Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2022 20:56:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Freddy Bags his Dadddy - installment 1 (authoritarian, relationships)

fred came out of the bedroom when he finished dressing:  tight blue
oxford shirt, fitted the way John liked it, tight faded jeans, black
socks (how many times had John tied socks like that together to gag him?)
penny loafers.  He had a plan.  He was smart and he knew how to get what
he wanted.  "freddy, are you going to work today?"  It was a Saturday.
He and John were both attorneys, and both spent a fair number of weekends
"at the office" for at least part of it.
"freddy."  That meant he wanted to be called "Daddy" for now. Had he
called him "fred," that meant Sir
"No Daddy.  I just thought I'd ... I'd dress the way you like me to
dress."  freddy's tastes were much more casual and less expensive.  But
he knew.. he knew how to push John's buttons and now, as he cracked his
big smile, the sparkle in his dark brown eyes came out.
"If you're staying at home, how do you wear your shirt, freddy?  We've
been over this?"  Yes, they had, and freddy knew that if he could get
John just a little riled.  Just a little...
"Two buttons opened Daddy."
"Why aren't they?"
freddy was about to answer but.. he knew that John had figured him out.
freddy was smart.  John was smarter.  And older by 17 years.
"The second one's not opened because you're trying to get punish fucked,
right?"
freddy stood in the middle of the room.  He didn't lower his head, but he
put his hands behind his back.
"Yes Daddy."
"HUH.  Why can I read you like a book freddy?  Well,maybe, just maybe but
first...."  John came out of the kitchen  and cupped the back of freddy's
neck.  The way he did that:  it went back to when they first knew each
other.  Ten years ago.  Back when John was the head of his department,
and fred had come looking for a job.  Back when fred was dating women.
He felt the fingers on the back of his neck.
"I think I'd rather get blown than fuck you.  Get on your knees."
"Yes Daddy."
"Make sure that moustache of yours doesn't tickle my balls.  And keep
that beard clean too."
"Yes Daddy.  Shall I ..."
"Teeth.  Just teeth."  freddy knelt down in front of his Master, his
lover, his Daddy.  Sometimes he thought about him as the man who saved
him too.  John hated it when freddy said that, so he didn't say it
often.  But he thought it.  A lot.  Now, though, he just thought about
getting John's zipper opened so that he could get his lips around John's
clearly hard cock.
"MMMMMM.  It's good Daddy"  freddy lapped at John's cock head as John
buried his hands in that mop of dark, curly black hair that he loved so
much.  He began to push freddy's head forward, and freddy resisted
slightly, the way he knew Daddy liked his blow jobs.
"I said SUCK ME BOY" . John had a dark baritone voice during sex that
drove freddy crazy.
"Yes Daddy"  He deep throated John, and he heard John whisper  "OH FUCK
YOU LITTLE SUCKER."  freddy WAS on the short side, but not all that
short.  John, on the other hand, stood 6'2".  His blue eyes and brown
hair , going gray, drove freddy a little crazy.  In the last few years,
freddy realized they always had, he had just run from it, until....
He felt John getting harder in his mouth.  Then he felt his head pulled
back.  John was breathing hard.
"Get your pants down, boy.  You're gonna get what you want."
"Yes Daddy.  Thank you Daddy. "  freddy stood up so that he could unzip,
and before he could get on all fours, he felt John's hand on his neck
again.  John dragged him over to the back of the sofa, bending him over
it.
"OH GOD DADDY OH GOD.  You're so big.  SO BIG."
"Know why, boy?  Cause my boy turns me on so damn much.  That's why I'm
so hard.  You like your Daddy hard?" He began sliding into freddy.
"Oh yeah Daddy.  Oh yeah.  I LOVE it when you own my ass. "  John was
doing just that.  DAMN he loved his boy.  DAMN he wanted him every day of
the week, and twice on Sundays as his mother used to say.  This week, it
might be twice on Saturday AND Sunday:  it wasn't even noon, and he was
fucking freddy.  He had fucked him the night before. After he tied him
up.  That was something he had to teach freddy to like, and now, he loved
it.  Like he loved the way John pile drove him:  pulling all the way out,
and then ramming home.
"Hurting you boy?"
"A little Daddy."
"That's because you make me SO GODDAMN HARD BOY"
"Thank you Daddy.  It's my job to make you hard.  And to take your load.
"
"You got a LOT of jobs freddy.  LOTS of them.  NOW TAKE THE LOAD."  He
began shooting into freddy.  As he did, John wondered what it was about
this boy?   They had been together now for three years, and... he wanted
him more. Maybe he was making up for the seven years of... not having
what he wanted.  Maybe freddy felt that too.  Whatever it was... the
transformation in both of them, over the last three years, was amazing.
"You didn't get to cum last night did you boy?"
"No Daddy.  You locked me up. "
"Tell me the truth.  Did you dress this way to get me to let you shoot?"
freddy smiled.
"Yes Daddy."
