Page 19 of Disciplinary Action
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal whispered.
Gideon smiled at the boy’s breathlessness. “Did it make you hard?”
Cal sucked in a breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
Cal shook his head before seeming to remember that he needed to verbalize his response. “No, Daddy.”
“Turn around.” Cal did as Gideon commanded, flushing a deep red when Gideon noted he was fully hard, his cock as red as the tips of his ears and straining against his belly. “Are you lying about touching yourself?” Gideon asked, caressing the skin of the boy’s lower abdomen, ignoring his erection entirely.
Cal shook his head vehemently. “No, Daddy. I share a room with two other people. I can’t unless I take a shower.”
Gideon chuckled. “Did you want to touch yourself when thinking of me?”
Cal whimpered, his tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
Gideon believed in rewarding good behavior, but he also wanted to wipe that hunted look off the boy’s face.
“I’m assuming Hillary made you get tested before she’d hire you.”
Cal frowned but nodded. “Yes, I’m negative.”
Gideon nodded. “Take your clothes off and hang them on the coat rack over there. When you’re done, come back here.”
Cal said nothing, his hands shaking as he attempted to unbutton his shirt. Gideon shoved his hands away, helping the boy for the sake of time and his patience. Only when Cal was fully naked before him did he wrap his hand around the boy’s aching cock. Just one squeeze had Cal’s eyelids fluttering and a whine escaping his lips. “Was there anybody in the office?” Gideon asked, tone casual as he stroked Cal’s cock.
“N-No… N-oh, fuck. Daddy. Lunch. They’ve all gone to lunch.”
Gideon watched the boy’s face as he asked, “What time is your next class?”
“I have a free—oh, God—a free period until one-forty-five. Ungh.”
That was plenty of time for what Gideon had in mind. He pulled the lube from his drawer. Cal’s gaze locked on the bottle before darting to Gideon, pupils blown wide, clearly as turned on as he was wary. “Lie back on the desk, little bird. Good boys get rewarded.”
“On the desk?” Cal blurted.
Gideon chuckled. “Yes, lie back, feet on the arms of my chair.”
Cal was breathing heavy, and Gideon hadn’t even touched him yet. So responsive. The boy was perfect. “I don’t want to have to gag you, but if you get too noisy, I will. I’m going to make you feel so good, but you’ll have to wait for it, like a good boy. Think you can do that for me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal said, but he didn’t sound confident.
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Gideon lubed up his hands before wrapping a slick fist around Cal’s cock, jerking him slowly while the other massaged his balls. The boy moaned obscenely, arching his hips off the desk. Gideon let him briefly fuck into his fist before taking his hand away and massaging the boy’s lower abdomen and the spot just behind his balls. Cal whined in confusion, but Gideon didn’t relent. He took his time, massaging the head of the boy’s cock with both thumbs until he was leaking, only to release him entirely, playing at Cal’s entrance.
Each time he took the boy’s cock back in his hand, Cal panted harder, half-bitten whines falling from his lips, his hips bouncing as he tried to fuck himself up into Gideon’s tightened fist, groaning in frustration when Gideon stopped touching him. Cal’s whole body was flushed pink, his skin glistening with sweat, his cock oozing precum. But Gideon was a patient man, and he was going to teach Cal that good things came to those who waited. Every time he stopped, it only served to make Cal’s final release all the more exquisite, but he was far past understanding that. “Why are you punishing me? You said I did good.”
Gideon ignored that Cal hadn’t called him Daddy. “Shh, little one. Daddy’s going to take care of you. You need to trust me.” He slipped a finger inside the boy, teasing the spongy gland just inside.
Cal yelped in surprise, trying to bare down on Gideon’s finger, but he withdrew it, instead focusing on the boy’s balls once again, gently rolling them in his hands before abandoning the task to caress the boy’s lower belly.
Cal slammed his fists on the desk, not in anger but in confusion. “What are you doing to me? I feel like I’m going crazy. It hurts, Daddy. Everything hurts.”
Gideon shushed the boy gently. “Not much longer. I promise it will be worth it. You can hold off just a little bit longer for Daddy, can’t you, sweet boy?” A sob escaped Cal, but he nodded, tears leaking from his eyes. “That’s my good boy.”
Gideon began the process all over again, each time bringing Cal to the verge of orgasm only to stop and move to another task, never repeating the same pattern twice, watching the way his boy responded—the labored breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his thigh muscles strained as he tried to thrust once more into Gideon’s hand, desperate for release.
