Page 57 of Disciplinary Action
“Remove your clothes.” The knot in Cal’s chest loosened. He stripped, letting his clothing fall to the floor. Gideon opened the box in the closet. “Turn around.”
Cal turned to face the bed, shivering as cool leather encircled his throat. Gideon’s BABY BOY collar. He captured Cal’s arms behind his back, and steel closed tight around his wrists. Cal’s heart sped up, but this time, it was for an entirely different reason. Gideon had never restrained him before.
When a blindfold fell over Cal’s eyes, Gideon barked, “Color?”
“Green, Daddy,” Cal managed, breathless.
“I’m going to cover your ears. You won’t be able to see or hear or move. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you want to stop, what do you say?”
“Red, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Get on the bed, on your stomach.” Cal crawled awkwardly onto the bed before collapsing onto his belly. “Open your legs.”
Cal did as he was told, his problems from just moments ago fading away as he was forced to concentrate on following Gideon’s commands. He put something between Cal’s legs, securing it at his ankles, ensuring he couldn’t close them. He was already getting hard. Gideon suddenly straddled his hips, still fully clothed. He leaned over Cal, pressing soft kisses to his hairline, his cheek, his eyebrow. “This is about letting go. Do you understand? This is about just trusting me and letting me give you what you need. Okay?”
Cal took a deep breath and let it out, forcing himself to let go of everything but what was happening right then. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Gideon crooned.
Soft headphones covered Cal’s ears, and then he plummeted into a dark void. There was no light and no sound but Cal’s own harsh breathing. As Gideon’s weight disappeared from on top of him, he gasped, tempted to beg him to come back. It was disorienting, like he was floating in deep space. It was peaceful but also unfamiliar.
Seconds ticked by, or maybe minutes. But just when panic might have set in, something soft stroked along Cal’s spine, causing goosebumps to erupt along his flesh. Cal couldn’t imagine what it was. A feather? A silk cord? Gideon stroked it along his ass, between his thighs, over his balls, and then it was gone and there was nothing. Cal could only sit and wait, not sure what came next.
He cried out as Gideon’s teeth sank into his ass cheek, not so much because it hurt but because he wasn’t expecting it. Gideon’s soft tongue soothed over the bite before moving on to another spot. It was like Gideon was everywhere and nowhere. One minute, he was kissing the back of Cal’s neck, the next, he was biting at his hip, scraping his blunt nails down Cal’s back, skating his tongue along Cal’s balls, before the sharp sting of leather kissed his thighs, making him cry out.
It made Cal crazy but also had him humping himself against the comforter, seeking relief for his throbbing cock, trapped between his stomach and the mattress. Gideon yanked Cal’s hips upward, keeping him from doing anything to relieve the ache, ignoring Cal’s frustrated whines.
Gideon seemed to enjoy confusing Cal’s senses, kissing along the backs of his knees only to drag blunt nails over Cal’s calves before biting his instep, before disappearing altogether, making Cal feel like he was being tormented by some phantom spirit. Cal waited, every cell in his body on alert, unable to think of anything but what might come next.
Cal cried out as three hard smacks fell across his bottom, but then Gideon was palming the wounded globes of his ass, spreading him wide. Cal moaned long and low as Gideon’s soft tongue suddenly probed at his hole, licking and sucking, nibbling the flesh, only to disappear before Cal could arch into the contact.
“Please,” Cal whined. “Please, Daddy?”
The mattress shifted beside Cal’s head, and then suddenly, the blunt tip of Gideon’s cock was rubbing against Cal’s lips. The position was awkward with his lower half pressed into the mattress, but when Gideon fisted Cal’s hair and fed him his cock, he opened up for him, sucking greedily as Gideon fucked into his mouth with short, shallow thrusts.
Was Cal doing a good job? Was Gideon happy? Cal wasn’t used to not hearing Gideon’s voice, not hearing his continuous praise. Without Gideon’s voice, it could be anybody using him. A momentary panic settled over him but then dissipated, like waves rushing away from the shore. He knew Gideon’s scent, his taste, the heavy weight of his cock in his mouth, the way he tugged just hard enough when he gripped Cal’s hair.
Once more, Gideon disappeared, leaving Cal reeling. He whimpered as cold gel dribbled between his ass cheeks. A thick finger massaged Cal’s hole, teasing but not pressing in. He pushed his hips back, but the finger disappeared. Cal made a noise of frustration, but then Gideon gripped Cal’s cock in his slick fist, jerking him as his tongue found his balls. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Daddy…”
Cal’s eyes rolled behind the mask, lost in a perfect dark nothingness where only pleasure lived. It was so easy to just feel with Gideon, to let him take control of his mind and body. He thrust himself into Gideon’s tightened fist mindlessly. If it wasn’t allowed, Gideon would have told him so…except, Cal couldn’t hear him. But he would have found a way to let him know, so it must be okay, right? He whimpered, pumping harder, voice catching on a wail as Gideon’s two fingers pushed inside him, probing him until they found his prostate, pressing hard enough to make Cal’s legs spasm and his toes curl. He couldn’t fight his body’s desperate need to come.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he cried over and over as he came, spilling onto the comforter below before collapsing onto the mattress. Suddenly, the headphones disappeared.
“Shh,” Gideon murmured. “You did so good. Feel better?”
Relief flooded Cal’s system. He did good. “Yes, Daddy.”
The restraints and blindfold disappeared, left in a heap on the side of the bed.
“Roll over. It’s Daddy’s turn,” Gideon growled.
Cal shivered, rolling onto his back. Gideon peeled his hoodie over his head and flung it across the room. Cal couldn’t help but reach out to touch the carved muscles of Gideon’s abdomen, his fingers tracing the vee of his hips. Gideon didn’t remove his shorts, just pushed them down and out of the way as he straddled Cal’s chest, trapping his arms at his side. “Open up for me, dirty boy.”
Cal let his mouth fall open, and once more, Gideon fed him his cock, but there were no shallow thrusts this time. He had one hand on the mirror and the other knotted in Cal’s hair as he fucked deep into his throat, cutting off his air supply until he was lightheaded, his thoughts scattering like leaves as he gripped Gideon’s thighs, legs twisting as he fought against his brain’s lack of oxygen, forced to trust that Gideon really did know just how much Cal could take.
