Chapter 16

(Zachy)

The warmest cock in the world

Daddy’s cock stood up proudly from a nest of neatly trimmed clothes, the lingering aroma of his body wash still clinging to his skin from the shower they’d taken when they’d gotten home from shopping and dinner. Snow and spicy chai tea, which Daddy loved and Zachy had come to love too, ever since the first time Daddy had made it for him. He nuzzled Daddy’s sack and licked the underside of his length, eyes rolling up to see Daddy’s stern face and the lust filling his eyes.

“Your time doesn’t stop until you’re on my cock,” Daddy growled, making Zachy shiver and flick his tongue out to lick him again.

“I’m just getting it warmed up,” Zacky said, grinning up at him. “Do I get to switch up the ways I can warm you?”

“As long as you can manage to swap positions in less than thirty seconds.”

“I will, Daddy.”

“Then you may switch whenever you’d like.”

“Yey.”

Since Daddy was already sitting, it was easy to wrap his lips around the head of cock and slowly take as much of it as he could manage and still breathe comfortably. With his hands hugging Daddy’s hips, he settled in, relaxing his shoulders and letting his body go lax as he leaned against Daddy’s legs.

Daddy’s fingers felt amazing, gliding through his hair, making it easy to close his eyes and let his thoughts drift. All the practice he’d done on silicone toys and the videos he’d studied made it easy to give Daddy something Zachy had been curious about ever since he’d first learned what it was.

The conversation above him was like a fuzzy tv, hazy and murmured in choppy waves of words.

“Next year I’m not working all the way up to Christmas Eve, no matter what’s going on at the office.”

That was Cooper, and he was petting Zachy’s hair now too.

“I’ll take sick time if I have too, hell, I’ll give my two weeks’ notice on December first, work my last day on the fourteenth, and reapply for my position after the tenth of the New Year.”

“Why the tenth?”

“Seemed like a good, round number.”

He could feel their chuckles vibrate through Daddy’s cock. Fingers tickled his neck and skimmed the space below his ears. Carols still played in the background while the fireplace crackled on the other side of the room. Daddy had said to never, ever touch it, and he wouldn’t. He didn’t know a thing about gas fireplaces, or wooden ones for that matter. Who needed a fireplace in Arizona? They’d had a pool though, one Zachy had spent every day he possibly could, swimming and floating around in.

Daddy said that in the spring he’d had plans to have an addition built on to the house, with a glass ceiling, like a greenhouse, where he’d intended to put in a hot tub and raise a few of his favorite plants. When Zachy had shared with him how much he loved spending time in the water, Daddy had promised to expand his plans to include an indoor pool where they could float together after work with a great big pitcher of lemonade and sweet tea.

Zachy was certain Daddy would be spiking his .

“I’ve got another dresser coming,” Daddy declared. “The bedroom is more than big enough for a long one. I thought I’d reserve you a couple drawers, so you didn’t have to keep carrying your after-work clothes around in your car.”

“I appreciate it. I’d rather show up here exhausted than not show up at all.”

“Zachy and I would prefer that option too.”

“This is a million miles away from how I envisioned my first Christmas off the road to be, and a thousand times better.”

“What were you expecting?”

“A beer can Christmas tree, leftover takeout I’d ordered the day before, and all the Christmas horror movies I could stomach.”

“Christmas…horror movies, I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure,” Cooper admitted. “I know Zachy loves horror movies too.”

“Really?” Daddy asked. “I hadn’t learned that yet, thank you. We’ll have to set up a marathon.”

Zachy liked the idea so much he flicked his tongue against the underside of Daddy’s cock, enjoying the low groan he let out and the way his hand grew heavier on Zachy’s head as he caressed his cheek.

“I think someone else likes the idea of a marathon as much as I do,” Cooper said, as Daddy continued petting him.

“I promise to ease you both into the genre gently,” Daddy offered. “Though now staby, stab, stab to the beakety beak face makes a lot more sense.”

It had felt satisfying to picture himself mashing food in Oswald’s face the way the monsters wielded their hatchets in horror movies, but later, when he’d really had time to think about it, he’d realized that he’d been picturing the smiling feathered hood of the Oswald costume, not the person inside of it. It was the exact same thing he was upset about them doing to him. That and Daddy’s encouragement had been the real reason he’d been able to approach the showrunners and writers about how unhappy he was, and work with them to help create a change he couldn’t wait to be part of.

