"Yeah baby, take daddy's cock, oh fuck yeah," he growls into my ear. He's not really my daddy, but he's been the best father to me since I came to live with him last year.
I love this position. He's got his back up against the wall, my arms around his neck, his hands on my ass. My legs are wrapped around his tummy. He lifts me and then drops me down onto his cock. He'd catch me before I took all of it, otherwise it would hurt. I had worked up to about three quarters of his 9-inch cock. Anymore would have broken me.
If you saw us together you'd probably worry for me. He's a good 8 inches taller and has a toned body covered in thick muscles with a dusting of light blonde fur. But he knew my body. He knew what my 16-year-old 5'6, 110lb. frame could handle.
I buried my head into his hard shoulder, inhaling his mixture of sweat and expensive cologne. He leaned down and bit softly on my ear; my hard six-inch cock rubbed against his tummy as he lifted and dropped me.
"Fuck me daddy," I whined into his chest, "Mmmmffffckkkk." I was delirious from the heat waves making their way from my asshole to my head. I felt so light. I clenched my hole around his cock, which had already stretched me to my limit.
His thick, round, uncut cockhead kept rubbing against my spot; that single spot inside me that I can never reach on my own. It kept me rock hard during the anal assault. It also made me want to bite into his shoulder. He didn't mind being marked a little.
I don't know why but when he fucks me really hard it makes me want to bite. Luckily he doesn't mind and I've left a few purple patches on his chest and shoulder before. I was working up a good one tonight; my tongue, lips and teeth finding that soft spot just above his nipple, working deep into his hard pec. It's all I can do to stand the deep sensations his cock sends into me.
"Oh fuck that hurts," he laughed. But I knew he liked it because he sped up and drove deeper into me. "Yeah take Daddy's cock. You like that baby?"
"Mmmffff," I agreed with my mouth full of hard nipple. "Fuccckkkk." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head and then began a little nibble of his own on my ear.
"Daddy's gonna cum soon, bury his seed inside his baby." He growled.
I was already there, his cock always pushed my cum out and I could feel it crawling up my shaft as it bumped along his six-pack. A few more thrusts and I knew I'd be there.
"Can I cum daddy?" I knew better than to finish without permission, though I had little choice in the matter as my hands were securely around his neck.
"Oh yeah baby, cum for daddy, cum on daddy's tummy." It was a trigger and it sent me over the edge as my cock tensed up and began to spray a days worth of cum, which is a lot for a sixteen-year-old, all over his chest. A few drops made their way up and hit me in the chin. It was warm from all the heat we'd generated.
I let loose with a muffled "UHHHHH" into his chest.
It was enough to clench my hole tightly against his shaft and he pressed me hard into his chest as his body began to release his seed inside me. He was holding my hips now and piston fucking me fast. His cock vibrated inside me as I was filled with a warm liquid center.
"UHHHHHH" he growled into my ear, "OHHHH FUCK YEAH BABY!" He stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it clutching me to his chest. My back hit the comforter and he almost crushed me into it but had his elbows out for support. He laid on top of me for a good minute recovering as we panted like dogs in a locked car.
Finally he rose off of me and moved down to kiss me, still holding his cock inside me. I felt a little of his juice run down my cheeks as his tongue worked its way past my lips.
"So beautiful," he said when he finished the kiss. His deep green eyes stared down at me with smiling lips. I'd do anything to earn that look. I knew he was proud of me for taking his cock so deep inside me. We'd been working on it for awhile.
Daddy rolled over onto his back and pulled me onto his chest, I settled into his arms and quickly fell asleep.
When I woke up there was a warm spray of water and daddy was holding me up and sliding a soapy washcloth over my chest.
"Almost clean baby," he said and poured a little shampoo over my blonde head.
He finished cleaning me and then grabbed two fresh towels out of the closet and wrapped one around me. I helped him dry me and then went to slide into a clean blue jock. Daddy usually slept naked so he finished drying off and then turned out the lights and we snuggled into the bed. I was out before he reached over for the last lamp, my head against his side. I felt him move me onto his chest as the night slipped away.
