Daddy's Boy

“Umf! Well you didn't get a lick amiss, I reckon. You been into some other audaxious mischief when I wasn't around, like enough.”

Then her conscience reproached her, and she yearned to say something kind and loving; but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been wrong, and discipline forbade that. So she kept silence, and went about her affairs with a troubled heart.”

Riley read the words aloud from the worn book to his man-child son, both of them enjoying the normal nightly ritual. It was a time of bonding and separating the roles each one played during the daylight hours to the one that sustained them. Each weeknight Riley would give Douglas fifteen minutes after his appointed bedtime to wash up, brush his teeth and dress in his warm flannel jammies before joining him for story time.

There were occasions when the anticipation of being with his son became overwhelming and Riley would arrive with his book in hand a few minutes early. This had been one of those nights; the day had been excessively long, filled with meetings about deadlines and negotiating prices. All very necessary evils for a man who was branching out with a trusted friend to launch his own line of designer fabrics. The tediousness of the task had been repeated each day throughout the week, however this day had been the hardest to deal with. That was due in part to the one who was resting against Riley's side intently listening to the story while tucked warmly under the sky blue comforter.

Riley worried all day about his boy to the point of distraction, certainly not for his safety because Douglas was perfectly capable of physically taking care of himself. As he read the above passage his cheek rubbed against the short hairs surrounding Douglas's ear. The prickly softness of the crew cut reminding him of the first time he laid eyes on his self professed son. Ten years had passed and yet except for being slightly longer on top the hairstyle is basically the same.

'Once a soldier, always a soldier' Riley thought to himself as he remembered the young man he had met ten short years ago. At the time it was hard for him to believe Douglas was old enough to be sitting at the bar, none the less serving his country as a US Marine. The two nights Riley spent watching Baseball on the TV in the lounge of that New Orleans hotel were of no consequence to the man – at least that is what he assumed.

The young Douglas was engaging and seemed to be unimpressed or unaware of who Riley was. There was no star-struck worship coming from the boy, just an easy light conversation which the renowned designer enjoyed. Their talking mostly centered around the sporting events being broadcast with very little personal information being exchanged. Occasionally a tidbit would slip in and it was at those times when Riley would see a roughness in the boys eyes that just seemed so out of place. It was as if the boy was wise beyond his years and mature to the point of being socially inept.

If Riley was being completely honest with himself he would freely admit the appeal of spending time with Douglas centered solely around his boyish appearance. And even though he was very sure of Douglas's sexual orientation there was no overtures made. Not that Riley had not considered the boy for a tryst, it just didn't seem right to him almost as if he would be robbing the child of his innocence.

It was only out of courtesy that Riley suggested exchanging contact information with him- for he was was nothing if not refined. However upon leaving the city the following day he had no conscience thought of ever contacting the young man. A little over a year later the security of the free world was threatened. Men and women were risking their lives to keep others free and while looking through his list of contacts Douglas's email caught Riley's attention.

All he had planned on doing was wishing the soldier his prayer of safety, let him know how proud he was to have made the acquaintance of a young man who served his country so gallantly. Douglas answered his email with a simple 'Thank You Sir' and nothing more. Riley was tempted to let it go, thinking perhaps the boy did not even remember meeting the man who was twenty-two years his senior, but instead typed out another reply asking if he was to be deployed. From that correspondence a rapport was established and Riley learned more about the frightened man-child then he could have dreamed possible.

His father abandoning them to live in poverty, his need to take over the role of man of the house only to have his efforts pushed aside when his services were no longer needed. His retreat from peers due to both responsibilities as well as being ostracized for not fitting in. The struggle the boy had with his own feelings of shame due to his sexual orientation. And the debasement he was suffering at the hands of an abusive Dominant.

To top it all off he was living under the military regime of 'Don't ask, Don't tell' which was nothing more then a modern day 'Separate but Equal' philosophy. A way of letting prejudice and bigotry continue behind a wall of impartiality while attempting to appear tolerant. For the most part it was a beginning of the end to homosexual discrimination in the military as we now know it. However at that point in time, the practice of turning a blind eye provided higher ranking officers with a shelter to abuse their power.

