Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

M ack almost fell over, and Grey rushed in to steady him. “Sorry, Little boy. I stopped to enjoy the view.”

Leaning against Grey’s hard chest, Mack felt his heart rate speed up. He loved the feel of Grey’s arms around him. This man was in amazing shape. Dressed in a tight-fitting T-shirt and cotton athletic shorts, his body was chiseled. “What do you do? Work out every spare minute you can?”

“I think that was a compliment,” Grey said with a laugh. “I’ll take it.” He pressed a kiss to the curve of Mack’s neck, making him shiver.

“Let’s get you safely undressed,” Grey suggested.

He stepped back and knelt at Mack’s feet. Mack started repeating the multiplication tables for the number eight to distract his body from realizing Grey’s face was right at dick level. Eight, sixteen, twenty-four… Those had been the bane of his existence in third grade. They didn’t help. He could feel his cock thickening and extending.

“You can brace yourself on my shoulder. Good. Now, lift this foot,” he requested, tapping on the toe of one shoe. He stripped it off and guided the now-tangled material over Mack’s foot before repeating the process on the other side. “There you are.”

Grey looked up Mack’s body, his eyes lingering on the growing bulge in the younger man’s boxers. “What would happen if I blew a stream of air?” He puckered his lips as if to carry through on his thought.

“I’ll explode through my boxers.”

Grey rose smoothly from the carpet, allowing his body to brush along Mack’s as he stood. Without thinking, Mack stepped in closer to press against the older man. When Grey’s arms wrapped around Mack, he closed his eyes to savor the sensations.

Feeling a warm kiss pressed to his shoulder, Mack whispered, “Daddy.” He hadn’t planned on saying that. It just popped out of his mouth. Instantly afraid he’d made a fatal blunder, he held his breath.

Strong fingers stroked through his hair, following the length down his back until they rested only on Mack’s skin. That touch radiated through his body. Grey’s second hand gathered a fistful of his hair at the base of his scalp and tugged, tilting Mack’s face up.

“Say it again, Little boy,” Grey commanded.

“Daddy,” Mack repeated, equally as breathy.

“You are so brave. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” Grey asked, leaning closer.

Mack nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, Mackie.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A second later, Grey’s mouth crashed down on his. Gone was the sweet brush of lips. This kiss demanded his response. Grey slid his tongue into Mack’s mouth, tasting and exploring him. Mack tightened his hold around Grey’s waist, making sure the older man wouldn’t move away as he responded eagerly. Nothing had ever felt like this.

A wordless protest burst from Mack’s lips when Grey lifted his head. That kiss could have gone on forever. He moved forward to kiss him back, but the fingers tangled in his hair tightened to hold him in place.

“Daddy’s in charge.”

Before he could ask Grey what that meant, the charismatic man slid the hand pressed to his back down to cup one of Mack’s buttocks. He squeezed it slightly, as if wishing to draw Mack’s attention there. “You’ve had a male lover before?”

Mack’s cock jumped at the implication that Grey would take him. “Yes. Not for a while,” he admitted. His relationship with his previous roommate had fallen flat months ago. Mack suspected that was when his lover had started to dally.

“Stop thinking about whatever that is.”

Mack met Grey’s mesmerizing gray eyes and nodded. Living in the moment seemed like the right thing to do.

As a reward, Grey’s hand tightened on Mack’s butt as if testing the tautness. Mack flexed automatically, wanting to please him. The resulting low chuckle that emerged from Grey’s lips enchanted him. He enjoyed pleasing Grey.

“I’ve been tested recently. Have you?” Grey asked.

Mack liked he didn’t beat around the bush. If they couldn’t talk about this, how could they have a relationship? “Right after I moved out. I was clean.”

“You are very smart, Mackie. I’m glad you’ve taken care of yourself. That makes this so much easier.”

“What’s this?” Mack whispered.

“I’m going to turn you around and fuck the hell out of you. Hard and fast. Then, I’m going to baby you like the Little boy you’ve always wanted to be.”

Mack stared at him, his mind wheeling with the images in his mind. “Please.”

Grey’s mouth descended slowly. His eyes held Mack’s until the last second, when Mack had to escape behind his eyelids. That kiss made Mack hold on to Grey for stability. It was so demanding—so beguiling.

When Grey lifted his mouth, he stepped back to rip off his form-fitting T-shirt. The bulge of the muscles of his arms as he pulled it over his head made Mack flex in reaction. He wanted Grey to be as attracted to him as well. Mack devoured the sight of his bare upper body. Biting his lower lip to keep from making sounds, Mack held his breath as Grey drew the stretchy waistband of his shorts over his bulging erection and pushed them down his thick thighs, stepping out of them when they hit the carpet.

“Damn!” popped out of his mouth.

