GOOD BOY

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Trying Kink, Part Two

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BY CS JOYCE

Table of Contents

Title Page

Good Boy (Trying Kink, #2)

Blurb

Author’s Notes

Dedication

PART II

Friday Fellatio

Rising Star

Ride Me

My Eyes Only | Sonny

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ABOUT

Copyright ©2019 by CS JOYCE

Cover Design: CS Joyce

Editing: The Penny Drops

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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This book contains material that is intended for a mature, adult audience. It contains graphic language, explicit sexual content and adult situations.

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Blurb

What if you couldn't look away? If you couldn't fight the desire to watch or be watched. And what if there was a way to do just that? Somewhere where good boys turned bad...

I’m still a good boy, aren't I? Even if I've done things that I shouldn't have? Seen things, felt things, touched things...

Sonny’s like a drug and I'm completely hooked.

He's testing me; challenging me to be the good boy he wants. But underneath it all I know he's really craving me to defy him. Because Sonny's a bad Daddy and he's going to corrupt me.

Good Boy is Part Two in the Trying Kink serial. If you like Daddy kink, exhibitionism, and voyeurism, then this story is for you.

Author’s Notes

Serial

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This story takes the form of a serial. Trying Kink is written in parts and the first part, Bad Daddy, was originally released as part of a Giveaway. Each part follows the story of Ali and Sonny and their Daddy/boy relationship. 

Parts one and two are now available on Amazon and Kindle unlimited. The rest of the instalments will be available monthly in KU and on Amazon.

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Irish-isms

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I’m an Irish writer, living in the land of storytellers and poets. I have therefore chosen to write this serial true to my heritage—with Irish turns of phrase, colloquialisms, popular expressions, spellings and vernacular.

These are intentional and are not typos or editing mistakes, but a reflection of our sometimes odd and colourful use of language. (Not to be confused with any of those pesky errors that sometimes can sneak past a good proofread. If you see any of those, feel free to let me know!)

I love language and our unique way of using it and I hope you enjoy it just as much.

Sláinte agus go raibh maith agat.

(Cheers and thank you)

Carrie

Dedication

For Scotty.

Thank you for all your help, always.

Come get your boy.

He’s waiting for you!

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PART II

Friday Fellatio

In hindsight, the banana hadn’t been a good choice for breakfast. I bit into the stodgy flesh and sealed my lips together, avoiding my mom’s gaze.

“You look tired, Ali. Did ya sleep okay?”

I nodded, sliding the banana back into my mouth and closing my lips around it.  The action reminded me of what I’d been doing the night before and a shiver ran up my spine as I replayed the events. I wanted to remember; to relive it.

God, I wanted to go to work and do it again. And again. And again. I’d happily suck Sonny off for the rest of the summer.

I closed my eyes at that thought and for a second I was back there: on my knees, Sonny’s perfect, thick cock in my mouth, grasping his thighs and sliding him between my lips...

“What on earth are you doing to that banana?”

I choked at the question and blinked my eyes open in a panic. I hadn’t been acting it out, had I? Jesus.

Heat flooded my cheeks and I wanted to die of embarrassment. Before I could scramble a sentence together, I was saved by my stepdad’s entrance. He stormed in, shoving the kitchen door wide open and then staring at me in a rage.

“That fucking lawn is wild out there. Cut the grass when ya get home after work today. Got it?”

I nodded and slid off the chair. “I better head to work. Don’t want to be late.”

Mom held out the sandwich she’d just made me, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before regretting it. The mouth I’d kissed my mother with, was the same mouth I’d swallowed down a load- full of Sonny’s cum.

I’m a deviant. A monster. A sex depraved madman.

“See ya later,” I called back to her and I disappeared out the kitchen door, sighing with relief.

First mental note of the day: No more bananas. Oh, and maybe no hotdogs either. Just in case I simulate a blowjob with those too.

A yawn escaped me, and I rubbed my eyes. I’d barely slept the night before. After Sonny had left, I’d wandered home in a daze and then lay on my bed for hours thinking over what I’d done. It didn’t seem like something I’d ever do. I’d never be so reckless, so...so...bad. But I’d done it.

Sleep had come in waves of fretful dreams and I woke constantly, each time remembering I’d crossed some imaginary line from sainthood into depravity.

That’s what made this morning even harder to get my head around. Here I was, on my way to work like nothing had changed.

Everything had changed.

The bus was jammed, and I stood, holding onto the rail, my mind dipping back into the warm memory of Sonny’s thick cock. Jesus.

Thankfully I managed to make it to work without any more inappropriate fruit acts and was barely in the door when Mick nabbed me by the elbow and hauled me into his miniscule office.

“I need someone to mind the shop. Something’s come up and I gotta leave. And Sonny doesn’t work Fridays, so you’re all I got.”

Wait, Sonny doesn’t work Fridays?

“I won’t be gone long, two hours tops. You just need to hold the fort. Answer the phone and if any customers arrive just get them to park up and take their keys and a phone number. But don’t you let anyone leave with a car, you hear?”

Mick’s harsh tone refocused my mind and I nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”

I literally bit my tongue to stop from asking what I really wanted to know: if Sonny wasn’t here, then where was he? Did he take every Friday off? Why hadn’t he told me that? Especially last night when we’d been alone...when I’d sucked his cock in public.

“Stay here, don’t leave.” Mick glared at me and then traipsed off mumbling something about dumb kids.

Great, just me and an empty garage. I stared over to where Sonny usually set himself up. The place seemed dead without him there. And I felt a little dead myself now that he was missing. We’d left things in such a strange way the night before. After he’d kissed me, he’d asked me if I wanted to be ‘his good boy’.

I swallowed hard as I thought about it. The way he’d looked at me, full of presence and power. He was so fucking sexy and I knew nothing. What did the role of ‘his good boy’ entail? I was clueless. A hapless fool with bad taste in porn and problems eating a banana without making it obscene.

Why did he want me? He was god-like; a hero dressed in leather. Or maybe more a devil. Had he really called himself a ‘Bad Daddy’? It would be cringe worthy coming from anyone else. But from Sonny it was hot. Dirty and sexy.

I grinned, my cock hardening as I thought about it. Ugh, Sonny was trouble and I wanted to be the thing he ruined.

“He’s going to ruin me,” I said out loud, as I rifled through a box of wheel nuts.

“Probably, but it’ll be worth it.”

The voice caused me to jump and I let out a high-pitched squeal. I swung around to find someone I knew standing in the garage—a face I recognized but couldn’t remember from where—and he smiled at me like he knew exactly who I’d been talking about.

“Is he here?” He looked around the garage, his gaze landing over to Sonny’s empty spot.

I shook my head and straightened myself up. “Sonny? No. He’s off today. And Mick’s gone out for a bit. Can I help?”

Where did I know him from? He was so familiar.

“I just wanted to drop this over to Sonny. Give it to him when you see him, okay?”

I swallowed, watching as this guy with perfect teeth and shiny hair moved closer and placed a matt black helmet on Sonny’s workbench.