Daddy's alarm always goes off at 5:30am on weekdays. He lifts my head off his chest and rests it against a pillow and then pulls the covers up over me. Most days I don't even wake up. He gets out of bed and heads down to the gym where Michael waits for him, dressed and ready to workout.
They do the same routine, race on the treadmills to see who gets to five miles the fastest (Daddy usually does it in 45 minutes and Michael in 47). Then they go through weight routines then pushups, situps and a cool down. Daddy comes back upstairs and wakes me up by 7. We take a shower together and get dressed.
By the time we make it down to the kitchen, Michael has breakfast ready and serves us at the breakfast table. He pours Daddy coffee and has a cold glass of juice for me and then goes and eats at the counter.
It had been this way since Michael moved in with us 3 months ago. Daddy, the most successful investor in our city, had been his mentor and boy did he need a mentor! Daddy didn't really like having him here, but with his business growing he needed someone to take care of the house and run errands and occasionally pick me up from school. The house was a lot cleaner and I always had clean and professionally folded clothes so I didn't complain.
Michael had been begging for it for months. At 29 he wasn't doing much with his life. He had a good job as an accountant and a nice townhouse down in the gay district, but he was getting a little chunky, single, without a lot of friends. He wanted discipline, fitness; a good life. He knew he didn't have the power to do it on his own. He paid rent every month and kept the house clean. He cooked the meals and dropped what he was doing at work when Daddy called him.
He knew his purpose here. He had lost his extra weight and put on muscles. He was getting rest and sticking to his schedule. His shaved blonde hair and pale green eyes seemed to shine against his now toned and tanned hardbody.
Daddy had madeover his life and it was showing. He even got a good promotion at work which made his rent go up another three hundred a month. The way he slobbered over every little command Daddy gave him, he probably would have been happy signing over his check.
It's not like we have a dungeon or anything, we're not S&M kinda people. But Michael knows that if he lets Daddy down there will be consequences. He'd suffered them a few times. I wasn't sure what they were, Daddy kept me out of that stuff. I only knew that when he and Michael were behind closed doors there wasn't a lot of fun going on back there.
Daddy had a well-run house. That's why my mom had sent me to live with him. He wasn't my real dad, but I'd never known that guy. He'd grown up with my mom and was the only person who didn't dismiss her when she ran off to New Orleans and got pregnant.
He was down there for my birth and even helped pay her medical expenses. She gave me his last name as a show of gratitude. I'm Alix Tausen. I didn't see him much growing up but he always sent gifts for my birthday and Christmas and money when my mom called him.
So last year when mom hooked up with loser boyfriend number 12 and decided to get married, she figured a fifteen year old gay kid wouldn't fit so well into the new trailer. David Tausen drove down to pick me up and told me it had been his idea. I know that wasn't true, but he'd always done his best to protect me from her. He was the only daddy I knew. Mom signed a few papers his lawyer had made up and I'd never heard from her since. David wanted me; he made his life fit me. He was a good daddy.
In 13 days, I will have been here for a year. But today isn't a happy day. After Daddy drops me off at school he's going to Dallas for business. He's traveled before for business but usually scheduled it when I was off from school. Now he felt Michael could take care of me so he was going to try us out for a few days. He'd left plenty of instructions, but we hadn't been apart since the day he picked me up from my mom.
Apart from dreading going home to a house without daddy, it was a regular school day. Michael even packed an extra apple in my lunch, but I wasn't feeling hungry. At 4:30 he was waiting for me in front of the school. His Audi was the first in the pickup line. He must have been waiting for an hour, but that's how he was trained. He knew I'd mention it to daddy and that would probably earn him praise.
I didn't usually talk to Michael, but the ten minute drive home needed conversation and he tried to ask about my day and what I learned and everything else people who are uncomfortable with kids try to say.
