Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2022 19:05:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Freddy Bags His Daddy - installment 4

Hey folks.  We've been jumping back and forth in time in this tale, which
is confusing.  We're starting to converge on the present, and I'll try to
make as clear as possible where we are in this story.
And we start in the present, in John's office.  He's gotten two
promotions, and was offered bigger space, but he liked  "his man cave" as
he called it to everyone else and his "bitch cave" to Cheryl and
Pauline.  Pauline had been on maternity leave to have her first child,
and John almost went nuts with temporary assistants, which started people
calling him  "A real BITCH" and  "That queen bee."  Cheryl heard them.
She had a response defending her good friend.
"Yeah, he is a real bitch.  And a better attorney.  And get something
clear:  I'M the QUEEN bee.  John is THE EMPRESS."
If you were to look at the photos on John's desk, you'd see a photo from
a professional shoot he and fred did with a photographer.  This one has
fred wearing a mustard colored crew neck over a white shirt, his head
resting on his arms, with a "shit eating" grin on his face and those
sparkly, sparkly eyes that undid John every time.  The shit eating grin
is because although the photographer cropped it out of the photo, John
had his hand on fred's ass, and he was running a finger back and forth
over fred's crack, through fred's jeans.   Then there's a second photo:
John and fred on Fire Island, shirtless, dancing the way you'd expect
attorneys to dance, both covered with sweat.  A third photo is one of the
two of them standing on either side of Cheryl, just before she went into
the hospital to have HER baby.   John also has a picture of Angus,
sitting pensively on a coffee table, and one of that big old cat sitting
on fred's lap with fred stroking his ears.
If we jump to fred's office, there is another picture that is from that
photo set, but not one that he anticipated.  After the photographer had
finished a series of shots where fred was wearing the sweater, he had
taken it off and, when he wasn't aware of it, John grabbed him around the
middle and began tickling his belly.  The photographer had heard the
squeal from fred, and got the photo.  He also got the one of John bending
down slightly to kiss fred, and the one of John slipping his hands down
to squeeze fred's ass cheeks.  fred kept the one of them kissing on his
desk.  He kept the other one in a drawer and looked at it frequently,
especially if John was away on a business trip.  He looked at it now:
John was coming back from one of those trips that night, and if he had
been able to, fred would have thrown wood.  He couldn't because, if fred
or John went on a solo business trip, John locked fred in chastity.  fred
was locked now.  He couldn't wait for John to come back:  just in general
but also:  to release all the lust he had from their nightly facetime
sessions.  During some of them, John would jerk off for fred and tease
him about how he could do that and fred couldn't.

Ok, now we're jumping back to that first night:  the night the two of
them had dinner after fred saw John, and they would up in fred's hotel
room.  More precisely, we're at "the morning after," with fred gently
snoring as he slept on John's chest.  He didn't dream.  For the first
time in a LONG time he could afford to sleep without dreaming.   He felt
a tug on his hair.
"Hey, curly.  Wake up sleepy head."  fred looked up, sleep in his eyes,
and he saw John.
"This really happened, didn't it?" he asked and John laughed.
"Well, if you can't FEEL that it happened, I'm losing my touch. "  He
kissed fred's forehead and whispered  "you have a great ass, freddy."
"Thank you Sir.  It'll be better when I'm not so nervous."
John shifted and rolled on top of fred.  "So will I.  I was so scared I
was gonna hurt you.. or turn you het again."
fred couldn't embrace John because his wrists were pinned down, and he
just smiled.  "No question of me turning back now, Sir. And yeah, you did
hurt me.  In a good way.  " He paused and smiled.  "Not bad for an old
man."
John faked a frown.  "Not BAD for an OLD MAN? Listen up, bottom boy, this
OLD MAN is HARD again, and he's gonna take you right now. "
"NO, NO.  I was teasing.  I was.....   fuck..."  John's morning scruff
was rubbing across fred's neck and fred was torn between wanting more and
being afraid of being marked.
"I know what I'm doing, freddy.  I'm always in control.  You should know
that."
"I do Sir.  I do.  Just be patient with me."
"I CAN'T.  Not with that sweet ass I wanted for sooooooooooooooo long.  "
He paused  "I'm gonna let go of your wrists, you're gonna grab your
ankles, and I'm gonna make you hurt even more."
"Yes sir.  OH, yes Sir."  When fred grabbed his ankles, John made small
circles around his hole.  If he hadn't shot into fred the night before,
his tongue would be in there now but... for the not too distant future.
For now though, he just growled and filled fred's ass again.
"HOLY FUCK SIR.  You're bigger than last night."
"Yeah.  Not bad for an OLD MAN, huh, whelp?"  John wasn't nervous the way
he had been the night before, and this time his thrusts weren't rough, or
frantic.  They were slow, deep, almost caressing, and this time, fred DID
wrap his arms around him.
"YES.  YES.  It was worth the wait Sir."  John pushed in hard.  "You
won't have to wait anymore sweet stuff."  John took his time, but he was
still ravenous for this sweet young man, and after he shot into fred, he
pinned his arms down again, and slowly jerked fred until he shot.
"I think I shot more than you did, kiddo"  John teased fred.
"Maybe you were more eager to see me than I was to see you. But I doubt
it."