It left the boy not only afraid of being dishonorably discharged should anyone find out his sexual orientation, he was also fearful of the Colonel's response. Douglas wasn't exactly sure how the married officer would handle being outed for homosexual fraternization. Through what had become almost daily e-mails Riley soon came to understand that Douglas was in a loose – loose situation that tore apart his dignity and fragile self-esteem.

It had taken time, patience and consistency on Riley's part to prove he was not only trustworthy but also invested in the boys welfare. He had just about gotten Douglas to the point where a request for transfer back state-side seemed the best option when the boy volunteered for extended duty.

It would not do Riley justice to simply say he was upset over the action, he was incensed. Not because the young man did not heed his advice, more that he seemed determine to keep himself in harms way. And at that point in time Riley was concerned that Douglas was suicidal and looking for an honorable means to an end.

The older man made it a point to keep the contact with the headstrong younger one with greater frequency, often emailing or sending picture messages two or three times a day. Jokes, funny signs, words of encouragement and most importantly, plans for the future were constantly going across the informational superhighway. Bombarding his in-box with almost anything he could think of to try and give the boy something to look forward to. The worst of times was when Douglas was away from the base, out on maneuvers. Riley would seldom sleep for days on end until he once again heard from the boy he had come to care for.

The greatest joy Riley had ever known was the day the letter came by snail mail saying Douglas was returning for good. He was in Chicago that month preparing the new fall line for distribution; on the appointed day there was no hesitation to catch a plane and meet his boy at Los Angeles International. He himself was overjoyed as he hugged the teary eyed, fatigue clad Douglas for the first time. And all around them the people in the airport arrival area clapped for the returning solider who they assumed was being greeted by his father.

Douglas had a five day leave before he was to return to his home base in North Carolina where he'd serve out the last month of active duty. Riley made the best of those days, reserving a double room at the Embassy Suite Hotel. It was well below his normal standards however Douglas had expressed a strong desire to share in the cost. Not wanting to insult the boy or make him in anyway feel obligated Riley for the first time exchanged the splendor of luxury for the luster of honor.

The two men spent that night talking, Riley offered to see that Douglas would never again be alone. To not ever have to suffer through the pain of abandonment or experience the trauma of loss. Riley wanted to spoil the boy and give him everything that had been absent from his childhood. He offered – as they had previously discussed – to take care of him, to see that his needs were met, to always put him first.

In simple terms, to be his Daddy.

It was with reservations that Douglas had accepted the proposal because the young man truly had no idea what having a real Daddy would entail. Still the idea of living in a world of perpetual childhood was intriguing and the training of Daddy's boy began. There are few rules, only simple basic protocols that require a little boy to mind his elders. Words, language and expressions are always to be in a pleasing manor that is acceptable to Daddy. Unless decorum calls for the presence of a big boy, little ones are expected to play, laugh and at times misbehave.

As much as he wanted to have a carefree existence, Douglas found eternal childlike behavior a hard concept to master. He was so use to the sovereignty his previous life had provided that giving it up was proving to be an impossibility. Try as he might Douglas could not bring himself to be a totally dependent on his Daddy, he needed – for his own self respect – to have a true purpose. Spending all his time laughing, playing and fulfilling Daddy's needs was fine for the little boy in him however the twenty-four year old man found it demoralizing and he started to falter.

Riley promised to see to Douglas's needs and true to his word Daddy gave the man a reason to get out of bed everyday. He set him up with the most important job that surrounded their daily life, shaping his boy to be the best Personal Assistant he could possibly be. Painstakingly showing Douglas the difference between a mediocre presentation and a magnificent one. Meticulously schooling his boy on everything from choosing the correct wine for dinner to making sure the stage lighting is properly set for a Runway Show.

And Douglas shined.

The young man took to his new duties with vigor, learning all he could about Riley's profession, listening to the tutelage of his patient older mentor. Along the way Douglas was required to broaden his horizons, to see a world and a way of life he was not accustomed to. He was being exposed to a world of privilege and excess that he couldn't completely understand. Then again how did the older wiser Riley expect the boy to comprehend something to which he had no frame of reference.