At 16, I'm not exactly a kid. I don't drive or anything but I'm a pretty normal 16 yr old. I'm a little too short and a lot too skinny to actually look 16, but I'm smart enough to be number 2 in my class. Number 1 is a weird asian kid so he really shouldn't count. I think he gets beaten for any grade less than perfect.
We got home and Michael tried to keep me on my regular schedule.
"Maybe you'd like to do your workout outside today, Alix?"
"Ok," I sighed and got up from the couch. Usually I'd be happy to change into gym shorts and run. I mostly did it to waste time. Daddy usually dropped me off at home and then went back to the office for an hour or two.
We ran along the trail that runs behind our cul-de-sac. It went for almost twelve miles along the bayou with little bridges every mile to criss-cross it. It was a good way to keep up how many miles you had done. I usually did two bridges and then turned back. It was about five miles. This would be ten miles for Michael, but he kept up. He knew better than to leave me alone. Nothing would happen, our whole neighborhood is super gated but if I even got a scratch he'd probably end up with a bruise.
By the time I was back and showered, Michael had quickly showered, changed, and was making dinner. He grilled some tuna and put it on a bed of fresh spinach leaves. We're super healthy in our house.
I was just settling in to bed for the night, flipping tv channels and wondering when Daddy would call when Michael knocked on the door. He came in with a big smile and said someone wanted to say hi to me. He took a laptop from behind his back and Daddy was there, on webcam. He came over and set the laptop down on the bed so I could see.
Daddy was shirtless, sitting up on a bed in his hotel room with the computer in his lap. I started to tear up when I saw him. It hit me how far away he was.
"Ali, (He's the only one who calls me that, to everyone else I'm Alex) don't cry baby, daddy will be home soon. How was your day? Is Michael taking good care of you?"
I told him about my day, making sure to include the special things Michael did. Hey, he was doing his best and I knew he wanted Daddy to be proud of him. Though to Michael daddy was "Mr. Tausen."
I looked down at Michael who was standing next to the bed watching the screen intently. Our eyes met for a second before he lowered them. He never looked at me directly, but his quick gaze sent a mix of emotions; jealousy mixed with pride in a job well done.
" What do you have on under those covers?" Daddy asked, now smiling since I'd calmed down.
I lifted the covers and got up on my knees so he could see the soft gray jockstrap I had on. It was the one with a little skull and crossbones on the pouch. He'd picked out a variety of them last time we were down in New Orleans.
"Oh fuck that's adorable," Daddy grinned and rubbed his hand over the pair of boxers he had on. Even Michael was looking with a smile.
"Show me the back baby," he said. I turned towards the headboard and bent down to put my face near the pillow then spread my knees a little to give him a full view of my hole.
"Oh yeah that's hot. You feel up to playing baby?" Daddy asked.
"Yes sir," I lowered my head to look back between my legs and give him a smile.
"Mmm I want that hole. That's MY boyhole. See that Michael? You ever see a hole that nice?"
"No sir, Alix has the best I've seen." Michael said with sincerity.
"You think you've earned the privilege of eating MY boyhole, Michael?"
"No sir, Never sir. I don't deserve such an honor. Alix is worthy of much better." Michael was licking his lips. He may have wanted the hole before but now it was a carrot daddy was dangling for him. Had he earned it? Now he had to have it.
"Well that's true Michael, but you did do a good job today and Alix looks well cared for." I gave my ass a little wiggle. It hadn't had attention since the night before.
Daddy laughed but then got serious. "Ok Michael, get naked, I take it you washed up like I told you to. Your worthless ass better at least be clean if you're getting near my boy. Ali, go ahead and flip back over and sit down."
"Y-Y-Yes sir," Michael stammered a little. I think this was the closest he'd gotten to anything sexual in a long time. He shucked his t-shirt and then his shorts and stood next to the bed in a small pair of tight blue boxers. His tight chest was looking so much better since he had been working out with Daddy. The transformation was amazing. If I didn't know what a pussy he was I would have thought he looked like a frat guy.