A little later, John was lost in thought as they were eating breakfast.
"This syrup isn't as good as the stuff from home," fred said, through a
mouthful of pancakes.  John was thinking  "pancakes.  With syrup.  And
butter. Half and half in his coffee. "  John was eating a bowl of oatmeal
with raisins and coffee with 1% milk.  "Do I deserve this?  Do I have the
right to this?"  John was thinking of all the things people would call a
hot young man who was with an older one.  fred was new to this:  in a
way, how DARE he?"  He broke off that thought, though, as fred plowed
through the pancakes and snarked.
"Well, I'd bet the sausage here is better than anything you'd get
upstate."  He smiled and fred nearly spat out a mouthful of pancake.
"I don't doubt that, but I haven't tasted any of your sausage yet Sir"
"YET."  John smiled.  "There's time."
"Speaking of..." fred looked at his watch.  I gotta eat fast because I'm
supposed to meet with a broker to look at apartments. "
John rarely did things impulsively.  He did right then.  "How about...
how about you cancel on the broker and let me show you some places.  I
have one in particular in mind that I know is available."  fred had
suspicions, but he played along.
"Look, just take a little time and let me show it to you.  You can say
no. I don't get a commission."
"Well, let's go."  As John pulled out his wallet, fred stopped him.
"Paid off my loans quick, like you suggested.  I got this."

John opened the door to his apartment.
"So it's a two bedroom, two bathroom.  Pretty big.  The second bedroom is
up the spiral staircase."
"HOLY SHIT.  THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE?"  John smiled and shook his head.
"Now, here are the downsides of the place.  You'd have to share the
bedroom with the guy who's in it already, and be ready for the fact that
he likes his sex hard and rough .  And...." He took fred's arm and led
him to Angus' bed. "This guy has to accept you.  Angus, meet fred.  "
fred crouched down and looked at Angus who thoroughly ignored him.
"Hey Angus.  I heard about you. You're better looking than your daddy
said you were." He felt John's hand on his shoulder, squeezing.  Angus
yawned, and went back to sleep.
"He likes you, freddy."
"He does? How can you tell?"
"He ignored you.  No self respecting cat simply ignores someone he
doesn't like."   fred started standing up and John helped him.
"Are you asking me to move in with you, Sir?"
"If I could, I'd TELL you you're moving in with me."   fred swallowed and
put his hands behind his back.
"You could do that Sir.  You were always the boss.  To me, you still are.
"
John smiled.  "Well, then, as I used to tell you, "get to work." It took
fred a minute to understand what John meant, and then he smiled back.
"Yes sir."  He got on his knees in front of John, opened his zipper, and
took Johns semi-flaccid cock in his mouth.  He had it fully hardened in
less than ten minutes, and when John came, and they were cuddling, fred
turned to him.
"You were right, Sir.  Best sausage I've ever tasted."

They moved fred's stuff in that afternoon and the next day.  There wasn't
much really:  books, some photos, including some of he and Kelly
together,  his clothes, odds and ends.  He hadn't brought everything
because he figured he'd have that shipped from upstate after he found a
place.  As they unpacked fred's clothes, John was impressed.  Kelly had
either shopped well, or taught him well.  The junky stuff fred had worn
when he worked for John was gone, and there were beautiful fabrics and
colors.  Except for... the shirt fred had worn the night they... seduced
each other.
"I remember this shirt"  John said as he was putting it aside to be
laundered.
"I knew you would Sir.  Pauline told me every time I wore it, you had a
smile on your face.  So did Cheryl."
"WAIT.  So those two witches knew everything, TALKED to you about it,
and..."
"To be honest Sir, it wasn't hard to see.  EVERYONE knew how you felt,
especially me.  And everyone was waiting for you to slip.  If you had, I
wouldn't have said anything but thank you but... you never did."
John needed a minute to absorb all of this information.  "You can wear
that shirt at home, but not outside. Unless I'm with you. If I felt that
way, some other guy will too.  And let me make something clear"
"You don't have to Sir.  It's clear.  I didn't come to NY looking for a
man.  I came here looking for YOU. "  He hugged John.  "Is there
something I should call you other than Sir?"
John thought back to breakfast that morning.  "Something that turns me on
- turns me on BIG TIME - is the thought of you calling me Daddy.  So,
when I call you freddy, that's how I want to be addressed. "
"Yes sir."  John smiled and looked at fred.  "You didn't call me freddy.
By the way... I LOVE being called freddy. Especially when a man gives me
orders
"OH, you're gonna be taking a LOT of orders, freddy"
"Didn't I once tell you no one would work harder for you than I would?  I
meant that generally."
John laughed.  "No you didn't.  You were so goddamn scared of me, you'd
have said anything."
"You're right Sir.  But after the first year, yeah, if you had called me
into your office, closed the door and told me to get on my knees, I would
have done it."
"Well, let's pretend we're restarting your first year working for me. GET
TO WORK."
"yes sir."  freddy got on his knees and opened up John's pants.  He
didn't expect John's cock to be as hard as it was, but....
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
After John shot a load down fred's throat, he smiled.  "Welcome home
freddy."

