Page 54 of Disciplinary Action
He closed his eyes as he sang, ignoring the overwhelming hush that fell over the bar. Only when he was finished did he finally open his eyes, finding Cal in the shadows of the crowd, his eyes filled with tears. Gideon’s heart seized in his chest at the stricken look on the boy’s face. He stood as the crowd erupted in cheers, handing Des his guitar back and giving him a one-armed hug.
Once in his seat, he leaned into Cal’s space, his lips against his ear. “What’s the matter, little bird? What’s with the tears?”
“That was so good. You’re so good.”
“It’s not worth crying over,” he assured.
“It just sucks that you could have been doing this with them for all these years and he didn’t let you. It’s just not fair.”
Cal’s words were a knife through Gideon’s diaphragm. Cal was upset that Grant had stolen this opportunity from Gideon. This boy…hisboy…was sad for him. With all Cal had lost, he was still thinking of Gideon.
He hooked his arm around Cal’s neck, pulling him close and knocking their heads together. “Don’t think about that. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. It’s our first date, remember?”
Cal nodded, smiling, wiping tears from his face. Gideon tried to take his own advice, but it was hard to concentrate on the stage when he wanted to take Cal home and strip him naked and show him just how much he meant to him in the only way Gideon knew how. He glanced at his watch. He’d give it another hour or so, and then Cal was his for the rest of the night.
“Ow,” Cal whimpered, his hands shooting out to keep Gideon from pressing in any farther.
“Put your hands down,” Gideon growled.
Cal lay on his belly, Gideon on top of him, slowly pushing his cock into the boy’s slick hole. Cal made another frightened noise, but it was all for show. They’d done this enough for Gideon to know that Cal got off on Gideon making him take it, by the illusion of forced submission. That was fine by Gideon. Cal’s frightened, innocent little whines went straight to Gideon’s already rock hard cock as he took the boy an inch at a time. Cal’s body fought him, but Gideon pressed on, blanketing his body over Cal, his arms bracketing the boy in place even as he kissed his cheek, his jaw, his ear. When he flexed his hips, sinking himself deeper into Cal’s tight channel, the boy gave another hollow whine.
“Shh, baby. Relax and let Daddy take care of you,” Gideon crooned. “Fuck, you’re always so tight. Daddy’s good boy.”
Cal’s hands tightened into fists as he lay helpless, completely at Gideon’s mercy. He craned his head up to look at Gideon, looking so vulnerable in the shadows, like he needed Gideon to protect him, care for him, reassure him. God, he was perfect. He was just the absolute perfect mix of innocent and dirty, madonna and whore. Gideon captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, catching the boy’s hair to yank his head back so he could feed two fingers into his mouth. He moaned, sucking Gideon’s fingers as he fucked them in and out of the boy’s hot, wet mouth.
“That’s it. Suck on Daddy’s fingers like you suck my cock, dirty boy,” Gideon murmured against Cal’s ear, rocking his hips, forcing himself deeper. “So good for me. Daddy’s good little whore, aren’t you?”
Cal nodded, sucking Gideon’s fingers harder as if to prove his claims. He pulled his fingers free, gripping Cal’s chin as he thrust into Cal hard enough to drive his whole body forward. “You like that? You like when Daddy uses this slutty little hole?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal whispered, breathing ragged as Gideon fucked him without mercy. “I love it, Daddy.”
Gideon sat back, dragging Cal with him so he was in Gideon’s lap, looking into the mirror. “Yeah, you do. You love Daddy’s big cock in that tight little hole, don’t you? Look at you, look how hard your cock is, how desperate and needy you are for it.”
Cal opened his eyes, mouth slack, gaze hazy, already so gone. Gideon rocked his hips slowly, and Cal gave a confused whine. “Harder, please,” he begged.
Gideon’s fingers dug into Cal’s hip. “You want it hard? You want me deeper?”
Cal’s head fell back on Gideon’s shoulder, his hands gripping Gideon’s thighs, this time, trying to encourage him to get closer. “Please, Daddy. I need it. I want to come.”
Gideon chuckled, holding Cal in place, keeping him from riding Gideon’s cock. “This isn’t about what you want, is it?”
Cal whined, shaking his head as he stared at the two of them in the mirror. “No, Daddy.”
Gideon flexed his hips, pushing himself deeper. “That’s right. This is about what I want, and I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock. I want you to see what a dirty little whore you are for Daddy.”
Cal made a helpless sound as Gideon trapped Cal’s arms behind him. He went up on his knees, sliding off Gideon’s cock until only the head remained trapped within Cal’s body, before dropping his weight back down hard enough to steal the breath from both of their lungs.
Fuck. Everything the boy did was perfect. Gideon wasn’t going to last very long. “Yeah, baby. That’s a good boy. If you want Daddy’s cum, you’re gonna have to take it.”
Cal made a noise of frustration, but then he started to move, finding a rhythm that had Gideon’s eyes crossing. His boy looked beautiful like this, head back, lips parted, sweat-slicked muscles straining as he rode Gideon hard. He closed his fist around Cal’s leaking cock, letting the boy fuck himself into it without challenging him.
“Oh, Daddy. Can I come? Your hand feels so good,” Cal cried.
“No, you may not,” Gideon growled against his ear.
Cal sobbed, tears leaking from his eyes as he worked himself harder. “Please? I’m so close. I’m gonna come if you keep touching me.”
“You better not. I don’t want to have to punish you for disobeying me,” Gideon warned, jerking the boy faster.