“Have we met?” I blurted out, because I had to know. I just knew I knew him.

“Nah, but I think you’ve probably seen me.”

“Where?” I asked and then it hit me. Holy shit. This...this...this guy.... ohhhh fuck me.

My face was on fire; a god damned furnace lighting me up and he grinned at me—an easy smug grin—knowing I’d remembered where I’d seen him. He was the boy from the video Sonny had sent me.

“Sonny said he was going to send it to the cute boy that was working with him. I assume that’s you.” He looked me up and down and my knees felt like rubber bowing under his study. Sonny had told him about me. Oh my god.

“I’m Rick, by the way. I’ll probably see you around. You coming to the club?”

What was happening? Was he making casual conversation, knowing I’d watched him come on Sonny’s bike as he’d stroked him to orgasm?

“The club?” I mumbled out the words, sort of sounding like I’d been numbed at the dentist and couldn’t speak properly. I sounded like an eegit.

“Yeah, the club on Saturday. Or hasn’t he told you about that yet?”

“Oh yeah.” I nodded, trying to pretend I knew what he was talking about even though I hadn’t a clue.

“Anyway, I better head. Make sure he gets that helmet. See you around.” Rick gave me another smile and disappeared out of the garage as I stood there in a state of shock.

I needed someone to help me figure this out. Time to call Charlene.

***

“Is he gay? Any chance I can turn him straight? Because he’s incredible.” Charlene giggled as she stared at the video and paused for the tenth time on Rick as he orgasmed. “I can’t believe Sonny sent you this.”

I sighed and reached for my phone, snatching it from her as she cried out in objection. It was just after ten a.m. and we were sitting at the tiny table in the garage kitchen and figuring out what I was going to do about this thing I’d gotten myself into.

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” she pouted.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Her hair was a mass of curls, long and wild and she was wearing her favourite ‘viper’ red lipstick. Charlene had moved from Derry, up in the North of Ireland, down to the South in second year in school. She looked a lot older than her eighteen years and she certainly had more street smarts than me.

I’d never forget the day we met: She was being given out to by Sister Carmel for hiking up her school uniform skirt too high when she spotted me being pushed around by a homophobic asshole from the year above.

Hold on one second, will ya Sister? Then she’d marched over—Sister Carmel wild-eyed in disbelief—inserted herself between me and the bully, arms crossed and a mane of wild black hair: “Will ye fuck off. Or I’ll tell all the gurls round here that you’ve a tiny dick. Prick.”

Then she’d ginned at me and sauntered back to Sister Carmel. Sorry Sister, ye were saying about my skirt...go on.

She’d quietened down a little, but the Derry accent and the deep-seated rage for injustice was still as strong as ever. We’d hit it off and been best mates ever since.

“Think about it, Ali. I like men. I like cock. So, two guys...two cocks. Duh.” She wriggled her eyebrows and laughed.

“As much I’d love to discuss how much you enjoy gay porn, can we focus on the problem here? My problem.”

Charlene dunked a biscuit into her tea and rolled her eyes. “Ye don’t have a problem. You’ve a sexy guy who wants to do bad things to ya. And he’s got other hot sexy friends. What’s the problem? Maybe ask him if they want a token ‘straight’ girl in the gang?”

“Charlene Moore, can you stop and help me. What the hell do I do?”

Her expression changed and she sipped her tea. “Alright. Sorry. I’m only teasing ye. Why the sudden panic? It’s just a bit of kinky fun.”

I thought for a second as my heart raced. “Because I’m clueless. I’ve no idea. Jesus, Charlene, I’ve barely lost my virginity. And to be fair, it might have grown back by now. It’s been awhile.”

I’d managed to de-virginise myself on the school trip the previous Christmas when the cute guy from French class took a shine to me and the bottle of vodka Charlene had smuggled onto the tour bus. Then another attempt at sex with a guy from the year below me, and well...yeah. I wasn’t a virgin, but I still knew nothing.

Let’s just say, real life had been very disappointing. So being with someone like Sonny—experienced and confident—was terrifying.

“Don’t panic. Sex is sex. Ya might learn something. Actually, if you do, can ya share it with me? I’m trying to improve my oral sex technique. I feel like I could be better at it. Though, saying that, I’ve not had any complaints. And none of the guys have had wee cocks. All huge langers.”

“Charlene,” I shouted, and she laughed wildly.

“Fine, fine. Sorry. What are ye going to do then?” She grabbed another biscuit and tilted her head. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to back out now. When one of us has the chance of some crazy, sexy fun. Do this for me. Then I can live vicariously through you.”

I rolled my eyes. “How do you manage to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Bring it back around to how this will benefit you.”

Charlene grinned. “Because nobody else is putting me first, so I’ll do it myself. Maybe you should try that, Ali. You might be more satisfied.”

I knew she was teasing me but there was a hint of truth in her words. I was always putting everyone else before me. I’d had to in order to survive at home. There was no other way to live in my shitty family without tiptoeing around my stepdad and making sure I didn’t annoy him. Because when I annoyed him enough, he...

I’d sort of diluted my personality and my spirit in the process. A necessity for survival.

“You’re right,” I said, sipping my coffee and reminding myself I was going to college at the end of the summer. I was nearly free.

Charlene glanced over at me and nodded. “I know. I’m rarely wrong. Tell me this-what are you really worrying about?”

“That he’s having a laugh. That a guy like him wouldn’t want someone like me. Like, maybe it’s all a big joke at my expense. You should see him, he’s beyond gorgeous.”

Charlene’s nose scrunched up as though my words revolted her. “You know what? That voice in your head is a cunt.”

“Charlene! Oh my God, don’t use that word.”

She rolled her eyes. “I will because it’s true. You’re the sweetest, cutest guy ever. I literally love you more than you love yourself. Look at you-your long lashes. Jesus, I’d save a fortune in mascara if I had them. You’re so thoughtful and caring. Such a big-hearted guy. And your lips are plump and juicy. Actually, my lipstick would look great on you. Imagine the mark that would leave on Sonny’s cock.”

I let out a huff of air, the image of a lipstick-stained ring on Sonny’s dick was so hot. Would he like that? Would he let me do that?

“And, let’s not forget how perfect those freckles are. You’re like a sun kissed angel, Ali. Tell that voice in your head to shut the fuck up.”

That—that right there—was why Charlene was my very best friend and soul sister. She was brutal, honest, and a no bullshit kinda girl. Which meant she’d tell you the truth when you needed it.

But in my case, it had turned out that years of bullying at the hands of my stepfather had left me with a rather persistent voice in my head pointing out all my flaws.

And Charlene Moore, fiercest woman I knew, was determined to be louder than it. Which wasn’t all that hard since she was a loud, mouthy, opinionated queen. According to her, the only flaw I had was being too hard on myself. God, I love her.

“Thanks babe. You always know how to cheer me up. Am I crazy for wanting to do this thing with Sonny?”

She leaned closer, her long curls draping around her face. “You’d be mad not to. It’s fun. You’re young and this is the start of our lives. The real start, free of school and parents. You’re always so good, Ali. Let yourself be bad for a change.”