The country boy was invading a society that up until that time had completely eluded him and he was unprepared for the consequences. Riley had assumed that because he loved Douglas so would everyone else. In that Daddy did his son a great disservice, setting the younger man up for ridicule and scorn. Because all the narrow minded people saw was a boy who had no business maneuvering in their world. Douglas was thought of as nothing more then a passing fancy, who warmed Riley's bed and kept his date book. Someone who was there today only to be easily discarded tomorrow without a second thought.

To many of Riley's associates, Douglas amounted to nothing more then poor white trash, dressed up in designer clothes. The appearance was one of inclusion yet he still carried the stench of garbage and they brazenly used any chance they could to inform him of their thoughts. Many nights Daddy held his boy while he cried over the pain of the words that had wounded him. And many business associates soon found out that Douglas was more important to Riley then their money. Cutting off ties, finding loop holes in ironclad contracts and completely shunning them at functions.

When it came to hurting his son, Daddy was a furious lion who refused to be tamed.

That was the real reason why throughout the day Riley had found himself worried to the point of distracted, Douglas had a new friend. He was so accustomed to protecting his boy from the heartache of nonacceptance that whenever someone new infiltrated the sanctuary of his happy home, Riley went on automatic defense. Until he was absolutely positive no harm would come to Douglas he monitored the contents of conversations, watched over playroom actives and made sure the influence of the newcomer was a positive one.

So when Douglas showed up for lunch with Isabella in tow, Daddy was both overjoyed at seeing his boy and curious about the girl. He had heard a mixture of rumors surrounding Edward's submissive, everything from she was wonderfully delightful to she was a high class call girl. The later he completely dismissed as nothing more then sensationalized gossip. After all if there was one thing a man like Edward Cullen didn't need to do, it was pay for sex.

Riley found the most astonishing piece of information to come from Edward's own sister. She seemed to be of the mind that Isabella was not everything she portrayed herself to be. Like Isabella was acting out a part to lure Edward into a sense of security until she gained a greater financial and social status. Once that was achieved Alice believed Isabella would either leave her brother or change the conditions of their relationship until Edward left her. Riley had heard that same accusation lodged against his own son, so he was refraining from passing judgment until he had a chance to see for himself.

And that didn't take long at all.

Upon seeing the enormity of his sons playroom Isabella let loose with profanity and that gave Riley a chance to test the waters. He didn't hesitate in the least to reprimand the young woman, explaining the rules to her along with the consequences and expected one of two things to happen. Either Isabella was going to blow him off in which case she would give a flippant response or she would show true remorse.

As the later occurred he watched the girl fall into a true submissive stance and answer her accuser in a manor that is both fitting and exceeding to the training he would have expected. Riley's first response was one of admiration, because it was very clear that Isabella was not playing at being submissive. She took that role very seriously, to the point where even in his absence she remained obedient to her Master. Her actions spoke volumes to the respect she had not only to his training but for the man himself.

Yes, Riley was most impressed and even more so once the two of them had entered the playroom and he had a chance to listen in on the conversation. Isabella – Bells to his boy – was touchingly compassionate, shedding true tears for the pain his son had endured. She held Douglas's hand, hugged and accepted him and it was all a father needed to see to know the truth.

Even Eleazar, a man who has been a friend and business partner for the past twenty years could see that Isabella was genuine in her intentions towards young Douglas.

'Edward got himself a good one' Eleazar commented after watching the two youngsters interact on the close circuit feed from the playroom.

Riley couldn't have agreed more, there was no airs about how Isabella responded to his son. No falseness in her motive, Isabella listened to Douglas as he told of his life and then openly – even after knowing she was being listened to – shared much of her own. And it was through that small glimpse of the young girl that Riley truly understood his boys enchantment with her. The circumstances surrounding the two might have been different yet the resulting situations were much the same and the two bonded over those similarities.

And the daddy in him approved

“Daddy, why did Aunt Polly just think it was Tom?” Douglas questioned the older man “She didn't even ask...just started hitting him”

Thinking about the best way to answer Riley sighed “Because she is so use to Tom being the bad one and since she had just slapped his hand for stealing sugar, she didn't even consider it could be Sid.”

“Sid's her favorite”

“He pretends to be a good boy but in reality, he is just as bad as Tom, he just doesn't get caught at it” Riley replied and went back to reading.

