Page 43 of Like the Season
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t come.”
“I guess you didn’t earn a spanking, hmm?”
* * * *
More heat flared in Caleb’s belly, driving his need even higher than before. “I didn’t saythat, Daddy. Don’t good boys get spankings?”
Boyd sucked on Caleb’s lower lip. “Depends on how nicely they beg Daddy for it.”
His knees unhinged and he slid down Boyd’s body until he knelt on the floor in front of him, still trying to get the man’s jeans open. “Please, Daddy,” Caleb begged. “I need a spanking.”
Boyd’s hands closed on either side of his head, and as Caleb finally lowered the man’s zipper and fished out his cock, it was immediately sliding between his lips.
“Hands behind you,” Boyd ordered.
Caleb complied, the beloved feeling of subspace gripping and tugging him under.
Boyd took his time and slowly used Caleb’s mouth, rewarding him with tantalizing drops of pre-cum but not the hard face-fucking Caleb craved.
Calebneededthis man, the peace this part of their relationship gave him, shutting his brain down with trust taking over completely.
“Did you bring your cuffs and collar with you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled around Boyd’s cock.
“Good boy.” Boyd scratched his head like a beloved pet, and it sank Caleb even deeper.
Unconditional love.
Something he’d never felt from his family.
Then Boyd’s fingers curled around Caleb’s head again. “Take it for me.” He started fucking Caleb’s mouth, hard, deep fast. Caleb’s cock throbbed inside his slacks as he took every thrust, loving the feel of Boyd’s hot flesh against his tongue.
“Not gonna last long,” Boyd grunted, each stroke buried in Caleb’s throat. He was ready to swallow when Boyd exploded. Every drop went down his throat as he moaned, happy to be back with his Sir.
Boyd’s grip on his head eased again, his fingers stroking, not pulling his cock from Caleb’s mouth yet. Caleb had eased up, lightly working the head of Boyd’s spent cock with his tongue, trying to tease every last drop from his slit without overstimulating him.
“Such a good boy,” Boyd hoarsely said. “See if you can get me hard again. If not, that’s okay. I’m sure spanking you will help me.”
It only took him a few minutes to coax interest out of Boyd’s cock. The man pulled Caleb to his feet and kissed him again. “Let’s take this over to the couch.”
Five minutes later they were spread out on the pull-out bed, both naked, with Caleb cuffed and collared and facedown over Boyd’s lap.
Boyd held Caleb’s collar with his left hand, and with his right stroked Caleb’s ass cheeks. “Somebody really wants a spanking, hmm?”
Caleb wiggled his ass at Boyd. “Yes, please!”
“Let’s make this fast and quick so we don’t scare the neighbors.” He proceeded to do just that, hard, quick strokes that made Caleb’s ass burn. His cock rubbed against Boyd’s legs, and he loved how the heat quickly took over, making the pain sweet and dumping another load of endorphins into his system.
“Look at that,” Boyd said as he had Caleb stand up. He fisted his own cock, which had once again gone hard. He handed Caleb the lube. “Get ready to ride, baby.”
* * * *
Boyd rolled a condom down his shaft and laughed as Caleb eagerly tried to climb on. “Hold on, baby. Little more lube.”
Once Caleb had slicked Boyd’s condom-clad cock with extra lube, he straddled Boyd’s lap and slowly impaled himself all the way to the root, making both of them groan.
He captured Caleb’s mouth with another kiss. “Ride me until you get off, baby. You earned it. Take your time.”
