The sound of the door startled him, but Bro didn't move. He looked down at Dave, at war with the obligation to let Dave's party guest in and his burning desire. He ran his thumb over Dave's cheekbone, using his free hand to push the kid's shades to the top of his head. Dave's eyes were bright, wide, and practically begging him for another kiss. Just one more kiss.

Ding-dong!

That time, bro really jumped out of his skin. On impulse he grabbed onto Dave's waist, but when he heard the kid's sharp gasp he ripped himself away, trying to gulp down some fresh air, some air that didn't smell like Dave.

Combing a hand through his hair, Bro approached the door with a stony expression. He replaced his hat and glanced over his shoulder. Dave was flushed bright red and fidgeting, but his face was blank. Bro nodded him before finally opening the door.

Standing in the hall was a sharply dressed man who seemed, apart from the smell of pipe smoke that reminded Bro of the elderly, around his age. The man held a cake box, wore a fedora over his dark brown hair, and had a dorky looking kid with glasses hunkered down behind him. Before Bro could get a word out, he heard Dave shout. "John!" He cried, and at once the dorky, dark haired boy flashed a buck-toothed smile and ran inside after receiving a nod from the fedora man. The kids high-fived and disappeared down the hall. "Dude, you'll never believe…" Bro heard Dave saying.

Thinking nothing of it, Bro nodded at the man and extended his gloved hand. "Broderick Strider," He said. "Bro for short."

"Robert Egbert," Replied the man, smiling and shaking his hand. "John is mine. My son, I mean, and Dave is actually my student."

"Oh yeah?" Bro asked, letting him in.

"Yes," Robert said, setting the cake down on the table and closing the door behind him. "Creative writing, he's a very bright kid."

And just like that, Bro was back to their homeschooling days, remembering how intelligent his little man was, always quick to catch on. He thought of how quickly Dave had caught onto kissing. "He really is brilliant," Bro agreed, nodding. "And thanks for the cake. Dave appreciates it big time."

After listening to Robert assure him that Dave was quite welcome to homemade sweets anytime, he excused himself to go order pizza for later, muttering: "Pft, homemade," Under his breath all the while.

Soon enough, the little beasts began pouring in one by one and after peeling Dave and John away from the computer, he began his D-Jing duties. While the kids danced and chattered for hours, Bro gave them a good old fashioned music lesson. Though they weren't paying attention to him, just the music, he was actually enjoying himself. He didn't feel like he was working, anyway. Only when he noticed nerf darts flying did he leave his post. "Yo, squirt," He shouted over the noise. Dave sprinted past him with a large toy rifle in hand. He grabbed the kid by the shirt before he could get past, raising a brow at the chorus of giggles emerging from the crowd of tweens. "New gun?"

"Oh yeah," Dave chirped, holding it out for inspection. "Jade bought it for me!"

"Yeah, well, real men fight either hand to hand, or with swords." He promptly whacked Dave on the back of the head, nearly causing his shades to fly off.

"What, and no puppets?"

"Cut the sass," He said sharply, a reluctant grin spreading across his face. "No more presents, you shit. Not until later, go find something else to do, okay sport?"

"Alright, alright."

It didn't take long for Bro to regret saying that. He wished the kids would not, but soon the living room was hosting a game of spin the bottle. Dave was a trustworthy and mature twelve year old, so Bro didn't stop them, but when he saw his little man actually take a turn, his heart twisted. An angry green monster was snarling in his gut, breathing fire, and yet he couldn't pull his eyes away.

Bro watched the juice bottle spin with growing discomfort. It landed on a pretty little girl with green eyes, tan skin, and long dark hair. The giggles of "Ooooooo, Jade!" Identified her as the one who got Dave the rifle. Bro had a Cretan admiration for a chick who was into guns. Hell, the only chick he even cane close to loving had been into guns, but when Dave leaned close to Jade he felt like throwing her out of his apartment. Dave flashed her a charming smile, but only kissed her on the cheek. That should have made Bro feel better, but the way she swooned and sighed only strengthened his dislike for her.

