Page 24 of Jace's Secret
Garrett doesn’t appear to agree, but Jace knows he’s thinking about it. “I think you better give me facts instead of conclusions. Saying you are broken is a conclusion that I don’t agree with, and I don’t think you should, either. Has it always been this way?” Garrett pulls him closer, so he’s being held and supported while he explains how his body works (or doesn’t) and why.
“I was sick for a long time after my parents died. I didn’t eat. I didn’t…thrive. They thought it was psychosomatic, just a response from the trauma of losing my parents and being kidnapped, and maybe it was.” Why does he bother to say “maybe” when that’s the answer that resonates inside of him? He makes himself continue. “Um, when I was fifteen and still not growing, not putting on weight, then they did a lot of tests and they still couldn’t figure out if there was anything wrong with me. And then a few more years went by and I finally went through puberty. I got good grades and made some friends, so everyone stopped worrying about whether I was thriving. And it isn’t like I wanted to tell anyone that I didn’t get hard. I just never cared all that much. I have so many fantasies and desires, and none of them revolve around that part of me.”
He swallows and takes a deep breath. Garrett kisses him on the temple, hand running reassuringly up and down his back. It gives him the strength to continue.
“There are things I just love so much, and me having a hard dick doesn’t matter in the things I fantasize about. And I get aroused. It’s just not… I just don’t love that part of me. And that part of me doesn’t respond very well, anyway. There were a few years where that pissed me off, and so I’d say I have a complicated relationship with my dick now. I’m not sure we’re friends. He doesn’t listen or do what he should do. He isn’t friendly and rarely likes a lot of attention. But we have one thing we both agree on and that’s….”
Jace huffs out a sigh and forces the words out. He’s almost done. The explanation is almost over. “But it’s all okay because my Daddy has the hard cock and I can take care of his. And if we can just orient everything around that, then we’re happy. I’m happy. Uh, to clarify, I don’t think of my dick as some third person, you know.”
Jace risks a glance at Garrett.
He doesn’t look horrified or like he’s thinking about making a run for the door.
Garrett takes his hand in his, twines their fingers together. He kisses the back of it. “Thank you for telling me. I think you’re gorgeous, Jace. I think you’re perfect and I feel like the luckiest man alive to have a boy as sweet and perfect as you wanting me. And you’re right, I do have a hard cock, and I need a boy to take care of that for me,” he says, so matter of fact. “That’s exactly where your attention should be, baby. You can take care of Daddy and I’ll take care of you.”
His legs open wider and Jace’s hand is placed on his hard, hot cock, encouraged to squeeze. Jace whimpers, hand moving obediently. He gives it a little squeeze because he can’t help it.
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” Jace manages. And he has the sneaking suspicion that his Daddy is so perfect that it might just be that easy.
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Garrett moves Jace’s hand so he’s covering his cock and balls. “It’s a lot to take care of,” Garrett says, voice a low rumble. He kisses at Jace’s jaw, nips down his neck, then urges Jace’s hand to stroke him. “See how much there is? You can’t even get it all in one hand.”
Jace trembles. His mind goes blank. Garrett lifts Jace’s other hand, settling it over his cock. It’s awkward. The angle is off and the grip isn’t right, but Jace is so weak with desire that he can hardly lift a hand to help.
Garrett groans, trying to shift Jace’s fingers to touch his big cock better. “It’s a full-time job, isn’t it, Jace? We’ve got three hands on Daddy’s cock and it still isn’t what Daddy needs. How do we take care of Daddy’s cock, huh? What do you think?”
His heart is pounding. He gazes up at Garrett and has the bizarre and frightening feeling that his Daddy can read his mind, that every perverse thought he’s ever had is known. It’s too much.
Garrett kisses him softly on the lips. “Your mouth. What about that, boy? Is that a good home for Daddy’s cock? Will you take care of me there?”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy,” he breathes, and swipes his tongue over his Daddy’s bottom lip. Garrett groans at the tentative touch.
“And what about your hole, honey? Will you keep Daddy safe and warm inside you?”
“Oh. I—always,” he promises, and shoves forward, kissing his Daddy roughly.
Garrett chuckles and kisses him for long moments. “My good boy. So what should Daddy do then to take care of you properly? Put your little cock away? Back in a jock? Would my boy like a diaper?”
“I don’t need a diaper,” he whispers, unable to believe how calm Garrett is. How accepting he seems.
“What do you need?” he asks, gaze direct.
“I like a jock, Daddy. And I like panties for girls, and I even like boy’s briefs. I just like support and for it to be… ignored. I don’t like it to be… messy.”
“And yet, you have those pretty little balls, baby. And they’re full. How do we take care of that? Does Daddy fuck the come out of you?”
Jace nods, mortified and tingling with arousal.
“Look at me. Tell Daddy how we take care of that pretty place between your legs.”
He whimpers. It’s too much. “You fuck the come out of me, Daddy. And I can use a vibrator if I have to.”
One brow rises. “Who can use a vibrator on you?”
“Um,” Jace says, unable to think. “You?” It doesn’t sound as emphatically enthusiastic as he wishes it did.
“What a lucky Daddy I am.” He’s sincere. And Jace believes him, at least a little.
