Page 13 of His Biker Daddy
“It could be that something we normally enjoy just doesn’t feel good, because maybe we tried something different the day before and part of you hurts and doing that makes it painful in a non-pleasurable way.
It could mean that you need more lube while daddy’s drilling that tight ass of yours.
Hell, it could be that a name I’m using just hits wrong that day and you want me to stop using it.
Or it could mean you’re tired and need a break, or just not into it right then and want to stop.
None of that is going to make me mad,” daddy says, completely stealing every little piece of my heart as his own.
“There may be nights when I don’t feel up to sex, just want to hold and cuddle my little boy, and I really hope you wouldn’t be upset or angry with me if there are.
So how could I be upset or angry with you in reverse?
The only time daddy won’t listen when you say you aren’t interested, is when we’re playing, and daddy’s forcing his little boy to do what he wants.
But even that will be with your agreement before we go into it. Understand?”
“Yeah, I still don’t see how I’d ever want to use it, but yeah, I understand,” I muse, pulling a dark chuckle from him as his hand cups my dick, teasing my balls.
“Just wait until daddy has these wrapped in rope and is pulling on them to teach you to mind him, then you can talk,” he returns, his body pressing against mine before he gives me a long kiss, his beard tickling my face in the way I love.
“Alright, so what do you want to use?” I ask catching my breath as someone in the dining room laughs loudly. “Red’s common isn’t it?”
“Too easy of a word to come up in normal conversation, especially with a little boy, while daddy’s teaching him his colors asking him what color his ass is,” daddy teases and fuck, that definitely makes me hot to think about him doing.
“No, we’ll use something that would never come up in a normal day. ”
“And what’s that?” I ask. “I mean, if daddy’s going to teach me things, that’s a lot that might come up. There’s shapes and letters and numbers and animals…”
“Daddy’s going to love teaching his little boy all of them. Right now, daddy’s going to teach you a safe word, one that’s special just between us,” he states, and I nod as he smiles wolfishly my way. “Francis.”
“Francis?” I ask and he nods as my brow lifts curiously. “Where on earth did you come up with that?”
“You’re not the only one that doesn’t go by their birth name,” he says making my jaw drop a hint.
“That F on my business card…that’s my first name.
Got the shit beat out of me in elementary school, long before anyone knew I was gay, and I stopped using it when we transferred to middle school.
I started using Joseph, or Joe, since it’s my middle name.
When I came out, it was Joey around the bars, and then I started going by Law when I became part of the Relentless Keepers.
It felt more like me than Joe, Joseph or Joey ever did.
I was apparently named after my grandfather, and he was named it after his, so it was a family name. ”
“Definitely doesn’t fit my daddy. I like daddy better than Law and Law better than anything else,” I add, and he gives me a quick kiss before pulling me towards the dining room again. “I won’t tell anyone else what it is.”
“I know you won’t. That’s a special word just between daddy and his little boy, and you’re a good boy,” he says, and I smile as we head over to the table where Everly and Pres are sitting.
“There you are, I was wondering if you’d starved to death or if your daddy you locked in your room,” Everly teases as I settle in next to her, and I chuckle as she gives me a wink, nodding at the curious look on her face and she giggles, pulling one from me, while daddy’s hand slips down, rubbing my crotch.
He keeps doing it as we eat, daddy and Pres discussing new options for some of the issues we’ve had with getting the insurance company to work the claim for the fire at the gun shop.
I’m finished with my food when daddy lifts me up, settling me over his lap and Everly lets out a little giggle, and it deepens when Pres whispers something into her ear and she presses her face into his side as he sits with his arm around her.
A little gasp falls out on top of a moan when daddy pushes the back of my sweats down, and I feel his thick cock spank against my bare ass. “Get that hand wet and reach back here, make it nice and slick,” daddy tells me, and I don’t hesitate to do what he says.
I coat his cock with my spit, my ass still slightly coated from our earlier rounds, and his thick head eases right through my ring as he pulls me down onto him, getting so fucking deep.
It pulls a moan from me, and I press against the edge of the table, knowing someone can likely see daddy taking my ass if they walk past us, but not so much at the table itself.
Daddy’s hands rock me on his cock and Everly glances over, her eyes widening a hint before she grins asking, “Does Cashy always get to play with daddy at dinner?”
A little flare of bliss runs through me at the names, not only the Cashy nickname but also the full out daddy for Law at the table here.
“Cashy only gets to play when he’s a good little boy and listens to daddy,” Law returns, making her giggle again before Pres gives her a kiss, pulling her up from the table.
He slips a hand over her eyes making her giggle even more as he walks them past us, but his other hand comes down on daddy’s shoulder, patting it as he just shakes his head at us.
There’s only a handful of others in the room now, more in the kitchen cleaning up, with only Victors at our table still.
He’s just sitting there, leaning back in his seat, talking with daddy still about the shop’s options.
Someone behind us snickers and I catch sight of Whistle grabbing dishes from another table.
He lets out a swit-swoo type whistle as he comes closer to grab the plates off ours.
“Ah lookie, our little Cash is all grown up, still a little shy boy though, aren’t you?” he chuckles, and it should piss me off, but it doesn’t somehow with Law’s thick cock in my ass.
“I told you they’d love to watch, little boy,” Law teases at my ear, making me shiver, reminding me what he told me in the locker room when I mentioned someone might come in.