“But I don’t really know much about it. I’m a little green when it comes to kink. I mean, he called me his ‘good boy’ and said he was a ‘bad Daddy’.”

Charlene’s eyes looked like they might pop out of her head. “OMG, he’s into Daddy kink. I thought it was just the watching you stuff he liked. You didn’t mention the Daddy part.”

I blushed, which was silly since I shared everything with Charlene. “I’m not sure what it’s about.”

“Web search, dude. Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t found some juicy stuff online. I’m really into the Asian daddy kink at the minute. I’d like some of those girls myself.”

I grinned as she stared off in thought. “Trust you, Charlene, to be lusting after a gay man one second and then dreaming about a girl the next.”

“Not just any girl, a baby girl. I’m a lover of all. You know that.” She winked at me. “Okay, back to you. You just need to look it up, get some info and then ask him some questions.”

“Sonny’s not that chatty.” It was true. I barely knew anything about him.

“Well tough. He can’t be expecting you to enter into some kinky arrangement without discussing it first. Boundaries, safe words, hard and soft limits. Punishments. You need to communicate...Oh god.”

“What?”

Charlene shook her head. “I just reminded myself of my therapist. She’s always banging on about communication.”

She had a point. Sonny had sort of caught me off guard with this whole Daddy thing. I wasn’t naïve but I was only eighteen. And he was way more experienced. Then again, Charlene seemed to know way more about this too.

“How do you know so much about Daddy kink?”

She pulled a lollipop from her leather satchel and shoved it into her mouth, shrugging. “You’d be surprised the things I know.”

The slam of the metal door alerted me to the fact that Mick was back.

I jumped up in a panic. “Shit, pretend you...eh...”

Charlene grinned, pulling her red lipstick from her jeans pocket and expertly gliding it across her lips before sucking the lollipop back in. “Don’t worry about it. I got this.”

She did have it, in fairness. One look at her—hips swaying, sucking on the lolly as she passed by Mick with a ‘see ya’—and he was smiling from ear to ear.

Mick gave me an appreciative look and nodded. “Nice. She’s way out of your league, kid. Now get the hell back to work.”

I grinned, not bothering to correct him on his assumption and returned to the pile of bolts and washers I was still sorting through. Charlene was right. If I couldn’t be a little wild and rebellious now, then when?

I pulled my phone from my pocket, making sure to keep out of Mick’s sight.

Me: Hey Sonny. Your friend dropped in a helmet for you.

I expected to wait for a reply, but the phone beeped immediately.

Thor: You met Rick then?

That fucker. Had he arranged it?

Me: Yeah, I did. He’s kinda cute. I can see why you like him.

Ha take that.

Thor: Oh, is he now? I’ll let him know you said that. And I don’t like him like that. We just do scenes together.

Scenes?

Me: Will I leave the helmet here for you?

Thor: I don’t have time to stop in. Any chance you could do me a favour, kiddo?

I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I’d do anything for him. Anything.

Me: Sure. What do you need?

Thor: Well, isn’t that a loaded question? I need a lot of things, but for now can you take the helmet home and I’ll get it off you later.

Take it home with me? How was he going to get it later?

Me: Yep. I can do that.

Then a moment of cheekiness bubbled up.

Me: I can do a lot of things.

Thor: Oh yeah? Show me. Show Daddy.

There was something about those words: ‘Show Daddy’. I was a smart kid, but damn, right now I’d do whatever it took to please him. And it terrified me that I was willing to do this for a man I barely knew.

My mind raced, trying to think about what I needed to do. How did he expect me to show him? And then I had an idea. A really dirty one. But, fuck it. I was going down a path of discovery and there was no point turning back now.

Me: I will. Lunchtime.

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and focused back on work. Okay, that’s a complete lie. I couldn’t focus on anything other than thoughts of Sonny. But I stared at the large drawer of bolts and pretended to be sorting them while I thought about what was happening between us.

I wasn’t so naïve as to not know that I was messing around with something that could have bad consequences. But I didn’t give a damn.

Years of feeling trapped and stifled at home had made me frustrated and scared. For the first time, ever, I felt free. Being cautious and taking my time could wait.

I just wanted some no-strings, kinky fun.

Rising Star

Okay, how do I do this...

I stood there for a second, wondering how I’d make this sexy. The light in my bedroom was too dark with the curtains pulled close. That wouldn’t do at all.

I grabbed my old lava lamp (don’t judge me, it was a phase) and set it up on my desk. Then I had to wait the ten minutes for the green and blue gloopy liquid to start swirling.

I’d had lunch at the garage all week, but today I’d raced home. My mom spent every Friday volunteering with her church group and my stepdad was at work. It was just me and my camera.

Seeing that the lamp was now glowing nicely, I turned to face the light, balancing the phone upright on my desk. Then hooking my thumbs into the waistband of both my pants and briefs at the same time, I slid them down.

I was so hard, just at the thought of doing this. The excitement was incredible. I stroked myself a few times, urging myself to relax. This is normal. Perfectly normal.

Reaching forward I turned on the phone’s camera, sliding for the video, and pressed play.

Yeah, this part isn’t normal.

But, damn, it was exciting.

Several long, slow strokes and I was beginning to get into the flow. I gazed down at the screen and smiled in surprise. The camera was focused on my stomach down to my thighs. In the dark room, the lamp light cast a dancing shadow across my body, and I looked...fuck, I looked good. Sexy almost.

Almost.

I chewed my bottom lip, imagining what Sonny would think when I sent him this. I pictured him, undoing his own zip, sliding his hands down his pants and grabbing his cock. Watching me.

A moan escaped and I smacked my lips together, surprised by how incredibly turned on I was by the thought of Sonny watching me. I continued to stroke myself, pausing to slide my thumb over my slit, now moist and I slid it along my length, quickening the pace.

My breath seemed louder than normal, as I pumped my fist faster and faster, my balls tingling in anticipation. Thoughts of Sonny danced in my mind. How he’d looked at me as I’d knelt before him, the feeling of his hands gripping my hair, tight. How he’d moaned as I’d sucked him.

I chewed my lip, letting my head fall back, as the pleasure started to rise. A torrent of heat and electricity arced through my body. Sonny’s lips had been the best part of the whole encounter; I really was obsessed with his lips.

They’d been so soft against mine. So smooth and perfect. He’d kissed me like no one ever had before. It had floored me and just thinking of it now was pushing me up to the brim of pleasure.

I panted, and the sound of my hand jerking myself off filled the room. Then I felt a strange aching deep inside; an ache to be filled. It startled me and my cock felt extra sensitive.

As I imagined what it might be like to have Sonny thrusting deep inside of me, I clenched tight.

That was enough to send me over the edge, and I gasped as my orgasm tore through me, flooding each nerve ending until I wanted to laugh and cry and sing.

As I drifted back down from my high, I blinked, and my mouth gaped open as I stared at the phone on my desk. The tiny red light blinked on the screen, which was now dripping in creamy cum. My cum. Splattered and sticky all over it.

