Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2019 18:35:30 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Ahmed's Cub - Ch. 3

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Story Recap: Ahmed, a fit, Egyptian man of 24 years meets the boy of his
dreams in Dylan who is newly 18. Dylan was in a deep depression over the
tragic loss of his parents in a car accident. Dr. Colton Takada administers
a procedure that relieves Dylan of his illness but also instills in him a
deep desire and obedience for Ahmed.


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Ahmed's Cub

Ch.3 - The Recovery

By Emri & Xelos

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Dylan laid there against my pecs rubbing his hands over my chest hair and
inhaling my scent. It made him so hard and his briefs tented against my leg
as my hand opened the back of them and my finger explored his unopened
hole.

I was so ready to open him, make him my boy. He purred as his soft, pale
cheek rubbed against my dark, muscled pecs. He lipped at my brown nipple
with his needy lips, pink and full. I was raging in my boxer briefs and
ready to seed what was mine.

Then the door began to open. With my right hand I pulled the covers over us
as Dr. Takada poked his head in. I shot him a glare and a slight growl at
the interruption of claiming my prize. Then I remembered we were guests in
his home and owed him a debt I could never hope to repay for Dylan's
transformation and recovery. He looked startled.

"I apologize, doctor. I let our time get away from me," I offered.

"It's understandable. My husband was like that after my procedure many
years ago, but we are on a time crunch here. We must get protein into the
boy and then run some tests. His body has been through quite a workout and
he needs some meat in him," Dr. Takada said.

"Yes, I was about to give him some." I smirked. Dr. Takada laughed.

"Take a shower and meet me in the kitchen. The chef is preparing a meal for
you two. It is imperative that we run some tests and ensure that he is
healing properly! I'll have the housekeeper change the bedding and clean up
in here. Do hurry!" he urged. I nodded.

He left us then and I reluctantly detached the boy from my side. He whined
and looked up at me with those angelic, ice blue eyes that I'd slay armies
for. I hated to move him, but I had to make the tough choices for us.

I got to my feet then helped him to his. He was a little wobbly as we
walked to the bathroom. I would let him recover before taking him as he
needed. He made it to the bathroom with my hand supporting his back. I
started the shower then helped him out of his briefs.

"I feel a little dizzy... Am I that skinny?" Dylan noted. I turned to look at
him. He was admiring himself in the mirror and looked like he had awoken
from a fog and could see how much he had wasted away.

"Beautiful..." I said then caught myself. His pail, light frame showed an
All-American boy reduced in size by months of depression and missed meals.
He was so beautiful, but so small. I knew I would have to get him to eat
more and get back to workouts. With a little lifting and proper meals he
would be showroom new. His muscles would develop nicely.

His boy cock was nothing to be ashamed of. It started to rise as I moved on
him. He had a small patch of light brown hair just above it, but smooth,
perfect boy balls and a dusting of light hair on his legs. I wouldn't want
him shaved or waxed. He was an effortless, natural boy.

"You're beautiful," I told him. I came up behind him in front of the
mirror. My hulking frame outlined his with darker skin and heavy muscle
mass.

"You're pretty hot yourself, daddy. Legit swole!" he joked to point out my
bulked muscles. Hearing him call me that made my stomach fill with
butterflies. My cock was raging hard and pressed in between his milky
cheeks. I slid my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his
shoulder.He was only a few inches shorter than me, but gravely smaller.

"You're my perfect boy. I feed and care for you until you are healthy
again. I will not leave your side until you are ok," I promised. He smiled
and blushed.

I pushed him towards the shower and we washed each other. We were both rock
hard and leaking, but I knew we were in a hurry to get him fed and
examined. I couldn't fuck him thinking he might pass out or be in
danger...  Again, being a daddy is hard work.

+++

We dressed and found Dr. Takada in the kitchen working on a laptop at the
bar. The chef was finishing two plates of grilled lamb and vegetables. He
set the plates in front of us with glasses of juice.

"The food is halal!" The Asian chef said with a smile. "I looked up the
recipe online."

"Thank you," I said and Dylan looked at me with confusion. "It is food
acceptable to the Muslim diet, prepared in a way that is safe and healthy."

"You can't eat regular people food?" he asked with the ignorance of youth.

"It is regular food... You've been to Egypt! Did you not learn of this
there?" I asked.

"I dunno. I kinda just hung out at the resorts while my pop did business. I
ate what they gave us. I was super in to Warnight one back then! It had
just come out for the phone!" Dylan glowed.

