Daddy's Forbidden Room

Kevin laughed and rolled into his arms. “No, thank you. Tell me about your tattoos. Why the ravens?”

“I’m a Ravenclaw.”

Sandro kept a straight face, so it took Kevin several seconds to process that it was a joke. “Oh, my God! Daddy! Tell me the truth,” he whined and gave Daddy a playful shove.

“It’s just something private,” Sandro said and kissed Kevin’s head to soften the blow.

Kevin groaned. “You could have just lied.” Because being told that they weren’t close enough for Sandro to tell him was like being poked with a needle.

Sandro shook his head. “I omit, but I don’t lie. We’re all allowed secrets.”

Kevin pointed to the dark shape of a house outside. “Is your home a secret?”

Sandro put his arm over Kevin’s shoulders and pulled him close, instantly dispersing the earlier unease. “In a way.”

“So how is it that you’ve had other boys over there, and I can’t go in?”

Sandro kissed his ear before nuzzling the sensitive skin. “Is that something you want? What about that art college you told me about? Because the thing is that when I invite a boy, it’s for the long term. A year at minimum, and there are rules. You would be technically allowed to leave, it’s not a prison, but if you did, you wouldn’t be allowed back.”

Kevin swallowed, focusing on the shape in the darkness. He’d wanted answers, curiosity was a tight spring in his chest that couldn’t wait to be unwound, but now that he was getting a glimpse of the truth, he wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

“How so?”

“Kevin, are you just nosy, or actually interested?”

Kevin swallowed. He’d been trying to gauge the situation without putting his pride on the line, but as he looked into Sandro’s handsome face, into the dark, mysterious eyes, to the lips that promised so many pleasures, he decided it was time to open up his heart, because otherwise he might lose his chance.

“I don’t want this to be just one night.” Saying it out loud felt like drowning, his chest heaving with emotion even though he knew how irrational that was. “And I can’t afford art college next year anyway. My parents… I’m not exactly homeless, they’d take me back, but we’ve been arguing a lot since I came out, and I want to do things my way. But I don’t know what you actually need. The idea of spanking turns me on, but if you’re looking for some kind of live-in slave, locked in a cage, whips, chains, shock collars—”

Sandro laughed and put his hand over Kevin’s lips to silence him before he embarrassed himself further. “I like a bit of fun bondage, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I have a… stressful job, so when I come back here, I want someone to care for, to be soft with. Not someone new every time, but someone I know, and someone who is my comfort.”

Kevin’s heart yearned to leap out of his chest and into Sandro’s hands. He couldn’t believe the sense of longing triggered by Sandro’s honest words. All his cocky dreams about hooking up with guys, about fucking around and being desired by many dispersed in the face of the stability and affection this man offered.

Sandro nuzzled Kevin’s cheek. “Of course I also want to fuck that boy senseless, and I want to do that bare. I want you to take my cum, to swallow, and to wear panties if I ask you to. But I’d be loyal to you, so I’d be horny whenever I come back from a business trip.”

Heat drizzled all the way down to Kevin’s balls, and his tender hole throbbed in the anticipation of another fuck. Already Sandro’s vision was a wet dream made reality.

“I would pay generously for our year together, but I wouldn’t want you to force yourself to stay if you changed your mind, so you’d be proportionately reimbursed for the time spent here either way. But the rules stay the same. If you left, you wouldn’t be allowed back.” Sandro looked at the water outside with a melancholic expression that made Kevin imagine that there were boys who’d walked out on him, and despite Sandro having the upper hand in this situation, his feelings ended up hurt.

“What’s the catch, other than not being able to leave?” Kevin asked, surprised when he realized he was getting breathless. Even though they hadn’t agreed on anything yet, he had the profound sense that he was on the brink of a pivotal moment in his life.

“You really are interested.” Sandro cocked his head and pushed back some of Kevin’s wet hair.

Kevin nodded and entwined his fingers with Sandro’s. “I’m an adult. I can do whatever I want with my year.”

“You would be under my care which means I’d spoil you rotten, but there’s more rules, and I would expect you to adhere to them and punish you by spanking if you didn’t. And I don’t mean the playful slaps on the ass you got today, because we can do that for fun. I mean a spanking that will leave you regretting what you’ve done. I’m a soft Daddy, I don’t have many rules, but some are non-negotiable.”