My eyes widened, and then I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. Holy shit. I could only imagine what that would look like from Sonny’s perspective.

I grabbed a t-shirt from my hamper, and tried to wipe the screen off, only smearing it further and I giggled. It was so dirty and wrong, and I fucking loved it.

As much as I wanted to watch what I’d just recorded, I knew I didn’t want to give myself a chance to back out.

Me: You want me to show you?

Thor: Yes. Be a good boy and show me.

Me: I’m always a good boy. I made this for you.

Me: Daddy.

I swear my fingers were trembling as I hit send on the link. What was I doing? A wave of panic coursed through my body and my breath rattled out of me. Was this how people ended up on Crime Watch? Was I going to be abducted, sold into sex slavery, murdered? I’d taken a video of myself masturbating and actually sent it to another man. Fuck. Oh fuck.

I breathed deeply and paced around my bedroom before heading into my bathroom to clean up. I stared at my reflection: the smooth skin, dusted with freckles. My bow lips and soft jaw, the way my eyelashes curled up...it all looked okay for once. I was okay. I was, dare I say it, pretty.

But something else was different. It was though a different boy was staring back at me. One with experience in his eyes and a fire in his stomach. That boy knew things, tried things and wasn’t afraid.

That confident boy was really me.

And Sonny was the reason.

***

In the space of twenty-four hours I’d done so much out of my comfort zone that I was beginning to wonder what zone I was even in anymore.

I’d sent the video to Sonny and headed back to the garage for the afternoon. I waited for a reply. And waited. And waited some more.

Until finally, it became clear he wasn’t going to reply.

Dammit. Had I fucked up? Was that not what he’d wanted? That voice in my head was having a field day telling me what a fool I was. Now a guy I barely knew had a video of me masturbating that he could do anything with. See, I really hadn’t listened to all those web-safety warnings in school.

But it was too late; I’d sent it and now. After finishing the rest of my work-day cleaning oil covered tools, I was more concerned with trying to figure out how to explain the reason I had a motorcycle helmet in my hand. One look at that and my stepdad would be down on me like the prick he was.

I waited outside my front door and I listened for another minute, making sure I could hear the TV and then eased the door open, creeping into the hall and closing the door over slowly.

“You’re early.”

I jumped, my hand catching in the lock and pinching the skin on my knuckle as I banged my knee off the helmet.

Ah here, why do I even bother?

“Mick sent me home early, since it’s a Friday and all,” I said nervously.

He was glaring at me, and his eyes darkened as he spied the motorcycle helmet. Right, I was going to try beat him to it, for once.

“The guy I worked with asked me to take this home for him. He’s a professional racer. Fixes up bikes. His work is unreal. I’ve been learning a lot. He’s the one that’s really getting me interested in mechanics.”

My stepdad looked confused, as though he wasn’t sure what to say now and then to my total surprise mumbled out a reply.

“Well leave it somewhere safe then. Go out and cut that grass like I told ya this morning.”

I nodded, slightly taken aback that I’d avoiding a bollocking. Maybe there was something to this taking a stance thing after all?

I raced upstairs, changed into shorts and an old t-shirt and padded back down to the kitchen. Mom was stirring salt into a casserole pot and I caught her by surprise when I leaned in and gave her a hug before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

“Oh, you seem in good spirits.”

“Yep. I had a good day in work. Really enjoying it.” And the lunchtime wanks.

She beamed at me. “That’s good. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes.”

I nodded and saluted her as I went out the back. “I’ll be finished by then. Love you mom.”

That was probably too much, because she went wide eyed and then fumbled with some bowls and spoons as she waved me outside. We never did the ‘I love you’ thing in my family. But today, I was feeling brave. Like a newly evolved version of myself. And I wanted her to know someone loved her.

The grass wasn’t that long, and I flew through the garden in perfect lines, just like how my stepdad demanded. I hauled the grass box over to the far corner of the garden and emptied the grass out into the compost pit. Then cleaned off the lawnmower and wiped the sweat from my brow.

It was seriously hot, the evening sun warmer than usual for this time of year and I pulled my t-shirt off and grinned at how green my fingers were. I should have worn gloves; the grass stain would be a nightmare to get off.

The thought of a nice ice-cold drink had me making a beeline toward the back door and I kicked off my boots, before I strolled into the kitchen and ground to a stop.

“Tshuah...fwat...” Yup, those are the words I used. Well, clearly not words. Sounds. Yes, those were the sounds of a fucking imbecile.

I stared at the kitchen table, shirtless, green tinged and sweating as Sonny sat at the far end opposite my stepdad.

Sonny was here.

In my kitchen.

With my family.

The man who had a video of me wanking.

Now, dear lord. Now is the time to prove your might by flattening the house. Or just me. I’ll even settle for a lightning strike. Anything. Just fucking help me.

“Ali, go wash up. Quickly,” mom urged, looking at me with mild horror. Sonny was licking his lips, watching me. I could almost feel his eyes burning a trail along my torso as he stared.

This was the first time he was seeing me shirtless and it would have been hot if, you know, it hadn’t been in my kitchen with my mom and stepdad. Ugh.

After racing upstairs, I tossed my room around trying to find where I’d left my phone.

Me: What are you doing here? OMG, my dad is not ok with visitors. At all.

Thor: Relax. I’m liberating you.

Me: How?

Thor: Don’t worry about how. Trust me.

I’d stared at that last message for a while, and almost considered faking a fall down the stairs. Or my death. Anything really, to avoid the fact that my obsession was chatting politely at the dinner table.

Changing as fast as I could, I trudged back into the kitchen praying this wasn’t going to be the disaster I was anticipating.

I slunk into the seat across from my mom and glanced back and forth between both ends of the table. Sonny and my stepdad were deep in conversation. Like, really deep. So deep I was struggling to keep up.

“And what sort of speeds?”

“Bout 220, 240 tops,” Sonny replied.

“Must be a lot of tyre burn.”

“Crazy. Pit crew have their hands full with this one.”

“Any pictures?”

Sonny nodded, pulling his phone out and then scrolling before passing it over to my stepdad. I winced; god only knew what was on his phone.

And then I remembered again what actually was on Sonny’s phone; my video. The one of me masturbating and painting the camera in cum.

“Tea,” I shouted, jumping up and banging my knee off the leg of the table. “I’ll make tea.”

“Sit down,” my stepdad barked, and I slid back into my seat and looked down at my hands.

Seriously, God. Like, what are you busy doing? Can you not spare two minutes to rescue me from this fucked up situation?

“Nice. She’s a beaut. Love that shade of red.”

“Thanks. She’s my baby. The next race will be my first one riding her. I’m hoping to clock in ahead of my stats. Then Sunday is just a friendly. Still important to take part.”

“That’ll stand to you.”

I was lost. What were the even talking about?

“Ali.”

I jumped at my stepdad’s voice and blinked to attention.

“Yup. What? I mean, yes?”

