Page 44 of Disciplinary Action
“Who takes care of you?”
“You, Daddy.”
“Open your mouth,” Gideon commanded.
When Cal complied, Gideon pushed two fingers inside, sinking them into the moist heat of Cal’s mouth. Cal gave a low moan as Gideon impaled him in one smooth motion. He didn’t hold back as he usually did. He fucked into him slow and deep, forcing his fingers in and out of the boy’s mouth in time with his thrusts. Cal sucked greedily on Gideon’s fingers. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s fingers like you’d suck my cock. Show Daddy what a good little whore you are. Tonight, you wear the collar. Tonight, your punishments start,” Gideon told him, fucking into him harder and faster.
Cal’s whines and moans grew louder, even as Gideon fucked his fingers into his throat. Gideon pulled free of Cal’s body. He whipped his head around, gaze frantic. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. It just feels so good.”
“Shh,” Gideon said. “We’re not stopping, just changing it up. Come here, baby.”
Gideon perched on the end of his desk, sinking himself back into the tight heat of Cal’s body, wrapping one arm around his waist, his other hand covering Cal’s mouth. He thrust himself in and out a few times before lying back on the desk bringing Cal with him. “Heels on the desk,” Gideon growled, leaving no room for argument. With Cal on top of him, facing the ceiling, Gideon could keep him quiet and wrap his hand around the boy’s leaking cock. “You want to come, dirty boy? If so, you’re gonna have to make it happen. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Cal whined but soon realized his heels on the desk gave him leverage to rock back on Gideon’s cock before driving up into his fist. It only took a moment for Cal to find his rhythm, and when he did, it took everything in Gideon’s power not to come right then and there. The boy was no longer thinking of anything but his own pleasure. He was chasing his release with wanton abandon, bouncing back hard on Gideon’s cock before slinging his hips upward into Gideon’s tightened fist. He used the boy’s precum to slick his hand, but Gideon wasn’t even sure if it mattered. Cal was gone, so deep into his own head that he was past pain, past anything but getting off.
Gideon wouldn’t usually allow the boy to control the scene in any literal sense, but this was about comfort—perhaps not physical comfort but about assuring the boy that he was wanted, that somebody cared about him and his needs. It was about showing him he wasn’t alone in the world. And he wasn’t. Gideon knew with each passing moment that he wouldn’t be able to let go of Cal in four weeks. Hell, maybe ever, and God help both of them when the eventual fall out came.
Cal’s hips stuttered off rhythm, and he started to mumble frantically behind Gideon’s hand. “You gonna come for me, dirty boy?” Cal gave a stilted nod. Gideon bit down on the boy’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. That’s it, get yourself off, take what you need.” Cal started to spill over Gideon’s fist, and he used his cum to keep jerking him, milking every drop from the boy until he whimpered, collapsing against Gideon.
Gideon sat up, taking Cal with him, pulling free long enough to set the boy back on the desk, catching his knees up over Gideon’s shoulders before driving his cock back into the boy’s hole. Cal gazed up at him, expression dazed, mouth gaping as Gideon fucked into him, relentless. “Do you see what you do to me?” Gideon growled. “Do you see how crazy you make me?”
Cal’s eyes rolled back, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he gripped the edge of the desk. Gideon was close now. Cal was so hot and tight and warm around him. Gideon’s body flushed, his balls drawing up tight as sparks of pleasure licked along his skin. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby. Gonna fill you up.”
Cal whimpered. “Yes, please. Please. Fill me up.”
That was all it took, Gideon’s orgasm slamming into him hard enough to make him dizzy, his brain falling offline as his hips spasmed against Cal, cock throbbing with his release, his hands biting into Cal’s hips.
He let go of Cal’s legs, dropping his head to the boy’s chest, both of them panting and sweaty. When he could think again, he reached for the plug, sitting forgotten beside Cal’s head.
“You’re putting it back in?” Cal asked, voice jumping an octave.
Gideon gave him a look. “Did you think I wouldn’t? I told you. You’ll come back here at three, and I’ll do it again. This plug stays in until we get home and I finish your punishment. Do you have a problem with that?”
Cal shook his head before seeming to remember he was supposed to answer. “No, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Lift up your legs.”
Cal did as he was told, wincing as Gideon pulled free and pushed the plug back in place. He used the wet wipes in his desk to clean them both up before saying, “Get dressed, and we’ll eat lunch together before you have to go back to class.”
Cal nodded, walking to his clothes, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. Gideon couldn’t help but smile. The boy’s hair was mussed, his lips swollen, face flushed. He looked like he’d just been thoroughly fucked.
Once Cal was clothed again, he used the mirror to fix his hair before turning to Gideon with a grin. “If that witch comes in here, she’s going to know what we just did. It stinks like sex in here.”
Gideon chuckled, turning and cracking the windows in his office just enough to let the cool air in. Cal grabbed his lunch from his backpack and curled back up in Gideon’s lap, content as a cat. When Cal held up his apple slice for Gideon, he ate it, feeding Cal a bit of his sandwich in return. Gideon couldn’t remember ever feeding another person other than Cal, not in all the years he and Grant had been together, but it clearly made the boy feel wanted. Gideon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it too.
When it was time for Cal to go back to class, he sighed, unfolding himself to stand. Gideon stood too, kissing Cal’s forehead. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s only a few more weeks, right? Then they can’t hurt me anymore.”
The boy didn’t sound like he believed it anymore than Gideon did. The people in this school—the board, the parents—they had a long reach. But that was a problem for another day. “I’ll see you after school, little bird.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Cal had never felt so full or so wanted. At three o’clock, when he walked past Mrs. Abernathy and into Gideon’s office, it was all he could do not to smirk at her. Gideon had fucked him bent over the desk, whispering filthy things into his ear as he’d pumped even more cum inside him. Now, he felt like he was so full it practically pushed out his belly, like he’d eaten a big meal. And Daddy wasn’t done with him.
He said he would be punished tonight. Even the idea of it made him tingle. He hadn’t had a real punishment since before the hospital, and he missed it, missed the sting of Gideon’s hand, the helpless feeling that came from being under his total control. He didn’t even care what or how Gideon punished him, he just needed to let go, to forget about Matteo and the other boys he used to call friends, about Mrs. Abernathy, and even Bastian who wouldn’t return a single text. All of them. Fuck all of them and all of his problems. He just needed Gideon to make it all go away for a little while.
Gideon had ordered Cal an Uber after school so they weren’t seen leaving together, but he’d given Cal specific instructions for when he got home. Check his blood sugar numbers then get naked. Get on the bed. Be on his knees waiting when Daddy got home. Cal couldn’t wait to do as Gideon commanded, but he had to. He had to walk Alexa. Feed her dinner. Make sure she was taken care of. Those were Gideon’s rules, and if punishments happened daily regardless of following said rules, Cal could only imagine what an escalation punishment entailed. Part of him couldn’t wait to find out, but he told himself it was better to wait, to work up to it.