"Eat your meal, my angel," I said. He didn't need new and challenging ideas
on his first day of recovery. He had been raised a child of privilege so
naturally even traveling the world wouldn't change his routine much.

Dylan cleaned his plate while I talked with Dr. Takada. He would run some
tests, but said that from the looks of it, the boy was doing well. He noted
how readily he took to his lunch... or dinner. We had slept quite a while.

We took Dylan back to the lab after he brushed his teeth. He was already
sleepy again. Dr. Takada said he would need a great deal of rest over the
next few days. Dylan settled into the chair and Dr. Takada brought him a
tablet and large headphones. He strapped Dylan in and put on a show for him
to watch.

"Oh Snap! This is Mega-smoosh! I haven't watched this in like five years!
OMG so retro!" the boy laughed. He spoke loudly to us since he had the
headphones on.

"The show is underlaid with subconscious script to help him with his
transition," Dr. Takada explained. "As he enjoys his show, he will be
filled with the script you recorded yesterday along with input to condition
his obedience level. He will respond to your commands more easily and it
will be nearly impossible for him to disobey."

"He'll be like a robot?" I asked, unsure I wanted that for my boy.

"Not at all. It is for his safety and well being. Not only will he more
quickly conform to your expectations, but it will also help when unpleasant
things occur. Your will more easily be able to calm him and move him on
from his natural tendencies towards depressive states. When you pull him
into your lap and talk him through things, he will quickly be back on a
positive course," Dr. Takada made it sound so pleasant.

"Ahmed...Daddy!" Dylan called with glee. "This is the best part! The dog
thinks he's a person! So funny, dude... daddy!" Dylan kept correcting
himself.

"I am beginning to be more concerned with his intelligence, though most of
my clients are happy with a simpler boy." Dr. Takada frowned.

"He's a pretty smart guy!" I asserted.

"His brain is still recovering from the procedure, but It's awfully low.
Removing his tendencies towards depression and self-critique can appear to
lower it. When he was very hard on himself, he pushed to meet the
expectations of his parents, teachers, coaches. He learned to push through
and overcome. Removing those negative tendencies also removed his awareness
that he isn't working as hard and his drive to do so. He will definitely be
happier, but I wouldn't expect a science field in his future. I can work to
raise it if you like," he offered.

"Daddy you're missing it!" Dylan yelled with glee.

"Maybe a little adjustment would help," I said. Dylan's IQ had dropped
dramatically.

"Well he will improve as he heals. His brain right now is recovering and
adjusting to all the new script, so he is only firing on a few cylinders.
It will get better. Don't judge him in the next week or so," Dr. Takada
laughed.

"Let him be happy for a time! Hopefully he improves... I am available to
tutor and motivate him if his grades suffer." I watched as Dylan burst out
in laughter and pointed at the screen.

"So funny, daddy!" he laughed. He was joyous like I hadn't seen him before.

"That's good, baby. You watch your show." I nodded happily in approval.

"He is right on track and recovering nicely. His brain functioning will
return to normal soon enough. Now about our second agreement. I have some
opportunities I would like you to consider!" Dr. Takada picked up a tablet
from his desk and pulled up some files.

He told me he had a contact in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, who wanted us to pitch
a presentation there. He wanted to send me to present to them in Arabic and
help lure in new customers. It could turn into a full position if I was
successful.

"Not just there, but Dubai, Qatar, the emirates are flush with prospective
clients who would readily hand over double our normal rates for the boy or
girl of their dreams! Especially with the documentary we are making, even
just the raw footage of his therapy sessions and the procedure we recorded
yesterday! Dylan is proving to be the perfect transformation and seeing him
there in the flesh would get them grabbing for their gold." He smiled
excitedly.

"Take Dylan to Saudi Arabia? It is too risky. What if they want him for
their boy? He is not for sale," I countered. I worried about what I had
gotten us involved with.

"That's the beauty of this new procedure! Dylan is only for you. We didn't
make him long for a daddy, we made him long for you. He isn't even gay! He
still is attracted to women, but you overcome any other attraction. Your
voice, your scent, your commands excite him and drive him. It is like a
personal key. He is imprinted only on you. The touch of another daddy
wouldn't excite him in the least. He would be repulsed," Dr. Takada said.

"But taking him out of the country. He has school and... I need to think
about it," I said.

"Of course. We can arrange it and his schooling can be done online. No need
to go to a campus these days. He only needs a few courses for his high
school diploma." Dr. Takada knew an awful lot about my boy; more than he
should.