His eyes narrowed and then he nodded over toward Sonny. “Your friend has been telling us that you’ve taken a keen interest in the bikes he’s been fixing. Says you’ve a natural talent. Ya didn’t tell us you were fixing bikes up?”

I blinked and smiled a little. I hadn’t touched a god damn engine or machine since I’d started working there. But clearly Sonny had told them otherwise.

“Yeah, they’re interesting. Been doing lots of work on them.”

I could see Sonny smirk and it made me jiggle in my seat with nerves.

“About time you’re doing something normal. I’ve been telling him that for years, not to be wasting time with his books and that airy-fairy shite. Good on ya for getting him interested in a real man’s work.”

Sonny nodded intently and then his lips, oh those gorgeous lips, curved into a mischievous smile.

“Don’t you worry sir. Your son is far more into manly stuff than you think.”

I coughed at Sonny’s words.

Anytime time now, God. Whenever you’re ready. Roof-tornado-flood...anything you got. Come on.

The timer on the oven went off, and my mom sat up and turned to Sonny. “Casserole’s ready. You’ll stay for dinner, Thorsson?”

“No thanks. I’d love to but I’ve still some work to do on the bike. I’ll just grab my helmet and be on my way.”

Relief washed over me and I stumbled to my feet, hitting the table clumsily and eager to get out of there. “I’ll grab it.”

I was nearly at the door when Sonny’s voice caused me to stop.

“Actually, I’m wondering if I might borrow Ali for a few hours tomorrow. One of my crew is down with the flu and I could do with someone who knows how to handle my machine. I can’t let just anyone put their hands on it. Your son has proven he’s well capable of taking care of business. He’s got magic hands.”

There was a loud bang, and my mother screamed. “Oh my, would you look at that. A bird just flew into the kitchen window. Did you see that?”

I cast my eyes up to heaven and shook my head. A bird? That’s the best you could do. I ask for a tornado and you give me a bird. Cheers.

I froze as my stepdad stood up and looked at me before turning back to Sonny.

“I don’t see why not. It’d be good for him. Keep him busy with work instead of moping around here.”

Was this happening?

Sonny nodded and grinned at my dad. “Excellent. That’s great. I’m looking forward to his help. He knows what I need.”

A faint squeak came from somewhere...oh shite. It was me. It was coming from me. I shut my mouth and then disappeared into the hallway.

Seconds later Sonny was behind me, the scent of leather and oil arousing me like it always did.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I whispered, handing him the helmet.

“You said your folks wouldn’t let you out. Well now, they’ve practically signed you over to me.”

“That’s because they think I’ll be helping you.”

Sonny smirked and leaned in closer. “But you will be helping me. In more ways than you can imagine. Be a good boy and go back in there and eat your dinner. I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”

I was about to reply when his mouth landed on mine—right there in the hallway—and he kissed me softly before sliding his tongue between my lips and dragging me against him.

After a few seconds Sonny pulled back, still hovering over me as his breath cascaded across my face. “That video you sent me at lunch...mmm. You made Daddy very happy. You’re such a good boy.”

I shivered, tilting forward so I was pressing against him. He was hard, the firm outline of his erection evident against my hip.

“I’m glad you liked it. I was thinking of you when I came.”

Sonny hummed and pressed his crotch against me. “I enjoyed it a lot. Did you like knowing that I was going to watch you?”

I nodded and shuddered again as he brushed his lips against my cheek.

“You did good. You’re a very good boy. But I want you to be bold for me.”

I looked into Sonny’s eyes and I swear I could see fire. “How? Tell me how?”

“I have something for you. I want you to play with it.”

Sonny reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small black box, handing it to me as he kissed me again. “But you can’t open it until I tell you. Understand? I’ll let you know when you can open it.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and he moved back and left me standing breathless and in shock.

“Your food will be cold,” my stepdad roared from the kitchen.

Fuck it. I’m so hot it won’t even matter.

***

Dinner was awkward. I’d had to fend off numerous questions about Sonny; things I couldn’t answer because I didn’t know anything about him. Then I’d had to clean up, take out the bins, feed the cat and finally I was able to sneak off to my room to stare at what he’d given me.

Alone, I flopped on my bed and pulled out the small black box. There were no writing or pictures on it, just a black cardboard box wrapped in plastic. Whatever it was, it was brand new. I wanted to open it, but his words rang in my head.

I wasn’t allowed to. That made me smile.  I liked that he’d set me this rule. But the temptation to open it was killing me.

I don’t know how long I stared at the box before sleep descended and I drifted into dreams of Sonny’s lips. It had to be the best dream I’d ever had. At some point in the dream, he phoned me, and I smiled, wanting to answer.

Only.... I wasn’t dreaming...my phone was vibrating...

“Hello?” I croaked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The clock on my locker read two a.m.

“Hey. Time to open your present.”

I blinked and felt the warmth spread over me at hearing Sonny’s voice.

“Okay, I’m going to open it. Want to stay on the line?”

“No, you open it and then you’ll know what to do.”

The phone went dead and I yawned, still in that half sleep state. I fumbled around the bed for the package and held it up, before sliding my finger under one end. Lifting the plastic cover off I opened the box and let the contents fall out onto the bed.

Okay, so this is the point where I stopped breathing for a moment, because, woah. Hesitantly, I reached out and picked up the purple and glitter object. It was made of rubber and cone shaped. I’d never seen one in real life before, but I knew what it was; and where it was supposed to go.

It was rubbery and soft, and sort of hollow inside which was odd. I shifted a little on the bed and something cold rolled against my elbow. It looked like a silver bullet, curved at one end and with a black twisting part at the other. I studied it and twisted the black cap, dropping it as it buzzed to life.

My face burned as I realised that this vibrating part was supposed to be inserted into the rubber conical part and then the entire thing was supposed to be inserted into, well, me.

This was what Sonny wanted me to do. To use this and take a photo? I shoved my face into the bed and groaned. Oh my god, who was I becoming?

But that ache deep inside me—the one that wanted something I’d never tried—reminded me that I was on a new path and apparently it was sprinkled with sex tapes and butt plugs.

I shivered, and then set to work. No point overthinking it.

Quick sidebar: I may have left out a little nugget when I said I’d de-virginised myself. I’d slept with two guys from school, and both times I’d been top. Because, in all honesty, I didn’t know if I wanted to be the one on the receiving end. Especially with a teenage boy who didn’t know what he was doing. So, this was all very, very, new to me.

But Sonny...he was a man. He was glorious and depraved and I wanted to be bent over for him, exposed and taken.

I clenched my eyes tight at my own admission. Jesus, I was really losing the plot.

The bottom shelf of my bookcase held a stack of large hardback books and a small money box. I fished the key from over the doorframe and sat back onto the bed and unlocked the metal box. It was my little treasure chest filled with condoms and lube, and usual teenage boy stuff. But I also had some other things in there.

I don’t know when it had started, this other weird obsession I had, but I loved it. God, it made me feel fucking amazing. I fished them out, tracing my thumb over them, the feel of the delicate pink lace adding to my excitement.