“Language, Mackie. You’ve been warned about this before. I think it’s time I showed you that Little boys who swear earn a red bottom.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”

“Spankings are always on your bare bottom. Let’s get this big boy underwear off.”

Grey stepped forward and quickly divested Mack of his underwear as he stood there, trying to keep up with everything that was going on. This seemed like a dream. A fantasy coming true.

He watched the older man scan his body. His hand reached forward and gripped Mack’s jutting cock. He paused for just a split second before squeezing it firmly.

“Nobody touches this cock but me, Mackie. No playing. Only Daddy gets to make you feel good.”

“I can’t…” Mack’s voice faded away as he understood Grey was going to control his pleasure. That dominance was so hot.

“No playing,” Grey repeated.

This time, Mack nodded.

“Good boy. I want you to walk to lean over that table. Put your chest on the wood.”

It seemed like a mile, but Mack covered the distance in three seconds. He looked back at Grey for confirmation that this was what he wanted. He saw Grey open the nightstand and remove a small tub before walking toward him. When it dawned on him that it was lubricant, Mack leaned over the table in a flash, inviting whatever Grey had in mind for him. Whatever Daddy has in mind for me. He looked over his shoulder to watch the magnificent man walk toward him.

The clatter of the lubricant jar landing on the table drew his attention away for a split second. Grey adjusted Mack’s body further onto the table until only his shaft thrust freely with his torso fully supported. Grey rounded the table and pulled Mack’s arms up toward the far side.

“What’s that?” Mack whispered as Grey drew a set of restraints from underneath the edge his fingers now dangled over.

“These will keep you from reaching back while I spank you.” Grey fastened them snugly. “You can free yourself with a flick of your wrists. Try it.”

Mack followed his gesture and felt the material release him. Grey quickly refastened the padded cuff. The apprehension inside him at being bound evaporated.

“Play stops if you pull yourself out of the cuffs,” Grey told him.

“I won’t…”

“You will if you need to.”

Mack nodded. His feelings toward this man grew by leaps and bounds. How did he know Mack’s inner turbulence in letting go?

Grey ran a hand over his own cock. He pulled roughly from root to tip as he looked over the picture of Mack on the table. He lifted that hand to brush the back of his fingers across Mack’s cheek, lightly drawing a path from his face over his shoulders and back to his butt. Grey rubbed his hand over Mack’s firm ass.

“You’re going to look so handsome with a red bottom. I can’t wait to see your skin blushing.” He squeezed one buttock hard, making Mack gasp.

Before Mack could protest, Grey lifted one hand and slapped it down hard on Mack’s exposed bottom. The sting was more than he’d ever expected. Mack tried to stand up, but Grey held him tethered to the table with one hand on the small of his back. A second followed quickly. And a third.

Heat built on his skin. Mack tightened his hands into fists, refusing to make any noise. Grey quickly foiled any attempt to stand up or move. The swats blurred together as tears gathered in his eyes. Mack blinked them away, unwilling to show feelings.

“It’s almost over, right?” Mack begged.

“Daddy knows when you’ve had enough. Trust me.”

That phrase echoed in his mind. Trust me. His fight evaporated and Mack relaxed on the table.

“Good boy.” Grey’s hand rubbed over his hot bottom, soothing some of the sting.

The prickle melded with the pleasure he felt as Grey caressed his body. Mack rose on his tiptoes to raise his bottom to ask for more. Grey traced his cleft to where his balls hung close to his body. Cupping the heavy globes, Grey ran his thumb over them gently before tugging slightly.

“Ahhh!” Mack couldn’t keep the moan inside at this exquisite torture.

The rasp of the lid opening on the jar made him jerk, increasing the pull on his sac. A secondary groan burst from him.

“Daddy will make it better,” Grey promised.

Mack watched him dip two fingers inside and scoop up a generous amount. That hand disappeared from his view.

“Next time, Daddy will have you hold your bottom open for me to get you ready to take me. I won’t make you do that this time.”

Not knowing what to say, Mack stayed quiet, anticipating what would come next. He felt a light caress on his still-stinging bottom. “Your bottom looks captivating with a blush, Mackie.”

Before he could come up with a response, he felt a finger trace down the divide as Grey’s hand pressed open his buttocks. Mack tried not to react but couldn’t. He’d never been this turned on.

Needing to reassure himself, Mack looked over his shoulder to judge Grey’s expression. The fierce look of arousal on the handsome man’s face said it all. The two fingers applying cool lubricant grabbed his attention. He clenched his butt.

“None of that, Little boy. Push your bottom out,” Grey ordered.

What? The look on Mack’s face must have said everything in his mind.

“Up on your toes. Push your bottom out,” Grey clarified.