"Ok, get on your stomach on the bed and crawl towards Ali, start working on those feet, kiss them and taste them, maybe you can work your way up his legs. If he decides he wants you to then you can work on his hole."
Michael laid flat against the covers and took my right foot in his hand. He kissed the big toe and tickled it a little against his clenched teeth. I wiggled a little and smiled. Michael slipped his tongue out and begin to slowly open his lips, pushing my toe into his mouth. He sucked on it gently, staring up at me with those green eyes. He was doing his best to gauge my pleasure, so careful to make it feel pleasing.
"Mmm," I laid my head back against the pillow. He'd hit a special spot on the bottom of my feet with his chin. He rubbed it slowly, sensing my pleasure. He could see I was getting aroused so he continued, adding slight pressure to my feet.
"Ahhh," I started breathing a little heavier. I have a few spots on my body that get me hard and that was one of them. Michael used his fingers to massage my foot, putting pressure on all the right spots. I bet daddy taught him this, it was almost how daddy did it.
"Oh yeah," I heard daddy's voice from the computer and I looked up. He had his cock out of the fly of his boxers and was slowly working it up. I wanted that cock. It wasn't fair for him to show it to me when I couldn't taste it our touch it or feel it inside me. Totally unfair!
Michael began to work his lips up my leg while holding on to my feet and rubbing them in slow hard circles. He made small kisses up the inside of my left leg, hitting a few tickle spots. That got a giggle and a "nice" from computer daddy.
"Work on that spot behind his knees," Daddy said. Michael lifted my leg slightly and kissed his way around eliciting squirms and protests from me. Computer daddy laughed, "That's my baby."
Michael smiled up at me. He kissed his way slowly up my thigh, hitting another spot that made me go, "ahhhh." He knew he was doing a good job and getting close. I wanted him to eat my hole, but I also felt a little conflicted. Part of me thought this should be considered cheating. But Michael was doing everything daddy coached him to do. I knew it would make daddy happy if I got off. I began to ease up. This was an ok thing to do and we'd all feel good.
"Ali? Baby?" Daddy's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "You want Michael to work on that hole for you?"
I nodded, "Yes sir, please." I looked through the screen and met his eyes. He was definitely comfortable with this.
"Ok baby, lift those legs up and scooch that butt down so he can get in there. Michael, you better ask before you do anything." Michael looks up at me from between my legs. He had a hint of the bad boy he must have been in his early 20's. He hadn't always been a loser. I'm sure he'd eaten many a boy's hole. But he knew to show me the highest respect.
"Alix, sir, can I please put my tongue in you?" his voice begged and his eyes pleaded. He knew that me being happy with him was a way for him to stay in the house, earn a place here. If I'd wanted him gone Daddy would have his things out on the lawn in a matter of minutes. He'd probably make Michael carry them out himself.
"Why? You think you deserve it Michael?" Computer daddy growled from behind him using that tone that sent shivers through both Michael and me. "You're a disgusting little asshole and you want to eat MY boyhole? That's no way to beg for it."
"Please Alix? Please let me eat your hole. I know I could never deserve it. You're a beautiful and perfect boy Alix, sir, but it would be my honor to service you." Michael looked at me with pleading eyes that reflected a dog dying for a treat he would never have.
"Ok, you can try," I said, blushing a little from the feeling of power I had over him. I wasn't truly comfortable with it but I wanted to make daddy proud.
"Thank you Alix, sir, thank you," Michael kissed the inside of my thigh, brushing it with his chin. I shivered a little bit. As low as he was in our house, Michael was still a big hunk of warm-blooded male and my body reacted quite well to his touch.
With that I leaned back a little and scooted forward, raising my legs up and securing them behind my arms. I probably looked like a crab but it put my hole on display. At 16 I was one limber little fuck.