Tom sulked in a corner and exhaled his woes. He knew that in her heart his aunt was on her

knees to him, and he was morosely gratified by the consciousness of it. He would hand out

no signals, he would take notice of none. He knew that a yearning glance fell upon him now

and then, through a film of tears, but he refused recognition of it.

The younger man craned his neck to see the black and white illustration depicting what his daddy had just read “That's not a very nice thing for him to do, is it Daddy? He's being very naughty trying to make Aunt Polly feel badder” pausing for a moment Douglas added with a shake of his head “I would neber do that”

Riley raised his eyes in disbelief “Little boys shouldn’t tell lies”

“I not lying”

“Douglas” Riley warned in a stern voice before doing what Daddy's often have to do – remind their children “What about the other day when cousin Tanya had to come over and the whole time she was here you pouted alone in your room”

Douglas's room was the only one in the house that was not connected to the close circuit or wired for sound. It was the reason Riley didn't allow the children to play in there unattended yet he still needed to give his son a sense of privacy. The only time Douglas ever spent in his room was for sleep or when he was upset with his Daddy. During those times Riley always took the withdrawal from their agreed upon life as a personal onslaught, it was Douglas's one way of punishing him.

“I didn't want her here...cousin Tanya is just...yuck-y”

“Douglas” The older man warned again because the last thing he wanted to do was have to punish his boy for foul language.

“She is Daddy...” Douglas insisted before letting out a huff while shrugging his shoulders in stubborn exacerbation “...I don't want to play with her anymore”

Douglas admitted in a quiet voice because even though his feelings on the matter were justified he still felt bad for saying it out loud. His Daddy enjoyed the company of Eleazar and Carmen, and Tanya was part of the package. He also didn't want to openly admit there was anyone who he didn't like because he knew what it was to be ostracized and ignored. However he couldn’t stand the thought of having to be around that girl any longer then necessary.

When they had first arrived in Seattle for the usual summer reprieve away from their Alaskan home, Douglas was excited to have a playmate. It had been nearly a year since they had all been together, Tanya was his play-cousin who added a slight change to the dynamics of the house and at times her antics were fun.

The two would be forced to play together while the grown ups either worked or participated in other adult actives – like discussing politics or how the Russian economy effects the US. It certainty wasn't any conversation for children to partake in so Douglas and his cousin would retreat to the playroom. There they would play games until eventually their natural childish curiosity would get the better of them, exchanging Don't Break the Ice and Pick Up Sticks for a rousing game of Post Office or Doctor.

At times the grown ups would 'catch them' in the act of the innocent 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine' type of play; bringing swift punishments. Other times, assuming to have gotten away with being naughty, the 'children' were lulled into a sense of security that provided an opportunity for the 'naked play' to escalate. It was one of those days when Tanya showed Douglas how hungry her hippo was by sticking all of white marbles inside her 'girl hole'

That was the day Douglas had to listen to the vile jealous comments Tanya kept making about Isabella and that was the day Douglas decided he couldn't stand his adopted cousin. It was a complete one-eighty from the way he felt the previous year, when she had first joined uncle Zar's family. Douglas watched what was happening, He saw the way Tanya was being treated and in his mind thought she was being taken advantage of.

Where Douglas was absolutely confident of the unconditional love and security he received from his Daddy, Tanya had no certainty at all. She was – as so many had previously said of Douglas – nothing more then a passing fancy, someone who was here today only to be tossed aside tomorrow.

She was used in whatever manor was needed at the moment; sometimes a friend who kept Carmen company while her husband worked long hours. Sometimes a child who could be spoiled, doted over and shown off. Other times Tanya was nothing more then a sex slave to be used and then literally caged to be kept out of the way. Her only purpose for being in Uncle Zar's home was to keep Aunt Carmen happy, in exchange for providing that service Tanya was housed, fed and clothe.

It wasn't a life Douglas himself would have wanted to live and in fact he saw some similarities in the way the Colonel treated him. It disturbed him to think that his beloved uncle Zar was abusing someone simply because she had no other alternative.

