The Return of Daddy's Little Slut

"Crap... it's not enough.”
Brian counted the cash he made, finding that he needs 350 more dollars to for the gift he ordered for Matt’s birthday. The only chance left is Wednesday night… tonight. “I need to go pick up my little sister,” Matt states as he puts on his jean jacket. Brian turns around, “Something wrong Babe?” “Her shithead of a boyfriend broke up with her by making out with other girls,” Matt explains, “So as rules go… he broke my sister’s heart, so I get to break his face.” “Just be careful Matt,” said Brian, “I don’t need you in jail. It makes it hard for me to give you extra special birthday sex if you’re in jail.” Matt kisses Brian’s cheek, “Extra special, hmm?” “Very,” Brian replies. Matt starts kissing Brian’s neck. Brian tilts his head away from Matt, “Mmmm… Matt, you gotta go pick up your sister.” Matt lets out a whining groan. “Go pick up Sarah,” said Brian, “Get her some ice cream and be a good big brother.” “Okay,” said Matt. “Give her a hug for me,” said Brian, “And make sure the ice cream has sprinkles.” Matt chuckles before exiting Brian’s room, “Okay Brian.” Brian smiles before putting his cash back into his cash box. He went through his walk-in closet to find an outfit to wear tonight. The one he wore on his first special night with Matt: Tight black leather zip-up vest, tight black leather shorts, and his black leather knee high boots with the white shoestring. He headed through the hallway and into the main room of the club. “Are you THE Synyster Gates that Mr. Paul Doyle is fond of?” Brian turns to the man. He’s a bit taller than Brian, washwater blonde hair, and gray eyes. “Yes I am Sugar,” said Brian, “And you are?” “The name is Mark,” he said, “I was hoping you’d give me a good time.” “What’s on your mind?” Brian says, popping a hip as a stance. “I heard you don’t work Wednesday nights,” said Mark, “Something tells me that maybe… maybe you need the cash.” A drop of sweat fell on the side of Brian’s face. “How much you need?” Mark asks. “Depends,” Brian answers as he crosses his arms, “What… what do you want me to do?” “Give me… a blowjob,” Mark replies, “and I’ll pay you whatever I think its worth. Minimum is… let’s say 200 dollars.” The quicker Brian got the cash, the quicker he could retire for the night and go back to the room before Matt got back. But was a blowjob worth it? Would Matt consider it cheating or just part of the job? Brian needed that money… “Okay,” said Brian, “Let’s go into one of the private rooms.” ---x--- Matt walks in through the back hall and checks how things are going in the club. Every customer was preoccupied. Matt sees a door opened a crack. ‘I wonder how big of a slob they left the place,’ Matt thought to himself. He peeks in to see a sight he wasn’t expecting. Brian finishing up a blowjob. Brian standing up and the man pays him. Matt leaves into the back of the club to his own room. “That’s how much I think that was worth,” Mark said as he hands Brian to cash… 1,000 dollars in cash. “That was one hell of a blowjob,” said Mark, “Fantastic job Syn. You hold to your reputation of being the best dancer.” “Thank you,” said Brian. Matt couldn’t believe it, he knew Brian NEVER works Wednesday nights because he only wanted to be a dancer. He heard a door shut. He peeks through his bedroom doorway to see it was Brian’s bedroom door. Matt was going to confront him until he heard crying. Matt opens the door to see Brian kneeling before his bed, head buried in his bed, and crying. Matt walks into the room and kneels beside Brian. He slowly rubs Brian’s back, “Brian… Baby, why the tears?” “I… I did a bad thing Matt,” Brian sobs. “I know,” said Matt, “I saw. …Why?” “I needed the money… for your present,” Brian explains, slight sobbing and sniffles, “I had it ordered and I need to pay for it.” “You didn’t need to get me such a costly gift Babe,” said Matt. “But I really wanted you to have a great birthday,” Brian replies. Matt smiles then gets Brian a box of tissues. Brian sits on the bed and wipes the tears and snot from his face. “It’s just that,” Brian starts, “You were so sweet on my birthday. The spa treatment and fancy dinner was the sweetest gift I’ve ever gotten from a boyfriend… it actually was the only gift. So, I wanted to do something for you. I’m supposed to pick it up tomorrow. …I feel so ashamed, but I just wanted to get the money and get out of there as quickly as possible because I-” “Hate Wednesday nights,” Matt finishes. Brian smiles, “I’m sorry Matt. It won’t happen again.” “It’s okay Brian,” Matt says as he rubs Brian’s back, then smiles, “You can make it up to me tomorrow.” “How?” Brian asks, throwing away another tissue. “That extra special birthday sex you were talking about,” Matt answers. Brian smirks, “I think I can manage that.” “Can you wear this outfit too?” Matt asks, “That’s my favorite outfit.” “Of course Matt,” Brian answers. ---x--- “So what’s in those boxes?” Brian smirks, he didn’t need to look on the dresser to know which boxes Matt is talking about. Brian grabs the tiny box, next