Since he didn't want to embarrass Dave on his birthday, he let the game continue without ever showing a single sign that he had a problem with it. Dave didn't wind up spinning again, but on the last turn of the game, John actually spun Dave and blushed profusely, glancing for whatever reason back at his father. He wound up planting one on Dave when he wasn't paying attention, resulting in the end of spin the bottle and the beginning of 'Lets chase John around and give him a payback wedgy." Jade called Dave a bully, but everyone, including John, was laughing.

Soon after John finally managed to pick his boxers out of his ass, it was time for cake. Bro was looking forward to a huge slice of home made cake, but unfortunately for him, Dave was insistent on opening his presents first. His stomach was going to have to wait. "Time to take in the loot!" Dave enthused, sitting on the couch as he was handed box after box, bag after bad, and a ton of cards.

The twelve year old got a bunch of records for his new turn tables, some generous gift cards, and several dead things floating around in jars. Nothing unexpected came out of any of those packages until Dave produced a thick, heavy book bound in tough black leather. The front was completely blank. There was nothing printed on it at all, not even a title, and most of the kids looked just as puzzled as Bro felt.

Dave went for the gleaming buckle that held the book shut, but before he could open it Robert placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered something in Dave's ear. The kid tucked the book away with the rest of the gifts then, and discreetly bumped knuckles with Robert. Bro wanted to scoff at the idea of the Egberts getting Dave of all people a book. Dave was smart, but he was more of a fighter than a reader. If anyone knew that as well as Bro did, it would be the Egberts.

His amusement with this dissolved in a puff of smoke, however, when Dave opened a brand new camera from John. So the book wasn't from the Egberts. If not them, then who?

That thick black book filled Bro with a lethal curiosity, and he stared at it even as Dave moved on from gifts and started to slice through the hand iced Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff cake. Not even his lingering hunger could draw him away from that damn book, or stop him from wondering what was inside. As the birthday candles on his slice were lit, Dave listened cooly to a high pitched chorus of 'Happy Birthday' and started to dish out the goods.

As was Strider tradition, the cake was devoured before they paid the pizza in the kitchen any mind. Bro took his fair share of food, no less than two pieces of cake and four slices of pizza, but his focus hardly shifted. It was dumb, but he had a gut feeling that the contents of that book were important somehow.

He didnt let it go. After being filled with sustenance, the kids let the party dull into little pools of calm, individual conversation. One by one they were collected by their parents, and the last of all to leave, were the Egberts. The second the door shut behind them, Bro could feel Dave's eyes burning into his back.

In that moment he was very glad he had decided to sneak a drink during the party. "So, squirt," Bro said casually. "Any last minute birthday wishes?"

Little face breaking into a wide grin, Dave rushes into the kitchen, yanked open the fridge, and pulled out a bottle or hard apple cider. "Yoink," He chirped. Bro gave him a look, but Dave opened it and took a long gulp. "Come on, it's my birthday, dude!"

Dave said it with such confidence, but Bro could see his hands shake. Dave was nervous, taking the edge off. The tactic was not unfamiliar to Bro, and he found himself going for a beer even though he already had a bit of a buzz. Drinking with a twelve year old may not have been exactly reasonable, but learning how to handle your booze was a lesson everyone had to learn. Why not learn at home with your bro? Even as he got a little drunker, he could still feel Dave eyeing him. "What are you looking at, punk?"

Instead of a response, Dave grabbed ahold of Bro's arm, clinging to the fabric of his shirt and leaning in close. Bro felt Dave's tongue graze his earlobe shivered. He hoped Dave didn't notice. "Lil man," Bro said. "Are you drunk?"

The kids eyes were dark under his shades, swimming with desire. Without waiting for a response Bro grabbed Dave by the waist and dragged him into a rough kiss, forcing the kid's lips apart and slipping his tongue through. Dave tasted sweet like apples and as they kissed it dizzied him. Bro never wanted to forget that taste.