"It is a lot to think about. I just wanted him to be happy again... and to be
mine." I watched Dylan laughing and enjoying his show. He kept looking at
me every few minutes and pointing happily at the screen. I'd nod and smile.

"I have something else I want you to test out. It's the latest boy device.
He'll see it as a phone upgrade, but it allows you to check in on him
wherever he is and listen and watch what he is doing. It is a special
secret model of their newest phone," Dr. Takada explained. He pulled out a
white box with a picture of the latest phone on the cover.

"Wow, that is amazing!" I thought about all the nights I sneaked to his
window and watched him in his room from the alley.

"The previous model was good, but only used the camera and mic on the
phone! This latest one pulls in all nearby security cameras and drones.
It's activates anything pointed in the direction of the phone. I am beta
testing it for Motophone and agreed to push it for my clients. You could be
a valuable tester!" he said.

"Holy shit! That's so future!" I looked at the box. It was way more
powerful than the phone I bought a month ago.

"Here's the daddy version. It has the apps built in. They are hidden away
in the stocks app and other things he would never bother to look at when
you are away from your phone. It's also locked to eyescan so he won't get
in. As far as he knows, you just surprised him with the latest tech gift!
I'll need your feedback for the developers," he said.

"Yes! Of course!" Being able to follow my Dylan would make sure he was
always safe.

"Good. I got him some clothes too. He will need to dress more modestly if
traveling to the Middle East. It would be advisable to put him in full
covering and pretend he is female. It would make things easier in public
where a boy of his beauty might draw attention. I will devise a full safety
plan for him if you decide to go. Having him there would allow you to bring
in more clients," he explained.

"How many clients do you need that I bring?" I asked.

"Well I would naturally give you a ten percent fee, but there is more. You
seem to understand this." He waived his hand over the computer screens.

"You explain it simply. It is very logical." I pointed out the scans he was
running and what they showed. My father is an engineer and always took
great measure to explain things to me.

"In this field it is not easy to find someone who can understand this who
would want to pursue it. I could use some help, especially if we expand.
You could work with me. I've seen your research and it is wasted on
academic theory when you could apply it here. You have a mind for this." He
smiled.

"I would love this! I can explore what is happening in my boys head. I can
help make it better." My brain was reeling with possibilities.

"I'm sure you could! I've thought about using the technology to grow my own
assistant, but I can't expand intelligence and scientific aptitude by that
much. I can toy a little with Dylan's intelligence, but not make him an
honors student. We just aren't there yet, or even close." He shrugged.

We talked about what I could do for him as Dylan went through his
treatments. Thinking about the technology helped quell my urgency to breed
my boy, but I got a stirring pretty quickly once Dr. Takada said his
treatment was through.

"Let's try some simple commands. Dylan, please take off your clothes!" He
said. Dylan squirmed uncomfortably as he got out of the chair.

"For reals? You need to examine me?" he asked skeptically.

"No, I just want to look," Dr. Takada smirked.

"Nah, bruh," Dylan declined with a creeped out look. I caught on quickly.
He was testing his obedience.

"Boy, shirt and shorts off." I used my gentle daddy growl.

"Yes, sir, daddy!" Dylan quickly wiggled out of his shirt. His shorts
followed. He folded them neatly and set them them the chair. He stood in
his briefs and smiled happily. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of
his briefs as if asking if I required more, but I shook my head no. He was
willing to disregard his modesty and comply with whatever I asked.

"I have to pee, daddy," he said as if taking off his clothes was nothing.

"You can pee on the plants outside the office," the doctor said.

"Oh... no thanks, sir," Dylan chuckled like he must have been joking but then
shot me a look like he was questioning the doctor's sanity.

"Boy, piss on those plants. Now!" I said and pointed to the glass doors
that led out to a back patio where there was a bed of exotic greenery.

"You got it, sir," Dylan went over and went out the glass door to the
private patio. He pulled down the front of his briefs, whipped out his boy
cock, and let out a spray over the plants.

"Perfect!" I clapped my hands and laughed.

"See? Just for you," the doctor laughed. Dylan gave ample amounts to all of
the poor plants.

"There is one more thing. As he is imprinted on you, he will need a little
reminder every few days. He will need your seed. Without the taste of your
sperm or sweat or saliva he will get edgy, anxious, angry. Your fluids are
a drug for his body and let him know he is doing well. Your smell, taste,
touch, words; these are things that bring him comfort. Everything else is
small. You are what drives him," Dr. Takada said.