"It worked boy.  You get to cum."
"Please Daddy.  You do it better than I do."  When freddy wanted
something, he could give John the softest doe eyes. He always got it -
then he paid for it with his ass and mouth, but this time, he already
had.  John smiled.
"On the bed.  Spread out.  "  freddy smiled.
"Thank you Daddy."
"MOVE.  Before I change my mind."
He didn't.  He was in the bedroom in five minutes.  freddy came in
fifteen.  And then they were cuddling, freddy firmly in the grip of the
man he loved.
What a story for these two.

Ten years before, John had been practicing law for twenty years. He had
worked hard, and now, he was a middle level partner in a big law firm.
His specialty involved a high degree of technical knowledge.  John used
to joke that he would see patients in between working on his cases,
because he had to know more medicine than most doctors.  His department
ALWAYS needed people.  ALWAYS.  There weren't many available.    One day,
the woman who coordinated recruitment, stopped by his office.
"Hey John. I know it's short notice, but we have someone coming in
tomorrow.  I'd like you to interview him if you have time.  He has a
biology degree."
John looked up and smiled.  "I'll make time.  Tell me when."
"Two o'clock?"
"Consider it done.  Tell Pauline to make sure it's on my schedule so my
scatter brain self doesn't forget it."
Christine laughed.  John was probably the LEAST scattered attorney at the
office, but he had learned how to play along.
John worked late that night.  He worked late most nights.  He was lonely,
but he hadn't found  "the one," and he was getting tired of "one for a
night."  His tastes mitigated against finding someone easily:  he liked
older men:  big ones, who put up a fight.  And yielded.  But he wanted
the man to be smart too.  When his buddies teased him about his list of
demands, he'd just say  "Is it too much to ask for a hot, built, smart
guy who bottoms?"  One friend had spoken truth:  "they're out there
John.  But they're all straight."

"John, let me introduce Fred Post."  John had forgotten about the
interview because they were late.  In all the time he had been at this
firm, he hadn't gotten used to the fact that everyone was ALWAYS late.
It was 2:20.  He looked up at a thin, nervous looking man, who had a sort
of rough, blue collar look about him. He wore a suit that was clearly the
first one he had ever owned.  "He needs a girlfriend to shop for him,"
John thought.  "That suit is awful."  So was the shirt.  Polyester?  Was
the necktie clip on?
"Nice to meet you Fred.  Do you need a drink of water or something before
we start? "
"I'm fine Sir. But thank you. "
"Ok, I'll leave the two of you.  I'll be back at around 3, ok?"
"Sounds good Chris.  Thanks."
John looked at the resume'.  Meh.  Bachelor's degree (John was ABD: all
but dissertation), a college he had never heard of, a mediocre law
school, but Fred had excelled there.  Dean's list.  Honors.  Everything.
And clearly scared to death.  John knew why.  A firm like his generally
didn't interview anyone from any school other than the top ten in the
country, and if they DID interview someone from another school, that
candidate HAD to have stellar grades.  The firm was a little looser with
people who could fit into John's department, and he supposed that's how
Fred had made it this far.
Most of the candidates John had interviewed had a certain swagger, a
certain "sheen" of guile or confidence.  He hated it.  Fred didn't have
it.  He was CLEARY scared. CLEARLY nervous.  But he interviewed well.  He
answered every question directly.  John always asked about science too,
and Fred knew his science.  He was enjoying the interview, and he was
also enjoying thinking about how hot Fred could be if he knew some
grooming and dressing techniques.  Soon , it was 3 minutes to 3.
"Ok, Fred, we have to finish up now, so I like to take this time to let
applicants say anything they want to, even if it's something about how
they hate my haircut."  Fred laughed at that.  "So, whaddya got to tell
me, Mr. Post."  Fred looked down to compose himself.  He took a deep
breath.
"It's this Sir. Just this.  I know I don't have the background most of
your lawyers do.  I know I'll always look like the unfinished piece of
wood in the wall, but I hope you'll believe me.  NO ONE will work as hard
for you as I will.  I can promise you that."
John had never heard that before.  He looked at Fred, who couldn't keep
the stare.
"You mean that, don't you Fred?"
"Yes Sir.  I do."  John smiled.  Christine was at the door.  He stood up.
"I've enjoyed this meeting Fred.  I hope I get to see you again."
"That's mutual Sir.   Thank you for your time."
When someone applied for a job at the firm, five people interviewed that
candidate. John's evaluation would be taken in consideration with the
others, but... it WAS a position for a technical lawyer, and Fred met the
bill.  He wrote a positive review.  A very positive one.
A week later, Christine came by to tell John they were making an offer to
Fred.  She and John had a deal: if they were looking to hire someone who
would work with John's group, she would give John a chance to talk to
them . John was out at the firm, but if you didn't know him, of course
you didn't know.  There had been "issues" with some people in the firm,
who couldn't work with a gay man, so he always tried to give newbies an
"out."