fred asked if he could get himself cleaned up after they had finished
finding places for fred to put his things.   Toward the end, the intercom
bell rang.
"I thought we probably wouldn't be in a mood to go out tonight, freddy,
so I ordered dinner in.  Is that ok for you?"
"It's fine, Daddy.  I would've probably been eating take out and watching
a movie."
"A dirty one?"  John smiled, and fred blushed.
"They don't have a good selection of gay ones, Sir.  I did look."
"Well, if you're in the mood I have a good collection.  Now let's get the
food. "
When John opened the bags, he had an evil grin on his face.
"I ordered dessert too. But you're not getting it unless...."   fred saw
that it was cheesecake with kumquat compote on it."
"You still have a wicked sense of humor Sir.  KUMQUAT KUMQUAT KUMQUAT."
"And now that you know you're gonna get my cock, you'll do anything.  I
like that in a bottom.  Now gimme a few minutes.  I need to change."
John came back in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt.  When they sat down
to eat, he took fred's hand.
"I have a lot of idiosyncracies, fred.  More than when you worked for
me."
"MORE?"  fred asked, faking surprise.
"Yes, more.  This is actually one that I did have when you were around.
Dating steve just made it worse.  Tonight's ok, it's been a rough, busy,
stressful time but.... I want you dressing better around the house,
especially for dinner.  Shorts and a t shirt are fine for the gym but..
my boy needs to look good."
fred smiled.  "Remember when I asked you for wardrobe advice, Sir, and
you sent me to Kelly?"
"How could I forget?  I guess now that's my job."
"I'll reward you Sir."
"Damn right you will.  I don't want you wearing work clothes around the
house.  You look sexy in work clothes, but... I'll be doing some shopping
with you tomorrow.  Make sure you write down the size of that shirt you
tried to seduce me by wearing and..."
"EXCUSE ME SIR?  TRIED to seduce you?"
"Sweetcakes, I was already seduced.  I was spending the night with you
whether you changed or not. Now, if I may finish..."
"Sorry Sir"  (John used to say that a LOT when fred was working for him.
).  Write down the size of those ratty jeans too, because that's going to
be our starting point."
"Yes sir.  I'll make you want me all the time"
"Too late for that freddy.  Now eat your dinner.  You may need your
strength because, you never know if I'll want you again when we go to
bed."

John was actually too tired to take fred again, but he dreamed about it.
He was still dreaming about it when the alarm went off at 6.
"HUH?  WHAT TIME IS IT?"  fred broke out of sleep, and John bent down and
kissed him.  "Time for you to go back to sleep, and time for me to go to
the gym."
"At SIX SIR?"
"Yeah, at six.  Better to get it done than wait.  " He reached around and
grabbed fred's cock.  "As you're going to learn, because young man...
after you get yourself settled, you'll be going with me.  For now... get
your sleep.  Dream about your hot sweaty Daddy coming back from the gym
and wanting his pits licked before he showers. "
John wanted more than that.  Exercise got him horny, and thinking of that
hairy  guy in his bed got him hornier.
fred had never given two blow jobs in  twelve hours but... there's a
first time for everything.  And he had never licked a man's sweaty pits
before.  GOD did he LOVE it."