On a whim Bro slid a hand up Dave's tee shirt, feeling the kid's heated flesh even through his leather gloves. Dave's body shuddered in response, exciting Bro enough to throw cation to the wind and push him up and onto the table.

"Ouch."

The sound was faint, muffled by the ever present pressure of Bro's mouth, but it was enough to stop him, to make him pause and check on his little man.

Wordlessly, Dave snickered, lifting his ass to reveal the thick, black, leather bound book. He'd shoved Dave right on top of his gifts. Though he should have been more worried about the new camera, or the throwing knives, or the dead things floating around in fluid filled jars, Bro was once again irrationally curious about that book. "What is in that god forsaken thing?" Bro demanded, still breathless. "It's been driving me up the damn wall."

"Oh," Dave said, grinning widely. "It's a manual." An interesting expression crossed his face then, as if he were just remembering something exciting. "I'll be right back, actually. Flip through it while I'm gone. If you want to, that is."

As if he hadn't already, the flirtatious look on Dave's face made Bro want to. He wanted to very, very badly. Dave slipped from his grasp quickly, flitting from the room and down the hall before Bro could ask any questions. As soon as he was out of sight, Bro snatched up the book. He threw open the cover with an animistic need and read the title page.

BDSM: All You Need To Know

It went on to describe the book, as Dave had, as a manual. It was a manual to a happy, healthy, and heated Dom-Sub relationship. Bro was nothing short of stunned but as he skimmed through the pages, eyeing the pictures with glee, he felt himself growing increasingly aroused. The pictures were fantastic. Every chapter had a handful or two to help illustrate the concepts on the pages. Bro wanted to read the contents more thoroughly, but soon he heard Dave clear his throat, and felt soft hands massaging his shoulders from behind. It felt wonderful, but he didn't let it distract him. "Is that what you want?" Bro asked. "To be my sub?"

Dave was behind him, so bro couldnt be sure, but he would have sworn that he felt lace and ruffles. His heart skipped a beat, and Dave began kissing his neck, his soft lips traveling up to the man's ear. "Yes sir," He purred seductively.

Bro liked the sound of that. While Dave licked the shell of his hear, he flipped to the chapter titled Quick Start and scanned the numbered diagrams. "I'm assuming you've read this," Bro said. "Into First position, Dave."

Dave obeyed him at once, and as he crossed the room Bro was aroused by the sight of Dave in a red and white lolita dress. There was a record on the front, just like his favorite teeshirt. Bro was thrilled, but he was mostly focused on how powerful he felt, watching Dave obey his commands so reverently. Dave sat in the corner, feet tucked under his butt and lost beneath the sea of frills. Dave flipped his bangs back, then pushed his shades to the top of his head to keep them back. He looked so eager, so ready, and so trusting that Bro couldnt help but grin. Poker face be damned.

Feeling very much like a jungle cat toying with it's prey, Bro paced back and forth in front of Dave, taking note of his submissively bowed head. A smirk crawled across Bro's face. "Alright, kid," He began, flipping confidently through the book. "Ground rules. I'm the boss, if I tell you to do something, it's an order, got that?"

Dave nodded in silence, keeping his head down. That didn't hide the grin on his face. "Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Yes sir." Dave looked up.

The unveiled desire in Dave's eyes made Bro feel hot, but he went on. "No touching or undressing yourself, only I get to do that. I can, and will if I see fit, deny you an orgasm. Most importantly, the safe word." Bro thought about it. "How about… saltine? Nothing sexy about those, what do you say?"

"Mmm… Okay," Dave mused. "But I don't intend on using it."

Bro got very serious then. "Dave," He said sharply. "If you are uncomfortable in anyway, any at all, you use that safe word without hesitating. Understand?"

