“Do you like it? You don’t have to like it. I have some very specific ideas about what it means to be your Daddy, but we can play many ways.”
He tugged at the restraint and a blush flooded his face, then he nodded and I had to laugh. I didn’t rush prepping him, and I was glad I’d decided to take my time as he bit at the inside of his cheek and frowned while trying to work his hands free of the velvet, though not in a panic. I was happy he felt confident enough to test his limits. I bent and looked through the drawers under the sink. I’d bought new enemas, something I’d done while I’d been feeling wistful, not necessarily hopeful, and I was glad to have them on hand. I prepared a bulb for use, but unlike last time when I’d left him alone, I set it down on the counter beside the sink and took a small bottle of lube from the medicine cabinet.
“That kind wasn’t in there before,” Max accused, and I slowly closed the mirrored door.
I gave him a look. “I didn’t have my boy here to put it away, and it’s waterproof. You don’t think your Daddy should have been coming while you weren’t here? Should I have been using another boy’s hole to fuck?”
He cringed, and that made me feel good, too, because it meant he cared as much about me with someone else as I’d cared about him. “No, Daddy. Please… I… but where does it go in the cabinet?”
“Wherever you want, when we’re done. You’ll pick a spot and I’ll leave it there.” I lubed up the tip of the bulb and then slathered my fingers. “Lean over and hold the edge of the tub.”
He gave me big eyes but did as I said. His ass was a luscious, curved sight as he raised it high in the air. Several marks still decorated his cheeks from earlier, and I took my time tracing my fingertips over each one. I leaned in and licked the stripes I’d spanked onto his skin, and he whimpered when I dragged my tongue close to his crack, then I slipped a lubed finger along his taint. He didn’t stop me as I caressed his hole. I teased him, bit at his ass, and he shivered and curved his back to press against my face.
“Are you ready for Daddy to help you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” His voice was barely a whisper, though it might as well have been a shout to my overstimulated mind. His musk was in my nose and his skin was warm and soft under my hands as he trembled with a barely constrained energy and passion that made me want to fuck him right here and now without any prep at all. I groaned, and he let out another one of those enticing sounds that weren’t quite a gasp.
I’d never considered that douching could be foreplay, and that showed the limits of my imagination. It was fucking erotic to see the tip of the bulb slip into his hole. We did the dance; I squeezed, and he dipped his head and let out a squeak that somehow became a guttural hiss. He made me fill him up four times before he was satisfied he was ready for me, and then I let him lead. I didn’t want him to go to my bed scared something would happen that would keep him from enjoying himself.
After one last time, just to be sure, he flushed a bright pink from his chest all the way to his forehead and nodded, standing up from the toilet. I ended up dabbing his ass with toilet paper to get rid of the dampness, another first for me, and his cheeks were redder than ever by the time he was standing in front of me, still hard, hands restrained and beautiful in black velvet.
“You’re such a good boy, Max,” I murmured and kissed him.
“You need to wash your hands,” he mumbled against my lips, and I laughed as I dropped the enema bulb into the garbage and did just that. I stripped off my suit coat and he watched me, his tongue traveling slowly across his bottom lip in the most entrancing tease I’d ever seen.
“Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“What… uh…. What?” he mumbled as I loosened my tie and pulled it free of my shirt. He licked his lips.
“You said you wanted to flip-fuck. Good boys help their Daddy, too, don’t you think?”
He considered me and his nostrils flared. “I’m going to get to… to clean your ass for my—” He glanced down, and throughout this entire business, he’d seemed to understand he wasn’t allowed to touch his cock, but now his fingers drifted south. I grasped the knot in the middle of his restraint and hoisted his grabby hands away from his leaking dick.
“Yes, boy. Do you want to get your Daddy clean so you can fuck him?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered and nodded so hard that some of his dark hair slipped down onto his forehead. I would have laughed if he wasn’t so earnest.
He didn’t even blink as I stripped down to my briefs, and while I was no stranger to being naked in public now and again, the intensity of his gaze drilled into my core because it went beyond needful and reminded me of obsession.
I love it.
Nerves hit me when I hooked my thumbs into my waistband. My cock nudged out the front of my underwear, and he stared at me, his own tip drooling precum down to the floor.
“Boy, there’s a second enema in the drawer. Get it out.” I eased my underwear down my thighs and the scrape of fabric over my sensitized skin was erotic in ways I wouldn’t have normally thought about. He bit his lips as he watched my cock bob, and some strange emotion I hadn’t felt before tangled up with my lust and had my balls feeling full already. “You’re—” I cleared my throat and focused on speaking. “—you’re probably not going to want to touch my ass beforehand, which is fine. I don’t mind, but I would like you to lube the tip. Can you do that? Then you’re going to take care of me, the way I did you. Keep the water cool.”
He hesitated and then did as I said, biting his lip and concentrating too hard on each step, like he was terrified he would make a mistake.
“Do you want to be Daddy’s good boy, Max?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered in a fevered rush, and then he moved and twisted the knob for the faucet. Water thundered into the sink.
When the time came and it was me leaning over the tub with my ass in the air, the lengths of velvet clenched in my fist, I was surprised by my own nervousness.
“Daddy…. JP, I just… am I doing this right?” he asked as he nudged the tip of the douche into my hole. I wasn’t turned on by this mindless process I’d probably done a thousand times alone over the years, but the way his words were breathy, and how he laid one careful hand on my back while he slowly squeezed water into my body, had tingles racing along my shaft. The cool rush of water inside my ass startled me a bit, and he made a cute empathetic sound.
“You’re doing it perfectly.”
