It was Friday night. James Egbert was slipping on his jacket and calling to the teenaged boys in the living room to behave and to clean up their messes.
"I'll be back in the morning. Good night, boys!"
With a "Have fun with your friends, dad!" from John and a "Night, Mr. Egbert." from Dave, he smiled to himself and locked the door behind him. Before he get's in the car, he sends a text:
"I'm on my way now. There are some things that you need to do for me before I arrive. First things first, you will strip down to your choice of intimates. Second, please lay out your favorite toys. Finally, though most important, you need to be stretched and slick for me when I get there. Can you do this for daddy?"
He gets in his car and makes it to the light outside his neighborhood before getting a reply. He checks it quickly, not taking his eyes off of the road for more than a second.
"Yes, Sir. 3"
A smile graces his lips, but he doesn't answer it.
It's about a 10 minute drive to the Striders' apartment. And the closer he gets, the more his head becomes full of ideas for fun things to do to his little boy. There are a few people in the lobby when he gets there. The woman behind the desk greets him and waves him upstairs, having recognized him. He waves back to her and walks to the elevator, pressing the button to the appropriate floor and checking his appearance in the mirrored walls. The elevator soon opens to the oh so familiar hallway and his feet easily carry him down the(rather ugly)stretch of carpet to the room at the end of the corridor.
He knows the door is open so he steps inside and stops to admire what he sees. Dirk Strider, self proclaimed stoic being of coolness, is strewn on the couch, head thrown back with eyes pinched shut, gasping with three fingers up his ass. James toes off his shoes and quietly walks over to the blond man. The older man traces the white lace of the corset stretched over Dirk's chest. He's met with a low moan and open eyes revealing blown pupils with rings of amber.
"Hello, dear." James purrs, leaning down to kiss him. Bro whimpers and sucks on his Daddy's lip. The raven haired man pulls back and looks towards the coffee table, finding a vibrating medium sized plug, a very serious looking cock ring, and what looks to be a pair of leather gloves. He notices Dirk's hand slow down and he gives him a stern look. "I never told you to stop."
Dirk groans and picks up speed again, while James goes to inspect the toys, the younger man's noises becoming anything but background noise and going straight to his gut. He's happy to see that the toys look absolutely pristine. He turns the plug over in his hand, feeling cyan silicone(James's favorite color, of course) give a bit when he squeezes it. He turns it on full blast, content with the battery life remaining. Bro hears the buzz and whimpers softly behind him.
"Soon, little one, but not yet." James coos to him and goes to the cock ring.
He runs his fingers over the rubber spikes and hears his little boy's moans getting needy. He's close.
"Stop." He says once, sternly but not angry, and Dirk does. Quickly pulls his fingers out and grips the couch to keep from cumming. Dad 'tsk's and picks the plug back up, walking over to Bro. "Can't have your hard work go to waste. We have to keep you open for Daddy, don't we?"
"Yes, Daddy." He whimpers and nods.
You trace up the silk of his stockings from ankle to the middle of his thighs and spread his legs. He gasps when you press the plug in slowly, and moans loudly when it's fully seating inside him.
"Such a good boy." James murmurs into his stomach before kissing just to the left of his bellybutton. "Keep your hands at your sides, love." Bro nods and he slides the dial to the vibrators medium setting. The pale man breathes heavily from the couch as he turns back to inspect the final of the three toys on the table.
Turns out they aren't your regular leather gloves. They have metal, almost shard like, spikes in the fingers and palm. He gently touches the tip of one and quickly pulls back.
"Love?" He asks and turns around to face the blonde on the couch, who is currently trying his best not to writhe.
"Y-yes?"
"What are these?" he gestures to the gloves and Bro smiles.
"They're c-called vampire gloves. I thought you could use them to s-spank me, Daddy."
"And why would I spank you, Dirk, have you done something naughty?" He tries to hide the smile in his voice, but fails. Dirk's face goes red at the question.