Douglas had spent many nights worrying about his cousin, fearing for her safety and sanity as he seen the callous attitude Eleazar had towards her. It bothered him so much that a man he admired could be abusing someone until he finally took those worries to his Daddy. Riley understood the compassion of his boys heart, still there were things Douglas was not considering and he quickly pointed them out.

Tanya chose to accompany Eleazar and Carmen to Alaska, discussions were extensive, limits negotiated and contracts signed - the girl was very aware of what life would be like in Homer. She was there of her own free will and along with having all of her daily needs exceedingly met, Tanya also receives a nice compensation to spend as she wishes.

It's true Eleazar has very little patience with the girl, in fact, much like other men endure their wife's yappy dog, he too tolerates her only for the sake of Carmen. He understands that the nine months spent in Alaska are long and lonely, so if Tanya brings his wife even a small bit of comfort then he can and will, deal with her presence. However should her company no longer be desired, it would not bother him in the least to be rid of the girl.

Riley knew all this and explained it to Douglas along with assuring him that Tanya was not being held against her will. She could leave at anytime, of course that would mean acquiring gainful employment and a change in her living status. Instead of an eight bedroom mansion she would more then likely be living in a one bedroom apartment. A night of dining out might consist of Pizza Hut instead of a five-star restaurant and her clothing would no longer be made to order. Still Eleazar would see the girl wasn’t homeless or starved, he might not have an ounce of affection for Tanya but he wasn't heartless either.

Douglas was made to understand Tanya's choice and although he felt as if she was more or less prostituting herself to the highest bidder he accepted her for what she was. He even understood her original reason for wanting to get away from Seattle. She had first joined uncle Zar's family after the 'dismissal' from Master Edward, she saw the nine months away from him as a time to heal. Douglas thought that in her own way she loved the man who use to be her Master and seeing him be with other women all the time was hard on her. However Tanya kept tabs on Master Edward, mostly through Jessica and Lauren and she saw his resistance in collaring a new submissive as a sign he was waiting for her to 'grow up'.

It had been nearly two years since they were together but in a recent email from Tanya her exact words to Douglas were 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' She was looking forward to spending the summer in the city in hopes of winning him back. Douglas couldn’t blame her for wanting to try, after all Edward was handsome, he had a confident charisma about him and the Cullen fortune waiting in the wings. All those things added up to quite a catch and Tanya was infatuated with the idea of his charging in on a white horse to sweep her off her feet and riding away into the sunset.

She had her heart set on not having to return to Homer Alaska to spend as she put it 'another long dark winter under seven feet of snow.' She wanted options, she wanted a normal life of shopping and dancing and she wanted what every one else wanted – to be loved.

Their departure from Alaska was delayed by nearly two weeks, so instead of arriving in the city the end of April they didn't get there until mid-May. Once they arrived Tanya's hopes were shattered, Master Edward had in the time span of a week, met, collared and fell in love with someone else and Isabella became Tanya's focus of retaliation. She was so green with envy that she – along with a few others – began plotting ways to make Bella look bad. What Tanya didn’t count on was the way a woman of class conducts herself. Bella was too smart, too considerate and too sophisticated to behave in a vulgar manner and Douglas absolutely loved his new bestest friend.

The more time he spent with Bella the more he saw himself, the small town heritage, the broken family, the added responsibilities, the insecurities from being abandoned, and the victimization they both endured at the hands of someone they loved. The two of them were like 'peas in a pod', the thought made Douglas laugh as remembered the hissy-fit Bells had pitched over ordering the cake.

Unsure what his boy was laughing at and hoping it wasn't his previous behavior of retreating to his room Riley wondered aloud “I know Tom can be funny but I don’t think making his aunt feel bad warrants laughter”

“I not laughing at that” Douglas explained with a slight edge of humor in his voice “I was thinking about Bells...”

“Ugh...” Riley groaned while laying the open book down on the nightstand “We're back to Isabella again?”

“Don't you like her Daddy...”Douglas asked as he tried to twist around to see his Daddy's face

Riley sensing what he was doing held the boy tightly against his side “I like her very much...”

Before he could continue Douglas blurted out in an angry voice “You know all that stuff Alice said was a lie, she's just mad...”