Dave blinked, but a smile soon softened his features. "Okay, Daddy," He murmured, batting his pale lashes.

A ripple of sick lust rushed through Bro at that. "Up," He ordered. "Come."

Delighted, Dave got to his feet and rushed towards Bro, who dragged their mouths together at once. Inch by inch Bro walked them backwards toward the couch, his hands moving up Dave's dress and over his chest, groping every bit of him. Bro paid special attention to that firm ass of his. He needed to get them horizontal or he was going to go crazy. Bro was gonna just throw Dave down on the couch, but then the kid peeled his shirt off, soft hands tugging needily at his chest hair and he wanted to moan. No, this needed to happen in a bed. A big bed. "For a kid who didnt know how to kiss this afternoon," Bro hugged, groping Dave's ass cheek from under his boxers. "You're sure making me hot."

"I knew the theory."

"No shit," Bro chuckled.

Dave rolled his eyes. "Bro."

"That's 'Daddy' or 'sir' to you, little man," Bro said sternly, voice a low rumble. "And don't you roll your eyes at me."

"Yes sir."

"Now tell me again," Bro murmured. "What it is you want."

Before Dave could speak, Bro was running his fingers down Dave's crack, all from under the fluffy dress. The kid's whole body tensed. "B-bed," Dave gasped. "Please, sir."

Nodding, Bro scooped Dave up and into his arms, carrying him to his bedroom and kissing him all the while. In no time he had Dave down on his bed and was climbing on top,kissing hungrily at the kid's neck. Dave shuddered, mewling in wordless pleasure. He was driving his little man wild. On an impulse, Bro bit down on the soft flesh, and Dave's response was delightful. The sound of his eager moaning had Bro's gut twisted into knots. Breaths coming heavily, Bro moved a hand slowly but firmly up Dave's leg and torso, claiming the deliciously untouched body beneath the sexy lolita boy dress. "Where'd you get this?" Bro murmured between kisses.

"Internet," Dave panted. "I thought… I thought that you'd like it."

"Like it," Bro chuckled, scrunching up a handful of fabric in his fist. "I love it." He gave a sharp tug and heard the sound of popping seams. "I want you out of it."

Just like that Dave was scrabling for the zipper, getting on his knees and turning around so bro could be the one to grab it and yank it down. Dave's pale back was quickly exposed, the dress sliding of easily. The only thing left to go was the pair of lacy black panties that hardly contained the kid's junk. It did, however, have a little red bow on the back, presenting Dave's virgin ass as a tightly wrapped gift for Bro to ravish. He was stopped before he could rip them off too, feeling a gentle hand moving through his hair. He pulled Dave's back tighter against his chest. "What is it?"

"I want to try something," He huffed, red cheeked and clearly excited by all of the action. "Can I?"

Bro didn't know what Dave had in mind, but when he turned and their eyes met, Bro wanted very badly to find out. "Go for it, sport."

After placing a grateful kiss right to Bro's mouth, Dave got down to his hands and knees, nuzzling his face against Bro's stomach and pressing kisses to the patch of skin peeking out from under the hem of his shirt. Bro understood Dave's intentions at once and got to work unclasping his belt. The sound caught Dave's attention and soon there was an extra pair of hands to help out.

One tug was all it took to free Bro's erection after that. The look on Dave's face was priceless, and Bro wished he could snap a picture. "Disappointed?" He teased.

Dave shook his head comically fast, eyes still fixed on Bro's nine inch boner.

"Then what's the problem?"

Since he seemed to be without a response, Dave timidly gripped the base of Bro's dick, marveling at the sight of it before slowly licking up the shaft as if it were a Popsicle he held instead of a penis. The feeling had Bro's toes curling in pleasure, he hadn't felt anything that nice in a very long time. "Good boy," Bro praised him, running both hands through Dave's soft blonde hair. "That's it…"

Dave's eyes flicked up to meet Bro's, their irises bright with joy. The praise really meant something to the kid, it seemed, because as a responce he slurped Bro in so deep he nearly choked. The bone deep pleasure was almost replaced by concern, but Dave recovered so quickly that Bro just relaxed and let it happen.