And now to jump forward again.  Remember, fred was in chastity, waiting
for John to come back from a business trip?  He was so excited because...
well, he didn't like sleeping in that bed alone.  John would be back late
that night.  He began to think about cooking dinner but.. he laughed to
himself.  He'd burn down the apartment.  He checked the clock.  7pm.  Ok,
time to get home.  He went through his list:  he HAD gone to the gym that
day, he had an outfit ready for when John came home, and Angus had been
fed.  Time to get moving.  He expected John at about 9:30/10:00.
When fred got home, he changed:  the tight jeans John loved, a close
fitting pale colored button down.  John liked undressing fred, so he only
opened one button.  As he left the bedroom, and headed toward the kitchen
to see if Angus needed food, he felt John's arm around his middle.
"SURPRISE sweetypoo."
"OH.  OH SHIT YOU SCARED ME. "
"And you made me harder. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
"I was gonna feed Angus Sir."
"Angus had been fed.  Now, let's get moving.  I wanna give you your
present."  fred pretended to try to squirm out of John's grip.  There was
no way he could, but he knew John got even hotter when he struggled.
When John was on top of him, and kissing his face all over, fred
whispered.
"I missed you Daddy."
"I missed my boy too.  I missed him a LOT.  " As he was frenching freddy,
John began opening the jeans.  He slipped them down, and handled freddy's
balls.
"You've been good, freddy?"
"Yes Daddy."
"You looked but didn't touch?"
"I didn't do much looking either Daddy.  Other than at your picture."
"Good boy.  Now.... Let me get my welcome back prize."  He pushed
freddy's legs up the way he had so many other times.
"I think I wanna taste my boy tonight."
"OH YES DADDY PLEASE."  freddy had always protested when Kelly had wanted
him to eat her, but now... now that John was doing it to him, he
understood.  He LOVED the feeling of John's tongue going up in his ass.
"YES DADDY YES.  OH I'M GLAD I'M CAGED.  I'D BE SHOOTING IN YOUR FACE
DADDY.OOOOOOOOOOOOH."
"You wanna get unlocked freddy boy?"
"Yes Daddy, yes.  PLEASE..."
"After I get what's coming to me...."  John's cock felt thicker, and
maybe longer to freddy as he braced himself for the hard, thorough
fucking he always got after business trips.  He could feel his trapped
cock begging for release.  He hadn't gotten used to it, even after this
time."
"Your glutes feel so good freddy boy.  You did your squats."
"Yes Daddy. I know you like me tight so.... "
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YOU FUCKER" came out of John's mouth as freddy
contracted those glutes, and his eyes had that wicked shine in them.
"Let my cock go or I'm gonna tickle the shit outta you. "  When John
found out how ticklish freddy was, it had been a week of torture for the
young man.  John explored EVERY area of freddy's body with his fingers,
and he never forgot one spot that was more sensitive than the others.
"I don't want to Daddy but..."
"You want a tickling."
"NO DADDY NO....."  fred relaxed and John drove in even more.  The final
push set him off.
"FILL ME DADDY . FILL YOUR BOY.  PLEASE.  I MISSED YOU OH SHIT DID I MISS
YOU."
"I missed you too freddy.  Face time and pictures didn't do it for me.
But...."  He rolled off freddy.  "Now, let me get that key and... then
you'll get your present."
"I thought your cock was my present Daddy."
"Heh heh.  No.  Your ass was MY present.  For you..."  He unlocked the
cage.  "I got you this.  And I'm gonna use it on you. "  He showed freddy
a very small vibrator.  About the size of a thick marker.
"Kelly had one of those," freddy thought, but didn't say anything.
Sometimes he thought he was to John what Kelly had been to him - except
freddy was much more receptive to John's needs than Kelly had ever been
to his.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"  John had begun running the vibrator
over freddy's balls.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK.  "
"Ha ha.  Now, you see why I REALLY have to lock you up when I'm not here
freddy?  I can't have  you using this without me being around."
"But... but.... OH SHIT DADDY I'M GONNA SHOOT."
"Go ahead ursino.  Let me see your geyser."  Before John, fred had
masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice.  John had caught him
doing it once and just watched.  When he found out it was fred's second
time that day, he smiled ruefully.  "I used to be able to do that.  "
And as freddy shot the accumulation of the trip into the air, John
grabbed some of it in one hand.  He used the fingers of his other hand to
rub freddy's very sensitive cock head, because he loved the way fred
screamed without sound when he did.
"No business trips for a while kiddo.  I'm afraid to say you're stuck
with me for at least three months. "
"And tomorrow I'll be stuck TO you Daddy, unless you let me clean up."
"Yeah, clean up.  Still got time to get some late dinner."
freddy went into the Master bathroom, and John went off to the second one
to clean himself off.  First, though, he took the SECOND present out and
put it in his "private" drawer.  You probably guessed what it was.  It
was an engagement ring.  Not yet, but soon...