Page 84 of Ours
But Derek had also proven to be determined to go after what he wanted. Carl wondered if his privileged upbringing had anything do with that. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it meant that if he didn’t get training from Carl, he might go out and try to get it from someone else. And Carl wasn’t blind. Derek was hot, and the cocky little shit knew it. It wouldn’t take him long to find an interested dom. Carl had friends he was sure would be interested, but given all of Derek’s baggage… At least Carl already knew the score.
Derek was also only eighteen. Legal, yes, but Carl couldn’t imagine his parents being thrilled if he found out who he was running around with. Not to mention agreeing to this also meanthe’d be responsible for a lot of Derek’s firsts when it came to gay sex. It wasn’t that Carl minded teaching a virgin the ropes, but Carl knew from firsthand experience how easy attachment can come with these sorts of things, especially in a D/s relationship. Was he ready to potentially deal with that?
He also just felt for the boy. He was hurting, bad. He really was trying to take responsibility for his actions, though Carl still wasn’t sure he fully understood their weight. Carl couldn’t help but want to help him. He was sweet, eager, hopeful. All qualities Carl loved in a sub.
Dammit. Fucking papa bear syndrome.
Carl woke early the next morning, not quite remembering when he finally fell asleep the night before. Throwing on a pair of shorts, he walked toward the living room expecting to find Derek still asleep on the couch. Instead, he found the couch empty and the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen.The hell?
“Good morning, sir.” Derek greeted Carl as he entered the kitchen. “I made coffee!”
Carl chuckled at Derek’s renewed brazenness. “Blowing smoke up my ass isn’t going to convince me to say yes, boy.” Still, Carl poured himself a cup before sitting at his dining room table. “Sit.”
Derek took the same seat across from Carl that he had the night before.
“So,ifI agree to do this, I need to make a few things clear.” Carl had actually written some of this down on his phone last night but felt like he could remember what he needed to say. “First, this is a commitment. If you want me to train you, then that means your ass is mine, figuratively and literally, for at least a few hours a week. I don’t want to say yes only to have you decide you want out in a week.”
“I won’t. I swear,” Derek blurted.
“Second, and this one is important: this training isnotsome kind of punishment for what you did to Cory.” Carl left no room for argument in his voice. “This doesn’t make up for any of that; I can’t offer you atonement, only Cory can, and you need to accept that it may never happen.”
“I understand,” Derek responded more meekly.
“Finally, if I take you on as my boy, understand that extends beyond the bedroom and dungeon. It means working on more than just your kinks, like making sure you are getting your shit together, and hopefully teaching you how to be less of a cocky asshole.”
“Yes, sir.” Derek remained passive, but hopeful. “Does that mean you’re saying yes?”
“That means yes, boy.” Carl really hoped he didn’t regret this.
“Thank you, sir!” Derek exclaimed. “When can we get started?”
“Slow down, boy.” Carl huffed. “Let a daddy enjoy his coffee first.”
“Sorry, sir.” Derek bit his lip, practically vibrating in his seat.
Carl sipped his coffee and contemplated his next move.
“You know what, boy? I think we can get started.” If the boy was gonna be so insistent, he might as well put him to work.
“Really, sir?”
“Really.” Carl pushed his chair away from the table, turning it sideways but continuing to sit. Then he pointed to the floor in front of him. Time to get his training started. “On your knees.”
Derek’s eyes went wide before he scrambled into position. The full weight of what he was just about to do didn’t hit him until he looked up at Carl from his spot on the floor.Oh shit.He was about to suck his first dick. His eyes went wide again, and he swallowed nervously.
“There’s still time to back out if you want to.” Carl figured this was a good test for Derek. Not only would it teach him a littlehumility, but it was also an act that was solely for the other person. Carl doubted Derek was used to sex where he wasn’t the one getting off.
“No, sir.” Derek eyed Carl’s crotch nervously and swallowed again but remained on the floor. “I told you, I’m serious.”
“Alright then, boy.” Carl reached down and into his shorts, tucking the waistband under his growing cock and furry sack. “You are going to kneel there and suck my cock while I finish my coffee and answer some emails.” Carl leaned back in his chair and picked up his phone, looking at Derek expectantly before he got started.
“I’ve, uh, never—” Derek stared at Carl’s almost beer can-thick dick as it finished filling out.
“I know. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t even expect an experienced sub to have an easy time with this thing.” Carl squeezed his cock for emphasis. “Just go slow and watch your teeth. You know what you like when you’re getting your own dick sucked.”
Derek nodded and took a deep breath before shuffling forward. Tentatively, he reached a hand out toward Carl’s dick, feeling it twitch in his grip. His own cock was half-hard in his pants, though Derek wasn’t sure how much of that was due to nerves.
Carl groaned but said nothing, sipping his coffee and opening his phone. Derek was going to have to choose to suck this dick all on his own.