Swallowing hard, Mack followed his directions. Immediately, two fingers pressed through the tight ring of muscles to spread the lubricant. Moaning at the sensation, Mack sank back down to his heels. A smart slap on his punished bottom brought him back onto his toes.

He tried to stay silent as Grey thoroughly spread the slick mixture over the entrance and along the sides of the tight channel. That ended when the two fingers suddenly became three. “Daddy!”

“You are very tight, Little boy. Daddy needs to get you ready. I think I’ll need to pay special attention to this bottom each evening. I have a new set of plugs that will help widen you over time.”

“No!” he wailed, half excited and half unhappy with that idea.

“Daddy is in charge. He knows what you need,” Grey lectured him as his hand continued its incredibly intimate treatment. “Let’s see if you’re ready to take my cock.”

Grey leaned over him to wrap his free hand around Mack’s cock. He squeezed as if he were assessing something before releasing him. “Not quite ready.”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” Mack rushed to assure him. He couldn’t imagine being any more turned on than he was right then.

“Not yet.” Grey reached for another dollop of the thick mixture and carried it once again behind Mack.

Expecting him to add the lubricant to the spot Grey already explored, Mack jerked upright, testing the limitations of the restraints around his wrists. No! He froze, remembering that he didn’t want to pull his hands from the bands. There was no way he wanted this to end.

Especially now that Grey was spreading slick substance over his balls. He shuffled his feet apart, silently asking Grey to continue his ministrations. Sagging in disappointment when that caressing hand stopped, Mack almost lost his mind when Grey’s slick fingers wrapped around his erection. The guttural moan that fell from his lips contained so much need.

“I know, Little boy. You’re ready.”

Grey withdrew his probing fingers. A short time later, Mack closed his eyes to concentrate on the exquisite sensation of the cock pressing through his entrance. A low keening sound fell from his lips as Grey slid inside him. His long thick cock tested Mack’s ability to take him. Mack’s excitement made it hard to relax.

Whack!

Mack’s head bolted up from its bowed position at the feel of a sharp smack to his bottom. The shock distracted him from the invader, allowing Grey to push the last couple of inches inside. When he felt Grey’s body rest against him, Mack struggled to comprehend the sensation of being filled completely.

“Damn, Little boy,” Grey groaned. “You feel incredible.”

“No cussing,” Mack teased, trying to break the tension he felt.

Whack!

“Sassiness will get your bottom spanked,” Grey corrected him as he slowly withdrew. “Or maybe you like that and I should correct you more severely next time.”

Mack knew he should pay attention but couldn’t. Not with all those nerve endings firing. Grey’s movements inside him captured his complete focus. The thrust back inside made Mack’s head rear back as he tried to survive the flurry of sensations inside him. Nothing had ever felt like this.

Grey leaned over him, letting Mack feel a bit of his weight and pinning him to the table. He pressed a line of kisses across Mack’s shoulder and up his neck. Mack loved the brush of Grey’s body hair and the scrape of his evening beard against his skin. He couldn’t remember being more turned on.

“You feel so good around me, Mackie. I could happily come home to this every evening.”

Mack nodded his head fervently. “Please,” he begged, needing Grey to move.

Grey bounced his hips against Mack, shifting a small bit in and out of him. It was good, but he needed more. “Move, please.”

“I like it here,” Grey told him, continuing the subtle, deep thrusts that somehow seemed to fuel Mack’s desire hotter and hotter. “Maybe you’d like me to touch you here?”

A guttural sound burst from Mack’s mouth when Grey’s still slick hand wrapped around Mack’s cock and squeezed. Mack tried to control himself but spewed his seed onto the floor like a teenage boy.

“You are so responsive, Mackie. How did I get so lucky?”

Releasing him, Grey’s husky whisper in his ear reassured him he was not disappointed. Mack didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Grey withdrew almost completely before thrusting sharply back inside.

“Daddy’s turn,” Grey growled. “Maybe Mackie can come again…”

His strokes gathered speed. Each time his thick shaft slid inside, the feel of the invader brushing against all the sensitive spots inside made Mack’s arousal rekindle. Grey changed his angle slightly, drawing a gasp of astonishment from Mack.

“There,” he begged and pressed his forehead against the tabletop as Grey did as he requested. How can he make me feel so much?

Grey’s breath above him intensified. Mack knew he was close. “I want to touch you, Daddy.”

“Pull out of the restraints, Mackie.” Grey gave him permission.

With twists of his wrists, Mack freed his hands and braced one forearm on the table. Stabilized against Grey’s rapid movements, Mack reached back to run a hand over Grey’s arm and side.

Grey reached around him again, pulling firmly on Mack’s renewed erection. “Come with me!”

Mack bit his lip, trying to hold on. His resistance could only last a short time. He groaned loudly as he came once again.

“Mackie!” With a shout, Grey emptied himself inside Mack with a massive burst of heat.