"I came last night without your permission. Fucked myself in my room after Dave went to sleep."
"Dirk Strider, that is naughty." It's hard to keep a stern face but he does it, for his lovers sake. "I guess it can't be helped, what's done is done." The older man leans down and strokes Dirk's hair. "But what we can do is instill some sense that it won't happen again."
"Yes, Daddy." James can hear the shudder in his voice as he reaches for the cock ring and stretches it over Bro's leaking length. He lets it snap against the base and the orange eyed man gasps out a sob. James picks up the gloves once more and strokes the stubbled flesh of Dirk's jaw with the shards in the leather.
"On your knees, love." Bro does so, though a bit unsteadily, and James gets comfortable on the couch next to him and pulls on the front of his corset, bringing him down across his lap gently. He slides on the gloves and gently places a hand on Dirk's rear, testing the waters. He gasps and the older man strokes his shoulder with the back of his hand. "We'll start with ten. Count for me, Dirk."
His hand comes down harshly, knowing the man can take it, and the noise he makes is amazing, bringing a primal urge in him to bring more music from his lover.
"One." He breathes, and he spanks him twice in succession. Dirk cries out as his body tries to get away. "T-two. Three!"
James begins to notice that there are immediate pinprick bruises as well as some crimson welling up from the marks. He decides to move to the other cheek, swatting him three more times. Bro's answer comes from between gritted teeth. "S-s-six."
He smacks him once again and Bro let's out a full on sob "Seven!". It would worry him if not for the feeling of a weeping cock twitching against his thigh. That and the lack of their safe word being used. So he smacks again "Ahhhh, eight.", and again "Fuck! Nine!", and once more "Ohhh god, Ten!". By the end of it, Dirk is shaking, eyes watering and rutting shamelessly against James's leg.
"Oh fuck, Daddy. Please fuck me! Please! I'll be a good boy, Daddy, I promise!" His voice comes out in a high whine. James takes his gloves off and gently tosses them onto the coffee table, one hand coming to pet Dirk's hair and the other, rubbing soothing circles on the bruised meat of his ass.
"Anything for you, dear. Lube?" The blonde nods and shifts off of James's lap and picking it up off the floor and handing it to him.
"Such a good boy." he sighs and stands up, "On your back, baby." Dirk does as he's told, spreading his legs, one hooking around the back of the couch.
James strokes his thighs through silk and lace, snapping the band of his thigh-highs playfully before unzipping his slacks and sliding them down to his thighs with his underwear. He uncaps the bottle and pours a liberal amount on his palm, stroking himself to get evenly coated. Bro sighs at the site, gasping a little when James turns off the plug and slides it out. He places it on the coffee table and turns back to face his lover, leaning in and kissing him. Dirk wraps his arms around the blue eyed man's neck bringing him closer and biting his tongue gently. He practically screams when James lines up and thrusts into him all in one go. The older man barely gives him time to adjust before sliding almost all the way out and ramming back in, immediately starting a brutal pace.
Bro moans with every thrust, his sore ass smacking against James's thighs. His daddy grabs his ass, spreading him even further as well as hoisting up his hips to get the perfect angle. His moans become needy sobs as his prostate is abused. James's huffs shift into groans as the heat in his gut pools down into his balls, the pace growing frantic. God he's close. He rolls the rubber off of Dirk's cock and quickly jacks him off, leaning down once more and capturing his lips, drinking in all of his desperate noises. Dirk is a never ending stream of sound as he comes, clenching around James's dick and clawing his back. The black haired man follows closely behind, grunting and biting at the blonde's lips riding him hard throughout his orgasm.
After a moment, James pulls out and collapses on top of him, quickly shifting to where Bro's head is on his chest.
"Thanks, Daddy." Dirk breaks the silence, snuggling up into his neck and pecking his pulse. James combs his fingers through the silky blonde hair beneath his chin.
"Anything for you, dear." He hums, kissing the top of his head. "Shower?" he inquires. Dirk laughs.
"Shower."
