“Hmmmmm.” Willem rumbled as he took more and more of Eli into his mouth, the slow bob of his head sheer torture for his boy.
Eli tossed his head back and bucked helplessly against his daddy, even knowing he was to remain still. Willem would probably take his mouth away, deny his orgasm - but damn it felt so fucking good that he couldn’t control his urge to thrust. It was like he was in heat or something.Never again…he promised himself…will I wait this long.
Willem ripped his mouth free, and Eli sobbed softly.
“I thought I said to be still, boy.”
Eli squeezed his eyes shut. “Sorry, Daddy….I…,” he cried out as the unexpected orgasm broadsided him as his daddy brushed against him when he rose to his feet, one arm wrapping around Eli’s waist. “…no!” He shook as his cock spurted between their bodies, his daddy’s other hand still wrapped around his base.
“Fuck…” The whispered word barely registered in his ears, as he helplessly came apart in his daddy’s arms.
* * *
Willem growled hungrily as Eli slumped against him, his slender form still shaking with the intensity of his release. The very idea that his boy had been so needy that he hadn’t been able to control himself, told Willem that their few hasty encounters in the bathroom hadn’t been enough for his boy.Never again.He would make time to give his boy the release he needed each day. Even if it meant gagging his lover to keep the kids from hearing. Because even as hot as the idea of his boy coming undone like he had was, he refused to let Eli suffer.
Not to mention his own dick ached like a bitch. He glanced toward the master closet with the hidden playroom on the other side of it. Did he have enough control to get his boy inside of the soundproof room before fucking his brains out? He glanced longingly at the bed, but decided he needed to hear his boy’s cries of pleasure more than he needed the comfort of their bed.After - then we can come back in here to cuddle.
“Naughty boy,” Willem forced the words past his tight throat. “I do believe I told you that you weren’t to come, Eli.”
Eli opened his eyes, their green depths glassy with spent pleasure. “You did. Sorry, Daddy. It’s just been too long and I…”
“…deserve a punishment,” Willem finished softly. “Go to the playroom, and make yourself ready for me, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Eli hung his head and trudged toward the closet, his shoulders slumped.
Willem waited until he’d disappeared into the dark confines and heard the familiar scrape of the hidden panel opening, before leaning down to pick up the pillow off the floor. God damn that had been hot to see his boy come apart in such a way. He tossed the pillow back on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. After washing his hands of his boy’s release, he tugged off his t-shirt, unbuttoned his jeans, but left them on, before heading to join Eli in the playroom.
A quick journey through his closet, found him in the playroom that his parents had used before him. It was so well hidden and insulated that as a young child he’d never realized it even existed. It wasn’t until he’d taken ownership of the home that his father had led him into the closet, and revealed the room, all in hopes that someday his son would have his own Little to cherish.
And speaking of Littles…
He turned, after shutting the door behind him, to see his boy bent over the changing table, his slender body pale against the dark wood. After a quick walk to the bookcase and the hidden monitor, which he flipped on to hear if either of the kids needed them, he returned to his boy’s side.
“So tempting.” He ran his hand over the swell of Eli’s ass. “It almost makes me want to forgo the punishment you accrued by coming without permission.”
Eli hung his head between his arms. “Punish me, Daddy.”
A warmth settled in the pit of Willem’s stomach. His boy was damn near perfect – for him at least. It still amazed him how well they fit together. “I think that’s for Daddy to decide, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” The reply came out muffled.
He gave Eli a sharp pop with the flat of his hand. “And don’t think for a moment, that I don’t know your part in today’s snowball fight.”
Eli’s head popped up from the table, his face flushing. “I…”
“Don’t even try to claim that you’re innocent, boy.” He leaned down to nip the top of Eli’s ear. “I saw you sneak off with Jeremy. Saw you help him make at least a dozen snowballs, then heard you tell him that Derek would be an excellent target.”
“Sor…rrr…y.” Eli whimpered as Willem dragged his fingers through the crease of his ass.
“Not as sorry as you will be.” Willem assured him before pulling back to slide open one of the drawers on the changing table. Inside were nestled several different plugs. Along with tubes of various lubes. After selecting a medium sized plug, he opened a peppermint infused lube and coated the shiny surface.
“Daddy?” The hesitancy in his boy’s voice was obvious. “I smell peppermint.”
“I’m sure you do.” He took a couple dabs of it and rubbed it around Eli’s tight little entrance.
“I….ahhh!” Eli dropped his head back to the table but kept his hips in place – remaining still under Willem’s administrations.
“Good boy. You were naughty today, and this…” He picked up the plug off the table, then slowly pressed it against Eli’s asshole. It readily opened, greedy for the slick plug. “…is the price naughty boys pay for causing mischief. They get their bottom switched with the cane while having their ass plugged.”