"I'll give him a call, Chris.  Take him to lunch.  Thanks. "
He called and got Fred's voice mail.
"Hey Fred.  John Mason here.  You're gonna be getting an offer to come
and work with my group.  I want you to look before you leap, so how about
you let me take you to lunch and tell you about the job?"
When Fred heard the message, he was shaking.  HE GOT A JOB.  He got one
at a firm as good as the one his girlfriend had gotten, at a different
law firm.  She had gone to better schools, and the firms were falling
over each other to hire her.  Fred was having more problems.  He had
gotten offers, but this was the best one.   He called back the next day.
"Hey, Mr. Mason, it's Fred Post.  How are you?"
"First of all, I'm pissed because you called me Mr. Mason, Fred.  I'm
John.  Last person alive who called me Mr. Mason socially was my first
grade nun.  Hmmm.  Wait a minute.  I think she's dead too.  Anyhow,
SOOOOOOOOOOOO.  First of all congratulations.  Now the fun starts.  You
wanna have lunch to talk?"
"Uh, sure.  When?"  John gave him a time and the restaurant's name and
address.
"And Fred... no need to dress up for lunch, ok.  We're business casual
here during work time, and I don't like it when rookies outdress me, so..
.business casual."
"Ok Mr... I mean John."  John laughed.
"I'll see you next week."
Off the phone, Fred called his girlfriend.  THIS was something that
wasn't in "the plan." Yeah, he knew that firms had gone to business
casual, but he didn't think he had to be ready for that until he started
a job.  He owned flannels.  Ratty jeans.  And one white shirt and one
suit.  And he didn't know how to shop for clothes.   When he called
Kathy, she laughed so hard he got angry.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY KATHY!  I WANNA IMPRESS THIS GUY."
Kathy kept laughing.  "I know, I know. I'm... hahahahahahahahahaha.
Yeah, I'll take you shopping, but plan on using your first paycheck to
buy me a Chanel purse. "

"Hmmm.  Someone's helping him.   There's a girlfriend. Good."  John was
waiting for Fred at the restaurant.  He held out his hand.
"Hey, congratulations. Whether you take the job or not, you got the
offer.  Can't take that back from you."  Fred blushed.
"Thanks.  I... I appreciate the trust you have in me."
"That's a good word Fred, but I think it's more trust in ME.  What you
said at the end of our meeting.... let me be honest.  I was thinking yes
before we ended, but then... it became YES in all capitals. You're not
gonna let me down, that I know.  I just hope I don't disappoint you."
"Well, John, I did my research and the word is that you're impeccable.
There's a story going around that says when you review junior lawyer
work, you pick out words and ask them to define them."  Fred began to
laugh.  John smiled.
"That's true.  Did you hear the one that I give every newbie two gifts:
a dictionary, and a CD of their favorite artist?"
"I didn't hear that one.  It's an odd combination."
"PHEH.  The dictionary for obvious reasons.  The CD because music can be
soothing after you get back a piece of work that looks like I sacrificed
a goat over it, because of the red."
Fred laughed.  "I heard you're tough."
John smiled .  "Did you also hear I was gay? "
Fred blushed again.  "That IS something I heard."  John sighed.
"Well, I wanted to bring it up because that's true too.  And a lot of
people are uncomfortable working underneath a gay guy." John paused.  I
said that the wrong way. "  He began to laugh and Fred did too.  "You
know what I mean.  Don't make me more uncomfortable. I just wanna make
sure you're good with that."
Fred didn't miss a beat.  "Does the job involve sleeping with you?
OOPS.  THAT came out wrong."
"Ha ha.  No, it came out just right.  No, the job does NOT involve
sleeping with me.  First of all, I almost never sleep.  I'm awake all
night thinking of fiendish projects for young lawyers.  But all kidding
aside, no.  I keep my private life PRIVATE and I
l'll expect that from you too. No complaining that you had a fight with
your girlfriend...."
"How did you know I have a girlfriend."  John sighed.
"Ok.  Remember this explanation because you may change your mind about
working for a gay man.  You picked the outfit you interviewed in, didn't
you?"
"Yeah.  So?"
"Well, I'd ask your girlfriend about it."
"BUT HOW DID YOU KNOW?"
"Because now it was important, you looked at your clothes, decided they
weren't right and called someone for help."  He paused.  "Fred, trust
me.  Women LOVE buying clothes for their men.  Women LOVE buying clothes
for me. Ask her.  Let her pick your clothes for you, you'll be much
better off.  But to the point. NO, no sexual drama, no personal drama,
NADA in the office."
Fred was shaking his head.  "I can live with that.  I can work with that.
" He smiled.  "So, do  you want to know who my favorite artist is?"
Yeah, I do.
When Fred started the job two months later, he had a complete set of
really excellent business casual wear, a big dictionary, and a CD by
Coltrane on his desk.
He didn't know he had a boss who was going to become smitten with him, or
that he'd become smitten with his boss.
Which one happened first?  Stick around.