Michael lowered his head down and softly kissed at my ass. He slipped his tongue out and began to lap slow circles around it. I laid my head back against the pillow and began to moan. He was so gentle, so afraid to mess up. This wasn't going to be sloppy. My pleasure was his only concern. The tongue swirled around, leaving sensitive shivers in it's wake. I felt my cock growing, straining against the pouch.
"Get in there and work that hole, he likes it a little rough," Daddy encouraged Michael. "Yeah, that's it, don't be afraid of it."
I squirmed as Michael sped up his gentle lapping and began to work his tongue inside of me. I put my hands on the back of his head and pushed him into it, "ahhhhhhmmmmffffkkkk" I mumbled, delirious with pleasure.
Michael stepped it up a bit and shoved his tongue into me, working it in slow circles. Fuck it felt amazing. He obviously had some experience in boy pleasing. My cock was twitching every time his tongue ran over a sensitive spot.
"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy, squirm on that tongue Ali, squirm for daddy," computer daddy was wanking his cock faster now, leaning in to get the best view. I pushed Michael's head deep into me, he didn't object, he wouldn't.
"Oh fuck that boy pussy, fuck that tongue inside my boy's hole. Yeah, work that tongue." Computer daddy was getting worked up. I loved how intently he stared into my eyes through the screen. I squirmed on Michael's tongue as it finally worked in far enough to find my spot. He was hitting it full on now, his lips parted, his teeth grazing my hole, reaching as far as he could, breathing heavy through his nose.
"Oh that pussy's ready to be fucked," computer daddy announced. "You ready for some cock baby?"
My eyes snapped open with alarm and I looked at the screen quizzically. Was he really going to have Michael fuck me? I didn't want that. My hole was his to do with as he pleased but I'd never had another cock in there and it wasn't something I wanted. I shook my head pleadingly.
"Oh no Ali," daddy laughed, sending my hesitation, "Don't worry baby, that hole is for me and me alone. I wouldn't put a dirty little bastard prick in there. But I thought he could help you with your toys... if you want that baby?"
Michael lifted his head away from my hole and looked back at the computer screen to make sure Daddy was happy with him. He was panting heavily.
"Yes sir," I smiled, biting my lip, slightly embarrassed by my toy chest being shown to other people.
"Ok honey, why don't you pick out a toy and Michael can help you with it," daddy suggested. I crawled over to the other side of the bed and slid open the toy drawer. There were three of those "real skin" cocks of different sizes. I had two plugs and a vibrator along with lots of condoms (to keep the toys clean) and several kinds of lube (some are better for toys, some are better for real fucking).
I picked out the medium sized "real skin" and held it up to wait for daddy's approval.
"No baby, I want you nice and tight when I get back, let's go with the smaller one." He likes to start with that one since it's about the same size as my cock, six inches and not very thick.
I handed it to Michael to get ready while I went back to lie on my tummy, facing the screen. Michael rolled a condom over it and got it lubed up while I talked to daddy.
"You'll be home the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes baby, hopefully in time to get you from school. If I can finish up business here I'll head back sooner. I can't wait to hold you."
"Yeah?" I smiled, "For reals?"
"Yes," he laughed, "for reals. You better be ready for me to tear into that baby bottom."
I laid back against the pillows when Michael had the cock ready. He was sitting up on his knees holding it, waiting patiently.
"You better be fucking gentle with that hole or I'll find something huge and unpleasant for your hole when I get home!" Daddy cautioned.
"Yes sir, of course sir! I'd never hurt your boy sir." Michael chirped, stunned that he'd needed such a harsh warning. He was on my right side as I put my legs back behind my arms to present my hole.
"Stay on the side of him, I want to watch everything. I'll tell you how he likes it. Work it in slowly," daddy said and Michael begin to rub the tip of the cock against my entrance. "That's it, give a little kiss to his package here. Michael placed his lips against the jock pouch and ran his lips over my pole.
He pushed the tip in slightly, just a centimeter. It barely parted the hole. He was going to do this very slowly. I pushed out on my hole, ready to embrace it. "Fuck me," I begged.