“Hush” Riley warned with a stern tone as he tried to calm Douglas “I know exactly kind of person Isabella is and I don't need a little boy to tell me something I can see for myself. Now apologize for raising your voice to me”

“I'z sorry daddy”

Sighing heavily Riley let his hand move soothingly over the flannel pajama top “You can be friends with Isabella and she is welcomed here anytime. However I spoke with Edward today and Isabella is not going to play with you like cousin Tanya does.”

'I know tha...” unhappy with being interrupted Riley reprimanded “I'm Not Finished”

Knowing he should be quiet Douglas settled back against Riley's chest and smiled at the feel of Daddy's lips against his temple “Now as I was saying, Isabella would not be open to that kind of play, however you can still be friends with her. Invite her over for play dates, afternoon arts and crafts or a slummer party with some of your other friends. I believe she will fit in very well and she will become comfortable enough that she will do something naughty that will require a spanking.”

That bit of news excited Douglas, after all since he was the first person she saw get a spanking it was only fair that he should be the first person to see her get one too. In his mind he started coming up with ways to make that happen as a plan started to form he wiggled and giggled at the feel of Daddy's hands moving down over his belly.

“That tickles daddy”

“Shhhh...be Daddy's good boy and stay still”

The muscles in Douglas's stomach tightened as Daddy's hand slipped under his shirt and skimmed over the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms.

“Daddy...” Douglas questioned in a small voice and Riley quickly responded by speaking softly against his ear “Don't you want to be Daddy's big boy tonight?”

The hand in Douglas's pants continued its downward motion causing goosebumps to form as it slipped under his superman briefs to skim over the softness of his hairless groin “Oh daddy...your touching...my pee-pole”

“Shhhh...be a good boy and let daddy check to make sure it works right”

“Dadd...” Riley cut off the shaky voiced boy “Shhhh...you know Daddy's need to check...now lay down for me” Riley said in a persuasive tone as he moved over to give Douglas room on the pillow before he started sliding the loose bottoms over his hips.

“Why do you gotz to take my pants off?” Douglas questioned innocently

Riley held the boys gaze as he slid the bottoms off his legs and gave his reasoning “How can I be sure your little willy is healthy if I cant see it?”

Neatly folding the blue flannel he placed it on the floor before turning his attention to the one laying on the bed. Riley loved the game of seduction and was as versed at playing the role of seducer as Douglas was at ingenue, right down to the hesitant eyes and trembling lip.

“Do...do..do you have to touch it?”

“Just a little bit...it wont hurt...”

“Oh” Douglas gasped as Riley rubbed his hand over the bulge beginning to form under the bright yellow 'S' “Daddy you're making my pee-pee feel funny...”

“Does it feel good?” Riley asked as his hand moved over the fully formed erection

“Uh Uh” Douglas muttered in a quiet voice while his eyes watched his Daddy's hands begin to lower the tight red briefs “Daddy...does my pee-pee look hel-fey?”

“I haven’t gotten to really see it yet” once the briefs were down enough for Riley to get a full view of the part in question, it sprung up, standing at full attention. “There's Daddy's little soilder”

The nickname Daddy used for Douglas's pee-pee always made him giggle “Daddy, he's all hard just like he's a-posed to be”

“Yes, but your pee-pee is so dry and I cant examine it like that” Licking his hand Riley reached out to take one long stroke along the length “I think we need to get it wetter, lay still and let Daddy do what he has to.”

With that Riley leaned over and took the bulbous into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the mushroom tip and swirling his tongue making Douglas thrust his hips up and cry out “Oh...Daddy”

Riley didn't stop the exploration instead he grasped both his boys hips and held him tightly against the bed as he took more of the velvety shaft into his mouth and set a pace that had Douglas moaning “Daddy don't...don't...you're going to make the white stuff come out....”

Riley pushed on the hips under his hands forcing Douglas to remain as he was, it had been several days since Daddy had milked his boy dry and the man-child was in desperate need of cumming but he knew only Daddy could make that call.

“Daddy...the white stuff is going to come ...it's going to come out...”

Moving his mouth over the hard shaft Riley sucked hard on the head as he moved his tongue over the gland causing Douglas to struggle against the sensations that were tingling in his balls.