A shiver escaped and I peeled off my boxers, suddenly desperate to wear my sweet pink panties. It had taken so much grit for me to actually press ‘buy’ on the website link a few months earlier. But I’d returned to that site for weeks, staring at the range of lace and silk underwear until I caved.

It had been such a feat to order them. I’d even gone to the trouble of paying for a delivery-locker, so they didn’t come to the house. Imagine if my stepdad knew about those? There was no point even risking it.

I slid the panties over my ankles, my skin tingling as I slowly trailed the lace along my shins, up over my thighs and smoothed it over my ass. I loved how they felt; the way they held me, barely, and made me feel incredible. I felt sexy and...beautiful.

Would Sonny like this? Would he be disgusted? I smirked at that idea. I reckoned Sonny was probably up for anything. Including a boy who liked to wear lace panties.

The small bottle of lube lay on the bed and I grabbed it, along with my new toy and the vibrating bullet. Time to break all the rules.

I lay on my back on the bed, but I couldn’t relax, staring at the door every five seconds even though I’d locked it. Rolling onto my stomach I kneeled up and shook my head at the thought of what I was about to do.

The house was silent, everyone asleep and I let out a sigh. I sat back on my haunches before spreading lube all over the glittery purple anal plug. It didn’t look all that big, but still. I’d never put anything in there before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.

I eased forward, my chest lowering down to the bed, and resting my face on the pillow. Ass up, I reached between my legs and giggled as the slippery plug slid in effortlessly. I let my finger rest on the end, pressing it a few times and squirming under the full sensation.

A thought interrupted my moment and I blushed as I realized I wished Sonny could see me. I wanted him to watch this; to want me.

Carefully, I twisted the black end of the silver bullet and my ass buzzed to life. Holy fucking shit. Oh my god, it was....

A laugh escaped along with an exhale of air and I bucked my hips back, losing myself in the incredible buzzy feeling of the vibrating plug. As if he knew what I was doing, my phone flashed with a text message.

Thor: are you enjoying yourself yet?

I giggled and clenched my ass only to send a wave of intense pleasure through my body. Oh my god. Whatever I was touching it was ah-ma-zing. Heavy on the zing. I remained in my odd position and tapped out a reply.

Me: I’m having quite a time. If only you could see me now. I’m buzzing. Literally. LOL.

Thor: Don’t tease. Show me. Good boy.

I gulped in air and clenched my ass again, shoving my face into the pillow as the pleasure rolled through my body. I was going to come at this rate.

Without hesitating, and much to my own surprise, I tilted the phone, angling the camera so it was facing me, with a view of my shoulder, down my back and, as I tilted a little more, my lace covered ass. I snapped the picture, making sure to stick out my tongue cheekily, and hit send.

Me: I can be naughty, Daddy.

The anal plug moved a little and I arched down more, realizing it was sliding out a little each time I clenched my ass.

Thor: Fuck. Are you wearing lace panties?

I laughed; happy I’d finally managed to surprise him for a change.

Me: Yes, Daddy. There’s lots about me you don’t know.

Thor: That’s sexy as hell. I’ll find out all your secrets, boy. Don’t you worry. There won’t be an inch of you I haven’t explored.

I thrust my hips as I read his text, my erection brushing against the lace and sheets and driving my orgasm through me. I jerked, coming all over my panties and bed and shuddering as the anal plug hit somewhere that had me close to screaming out in pleasure.

Dazed, I scrambled back onto my knees and grinned. I slid the camera to video mode and stared into the lens, my cheeks flushed and lips red.

‘Daddy, I was very naughty. Look at this mess I’ve made.’ I tilted the camera, the frame settling on the sticky mess on the lace panties and on the bed and then I brought it back up close to my face as I licked my lips. ‘I played with your toy and it made me want things...like you.’

I was lost in this heady cloud of desire. Like a fever, a madness of obsession over a man. And now I seemed to be auditioning for a part in a porn movie or something. But I didn’t care. This was more fun than I’d even had in my eighteen years. Sonny was awakening things in me and I felt free.

So incredibly free and alive.

And seen.

For the first time in my life, ever, someone saw me.

Rolling onto my back, I held the camera between my legs and slid the lace panties down, giving him a good view of the butt plug and the rest of me. Feeling brave, I whispered into the microphone: ‘Can you think of something larger I could put in there, Daddy?’

Ending the video, I pressed send and burst out laughing. I felt high. And just as I’d expected, there was no reply. But I was starting to learn more about this strange thing we were doing and unlike earlier when I’d sent the first video, I didn’t worry. Because I knew what Sonny would be doing.

He’s watching me.

Wanting me.

Seeing me.

Ride Me

Sonny was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame; leaning as though it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He leaned like the door was his bitch. Christ, I needed therapy.

“I’m ready to go,” I said, pretending that I hadn’t sent him a video of my cum covered panties and the anal plug. Nope, I wasn’t going to even mention that.

It was just after eight a.m. and he’d shown up at my house like he’d said he would. I was supposed to be helping him with his bike today but who knows what he really had in store for me.

Sonny’s hands were shoved in the pockets of his jeans and he smiled at me, those lips smooth and shiny as he licked them. He’d tasted like honey the evening before as he’d kissed me in that very hallway.

His lips had been as soft as the head of his cock; like a flower petal, all smooth and velvety. I glanced up at his eyes and I wondered how long it was going to take before I was totally destroyed by him. Because I knew it was only a matter of when, not if.

“You ready to go, kiddo?”

I loved when he called me that. But not as much as when he called me boy. I chewed my lips, trying to hide the stupid smile that wanted to erupt.

“Eh, yeah. I’m ready.”

He stood upright, arching his back a little and then stepped closer. “Let’s go. I’m looking forward to riding with you.”

Huh? Say what now?

Sonny turned and headed for the driveway and I froze as I saw him make a beeline for the cherry red motorbike.

I half ran, half tripped down the path after him and stopped short of where he stood.

“I’m riding this one today because I’m racing the black one later this week. You get to ride this baby today.” Sonny thrust a helmet towards me and then straddled the gleaming motorcycle, the image from the porn/sex tape he’d sent me flashing through my mind.

“You expect me to go on this?” I bumbled the words out as I held the helmet.

“Is there a problem, Ali?”

My heart tried to burst out of my chest. It really did. Because it was thundering as I stared at the powerful machine.

“I can’t,” I said, my eyes widening.

“Why not?

“My parents won’t allow it. My stepdad...he doesn’t like bikes.”

Sonny leaned forward, resting his forearms on the handlebars. “He seemed to like them just fine last night. You afraid, kiddo?”

“No, that’s not it. He doesn’t like me on a bike. I’m not allowed to ride on one.”

“What you really mean is you’re a good boy and you don’t want to get in trouble. Right?”

Yup, you guessed it. Those words went straight to my cock and grabbed me hard. Sonny laughed, the rawness of his voice crawling over me, like a dark veil of trouble. T-r-o-u-b-l-e.

“I want to, but I can’t,” I whispered.