"Yeah, that's my cock hungry baby, You miss Daddy's cock?"
"Yes sir, please fuck me," I whined, Michael began to push into me, keeping his lips along the outline of my cock.
"Get his cock out of the pouch, You can suck on him, he never gets that from me. Maybe he'll like it," daddy suggested. Michael used his teeth to move the fabric of the jock up and over my cock. It sprang free and stood straight up at attention.
"Yeah fucker, suck my baby's cock." Daddy encouraged. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared completely down his throat.
"OOOHHHHH FUCCCKKKK," I screamed. I'd never felt that before. Daddy rarely sucked on my cock, that wasn't something daddy's do. He ate my hole all the time but real daddy's know that a boys pleasure comes from his hole. But this felt good too.
Michael used the distraction of the sucking to slip the cock inside me. When I looked down to see his mouth full of my cock, his nose buried in my shaved pubes I noticed the cock was all the way inside me. I felt the "real skin" balls push against my ass as the cock was fully inside me.
Michael began to work my cock in alternate to my hole. My cock disappeared into his mouth as the fake cock pulled out of my ass. Then he shoved the fake cock back in and came up on my cock. The alternating pleasure of prostate and cock massage was enough to send me over the edge quickly.
"Uhhhfffuccckkkk, can I come daddy? Please daddy?" I begged and whined, my hand pushing Michael's head down onto my cock. "Please daddyyyyyyyyy?"
"Oh yeah, you can shoot, shoot in his mouth. Take my boy's seed but don't swallow it. Take every drop in that cunt mouth," Daddy growled, wanking his cock furiously while he watched his boy and slutslave working for him.
Michael looked up at me and I began to buck my hips, firing several rounds of hot boy seed into his mouth. "OoOHhh Fuckkkkk yeah!" I yelled.
"Yeah baby, come for daddy, come in that bitch mouth, use it." Daddy growled, "Oh daddy's going to come too."
Michael twisted his neck trying to see the screen while holding my spasming cock in his mouth. He'd probably never seen this before and he was jealous for Daddy's seed.
"Oohhhh fuck baby, here it comes," Daddy shot a huge wad up onto his chest, it pooled between his pecs and coated his chest hair.
"Oh fuck yeah," Daddy yelled out, keeping his eyes staring directly into mine. "Oh that's daddy's boy, good boy." He praised.
"Show me that cum in your mouth Michael, show me what you worked for," daddy ordered. Michael pulled off my cock and gently pulled out the fake cock. He crawled over to the computer and opened his mouth, sticking out his cum coated tongue.
"Yeah, you liked that Michael?" daddy asked.
Michael nodded his head and tried to say "yes sir" but it came out muffled.
"You going to swallow that load?" daddy asked.
"Yes sir, if you let me," Michael mumbled with a mouth full of cum.
"Ok, you can swallow it, you did a decent job, baby looks happy," daddy assured.
Michael made a big "gump" sound and then stuck out his now clean tongue. "Thank you sir, Alix' seed is most delicious sir."
"Good boy," daddy said. It was the best compliment he could give Michael.
"Ok you two get in the shower and then put on pajamas, it's almost Ali's bedtime." Daddy said. Michael stood up on the floor and offered me his hand.
"I'll go take a shower and then come back here to tuck Ali in for the night." Daddy stood up and used his boxers to wipe cum off his chest. "You better wash these when I get back!"
Michael led me into the bathroom. He'd never used our bathroom. He had the guest one down the hall that he kept spotless and only used when we weren't around, otherwise he used the workman's bathroom down in the garage.
Michael went and turned on the shower and then stood there until the temperature was right. He got in and then invited me in.
"May I wash you Alix?" he asked. I consented and he lathered up the washcloth and gently ran it over my body, washing away the sweat and leftover cum from our playtime. I looked down at his hard cock. He hadn't cum.
"Are you going to cum?" I asked him.