to the large box, and walks towards Matt. “You can open this one,” said Brian, “This is the present the money went to. The other box I had already planned.” “Planned?” Matt asks as he accepts the box Brian gives him. “For the extra special birthday sex,” Brian answers. Matt raises an eyebrow and smirks. He resumes on opening the gift. “Brian… this is…” “You only have two pair,” Brian states, “and the brand you like are really expensive. These ones are custom made. …You really like them?” “Yeah,” Matt says as he admires the plugs he got. Black with a gold ‘M’ in the middle, and they were the right size. Matt took the silver ones out of his ears and put his brand new ones in. “How do they look?” Matt asks. “Great,” Brian says with a smile. Brian pushes Matt so he falls backwards on the bed. Brian straddles Matt’s lap. Matt could feel blood in his veins going south. “Remove your shirt,” Brian orders, “and get comfortable on the bed… Daddy.” Matt licks his lips then nods his head. Brian gets up and goes to the mystery box on the dresser. He opens it and pulls out a couple items. First, Brian wraps a black silk blindfold around Matt’s eyes. Then, Brian ties Matt’s hands together and then to the headboard of the bed with rope. He checks to make sure rope is nice and tight. Brian notices a lump growing in Matt’s jeans. “Eager, are we?” Brian asks as he slowly rubs the lump. A slight moan slips through Matt’s lips and his hips lift against Brian’s hand, trying to create more friction. “Ah-ah-aaah,” said Brian as lifts his hand away. “Dammit Brian,” Matt growls, ropes biting at his skin as he tries to move his hands. “Be patient Daddy,” said Brian, “It’ll be worth the wait. Just relax.” Brian slowly removes the rest of Matt’s clothing… one by one. Once Matt is completely naked, Brian stops and stares at Matt’s body like a delicious juicy steak. Brian licks his lips slowly as he admires his “Daddy’s” glorious body. Matt’s cock… harder than steel… and throbbing for attention. Brian goes to his box of goodies and grabs another item. He starts rubbing a vile of body oil in his hands. Brian walks over to Matt. He opens the bottle. Soon, Matt sniffs the air. “Apple Cinnamon,” said Matt, “The massage body oils?” “I remember you said this was your favorite,” said Brian. Matt smiles, “You’re my favorite.” Brian chuckles, “There are others?” “No,” Matt answers, “Makes it easier for you to be my favorite that way.” Brian pours some oil in his hand, rubs his hands together, and begins rubbing Matt’s chest and stomach. Matt moans, “Oh fuck Brian, that feels sooo fucken good.” “Good,” Brian replies. Brian pours a little more oil and starts rubbing Matt’s thigh. Matt’s hips respond, twitching for more. More moans escape Matt’s mouth. Brian was so hard in his leather shorts, he wanted to just take them off and ride Matt until his legs fall off. Brian had to resist, today was all about Matt. Licking his lips, Brian goes back to admiring the muscles Matt had. Matt felt heavenly relaxed as Brian works the kinks out of his body. Then ecstasy sets in once a pair of lips start sucking on the head of his cock. “Fuck Brian,” Matt growls as tries not to fuck Brian’s face. Brian bobs his head as his oiled hands rub Matt’s thighs. Brian pulls away, a line of saliva breaks away. “You like that Daddy?” Brian asks seductively. “I like it a lot,” Matt groans. “From now on,” said Brian, “You’re the only man I please like this… I promise.” Brian licks the underbelly of Matt’s cock, up the head, and lets his tongue dip into the slit of Matt’s cock. A moan escapes Matt’s mouth. Brian gets off the bed and wipes his hands. He pulls the blindfold off of Matt’s eyes. “Mmm… much better,” Matt says as he checks out Brian. Brian smirks as he slowly unzips his black sleeveless leather vest and removes it from his body. The smirks widens as Brian watches Matt try to wiggle out of the rope. “Silly Daddy,” said Brian, “You don’t get out of that rope until I untie it. I meant it when I said it’ll be worth the wait.” “You stripping before me doesn’t help,” said Matt. “Let me guess,” said Brian, “Leave the boots on, like every time I wear this outfit.” “Yes please,” Matt replies. Brian smiles, “Of course… Daddy.” Brian walks over to his box, putting extra sway in his hips. Matt slowly licks his lips as watches Brian. With his back still facing Matt, Brian slowly and seductively removes his black leather shorts. Matt catches something on Brian’s ass, shining in the light. It’s a cubic zirconium studded butt plug. “Keeping ourselves stretched out, are we?” Matt asks. “I definitely need it,” said Brian, his back still turned to Matt, “You’d tear me a new asshole to fuck if I didn’t stretch this one out.” “You bet your sweet delicious ass of yours I would,” Matt replies with a hungry smile. Brian smirks as returns his attention back to the box. He pulls out the bottle of lubricant. Brian walks over to the bed. He pulls out the studded butt plug and tosses it behind him, landing onto the dresser. Then, Brian squeezes some lube on his hand. He rubs it on Matt’s