As Bro continued to give feedback, mostly positive, Dave got even better. He was getting so good in fact, that Bro was finding it hard to keep his cool. "Sure you've never done this before?" He asked.

"I knew the theory."

Dave barley had the words out of his mouth before leaning back in to suck the head of Bro's cock. If the obvious erection peeking out of the lace panties proved anything, Dave was enjoying giving head almost as much as Bro enjoyed receiving it. "Easy trigger," He finally managed. "Any more of that, and Daddy's gonna blow."

An ear to ear grin spread across Dave's face. Bro grinned back. "Come," He ordered.

Just like that, Dave was on him, kissing hungrily along his jaw with one hand on his thigh and the other tangled in his chest hair. Bro groaned somewhere deep in his throat, grabbing Dave's ass and squeezing it tight. He loved the way it felt in his palm, even with those lace panties totally in the way of Dave's naked flesh, and his thick leather gloves in the way of his hand.

He groped indulgently just the same, feeling a soft hand creep up his bare thigh. "Daddy," Dave whined, rutting against Bro's leg. Dave's poor dick was rock hard and throbbing, untouched and trapped in a prison of lace. "Daddy I want you."

All Bro could focus on was the way the kid's voice trembled with need. It gave him this amazing rush, like he held not only power over Dave, ultimate control, but also trust. Dave trusted him, not only with his food, water and shelter, but with his heart and body also. Mouth suddenly dry, Bro ran a tongue over his lower lip and stared down at Dave, listening to their heavy breathing. Dave parted his lips to speak, but Bro didn't let the words escape.

Just like that there was no space left between them, Bro had one hand tight against Dave's waist to hold their bodies together, and the other gripping the back of Dave's neck to trap him in the kiss.

As if he'd want to get away.

Digging the pads of his fingers into the kid's flesh, Bro pushed Dave onto his back and climbed over him. He yanked Dave's panties down and off, hearing the delicate fabric tear away. It only added to the heat. A surprised gasp escaped Dave and Bro put his hand over Dave's throat, cutting off the sound. Dave's eyes grew wide, color rushing to his cheeks, and Bro felt him swallow. "Shh," He murmured, relieving the pressure and running a finger down Dave's reddening neck. "You trust me, don't you sugar?"

As Bro caressed his skin, a smile spread across Dave's face. That was the only response Bro needed. He grabbed Dave by the thigh, grinding his hips down just right, his cock pushing past Dave's hole and deep inside.

Heat like nothing he's ever felt surrounded him. He grunted, teeth clenched as he felt Dave squirm, adjusting to the feeling. When he heard Dave's voice shake he nearly withdrew, but then the kid's arms were around his back, fingers digging into the muscle. Dave's slender legs wrapped tight around Bro's waist, and that was all she wrote.

Bro pulled his hips back just enough before slamming back in, setting a frantic pace that had Dave begging for more. The sound of it was so sweet Bro had to indulge him, reaching between their bodies to pump Dave's member in time with their hips rocking. "A-ahh, Daddy," Dave moaned, voice breaking. "Ahhh yeah,yeah, Daddy please…"

For a long while they played this game, Bro teasing until Dave screamed for mercy, when suddenly Dave went rigid. His while body arched, his head tossed back, and he knotted both fists in the bedding. He trembled beneath Bro, panting, and Bro knew without even looking at the mess between them that Dave was having the best orgasm of his whole life.

Of course, This was the kids first partner induced orgasm, but that didn't put a damper on the rush of pride that filled Bro. He cupped Dave's arched neck in both hands, pressing his mouth to Dave's throat and humping him until finally bursting, groaning low against Dave's flesh. "Let me guess," Said Bro huskily, breaths coming so hard and heavy that his whole body heaved. "You knew the theory?"