Page 43 of Disciplinary Action
“Alright, dirty boy.” Cal didn’t waste any time. He gripped Gideon’s dick by the base and sank his mouth down to meet it, bobbing his head like he was on a mission. “Fuck, that’s it,” Gideon muttered, leaning back so he could watch his cock disappear between Cal’s swollen lips. “Christ, your mouth should be illegal.”
Cal let his hand fall away, taking Gideon deeper, guiding Gideon’s hand back to his head. He gripped Cal’s hair tight until the boy hissed. “Is this what you want, dirty boy? You want me to force you to take my cock?”
Cal looked up, gaze growing hazy. He slipped into subspace so easily, like he was made for it. It was remarkable, really. Gideon flexed his hips forward, forcing his cock into Cal’s throat until the boy’s lips touched pubic hair, his throat convulsing. Gideon held him there, watching as Cal’s eyes watered, his fingers spasming as he gripped Gideon’s thighs. Cal sat back as Gideon released him, saliva and tears coating his face. Gideon pushed his thumb into Cal’s mouth, and he nursed it obediently. “Such a good little whore for Daddy.”
“Promise, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby. Now, take your clothes off,” Gideon said. “Hang them up neatly and then come back to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal said, rising in one graceful move.
Gideon lazily stroked his cock as he watched Cal strip. He’d already cleared his desk earlier in anticipation of fulfilling his promise to fuck Cal on it after school. But there was no sense in waiting. Cal had a free period after lunch anyway, and the boy clearly needed attention now. He needed to know he was wanted.
Cal returned to Gideon, naked, teeth biting into his bottom lip, like some shy little flower. Gideon stood, kissing him carefully, not wanting to hurt his already injured mouth. Cal deepened the kiss, clearly long past caring about his own well-being. Gideon let him control the kiss for a moment before pulling away and turning Cal to face the desk.
“Bend over.” Cal hesitated for a brief moment before doing as Gideon said, arching his hips wantonly. He spread the boy open, pressing his thumb down on the base of the toy, driving it deeper. Cal gave a low moan. “Do you like your present, baby?”
Cal gave a breathy sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you think of me fucking your tight little hole every time you sat down today?” Gideon tugged on the toy, applying just enough pressure to make Cal shiver.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you like having my cum inside you all day?”
Cal sighed dreamily. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want some more?” Gideon asked.
“Please, Daddy.”
Gideon released the toy, running his hands along Cal’s back. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
Cal looked back over his shoulder, his tongue licking out over his bottom lip nervously. “I mean it. I do. Please.”
“You can do better than that, little bird. Beg me. Tell me how much you need my cock in your greedy little hole. How much you need Daddy to fill you up,” he said, keeping his tone cool.
“Please, Daddy. Please. I’ll do anything. I need you,” Cal whispered.
Gideon arched a brow. “Again. Make me believe it.”
A quiet sob escaped from Cal. “Please, Daddy. Please. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Breed me. Fill me up. Please. I need you so bad. Please. Please.”
“Easy, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Daddy will always take care of you,” Gideon crooned, settling his hand on Cal’s lower back. “But you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”
“I don’t know,” Cal whined, sounding frantic.
“Shh,” Gideon said, petting over Cal’s back. “I’ve got you.”
Cal gasped, his hands darting out to grip the edge of Gideon’s desk, as he pulled the plug almost completely free before sliding it back in again. Cal came up onto his toes, panting as Gideon fucked him with the plug, his hand holding Cal in place even as the boy tried to rock himself back on the silicone toy.
When Cal whimpered in frustration, Gideon finally pulled the toy free, tossing it on the desk, chuckling to himself about how horrified Abernathy would be if she knew this was how he punished Cal.
Gideon sank three fingers into Cal’s used hole, cock throbbing at the feel of his seed still inside, knowing he would fill him up with more soon. “Look at that, all nice and ready for me, your hole already wet and leaking.”
He folded himself over Cal, running his tongue along his spine before gripping the boy’s chin in his palm with one hand and lining his cock up with his entrance with the other. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Daddy.”