cock, coating it with a nice even layer. Brian then wipes his hand with a tissue before straddling Matt’s stomach. Brian leans over and unties the ropes. Matt stretches his arms and rubs his wrists. “Ready for the grand finale?” Brian asks before hitting the tip of his index finger seductively. “I’ve been ready this entire time Baby,” said Matt, “but trust me, I’ve been enjoying the ride.” Brian smiles, “You’re going to enjoy THIS ride too.” Brian lifts himself up a bit, lines up, and slides down Matt’s cock. Both making happy noises as Brian is being filed up. “Mmm I love this,” Brian says, his head tilted back and his eyes closed as if he is in sweet serenity. “I love this just as much as you do,” Matt says as he rubs Brian’s bare thighs. Brian smirks as he starts riding Matt. Brian moves his hips as he tries to find his spot. Matt moves his own hips to match with Brian, making him go deeper inside Brian. Once Brian found his prostate, he starts riding harder and faster with his back arching. Matt continues to match Brian’s thrusts. “Oh god yes,” Brian moans. Matt tries to sit up, but Brian pushes him down. Brian starts riding harder. Matt could tell Brian is taking control… too much control for Matt’s liking. Matt tries again. Brian pushes him down again and keeps his hands on the upper part of Matt’s rock hard chest, somewhat trying to keep Matt pinned down. There are two fires in Matt’s belly. One from sexual pleasure… and one from need of control. That second fire burns hotter and hotter. Matt finally manages to sit up, swoops Brian, and change positions so that Matt is now on top. Matt thrusts hard and deep… very deep. Brian arches his back, tilts his head, and moans loud and whorish. “Thought you could be in control, hmm?” Matt asks huskily in Brian’s ear, “You’re a naughty naughty boy Brian.” Matt slaps Brian’s ass. Brian moans, more pleasure than pain. Matt slaps Brian’s ass a few more times as he continues to assault Brian’s hole. “Oh god!” Brian moans, “Daddy!” “That’s right Baby,” Matt growls huskily, “Who owns you? …Who owns you, little slut?” “You do Daddy!” Brian moans loudly, “You do! Oh god!” Matt smirks, “You can just keep calling me Daddy.” “You smartass… Oh!” Brian arches his back more as his eyes roll back into his head and then shut tight, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes!” Matt rams his cock harder and faster. Brian got his brain unscrambled enough to move his hips in line with Matt’s. Brian could feel his nerve ending fry to a charred crisp with sexual pleasure. “Oh god Daddy!” Brian screams in pleasure, “Mmm fuck! Yes! Oh god yes! Daddy! Oh god Daddy!” “That’s right Baby,” said Matt, “Crumble from under me. You’re all mine Sweetheart.” Matt’s eyes began rolling back as Brian’s walls tighten around his dick. “You’re getting close, huh?” Mass asks, “Gonna come all over the bed?” “Yes!” Brian moans loudly, “Yes Daddy! Yes!” Matt’s thrusts start to get sloppy. “Daddy’s gonna come too Sweetheart,” Matt says huskily. “Come all in me Daddy,” Brian moans, “Show me… show me how much I pleasure you.” As his fingernails dig into Brian’s hips, bruising the area, Matt rams Brian with everything he’s got. Brian tries his best to move his hips in line with Matt, while his own fingernails dig into the flesh of Matt’s shoulder blades, as Brian feels his brain turn into a mushy puddle. One, two, three thrusts later and Brian screams “Daddy” as he comes, without his dick ever being touched, all over his and Matt’s stomach. It’s enough to drive Matt over the edge. He growls his lover’s name as he comes inside Brian. Matt pulls out but stays hovering on top of Brian, both men trying to catch their breath. Sweat drips off Matt’s body and onto Brian’s already sweaty body. “Can you help me take my boots off, Matt?” Brian asks, “I can feel them sticking to me.” Matt smiles, “Sure thing Babe.” Matt unzips Brian’s knee high boots and pulls them off, tossing them beside the bed. “Was this a good birthday?” Brian asks. Matt flops beside Brian and then lays on his back, “Yes it was. Thank you Brian.” A crooked frowning smirk appears on Brian’s face, “I promise I will never work Wednesday nights. I just needed the money for your present and-” “Brian I get it,” said Matt, “and I’ve forgiven you. You would do anything for me. I can see that from witnessing you suffering after that event. Something you did to get the money for such a great present. These plugs are quite expensive and I never expect you to get me these for a gift, or get them period. Brian I love you. I know being dancers means there’s more lines than a normal relationship. We just need to know what those lines are, see which lines are okay to cross, and ones that aren’t okay. Sounds like a deal?” Brian smiles slightly and nods, “Yeah, it does. And I love you too Matt.” Matt kisses Brian’s forehead. Brian, lying on his back, smirks mischievously. Matt notices the wheels in Brian’s head turning. “What?” Matt asks. Brian smiles, “I gotta think how to top your next birthday.”

Notes

I'm pretty sure there will be another seq