Page 12 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“Is that his name? It sounds only slightly more real than Ballbuster69.”
“That’s what Wendy said. I suppose his name really could be Mr. Ballbuster,” Samuel says, and tries to laugh. “Lex Ballbuster.”
It’s funny enough that Bryan smiles.
Wait.
“You’d call him Sir?” Bryan asks. That makes him angry. It comes through in his tone. He’s never used such a tone with Samuel. He hates the idea of Samuel calling some sleazy man Sir as if he deserves respect.
“No, I… I would not. That’s— you are Sir. I wouldn’t,” he sounds apologetic. “And that’s not what I want. I want, well, you read it.”
Right. The boy wants a Daddy.
“And that’s what you’d call him? This stranger with a fake name would getthatfromyou?”Why does that disgusting pervert get such an honorific? He hasn’t earned anything and doesn’t deserve devotion from someone as good as Samuel.
Samuel flinches. “I should get back to work, Sir.” Samuel crosses one leg over the other. He’s never seen the boy sit like that. And then he’s tugging at his pants, near his groin.
He’s hard.
He’s a young, naughty boy with an erection in his boss’s office. His Sir’s office. That hangs between them. It must. Bryan can feel it. His own cock is hard and throbbing in his pants.
It’s a loss of control, and it makes him angry.Being aroused at work isn’t something he’s dealt with. Thisisn’tBryan’s problem. This is Samuel’s problem. He’s the one who made Bryan hard, he should take care of it.
Bryan shakes his head because that thought is deeply inappropriate. It was Samuel’s email and the things he read and saw in the night that made him think that.
“Can I go… Sir?”
He can feel the boy waiting, perched and expectant, as if Bryan has the power to release him, as if he controls Samuel physically and mentally. Like he’s some sort of god. As if he really is his Sir.
He is the most important man in Samuel’s life. He knows that. Samuel doesn’t have any real family, and he’s been withBryan for years. His first real job. He knows how important he is to Samuel, and the truth is that he likes it that way. He hates the idea of Samuel giving his respect and energy to some other man. A man who won’t even have earned it.
This man who’d be more than a Sir or Mr.
Daddy.
“We will leave here at five o'clock. No distractions and no outside emails or contact for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”
“Sir. Yes,” Samuel says, and blinks rapidly.
“You are here at work and your time and attention need to be with me,” he says the words slowly, with Samuel still watching him, wide-eyed and vulnerable.Bryan knows it isn’t appropriate to exercise his authority over Samuel like this but he can’t help it.
Samuel nods. He looks at Bryan in a way no one ever has. Not just right now but always. Neither his family nor his ex-wife nor anyone who has ever known him has looked at him with so much… love or want or whatever the hell it is. Willingness. That’s the word that comes to mind.
This is power. This is dangerous, and he must be careful with the young man before him.
Samuel is needy. Susceptible to harm. He cannot let this innocent boy be hurt.
Samuel could be easily taken advantage of, and he’s pretty.
What the boy needs is to know that someone cares about him. He needs to know what it feels like to have a man take care of him with actual feeling rather than sexual lust.
How can he let some awful man have Samuel?
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may go.”
Samuel leaps up, practically running to the door.