“You can, but you prefer to do what you’re told. I like a good boy. But you know when I really like a good boy, Ali?”

I shook my head, still unsure what this strange exchange was leading to.

“I like when good boys are bad. You need to remember that. Like you were last night, kiddo. You were a very bad boy.”

My insides swished and swirled with pleasure and desire. He liked my photo and my video. He’d watched it. Sonny had watched me.

“Bad boys need to be punished. Do you like being punished?”

I licked my lips and felt my cock leak. Oh fuck. “I, eh, don’t know. I get in trouble all the time at home. Without even trying.”

Sonny’s expression changed—as though he understood my entire life from that one sentence—and then he licked his tongue along his bottom lip.

“I don’t mean like that, baby. I mean do you want to be punished if you don’t do what I ask? Or punished as part of playtime. For fun.”

Wait: Did he just call me baby? That one-word right there was the key to a part of me I’d locked shut my entire life. And just like that, Sonny had unlocked it.

I nodded and his face formed into a gorgeous sexy smile.

“So, you coming or you need to call a taxi?”

Glancing around the garden, my brain raced through my options. This felt like another test. But I wanted to pass it; to get to the next level. To please him.

“Yup. I’m in.”

Shaking and silently throwing out a quick Hail Mary, I climbed on the back, excitement and terror battling for space inside me.

“Hold on tight,” Sonny purred over his shoulder.

Before I could reply, the bike roared into life and I fumbled for Sonny’s waist, clutching at his leather jacket for dear life. The sensation of gripping him, my thighs straddling around his ass, holy shit. There was no way I’d fight the hard-on that was raging in my pants. Did I care? Nope.

I was alive.

I’m flying.

The air was warm as the bike roared down the street. Dust rose, and the scent of leather, oil and the heat of the engine snaked under my helmet.

Sonny took a left, the bike leaning ever so slightly and then he stopped at a red light. I wasn’t paying enough attention and my head nodded forward, my helmet banging against him.

“Careful back there. Try to keep upright.”

I nodded and grabbed a tighter hold of his waist. The engine purred as we took off again, the breeze washing over us as we sped through the sun filled streets. I closed my eyes, sliding my hands a little more around his waist and I leaned closer, my chest pressing against Sonny’s back.

God, if I died right now, I’d die happy.

It was like a daydream; the heat, the air and the hot-as-fuck biker I was wrapped around.

Another left turn and I knew where he was taking me—the lake. I’d been there before, on random walks. Now it would hold all sorts of different memories.

I’d gone from geeky nerd to a motorbike-riding, deviant.

We parked up at the designated spaces and I shivered at the loss of heat as Sonny climbed off the bike. He peeled his helmet off and ran his hands through his dark hair.

“I thought you were trying to strangle me there at one point.”

“Huh?” I slid off the bike and handed him my helmet, turning my body slightly away from him and urging my erection to die the fuck down.

“You were holding on so tight. And no point hiding that, kiddo. It’s been jammed into my ass the whole ride here.” Sonny headed for the walkway. The clearing in the woods descending into a dappled green path and I followed behind, scurrying to catch up with him.

“Sorry about that. It was my first time,” I mumbled, traipsing after him.

He glanced back at me then, his expression one of amusement and an air that was pure dominance.  

“Spend enough time with me and I’ll give you a lot of firsts.”

I stumbled a little as my legs spasmed involuntarily at his words. Holy shit. What was he trying to do to me?

I caught up with him and we walked through the wood in silence, the air cooler in the shade. It was so confusing, being so normal together. Just two guys taking a morning stroll in a wood. If only people knew what he was really into.

If only they knew what I was into.

With that thought I ground to a halt and frowned. He still hadn’t answered things I needed to know.

“Sonny, what was that video you sent me? You never explained it properly.”

He tilted his face up, bathing in the sun for a moment before looking back at me as though he ate boys like me for breakfast. No, scratch that. He definitely ate boys like me.

“It’s part of a group I’m in. We like to, how do I explain this... ‘show off’. Some people are in relationships, other times it’s just a scene. We tape them in a club we go to and then we post them online so people can enjoy them. People like you.”

“Like me?”

“Mm. Someone who enjoys watching people fuck. And those people that enjoy being watched.”

“Just because I watch porn doesn’t mean I’m into that sort of thing.”

Sonny smirked and licked his lips. “You had your cock out, at work, in a toilet that doesn’t lock. And you knew I was right outside. You really going to tell me you didn’t know on some level there was a chance you might get caught?”

His words hit me. No, Jesus no. I mean, I didn’t want to be caught. Sure, the door hadn’t locked but that didn’t mean...I hadn’t wanted him to....

“How did you feel when I caught you, Ali? When I was standing over you?”

I breathed out, slow and steady. “I liked it. It felt wrong but...exciting.”

Sonny smiled and started walking again, his feet crunching over the dry earth.

“And that video you sent me at lunchtime. You didn’t need much encouragement for that.” He smiled at me, a softness behind his eyes. “Not to mention what you sent me last night.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking last night. I can’t believe I even did that.” I was trying to keep my tone casual, but I knew my embarrassment was clear.

“Why are you all shy now? You didn’t seem shy last night.”

My skin was hot, and I exhaled, looking through the trees and wildflowers and avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. It’s different when it’s the video. Just me and the camera. It’s not like you’re actually there.”

Sonny nodded. “That video was so hot. I came just watching you.”

I coughed, choking a little on my own saliva. “You did?”

“Yeah. Well, I was touching myself, but you probably guessed that much. You were so sexy. So beautiful. I loved seeing you like that.”

I shook my head, trying to calm myself and hide the panic. I was in over my head, this was all moving so fast. But I couldn’t stop it. Fuck, I didn’t want to.

“Thank you, but-”

“But what?” He stopped then, in the middle of the forest, and walked towards me. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

Sonny was so calm and together but now, for the first time since I met him, there was a vulnerability there. He seemed to have opened up and he was looking at me with such intensity I wasn’t sure my heart wouldn’t explode through my chest at any moment and grab him.

I stepped closer to him and bit my lip, embarrassed and turned on and just one big ball of nerves. “Nobody’s ever called me that before. Except Charlene. But no guy has.”

Sonny’s eyebrow twitched, and he came closer. “You should listen to your friend.”

I swallowed hard and shivered as my balls felt heavy. I could feel the wet patch on my briefs and my cock ached for release.

“I like you,” I blurted out and then prayed once again for a meteorite.

Sonny closed the distance between us, pressing me against a large tree. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s intrigued me as much as you, baby boy.”

Baby boy.

Those right there would be there words that undid me.

My Eyes Only

Sonny

The lake was silent, shimmering with tiny winged creatures as the dirt track dissolved into a damp grass verge which led to a shore of pebbles. We’d walked in near silence for twenty minutes before the lake appeared like a splendid mirage among a sea of dried trees.

The flies swarmed over the silvery water, creating a dizzying sensation as the sun continued to beam down over us. The heavy heat of the morning twined with the breeze and disturbed the tiny sky folk, pushing the swarms like waves in the air.