With a pop Riley withdrew from his fleshy feast and Douglas gasped in both frustration and relief “Oh...Daddy...can't the white stuff come out...please Daddy”

Riley loved the control he held over his boy and he knew how much Douglas enjoyed the game, giving him a stern look Daddy spoke in a reprimanding tone “I don't know, you are still being punished for touching your naughty stick yesterday”

“Daddy I didn't mean to...it was just itching...”

Releasing the tension on Douglas hips, Riley shook his head “That doesn't matter” Getting to his feet he reached out to open the drawer of the nightstand and suggested “Maybe the ring...”

“No Daddy...No...” Douglas shook his head in horror.

The cock ring was not the man-childs favorite piece of equipment, it was tight and restricting causing the sensation of release to continue without the satisfaction of completion. Some people found it enjoyable, to Douglas it was pure agony.

As Riley retrieved the metal circle Douglas began to beg “...not the ring...it hurtz...please Daddy...I'll be a good boy...”

Twirling the silver band around his finger Riley decided he'd play out the scene, giving his boy a questionable look he wondered “You promise to let Daddy do anything he wants?”

With a quivering lip Douglas answered quietly “Yes...any-fing”

“Well I think I'll keep this out, just in case you change your mind”

Placing he ring on top of the book, Riley leaned over Douglas pulled the blanket off him and took a hold of his legs to swing him so he was laying sideways across the bed with his feet resting on the floor. Taking the bottle of lube from the drawer he also removed the red silk scarf and for a moment Douglas thought about changing his mind. However the thought of the deliciously demented pain that Daddy was going to cause with that piece of silk had his little soldier twitching with anticipation.

Dropping to his knees between Douglas's spread legs Riley use one end of the scarf to wrap his boys scrotum and shaft in a figure eight and then made a slip knot which he pulled the loose end through.

“Lift your head for Daddy” Riley told the very curious Douglas who complied without comment however he did begin to protest at the command “And open your mouth”

“Daddy...that's going to hurt my pee-pole”

“We can do the ring and you know what that means?”

Douglas did know, it meant there would be no release tonight at least with the scarf he knew it would be painful but there was a good chance Daddy would let the white stuff come out. Resigned to the lesser of two evils Douglas raised his head and then groaned when Riley told him to raise higher. Using his elbows the younger man lifted his torso and opened his mouth so Daddy could stuff the other end of the scarf into it.

“Hold on to that real tight for Daddy” Riley warned with a pointed finger.

As Douglas bit down he leaned back and the slack in the makeshift noose disappeared while the strain around his boy parts increased causing him to groan. As he settled himself back on the bed trying to get accustomed to the tightness, Daddy began to remove his clothing. Folding the shirt neatly before placing it on the chair, followed by his pants. Standing in only his boxers Riley squeezed a dollop of lube on his hand and began working the slippery stuff over Douglas's balls, smiling to himself at the effect the scarf was causing. The soft orbs turning the slightest shade of pink as they began to bulge around the confines of the silk lasso. Separating the testicles Riley rolled first one then the other around in his fingers before watching his boys reaction as he pinched the captured testicle between his thumb and forefinger making Douglas whine into the silken gag.

“Does that hurt you?” the question was unnecessary because of course he already knew the answer yet Riley raised one eye brow in expectation of a response.

“Mmm Umm” his boy nodded with moisture filled eyes.

“That's good. It means everything must be working right.”

Riley let his hand drop down to place first one finger then another at the puckered hole, squeezing more lube on the invading digits he started working them into Douglas. Stretching and wiggling them around as he searched for the walnut sized structure he knew so well.

Douglas enjoyed the feeling of Daddy's fingers inside him and forgetting about the scarf wrapped securely around his balls he let his head fall back onto the bed. The slack was completely gone as his whole groin throbbed from the tension in his bound balls but at that moment Daddy had started massaging his prostrate, making all conscious thought of pain gone.

“Button, Button, who's got the button” Riley cooed as he watched Douglas thrash, writhe and moan under his expertise “Looks like Daddy found the button.”

The sound of Douglas's moans of pleasure increased as Riley used his other hand to remove the silken gag from his son's mouth while keeping the line taunt so as not to loose the tension as he once again began using his mouth.

