Chapter Three

Talking to Daddy’s mom had been terrifying, but he was so glad he’d decided to take the chance. While the concept of a parent not only accepting—but embracing—their child’s same sex partner still seemed too fantastic to believe, Daddy’s parents made it all a bit more real. They’d barely spoken more than a few minutes, but Daddy’s mom had been so nice to him—a total stranger.

He could see where Daddy got it from.

The ending credits were rolling on Home Alone and Daddy was snoring softly. He was sitting on the den sofa with his legs splayed out and his head tipped back. One arm was draped over Seth, who was lying with his head in Daddy’s lap, and the other was draped across the back of the couch. Daddy had barely made it through half the movie before he’d fallen asleep. Seth had stayed very still so he wouldn’t disturb him.

But the movie was over, and he had to pee. Seth moved as carefully as he could, but with a loud snort, Daddy jerked up his head, blinking rapidly.

“Oh, damn. Sorry, baby.” Daddy ran his fingers through Seth’s hair as he yawned. “Didn’t mean to pass out on you like that.”

“That’s okay. It’s nice to get a chance to relax after all that cooking.” Seth chuckled. “And eating.”

Daddy patted his belly. “Way too much eating.” He stroked his thumb over Seth’s shoulder. “But damn, it was tasty.”

Seth sat up so he could lean against Daddy for a minute. He didn’t want to jump up and leave the room right after Daddy had just woken up.

“Do you want me to get you a piece of pie now?”

Seth had enjoyed a big piece with ice cream at the beginning of the film, but Daddy had begged off.

Daddy rubbed his eye with one knuckle. “God, no.” He stretched his arms above his head then gave himself a shake. “But I do feel pretty rested after that nap.” He glanced sideways at Seth. “Very rested.”

Seth had started being able to figure out when Daddy was in the mood. Since Seth was always in the mood, that half of the equation wasn’t an issue.

“What do you want, Daddy?”

Daddy ran his gaze over Seth in the way that made him feel owned, as if he were more special than anyone alive.

“My precious boy, of course.” Daddy reached under the hem of Seth’s tee and stroked his belly. “But I’d also love to give you some cock-sucking lessons, like we’d discussed.”

Heat crawled up Seth’s neck and into his face. He’d recently drummed up the nerve to ask Daddy if he could help him get better at giving head. When Daddy gave him a blowjob, he would suck and swallow Seth until he’d melt into a pile of goo. When he gave Daddy a blowjob, he’d end up choking and sputtering through the whole experience. No matter how many times Daddy assured him there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, Seth wasn’t buying it.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Seth ducked his head. “It’s embarrassing for me to talk about, but I want to make you feel good.”

Daddy sighed and ran his palm up and down Seth’s frame. “I wish you’d believe me when I tell you how awesome you make me feel.”

“I know…” Seth shifted on the cushion, the need to pee becoming more urgent. “If you only knew what it’s like when you do that for me, then I think you’d understand.”

Daddy rubbed the pad of his thumb over Seth’s nipple. “Tell me, baby. What is it I do?”

“Um, a…a blowjob.”

It hadn’t taken Seth too long to discover how much Daddy loved dirty talk.

“Mmm.” Daddy nudged Seth’s ear with his nose, the warmth of his breath tickling Seth’s neck. “You like when Daddy sucks your cock, don’t you? When I eat your cum?”

Seth groaned. “Daddy, the cage. And…and I have to pee.” Daddy could always get him hard in record time.

He gave Seth’s nipple a pinch then rose from the couch. Seth couldn’t figure out why the spanking, pinches and love bites turned him on—even though they all involved pain.

“Come on, my poor baby.” He extended his hand. “Let’s get you taken care of. Then I’ve got something you can take care of for me.”

Seth chuckled. “Okay, Daddy. Thanks.

After Seth had peed and Daddy had unlocked his cage, they decided to take a shower together. While Seth reveled in the care and attention he received when Daddy gave him a bath, showering was its own kind of fun.

“How’s the temperature for you?” Daddy gestured for him to come over and check.