Page 30 of Jace's Secret
“Yeah, that’s right. Comfort yourself, baby. Daddy fucking loves that, doesn’t he?” His voice is rough with lust.
Jace nods, squeaking at the next heavy thud along his throbbing cheeks.
“You’re a boy, sweetheart. Daddy’s good boy. And you’ll stay that way until the twenty-sixth, do you understand?”
He can’t speak. He squeezes his eyes closed.
“You’ll get your punishment and then you’ll get Daddy’s cock in your tight little hole and then we’re going to figure out the food for Christmas. We can make cookies, and we can cook together, but you won’t do anything alone. You’re too little. I don’t trust you around the oven or stove. Do you understand?”
He sobs and nods, then shoves up and throws himself into his Daddy’s arms, curling close.
“Shh, I know. Daddy knows,” he says, and then his Daddy is lifting him, adjusting him so he can sink his cock into Jace’s hole. He hauls Jace down, drilling into him, and Jace cries out and latches on to his Daddy’s neck, sucking hard at the skin there as he’s rocked into again and again.
“Good boy. That’s right. Suck on Daddy. Hold on tight, baby. Daddy is here and you’re mine. My good boy,” he says, over and over again.
12
When they’ve recovered, they shower. And then Garrett dresses Jace in Frosty the Snowman pajamas he bought for the occasion. Jace is stunned. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, and he keeps cuddling close to Garrett, on the verge of tears.
He has Jace walk him through his plans for food, and it becomes apparent that this wasn’t a meal to enjoy, but a quest to not be lonely and disappointed. If Jace could just stay busy enough, then he wouldn’t be sad when Garrett left him.
It breaks his heart.
He will not leave. They watch a Christmas movie and then make cookies, Jace sitting at the counter while Garrett puts them in the oven and takes them out. He meant what he said—his boy is too young to take things in and out of the oven.
Garrett makes them dinner and they go to bed early, Jace waking him up in the night because he’s empty and needing.
He breeds his boy, filling him with come and then plugging him up. It’s the only way he can get Jace to settle sometimes. The next day, they eat cereal in front of the TV and Garrett has his boy unwrap the giant Lego kit he bought for them to put together.
Jace squints at him in surprise. “Did I tell you I like Legos?”
“No. Who doesn’t like Legos?”
They order Chinese for dinner and then his boy uses his mouth to cockwarm him while they watchDie Hard. The problem is that he keeps trying to turn around and see. It’s distracting and tugs on his cock enough that Garrett doesn’t stay soft for long.
“Up you go. I have a better idea.” He grunts as he lifts Jace off the ground and gets him settled on his hard cock. Jace shudders and whines as Garrett gets him situated, thighs open and draped over Garrett’s legs, his back against his Daddy’s front. His hot little hole is stretched wide around his Daddy’s thick cock.
It takes Jace a few minutes to settle down and not clench or encourage his Daddy to fuck him, but eventually he lets out an uneven sigh and relaxes. They start the movie again.
By the time they go to bed that night, his boy is close to nonverbal. He’s been down in little space for so long that he curls up under the covers with his thumb in his mouth. Jace shoves his ass back in offer. He’s so well used that it’s easy to press into his boy and ride him gently for a long time.
Jace whimpers and squeaks, sore at the heavy use he’s gotten over the last twenty-four hours. It makes his boy unbearably aroused, his panties soaked as soon as he puts them on.
“Daddy,” he begs, and Garrett pulls out of him to get the vibrator.
“You’re full, baby. That’s uncomfortable, isn’t it? Let Daddy get you emptied out.”
“Oh—I,” Jace starts, and then stops talking, the words gone. He clutches his large stuffed panda to his chest, turning over and covering up his cock, pressing it against the soft fur.
“You’ll make it messy, honey.”
His boy has never been so far down, so dissociated from his normal self. His hips start to move, small hitching thrusts against the panda, grinding his full balls against his stuffie. Garrett supposes they can wait a few more minutes if it means he gets to watch this.
His boy is beautiful, the round globes of his ass clenching and releasing as he humps at the animal. His pink hole flashes at Garrett again and again, slick with lube and come, pink from being used so many times. He settles on his side to watch. Jace’s head is buried into his pillow, his back flushed with embarrassment as he ruts.
Garrett puts a hand on his boy’s back, rubbing him gently, soothing him as Jace starts to whimper in frustration. Garrett’s cock twitches, his own balls aching for release at the sight and sound of his sweet boy becoming overwhelmed.
“Daddy’s gonna need to fuck you pretty soon, baby. You can try for another minute or two but that’s it. Then Daddy will show you how it’s done.” There’s no way he can see something as sexy as Jace humping his stuffed animal and not fuck his boy’s hole one more time.