And then there was Ali. My boy. My good, baby boy. I still couldn’t believe it and wouldn’t allow myself to. He was too good to be true.

Too good to be mine.

Hot from our trek through the forest, the cool of the lake was a welcomed relief.

“Let’s go for a swim,” I said and before Ali could respond I was already undressing.

“Why?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

“Why not?” I said and he turned away from me, his cheeks pinking.

The past week had been insane. So fast and yet so slow. As if the rush of our attraction was going in slow motion. I wanted to go over there and drag him by his hair, shove him to his knees and demand he sucked me off. That was usual for me to want that.

It was the ‘other’ things I wanted that had me unnerved. Like the desire to scoop him up and carry him home. Peel those clothes off and stand over him, until I’d mapped out every part of his body.

I liked things rough and hard, and it always revved me up. But this boy, he had me wanting to touch him softly; to wrap myself around him and kiss him slow and easy.

I peeled off my jeans and leather jacket, tugging my t-shirt over my head, and my eyes gave in to the pull to look at him. I glanced sideways, taking in the semi naked body five feet away. Ali sat untying his boots, looking at the ground, blinking so slow it seemed purposeful rather than natural.

I tried to hold my gaze away but gave in again, stealing another sideways glance only to find him wading into the blue water ahead of me. His smooth white buttocks contrasting with his tanned thighs and back.

What was I doing getting involved with someone so innocent? So young? So good and pure? But there was no point rationalising it. I waded further into the lake, watching him. It seemed to be the only thing I did these days.

Watching.

Wanting.

Watching that boy unfurl before me. Ali’d arrived all green and good and slowly he was loosening up.

My mind was whirling with unanswered questions. What was I doing? Where could this go? How would I explain the club to him? I lived my life to the full, enjoying my kinks and fetishes. And on the outside Ali seemed to be a temporary distraction.

But on the inside...damn I was feeling things I wasn’t comfortable with. He was too young, too inexperienced and too god-damned good.

There were so many things I wanted to know about him, but I didn’t dare ask Ali any of them, and instead continued to wade further into the cool water, the lakebed thick with silt and matted leaves.

The cooling water felt glorious against my skin, washing over my muscles. I’d been working hard the last few weeks. Long days at the garage and then hours in the evenings on my bike. Not to mention the nights at the club...

Hunkering down until the water skimmed my shoulders, I edged towards Ali in the water. He was so incredible; the dusting of tiny feathery freckles on his cheeks; his cupid bow mouth and the long, sinewy limbs that had me mesmerized.

And then there was the dark scattering of hair across his chest and above his delicious cock.

Okay, here’s the low down. I get off on some kinky shit. I perform sexual acts on camera, and it turns me on. I like to show off. No apologies. And I’m part of a group that do this regularly. But Ali isn’t like the others. Ali is special. And Ali has me wanting to turn my back on a lot of things just so I can have him.

When I arrived at the garage that Monday morning to find him standing there, a ball of awkward nerves, wide eyed and so eager, fuck. It undid something in me, and I knew I wanted him. But not to play with. I wanted him for more.

I’d had my suspicions about Ali from the moment I’d met him. He’d looked at me, stared hard and then flushed a hot pink all over his neck and face. He’d barely managed to construct a sentence. Fumbling out words and jittering around me. I knew he liked me. And even if I hadn’t, the kid wasn’t much good at hiding the hardon he’d sported most days.

He must have been hurting he’d been that riled up. When I’d watched him sneak into the toilet on lunch my instincts knew what he was up to. Masturbating in a shitty work toilet would seem pretty gross, but he was a teenage boy, and if memory served me right, anywhere would do when you were desperate to off load one.

I told myself I was drawn to him for the reasons I wanted most men: the exhibitionism; the videos; the mutual desire to be watched. But I was lying to myself and damn did I know it.

I didn’t want anyone to watch Ali, other than me. Just me. For my eyes only.

I’d argued with myself, and even half convinced myself I didn’t really want him. Ha, that had been a joke. Ali had sent me that video at lunch and I’d all but died as he came, splattering the camera lens with his cum.

I wanted to lick the screen; to taste him. To taste my boy. Because that’s what I really desired. I wanted a boy of my own.

He was so innocent. So perfect. And I wanted to protect him and care for him.

Fuck. This wasn’t part of the plan.

But I couldn’t deny how I felt. I’d jokingly called myself a ‘bad Daddy’. But when Ali had said that word, called me his Daddy...that had been my undoing.

And then that photo he’d sent of himself, dressed in soft lacy panties...Christ it had been too much.

I glanced over at him, lowering my eyes and for a brief moment I pretended everything was just fine. The water ebbed against my chin, and I lowered myself a little more until it skimmed my lips.

It was then that I felt eyes watching me and lifting my gaze slowly I was met with equally curious eyes. Beautiful, innocent eyes.

My baby boy.

We stayed in the lake for a few more minutes, silent and shy, before wading back onto the bank, and dressed quietly, our wet skin dampening our clothes. Ali shivered, and I stepped closer, wanting to hold him.

“You okay?” I murmured, pulling his body against mine.

“Mm,” he said, and he let his head fall against my shoulder.

I placed a soft kiss against his neck, my hands skimming his lower back and slipping down to caress his ass.

“Such a good boy,” I whispered against his warm skin.

I knew I was in trouble, right then. The way my heart skipped, and my balls felt heavy with desire and longing. I’d found a boy and I wanted to make him mine. I wanted to hold him, kiss him, and hurt him when he asked me to. I wanted to make him feel things he’d never felt. But most of all, I wanted to keep him.

“Come back to mine. I want to take you to bed.”

Ali tilted his face up to me, his rosebud lips begging to be kissed. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that.”

I blinked slowly, pure desire and something else washing over me. “Put your shoes on and let’s go.”

He did as I asked; so obedient, so eager to please. “I’m ready,” he whispered, and he kissed me.

I grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards the forest. “Let’s go, baby boy.”

Ali shivered and I paused, turning toward him. “You sure you’re okay? You certain you want this?”

He nodded, his cheeks rosy and his eyes glassy. “I’m sure. I want it. I want you, Daddy.”

I started walking again, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and trying to keep my cool. This was really happening. I’d found the most perfect, amazing boy and he wanted me.

I tilted my face toward him, brushing my lips against his ear. “Good boy,” I murmured, and I felt my stomach flip.

I was taking my good boy home. And I was going to do bad things to him.

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Trying Kink, Part Three

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What if you couldn’t stop yourself? Your thoughts consumed by the pleasures and indulgences you’d tasted. What if you craved more...pushing boundaries, sensations and rules? And what if the man that could give it to you was taunting you... tempting... seducing... a tease.

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CS Joyce lives in Ireland and writes contemporary romance stories about men falling in love with men. She fiercely believes that love conquers all and aims to sprinkle a little magic with her stories. She also has a filthy mind and a propensity for kinkiness!

She spends her days writing, reading and caring for the tiny people she created.