"So I must seed him, let him taste me. He needs the sex?" I asked.

"More than that. He needs your approval, affection, and yes... your sex. But
he will amplify your feelings towards him. When you desire him he will feel
like the most beautiful boy. When you disapprove of him, he will spiral
into shame. When you praise him, he will walk on clouds. Don't be afraid to
punish him, but realize how hard he will feel it. You become like a god to
him, and he is just a scared and superstitious villager," the doctor
explained.

"My boy will never want for my affection. He will have it," I vowed. I
watched Dylan finish his chore and then shake off his cock. He looked
around, not seeing us through the tinted glass, and wiped his hands on his
briefs. His intelligence was indeed lacking. I hoped it would improve.

"Come here, Dylan! Dr. Takada got us gifts! Come and see," I called and
startled him. The boy padded in and tucked his cock away.

"Woah shit! The new Motophone Prime! That's Dope, bruh! These aren't even
out yet! It's so snatched! Thank you! The graphics on my games are going to
slay! Thank you, doctor!" He jumped excitedly and ran over.

I made sure to hand him the boy box which had a powder blue sticker instead
of the daddy box marked with a gray one. I didn't need him tracking me.

"You got one too! Twins!" Dylan giggled like it was something rare for two
people to have the same phone.

"I'm glad you like it. Your old one was getting worn out," I noted.

"Oh yeah! My dad got that for me for my birthday last year. It was the last
thing he gave me. He had a big party for me and all my friends were there!"
Dylan said like it wasn't a sad thought.

"Oh, we will keep it and preserve its memories," I told him. Dylan nodded
sadly.

"Oh.. yeah, daddy. My parents died," he said with heavy eyes. "That sucks.
They were so chill."

"I know, my angel. I will be your daddy now. We will never forget about
them and I will make sure you grow to make them proud," I said.

"That's like... really chill of you. Thank you, daddy. You're so lit." Dylan
sniffled then smiled at me. I pulled him in for a hug and kissed his hair.

+++

He had time for a protein shake and gentle workout in the backyard. Dr.
Takada explained that he needed large movements for his muscle recovery
since he had been sitting or sleeping so much. We played catch. He had a
pretty good pitch and he never dropped the ball. He remembered his talent
quickly. My game was always what Americans call "soccer,"  but I kept up
with my boy. We'd kick a ball around another day.

I noticed he was very excited and animated for the first five minutes, but
then started to twist his neck and stretch like he was getting tired. He
kept playing though so I let him. Finally, he yawned and looked at me with
big blue eyes that needed rest. It was time.

"I will have the housekeeper prepare a bath for you in the larger bathroom
down the hall," Dr. Takada said as Dylan tossed the ball and yawned again.
I caught it and went over to him. He leaned into my chest and put his head
on my shoulder.

"You are sleepy, my boy?" I asked. The sun had set already since we'd slept
away most of the day. The backyard had big lights on for us to see.

"Yes, sir. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so knacked," he yawned
again.

"You need rest from the procedure. Your boy body has been through a lot and
is healing." I walked him back into the house. Dr. Takada led us down a
hallway into a large bathroom with an oversized tub. There was a man there
sprinkling some purple powder over the bubble bath.

"Lavender and muscle salts will help soothe him. You'll want to be in the
bath with him. He will nod off shortly," Dr. Takada said. "Oh and there are
clean pajamas here for him and sleep shorts for you. Enjoy and I'll see you
in the morning."

We thanked him and then they left us. I helped Dylan get undressed then
leaned him against the counter while I stripped off my clothes. The bath
was a perfect warmth and the water felt like silk as I helped him in. It
wasn't heavily scented, but whatever was in it made my boy yawn hard. I
laid down and brought him between my legs. His back settled in against my
chest and I rubbed his stomach and kissed his neck.

"That feels so good." He relaxed as I rubbed up to his chest then massaged
his shoulders. There was a new bar of soap and I lathered him up as he
started to nod off in my arms. He was safe with his daddy. I washed him. He
was completely out. Even though he is a light boy, it is still awkward to
clean someone who is fully asleep.

I struggled with him but then I got the payoff when I reached between his
thighs and felt his boyhole. His legs spread open instinctively and a happy
little "Yup... yeet" escaped his lips. He was off in a happy dreamland and I
took the opportunity to explore him. I rubbed soap over it and the perfect
pink hole pulsed for me. I was well past ready to breed him, but I needed
to save it for when he was awake, rested. I wanted him to remember his
first time.