And not more villains, either. Instead, they’d decided to highlight the misconceptions about scary creatures and help dispel them with facts and brightly colored puppets, so that maybe the kids could start seeing the beauty in all things and not just the ones that resembled their favorite stuffed animals.

“You are doing such a good job,” Daddy murmured as he danced his fingertips along the edge of Zachy’s shoulder. “Daddy’s cock is as warm and toasty as it would be if it was stuffed inside your ass.”

Whining, Zachy shivered and bobbed, adjusting his position a little.

“It’s not going to be easy for him to change position in thirty seconds, if he’d got to prep himself,” Cooper said. “You’re not exactly small, even if you have been fucking him on the regular.”

“You’re right,” Daddy said, chuckling and once again making Zachy whine as Daddy’s cock twitched in his mouth. He really wanted to suck it and drive Daddy out of his mind, but this was a punishment, not sexy times. Not yet. “That’s a hell of a conundrum now isn’t it.”

“Pretty much,” Cooper offered.

“So, what are we going to do about it?” Daddy asked. “Seeing as how I can’t really move from where I am and Zachy is definitely occupied at the moment, I guess it just leaves you to solve it for us.”

Zachy longed to chant yes, yes, yes, as well as offer some suggestions on just what Cooper could do to make it easier for him when it was time to make the transition. Too bad his mouth was stuffed full. He tried whining again, to let them see how eager he was, but Daddy stroked his cheek, his voice stern when he spoke.

“Cock warmers are supposed to be silent unless they are on vibration mode, which I have most certainly not set you at this evening.”

Zachy went silent and still, back to his original position, while the murmurs above him grew dim again, only this time Zachy knew it was because they were whispering. He felt the couch dip a little, then Cooper’s legs disappeared from view.

Cooper’s hands caressed the globes of Zachy’s ass, then leaned in to lick a stripe up his spine, making him shiver and Daddy groan at the sensation it produced when Zachy choked back a moan.

When Cooper turned him loose, Zachy was disappointed, but Daddy was still stroking his hair and cheek, and waiting was fun. The anticipation, like when the jump scares came, was more than worth the effort it took to be patient. The first touch of Cooper’s lube covered finger at his hole came as a shock that made him flinch. Cooper ran a warm palm over the small of his back as he circled his pucker, taking his time while Zachy quivered and focused on remaining silent for Daddy.

“Look at the way he responds to you, he’s quivering, and you’ve barely gotten started,” Daddy murmured. “He’s missed your touch, even when he’s had mine.”

Cooper moaned and nipped the globe of Zacky’s ass, making him clench while his breathing picked up, silence getting harder and harder to maintain. He’d do it though, ‘cause he was a really good boy. Daddy told him that every day. Maybe Cooper would tell him too, if he could stay still and quiet between them.

So hard when Cooper pressed a finger inside of him and gently started working him open, so Zachy tried to focus on Daddy’s hand in his hair and how good it felt to have his head stroked, especially after Daddy had seen to it that his hair wouldn’t be braided so tight again. Zachy had been so shy with the new hairdresser, a stern looking older woman who’d given off major angry grandma vibes. The moment Daddy had met her, he’d guessed exactly why Zachy hadn’t spoken up, especially after the recent incidents he’d experienced with grandmothers and their grandchildren at the shows.

He'd politely introduced himself and oh… ohhhh fuck…. a whine got stuck in his throat and competed with a moan, both of them trying to escape, but Zachy didn’t let them. He pictured the hairdresser’s face instead, her pinched frown, her impatience when Zachy hadn’t immediately sat in the chair to have his hair done and had instead remained firmly pressed to his Daddy’s side.

