Page 54 of In the Name of the Father

He was tempted to bring up hard limits, but Seth was much too agitated. It could be a discussion when he was calmer.

“Yes! I mean, red. I’m saying red.” Seth turned to him, his lip quivering. “I’m sorry. I just can’t. It used to be a punishment.”

Malcolm’s stomach turned. “Don’t apologize. Your safeword is a sacred thing and something I demand you use if you need to, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

To Malcolm’s relief, Seth hadn’t pulled away from him. Instead, he’d moved closer, held onto him tighter, as if seeking Malcolm’s protection.

“Do you want to talk about it, or is it too upsetting right now?”

Seth appeared conflicted, his brow creasing. “I want to tell you, so you’ll know why I can’t use it, but I don’t want to ruin our time together.”

Malcolm wrapped an arm around Seth’s waist.

“Nothing’s being ruined. Everything we do together,everything, matters.”

Seth shook in his embrace and he kept staring at the box. Malcolm released Seth and stepped forward, but Seth grabbed his shoulder. In one swift move, Malcolm took the kit then dropped it in the trash, the gesture more symbolic than anything. He then returned to Seth’s side and held him close again.

“There. Done and over.”

“Thank you, Daddy. It was punishment for whenever I talked back.” Seth threw his arms around Malcolm’s neck. “It hurt, and there was blood. I…I only talked back a couple more times after that. Then I practiced not saying anything—just in case.”

Malcolm held Seth, caressing his back and reminding him he was safe. The need to get revenge against Seth’s father sometimes kept him awake at night, but he’d handle things the right way. Nate had put him in touch with an attorney he knew of through his baby girl, Tina. He had an appointment coming up with the firm to discuss the best way to pursue going after the church and Seth’s father that wouldn’t involve Seth having to testify.

And relive this nightmare in front of strangers.

However, in the now he needed to reverify a few things with Seth.

“Sweetheart?” Malcolm swiped his palms over Seth’s tear-stained cheeks and brushed his hair back from his face. “I need to make sure of something before we do anything else. Are you sure you still want to explore anal play the way we discussed? Because as I said before, it’s not necessary.”

“I know. You’ve been so careful with me and I appreciate it.” He sniffed. “But… Well… When you touch me there…it feels good.” Seth kissed the sensitive part of Malcolm’s wrist. “And I know you’d never hurt me.”

Malcolm had barely touched Seth’s hole, only doing so when washing him. He’d purposely kept the contact non-sexual.

“That’s all I want, baby. For you to feel good.” Malcolm kissed his forehead. “But for now, let’s start by shaving all this hair away, so it doesn’t interfere with your cage.” Malcolm cupped Seth’s balls, and the sigh he released told Malcolm that Seth’s fear had been replaced with arousal. “And while I’m at it, I can also shave your hole—make it nice and pretty. How do you feel about that?”

Seth moaned and leaned into his touch. Malcolm grinned.

“Should I take that as a yes?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Seth gripped his hands together as he sat on the toilet seat lid, waiting while Daddy got everything ready. If he didn’t keep his fingers entwined, he’d be chewing his thumbnail all the way off.

Daddy had shocked him with the enema, but he hadn’t believed for one second that he’d use it on him the way his father had. Still, the thought of having that hard tube inside him again, the water filling his belly until the painful cramps overtook him—he doubted he’d ever be able to handle it again.

After he’d calmed down, and they were back to preparing for the cage, Seth had asked Daddy why the awful procedure would ever need to be used on him. His Daddy had told him he’d explain all about it later, that he’d rather they stay focused on good things for the rest of day. Then he’d asked if that meant the enema was bad after all.

“No, sweetheart. But it is to you right now, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Being so important to Daddy still seemed unreal. He hadn’t realized that heathens could be so kind. Seth screwed his eyes shut in anger at himself.How dare you. Daddy is a better man than any of the churchgoers you’ve ever known. The only possible exception would be his mother, but he could barely remember her anymore.

“All right, sweetheart. We’re going to start with you soaking in the hot tub, get those pores open. Then I’ll direct you for the next step.”

Seth shook out his hands then rose from the seat. He allowed Daddy to help him into the tub, his gorgeous man having already shed his clothes. Maybe that meant Daddy would be joining him in the tub. Or maybe it meant he could play with Daddy’s cock some more. It didn’t make sense that he enjoyed touching Daddy’s cock more than his own, but then again, so many things he’d been learning about in the past several days didn’t either.

A low groan came out of him as he sank into the water. He blinked up at Daddy who was regarding him with fondness.

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