme. The bed is a giant Alaskan king on a platform that’s made to resemble tree roots and knobs.

There are trees with pink and purple leaves in it and a curtain of leaves hides the door to the bathroom, or the ‘forest pool’ as we teased them with the first time we had them taking a bath together in it—dressed in swimwear still. Yes, we’ve seen about everything of the other couple, but somehow full-out nudity seems wrong when we’re playing with our littles.

The bathroom is set up with a waterfall scene which is the shower as well as the pool tub, it has a normal toilet and sink, but I had Tate add in space for a urinal and a drinking bowl—which is even better with the reality of the trough as it gives me move surface to push Cash’s face into and make him drink from it. The split log fits entirely with the rest of the space, and the urinal blends in seamlessly as well. Tate was surprised I wanted it so low to the ground, but I had them add it there so my boy can reach it when he’s on his knees and daddy’s making him piss.

My favorite part of the playroom though is actually the separated punishment corner. It’s designed to be the inside of a tree, and we left little knobs where someone can peep through and watch, as well as some glory holes I may use later with Cash—after having him on the spanking or punishment bench. I’m not sure which one we’ll use tonight, but we will be using one of them, that’s for sure.

I pull his head up out of the water and all the way back so I can see his face as he coughs a bit. His eyes show he’s not hurting, simply enjoying everything and I press on, moving to shove his face back into the water but he pushes on the floor, trying to stay upright arguing with me.

“I didn’t do anything bad, daddy. Everyone does it,” he says.

“Notmylittle boy!” I counter, giving his balls a spank, pulling a shout from him. “You know the fucking rules,” I add with another spank to them. “No dirty magazines.” Spank. “No touching your little dick.” Spank. “No playing with your little dick.” Spank. “No pleasuring yourself.” Spank. “No making messes in daddy’s house.” Spank. “And most certainly, no drinking anything daddy doesn’t give you.” Spank!

“Daddy, please, stop, please, please…please! I’m sorry,” he adds, and I grab the leash, pulling him across the room towards the shower, not letting him get up when he tries to stumble up to his feet.

“No! If you want to behave like a filthy animal, not listen to daddy’s rule, then you’ll see how daddy treats his little pup versus how he treats his little boy,” I growl, jerking him backdown. “First thing that goes are the clothes. Pups don’t wear anything but collars that show who owns them.”

I strip the outfit off him, leaving him naked other than my collar, and I turn on the water, after shedding my shirt. I put on a pair of quick drying water shorts that have plenty of give to let me get my cock out, but first, I put him in the water, soaking him head to toe.

“Have to make sure the pup’s clean when you bring him home. Don’t know where he’s been,” I add giving his ass a spank before pushing two fingers inside it. He can take my entire hand when he’s worked up to it, and shit, I love making him do it. Right now, I start with two, adding a third as he begs me to stop.

“Daddy, no, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t be bad anymore, please…”

“Nothing nasty you’re bringing into my house here,” I state, sliding my fingers out of his ass and he whines at the loss making me hold back a smile as I clean his balls thoroughly, before turning over to his dick. It lengthens as I wash it with long strokes, and he’s shaking by the time I pull back, completely on the edge.

“Daddy please…stop,” he cries when I give his balls another spank, making his dick jerk.

“No, daddy’s teaching you what being a pup means,” I return, enjoying the way he shivers in response. “Responsible owners make sure their pups can’t go leaving their seed all over their place. You fight me and I’ll show you how they do that,” I add as I slip up behind him, my cock hard and hungry, and I press it to his ass hole, going slow to prolong it.

“Daddy no! No!” he shouts bucking against me, and I push down on his shoulders, until his top half lowers to the floor, his face pressed against it.

“You have to show the pup who the alpha of the house is…and that’s…me,” I shout as I press fully into his tight ass. I keepa hand on his head, so it stays in the stream of the water, taking him hard and deep as he cries out for daddy to stop. His ass though, it grabs hold of me not wanting me to pull out every time I pull back to thrust in harder, especially when I pull on the chain for the collar, choking him.

“Daddy, please…please,” he gurgles beneath the water. “Please stop…please you’re hurting me. Please stop hurting me…”

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