When Daddy explained that Zachy had been having headaches because of how tight she’d been braiding his hair, her eyes had widened, and that annoyed look had twisted into one of horror and instant regret. She’d begun apologizing profusely and promised to be gentler, asking him to please speak up if she pulled the strands too tight again. She was still trying to get a feel for how tight the braids needed to be to keep the strands from poking out from beneath his cowl. She’d started putting in fewer too, and little elastics, because Zachy’s hair was just so wispy and fine that it slipped the braids if it wasn’t as tight as she’d been making it. She’d been right too, they’d tried it looser, and she’d had to redo it between takes, but instead of pulling as tight as she had before she’d looked for solutions, ones that had led to Zachy’s last week before break being completely headache free. All ‘cause of Daddy.

Cooper’s tongue joined his fingers and jolted Zachy right back to the present and the way his body ached to be filled.

He was a good boy, good boy, good boy. Daddy hadn’t put him on vibrate, so he was gonna breathe, breathe, breathe and not make a peep. He couldn’t slow his breathing down though and Daddy’s fingers had gone from petting to gripping, his breathing loud he groaned above him. Cooper chuckled against his skin, making him clench around his digits and pull off Daddy’s cock with a panting sob.

“Thirty…seconds!” Daddy barked, already sounding wrecked.

Scrambling, Zachy clamored to his feet and was instantly steadied by Cooper, who turned him and held him steady while he positioned himself over Daddy’s condom covered cock. The moment it started stretching him he wanted to bounce. But he hadn’t been set for bounce any more than he’d been set for vibrate so he was gonna be a good, silent boy, just like Daddy wanted.

Eyes closing, he let them roll back beneath the lids as he came to rest on Daddy’s lap, legs spread wide as his head fell back to rest on Daddy’s shoulders.

“Daddy’s boy is the best cockwarmer ever,” Daddy murmured in his ear, his hands stroking Zachy’s chest, fingernails occasionally raking over a nipple.

Zachy bit his lip, refusing to let a cry or a whimper slip free as Daddy’s hands settled on his hips and rocked him just enough that Zachy saw stars. Daddy’s fingers collected the precum that welled up from his cock, but when he opened his eyes to watch, what he saw blew his mind even more, as Cooper knelt with his mouth open while Daddy offered his fingers, and Cooper licked them clean.

A gasp did escape then. He was only human and that was so fuckin’ hot. His breathing came in harsh pants, thighs quivering until Daddy pushed them closed and held him still, the tickle of his whiskers on Zachy’s shoulder making him mew.

“You’ve got five minutes left in your punishment,” Daddy growled in your ear. “I want you to stay just like this, while Cooper gets another taste of you like he’s longing to do.”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” Zachy moaned.

“Good boy, now back on silent mode.”

Silent mode meant now, which meant he didn’t have to reply in acknowledgement, he just had to do as he’d been told. Lips clamped together, he choked back every plea he wanted to make when Cooper wrapped his lips around him and slowly started pleasuring him while Daddy’s fingers tweaked his nibbles, making him clench around Daddy’s length. Daddy’s groans were loud in Zachy’s ear, his breath and whiskers tickling Zachy’s shoulder and cheek. Everything melted into a hot loop of sensation as they teased him until five minutes felt like five hundred thousand explosive years!

Cooper’s mouth popped off him, taking all that warm, wet suction away, then Zachy was falling forward, onto his hands and knees, Daddy’s cock never leaving his body as he took him to the ground with a growling grunt. When Daddy snapped his hips, Zachy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out.

“Now you can be as loud as you want,” Daddy declared, thrusting into him again. “In fact, I insist upon it.”

Not only did he insist with words, he insisted with his cock, which hit that magical spot inside of him that made everything hot and floaty. Zachy whimpering, trying to rock his hips back to meet Daddy’s thrusts only to feel them tighten hard enough to bruise. Daddy didn’t believe in fast, but he did believe in hard, deep and a little bit rough.

Moaning, Zachy gave in to the rolling bursts of pleasure and pinpricks of pain that rippled through him, especially when Daddy reached beneath him, found a nipple and pinched. It felt like getting zapped, every nerve ending on high alert, extra sensitive to the smallest sensation. He clenched, crying out, whining because the drag of Daddy pulling out despite the sudden tightness of his body heightened every sensation even more.

Zachy reached back and hooked an arm around Daddy’s neck, their bodies rocking together until Daddy finished and filled the condom. Zachy was so close, then Daddy pinched his nipple, twisting and sending him flying right out of his head.