I lifted his ass up, he is flexible and curled up easily against my chest.
I splashed water over it to rinse away the bubbles and got my first good
look at the most perfect, pink rosebud I had ever seen. I steadied him
against my chest. His head was moved up over my shoulder. I couldn't help
myself. I leaned forward and licked his little treasure.

He started to moan a happy "ahhh." It wasn't the desperate, high-pitched
begging whine I get from my clients. He is pure boy and it comes out in a
low rumble of relief. It's that sound of unexpected pleasure from a male
who never knew his hole could do that, never felt the desire a real man can
elicit.

"Daddy," he said in a sleepy tone. I woke him up. I pried my lips off his
hole and looked at him with a guilty smile. I was a bad daddy who put his
needs first, but the boy smiled and rubbed his eye.

"It's so perfect. I could not resist. My boy is my dream," I told him. He
blushed, not used to being complimented, especially on his asshole.

"It feels good. Is that weird? It feels so good," he admitted. I rubbed my
finger over his hole.

"It is meant to feel good when the one you were made for is doing it. You
are mine, sweet boy. You are safe with daddy, but you must rest," I said
with a sigh. My boy did not need to push himself and I knew he would. I
knew that the programming we had given him would never let him rest until
he had pleased his Daddy.

"I'll help you," he said and lazily reached for the soap. We quickly
cleaned each other. He rubbed shampoo into my hair while I slid soap around
his armpits. He had a dusting of the light brown hair there. He would grow
into a man if we let him.

We finished the bath then dried off. I helped him into a warm pair of
pajamas and we brushed our teeth. He started to walk back towards the door,
but I scooped him up. Even though he was nearly my height, he was lighter
than a boy his size should be. It reminded me that I needed to get him back
to healthy.

I lifted him up against my chest and he threw his arms around my neck and
nuzzled into my shoulder. He was so light in my arms and I filled with
warmth at holding my boy. I'd carry him through the rest of his life if I
could. I carried him back to our guest room and tucked him into bed. I
kissed his forehead. I wasn't quite ready for sleep.

+++

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top then went out to find if Dr.
Takada was still up. I found him in the living room with his husband. They
were talking over a bottle of scotch. He nodded when he saw me and invited
me to join them.

"How is he?" Dr. Takada asked as he poured me a glass.

"He is out, very tired. Will he be able for school on Monday? How will I
explain to his aunt the fatigue?" I asked, suddenly remembering the very
real world we lived in.

"Dylan should be here for monitoring and I doubt he would do much with
school. His brain is not there yet. Give him another week. In fact, drop
the course. I can have you transferred to the online version. Dylan needs
time to heal," he said.

"What about his aunt? She will worry if we do not return," I said.

"Have him call his aunt and assure her he is fine. The boy is 18 now and an
adult. From the file on her, she is eager to get back to her life." He said
life with derision as if what she was doing wasn't much excitement.

"She has cared for him. She may worry," I said.

"She did her family obligation, but she was not pleased to find her wealthy
younger brother was deep in debt. She collected nothing. If you like, you
can send money to assist her. She is a gambler so a trip to Vegas every
month or two should keep her prying eyes away. If you want to thank her for
caring for the boy, a little pocket money wouldn't hurt. I think she will
be relieved to find her nephew has moved in with a roommate who will help
him. The two of them aren't very close. Her brother kept her at arm's
length," he explained. He had covered all his bases. I wondered how deep
his research went.

"I can do this. I have some savings," I started to go into it but he nodded
like he knew.

"Not too much. If she thinks there is a well to tap, she will dig. Say it
was a free weekend trip and you had to cancel for the school project. Make
something up but then fade her out. Don't make it an ongoing obligation or
she'll expect more. Keep Dylan's communication to a minimum then fade," he
explained. I quickly finished my drink, trying to remember all he said.

"Have another," Mr. Takada, the doctor's older Japanese husband said. He
poured me a drink and told me the story about how he had met and acquired
Colton (the doctor's first name).

He had helped him transform and erase the dark memories of his past. It
unleashed a gifted boy who was inquisitive and free to pursue his
academics. He went through college and medical school while studying the
procedure that had freed him. He ended up taking over the business when the
inventor of the procedure retired.

It was a fascinating story, especially hearing about the community of
daddies they had built in Beverly Hills. They had run it until they built
the compound out here in the hills. Mr. Takada had retired from his app
development company but still worked on small projects for them. The two of
them had visited every continent together and built an empire.