Douglas cried out in pleasurable agony “Daddy...oh Daddddddy!”

Knowing his boy was ready to blow Riley let go of the scarf to instead hold the knot that had slid down under the base of Douglas's shaft, lifting off him he spoke the words that were his boy's reprieve

“Feed Daddy your boy milk”

At the same time he lowered his mouth Riley's hand loosened the knot, Douglas's body went rigid as his hips raised off the bed and he screamed in sweet relief as he did indeed feed Daddy ropes of thick creamy cum. Swallowing everything he was given Riley continued to move his mouth while Douglas moaned in his own sea of bliss.

Humming around the dick in his mouth Riley took one last strong pull and let the scarf fall to the floor as he removed his mouth from his boy. Getting to his feet he looked down at Douglas who was still breathing heavy in his after orgasmic state. “Did Daddy make you feel good?”

“Ye...Yes...dat was awesome Daddy”

Removing his boxers Riley placed them neatly on his pile of clothes before picking up the bottle of lube. Squeezing some on his hand he first worked it over his own dick before gently massaging Douglas's balls while checking to make sure the tight scarf didn’t cause any injury. Sure there was no damage Riley could proceed with his own needs.

“Scoot back and put your feet on the bed”

“Why Daddy? Aren't you done checking me yet?”

“Not yet...just one more thing and then it will be all over”

Doing as he was told Douglas watched as his Daddy knelt between his open legs and pushed his knees back onto his chest. His eyes widened at the feel of Daddy's big hard pole poking at him “What are you doing Daddy?”

“Hush now and be Daddy's good boy.”

Douglas quickly dropped his legs “No Daddy...it hurtz me”

“Daddy's only love their boys, they'd never hurt them” Riley said in a convincing tone as he once again lifted Douglas's legs.

“No...I'z don't want to” Douglas pleaded in a little boys voice but Riley was stiff and ready and wasn't about to take no for an answer.

“Don't you want to see Daddy's white stuff?”

Seeming to think about it Douglas all of a sudden became stubborn “NO!” he said with an overdone shrug.

“Daddy says YES”

With that Riley lifted the younger mans legs and rolled Douglas back onto his shoulders by pinning his legs to his chest. With one fell sweep he poked at the resistance of his boys opening and a thrust of his hips had him inside the warm tightness

“Daddy made you feel good, now he wants to use your boy hole, and he's going to whether you like it or not.”

Douglas screamed “It's too big...it hurtz me”

“Hush...it will feel...better... in a minute...you be a good...boy...and in the...morning...Daddy will...take you...for a new...toy...”

The compelling words came out in between the thrust of his hips as he slammed his dick furiously inside Douglas. Pushing harder on the boys legs raised his butt higher and gave Riley the position he needed to let himself go. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and moans filled the room as with each stroke Riley made sent tingles through Douglas's body. The younger man had met the point of his own release the same time as the elder. He knew when Daddy fucked him there was no need to seek permission and as the pressure built Douglas let his body release in another glorious orgasm. Riley didn't notice the boys warm cum on his stomach as he slammed deep inside him once more and then with a primal grunt he quickly pulled out to ejaculate all over Douglas's oozing organ.

Releasing the hold he had on his boy Riley laid over the panting Douglas, kissed his forehead and then pulled his son to him as he rolled onto his back. The two men enjoyed the euphoric feeling in relative quiet as they cuddled together. Riley stroking the younger mans back in tender fatherly love while Douglas started to doze off.

Once his senses were back Riley extracted himself from the man-child who meant so very much to him. Slipping into his boxers he reached for the package of wet wipes that were always on the nightstand. Rolling Douglas over he used several of the warm wipes to clean up the mixture of their love. Douglas stirred just enough to right himself on the bed so Daddy could tuck him in for the night.

Switching off the light Riley bent down to place a soft kiss on Douglas's head “Sleep well darling boy...Daddy loves you”

Snuggling into his pillow Douglas whispered back “Lub you too Daddy”

Taking his folded clothing with him Riley left the door cracked open as he made his way out of his sons room and into his own. As Douglas heard the closing of his Daddy's bedroom door he silently said the same nightly prayer his mother had taught him and ended as he always did.

“...and God Bless Daddy”