“More men than you know get off to gay porn—women too—and you have the sexiest little ass ever. Too good not to show it off,” he adds, moving before I know it, bending me over the table, taking me even harder.
I let out a deep moan and then another when he gives my ass a smack, telling me, “Not a sound. I don’t want to hear a peep from you until I come, little boy.”
I choke back a shout, holding it in as he fucks me good and hard, Victors’ face right in my line of sight when daddy pulls my head up, and I’m on the edge when he pulls the chain, choking me as he comes.
My legs are quaking when daddy pulls me up, turning me around, and I let out a little shocked sound when he pulls my joggers down to my ankles, pushing my t-shirt up until it’s over my head but still on like a harness, showing off nearly every inch of my body.
But most importantly, the cage on my dick.
“Guess that answers who’s the bottom completely now, doesn’t it, Victors,” Sharp calls out across the room.
“You jealous or something?” Victors retorts shutting him up.
Daddy undoes the cage, licking at my dick until it grows, and I shout when his fingers slide up my balls, hammering into my ass while he sucks my dick.
His eyes tell me not to come as he stares up at me, and I hold off as long as I can, but his two fingers turn into three and I shout. “Fuck daddy, let me come, please…”
“Give it to me,” he growls around my dick, and I crash instantly, coming long and hard as he keeps hammering at my ass with his thick fingers.
My ass twitches as he pulls out of it, and the cage slides over my dick, making me hiss a bit as it’s still going down, but daddy latches it shut before standing up, bringing his mouth to mine with a long, sloppy kiss.
He pushes me forward until I reach a chair, and he lifts my leg onto it, urging my other up and bends me over it, his mouth coming down on my ass, licking and teasing it, making my dick want to harden all over again, but it can’t with the cage wrapped around it.
Daddy spits on my ass, pushing my back down pulling my ass higher, and he takes his time, pushing his cock into me.
It makes me moan entirely and I grip the back of the chair tight when daddy starts fucking me.
He pulls my head up, letting me see everyone that’s walking by, but he doesn’t begin to stop using my ass.
He keeps going, pulling on the chain of the collar every time I start to get louder.
His hands smack on my thighs, making me open my legs more, and I shout when reaches around, grabbing hold of my caged dick.
“You going to come for me and everyone else watching like a good little boy, show them how good you are for daddy?”
“Fuck daddy…yes, thank you,” I groan as my ass tightens around him, the bliss flooding my system as I come.
“I want your little boy dick coming,” he returns, giving me a hard thrust as he pulls on the chain and with a smack of his hand on my dick, cum bursts from the semi-hard tip, going everywhere.
“That’s it, little boy. That’s how you come for daddy…
now take mine,” he adds, and I shout as he fills me, but it’s cut off when he pulls on the chain again.
I lean back into him, shaking as I try to catch my breath, and he turns my face, stealing my lips as his hand covers my still twitching dick.
His lips feather over my face until I finally stop shaking, and he helps me up, then redresses me before turning me around for a kiss and his hands rub my back gently. “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, baby boy,” he promises, taking my hand leading me towards the door and the crowd there. One the club girl, Sheryl, is there with her nose and mouth all scrunched up and daddy turns his dark glare onto her, telling her, “Clean up the mess.”
“You can’t tell me what the fuck to do, you old perv,” she snaps, and I step forward, grabbing her face until she’s looking me straight in the eyes.
“Law is my daddy and he can use my authority as a rank any time he fucking wants so you better shut your bitch-ass mouth unless you want thrown out of here like Lori was,” I return, drawing some chuckles from the guys, and they turn into whistles when Law’s hand slips under my shirt, grabbing hold of the strap, and pulls me on our way.
We reach his room, and I turn towards him, wanting a kiss but he moves towards his bags, and pulls them out, making my heart stop as he starts throwing things into them. “Daddy?”
“There’s no point in having our shit in two separate rooms,” he says as he grabs them, then my hand pulling me out into the hall and over to my door.
“All of your stuff is in here, it makes more sense to use it instead of this one and having to move two sets of stuff. My things, my clothes and shit that’s still in the city,” he adds when my brow lifts a bit, finally understanding, and he just pulls me to him and into the shower before we collapse onto the bed together.
“Now, tell me, are you upset, angry, or embarrassed that daddy fucked you in front of your club?” he asks me, his hands rubbing lotion onto my skin soothing all of me.
“No, maybe a little embarrassed at times, but I loved it too much to even think about stopping you, daddy. You just make me want more and more, especially to be your little and play even more, have you punish me for breaking rules, forcing me to do what daddy says.”
“I’ll gladly give you that, little boy,” he promises and the next night, he does just that, dressing me in one of the outfits I’d bought to wear and fantasize.
It’s a pair of extra tight shorts like he threatened me with that have a slit down the middle of them for easy access to my dick and ass, but they’re in a pattern that would lend more towards the little side of things than just a toy boy sort.
Daddy comes in, finding me looking at a dirty magazine, my hand stroking my dick, and daddy punishes my ass so good.
He spanks it hard, then fucks it, making me take his cock hard and deep while I scream into the pillow, begging him to stop.
It gets us both off with him in my ass, and afterwards, he puts the cage back on me, telling me that until I learn to control my dirty hands, I’ll wear it, so daddy knows I’m being a good little boy, and shit—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.