"You can have just as much if you want it. You have the aptitude to take us
further. You could provide for your boy for whatever he needs," Dr. Takada
told me.

"I do not think my Dylan is built for medical school! I should be thinking
ahead," I laughed.

"He can be a good model for the procedure and someday assist you. We both
think you would make an admirable successor to what Colton has built here,"
Mr. Takada said.

"I have question. After all these years... he still responds to you as the
daddy? The procedure holds?" I asked. I had been curious to see the
long-term effects of the procedure.

"He is my boy for life. He may run the company, but he knows who holds his
leash, don't you boy?" Mr. Takada asked.

"Yes, sir," Dr. Takada said. I watched his eyes glow as he turned to his
husband with admiration. "He makes everything inside me respond when he
calls me to his side."

I want what they have for me and Dylan. He deserves to have a man who can
hold his leash and guide him as he becomes a man. He deserves a daddy who
can provide for him and bring him back to health. I will do that for him.

Working with them could mean a big future for us. I didn't like the thought
of putting Dylan on display for clients, but if it meant having a secure
future with him then I would do it. The science to it was fascinating. I
knew I had so much to learn, but Dr. Takada understood it so clearly and I
knew he would guide me to take it further. I could do big things here and
have my dream boy by my side.

Aside from that, my current source of income would not work well with my
new responsibilities. I'd been ignoring my clients the last few days and
their texts were already gaining urgency.

I made it back to bed and found Dylan sprawled out under the comforter with
his arms and legs going in every direction. It was his way of asking to be
awakened when I came to bed. I slowly lifted his left arm and slid his left
leg over the sheet. He wasn't snoring so it was hard to tell, but when I
slid in and put his arm over my chest he curled into my side.

Like a magnetic reaction, his head moved up and over my chest to settle
into my heartbeat. I wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back. He felt
so good in my arms.

+++

I woke up to my boy with his head down under the comforter. His hands were
rubbing over the bulge in my boxer briefs. His lips were kissing my abs,
worshiping his daddy as a good boy should. He squeezed my cock as it rose
to greet him and stretched my underwear. I shoved a hand under the
comforter and felt for his hair.

"Morning, daddy," came a call from deep under the covers.

"Come, boy," I said. I pushed my fingers into his silky hair and gripped
it. I pulled up and was met with a happy, yawning Dylan.

"It's big!" he exclaimed, nodding towards my bulge.

"It is. You slept ok? No nightmares?" I asked, still gripping my angel
cub's hair.

"Nightmares about what?" he asked with confusion.

"Your dreams. What are they?" I asked. I didn't want to suggest any of the
horrors that had plagued his sleep before the procedure.

"Oh! I was fighting my way through this level of Warnight. It was lit! I
was busting ass left and right! I did this one move where I kicked the door
open and BAM there was loot!" He rambled. I cut him off by pushing him back
under the covers. He quickly went quiet as his lips found my chest. He
licked his way down and murmured happily.

His lips reached the band of my shorts and I pulled up the covers to look
at him. I tossed them to the side and spread my legs so my boy could
worship his newfound treasure. He pulled at my shorts but then stopped and
looked up at me with those blue eyes that begged. He was waiting for
permission. He was my good boy.

"What do you want, boy?" I asked him though it was quite evident.

"Your um... you know... Can I, daddy?" he asked. He raised his eyebrows and
wagged them at me. He was a cute little fucker, but I wanted to fuck with
him.

"My what, boy? What do you wish from daddy?" I responded. I kept a steel
face and looked at him like I was curious what he could possibly need.

"Your dick... I want to play with it," he said. His cheeks turned crimson and
he looked at me with budding shame as if wondering if I had changed in my
desire for him.

"And how do you ask for this, boy? It is right to take from daddy while he
sleep?" I put on an expression of slight anger. I watched as my boy looked
down in shame.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I couldn't help myself." His pink boy lips trembled a
little. I knew he was telling the truth. He was compelled to me. He had
little power over it. I put my hand on his cheek and lifted it. I pressed
my thumb to his lips and pushed it through. His lips curled into a smile
and he sucked it eagerly.

"You will ask permission in future times," I said. Dylan nodded as he
sucked my thumb.

I pressed my thumb towards his inside cheek and pushed his face back down
to my bulge. My boy needed his breakfast. I would enjoy training him. I
would work hard to keep him safe and provide for him. I would discipline
him to eat better and take care of himself and grow back into that boy
turning into a man who could be proud of himself.

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