"Oh, I didn't get permission. I didn't want to push it. Mr. Tausen has never let me do this much. I don't feel right asking for something like that. When he thinks I've earned it he'll let me."
I gave him a weird look, "Why are you like that?"
Michael hung his head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Mr. Tausen doesn't want you exposed to our situation. Please don't tell him."
"I... I won't. I just think it's weird. You're a pretty cute guy, you've worked so much on your body, you could go out and get laid pretty easily."
"Thank you Alix," Michael blushed, "But I wouldn't be this way without control and discipline. I don't want to go back out on my own. Maybe someday Mr. Tausen will find me an owner who has control and discipline but also wants me sexually. But Mr. Tausen has you, what more could he want?"
"He's a good daddy," I agreed as Michael began to work the soap into my armpits and then my ass. He gently worked a soapy finger into me. He was doing full service cleaning.
"He's an excellent daddy! He loves you so much." Michael knelt down to rub the washcloth around my nuts, gently massaging them. He took extra care with my cock and then stood to work shampoo into my hair.
We toweled off and then I slid into a fresh jock, a green camo swimmer's jock (very thin straps and waistband). By the time I crawled back under the covers daddy was there and waiting. He was resting on his bed covered in a thick white robe. Michael had gone to his room for fresh boxers.
"There's my boy. All ready for dreamland?"
"Yes sir." I nodded with a smile. In all truthfulness I was getting very sleepy.
"Good, I want Michael to stay there and sleep in the bed. I know how hard it is for you to even nap without a man to sleep on. Do you want him to lay with you and hold you? You can kick him out if you get annoyed. I don't know if he snores or anything but he can't be worse than me," Daddy joked.
"Ok," I shrugged. I need a heartbeat to rest my head against, Michael would do if daddy couldn't be there.
"Good good." Daddy smiled. Michael came back into the room and looked at us.
"Is there anything else sir?" Michael asked, his hands folded behind his proud chest.
"Well, Ali doesn't like to sleep alone. Would you like to sleep in my bed and hold him?" daddy asked.
"I... I... Yes sir! I..." Michael looked like he could have cried then. "I'd be honored sir."
"Now playtime is over, you don't touch his ass or cock. He likes to put his head on my chest and have his back rubbed. You will keep it up until he falls asleep. If he wakes up and wants you gone then you go back to your bed. Got it?" daddy asked.
"Yes sir, of course sir!" Michael went to turn off the main lights and then slid into the bed next to me and put his legs under the covers. He laid back against the pillow on his back and invited me to put my head on his chest.
His warm arm slid around my back as I snuggled into his chest. Daddy watched us through the computer.
"Is the alarm set? And all the doors are locked?" Daddy asked.
"Oh yes sir, I made sure to do that when we came back from our run since we wouldn't need to leave the house again." Michael assured.
"Good, I'll check the alarms from the computer before I get to sleep,"
With that, the night was coming to a close. Only the soft glow of the side table lamp was on. I stared at daddy from my vantage on Michael's chest.
His heart thumped lightly against my ear. It was very soothing. His hand made slow intent circles around my back.
"Yeah, sleepy baby," Daddy whispered, "sleeeepy boy."
I blinked a few times and then sleep overcame me.
The alarm went off seven hours later at 5:30. Michael would stick to his routine. Daddy had obviously given him good instructions because he quickly silenced it without moving my head. He lifted it gently and placed a pillow under it.
Before I knew it Michael was back and it was 7:00am. He gently rubbed my shoulder, afraid to wake me harshly. Daddy usually gave kisses but Michael wasn't allowed.
"I have your breakfast Alix, Morning sweetness," he tried to sound fatherly. It was almost funny.
I got cleaned up and dressed for school and then headed down for breakfast. Michael joined me at the table for the first time. It was weird to see him sit down.
"I'm supposed to eat with you until Mr. Tausen comes home." He assured me.
I appreciated daddy setting things up to be as normal as possible for me while he was gone. But I really wanted him home.