A Daddy for Benito by Joe Satoria

16. HARRY

When Benito said he was going to have a surprise ready for me when I got home, I didn’t know how to take it. I didn’t like surprises. But I definitely didn’t like surprises the day he was going to meet Alexi, the man seeing my best friend, Warren. That could have meant anything, and for a moment, I was aroused to think it was something sexual, before travelling to the corners of Alexi and Warren coming over, and that would have been a surprise, but also possibly the end of a friendship.

I had to tell Warren on my own time, mostly because I didn’t know what was going to happen between me and Benito, but also because Benito was still Warren’s ex, and somewhere along the line, that went against bro code, but at the same time, it was quite in line with gay code, and that was the idea that every gay man will have been with at least one other person from your friendship group. It was only a code because that’s usually how everyone seemed to know each other.

I was far from the young guy I used to be, going up and down all the bars along Canal Street in Manchester. I wasn’t even much of a big drinker now, and that was mostly down to the obscene weight gain that came with my drinking. I liked those sweet cocktails, and they didn’t quite agree with my current Dom bearded bear look.

Getting back to the flat, a little over five-thirty. I was exhausted after staring at a computer screen all day, and then attending boring meeting after boring meeting. It was like the only thing I had to look forward to was seeing Benito, and knowing he’d met with Alexi made me both nervous and excited for the mood he was going to be in.

There was a clean smell, disinfectant. It hit me as I walked inside. It usually smelled like that after I went through something bad, and I needed to deep cleanse my entire life. The tile floor looked like it had been freshly buffed. There was even a gentle breeze, which meant the windows were open, and gathering from the brightness, all the curtains and blinds were letting that in.

“Benny,” I called out, standing by the front door. Perhaps I’d got the wrong flat, and perhaps someone was going to walk out and tell me I was mistaken. “Daddy’s home!”

“Daddy,” a voice called back. The gentle din of footsteps came from the kitchen. In the pink French maid’s outfit, with a matching pink lace bonnet on his head, Benito appeared. “Ta-da!”

“You cleaned?”

“I wanted to make you happy,” he said, approaching me, his eyes blinking hypnotically.

Smirking, there was a secret hiding behind those blinking eyes. “What do you want?” I asked.

Benito was on his knees. His hand at the zipper of my trousers. “To do as you said, I cleaned, and now I’m getting my reward.”

I tapped at his shoulder and tipped a hand under his chin, tipping him to look at me. He’d even shaved his face. Soft, and smooth. I wondered what else he’d done. “Oh. I have to inspect first.”

Benito stood. He dusted his knees off, still looking at me with doe eyes. “I don’t think you’ll find a speck of dust anywhere,” he said, “and if you do, you can—spank me.”

“What brought all of this on?” I asked. “Not very bratty of you to follow my orders.”

He shrugged. “Well, maybe I’m only doing this so I can get something in return.”

“Now you’ve said that—” I raised my brows at him, “I might make you work extra hard.”

Benito stomped his feet on the ground. “Give me your dick! I deserve it.”

Shrugging, tilting my head, I looked him over. He had gone through all that effort to make everything look clean, and then get dressed up for me. “Let me inspect you then.”

He turned around and lifted the back of the maid’s dress up. He wore a pink thong. I placed a hand between his legs, spreading his thighs. Reaching beneath, I cupped his balls, and felt his flaccid cock inside the fabric of the thong. With my hand between his thighs, he clenched. “I’m not letting you go unless you give me your dick, please.”

It was a decently powerful grasp. “Right here?” I asked. “Right now?”

He clenched harder around my hand. I squeezed at his balls. His cock growing harder in my hands. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?” he let out in a moan. “I’ve been a good boy. I cleaned.”

I knew exactly what he was playing at, and I knew exactly what he wanted. With a little force, I grabbed at his waist, turning us both to face the wall. I pinned him in place, my chin pushed to rest on his shoulder. “When I’m finished, you’ll be sore.” I pulled my hand free. Sniffing at it, it smelled of fabric softener. He hadn’t been wearing the outfit long enough.

“I hope so,” he said, “because I’d hate to call you a liar.”

I unbuttoned my shirt, yanking them away to free myself of the fabric. Benito tried turning his head to look at me. I pressed a hand to it, pinning him to the wall. “You don’t get to look, just yet.”

“When can I look?” he let out in a gasp.

I dropped to my knees, pulling his legs out slightly. I pressed my face to his ass. The thong between his cheeks. I pulled it free. He let out another light gasp as he pushed out his ass a little further. “You like that?” I asked. “I’m just getting you ready.” I pulled his cheeks to part them, and without another thought, my tongue rimmed his hole.

Benito was loud. I liked that about him. He must have got whatever he needed out of his system. He was feeling much more like the guy I’d brought into my bed.

“I have something—for you,” he said, trying to turn on his hips.

Pulling away, I looked up at him. He had a condom and a small travel packet of lube. “Where’d you get those?”

“You weren’t lying, you do buy in bulk,” he said.

I usually kept a condom and the lube in my wallet for nights out, in case I got lucky, and the last time that happened was with Benito. “Go on then,” I said, standing. “Now you can get on your knees.”

“How was your inspection?” he asked.

“A nice solid A,” I answered, “A for amazing ass.”

Benito continued what he’d tried to start when I entered. On his knees, he unzipped my trousers and free the erection I’d pinned into the inside of my underwear waistband. He wasted no time wrapping his lips around the end of my cock, his tongue pressing inside my foreskin. With a hand to the back of his head, I wanted him to take it to his throat like he’d tried with me this morning. Tugging on him by the maid’s bonnet on the top of his head, he took my cock as deep as he could.

“Enough of that,” I said, pulling him away. “I said I wanted to make you sore.”

Excitement burned behind Benito’s eyes. He looked at me. “And I said, you can try.”

Stripping from my trousers and boxers, I was naked, with the exception of my socks. Benito turned and bent over slightly, raising his ass. I applied a little portion of lube on his hole, pressing inside with my finger. There was little resistance. “Oh, how long have you been waiting?”

He let out a little moan, stifled as I cupped a hand around his mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, ok.” I tore a condom wrapper with one hand.

“Ok,” he said, the sound escaping through the space in my fingers.

“Ok, what?” I asked, pulling away to roll the condom down my cock with both hands.

“Daddy.”

I spun him around, pressing his back to the wall. I picked him up, pressing him up the wall. His legs around my waist. My cock was already solid, entertaining the entrance to his hole.

Benito hooked his arms around me as I continued to press him against the wall. He tried to wiggle around on the tip of my cock, trying to get it inside. He looked eager, wanting. Something happened from this morning, and he was eager to be filled up.

With the lube landing strip, the tip of my dick went inside him. He moaned. I wasn’t lying when I said he was going to be sore. I needed to cum, and my cock was throbbing thicker, and that meant he was going to be stretched in all angles for me to fill him.

I felt him going limp and weak in my arms, he was desperately trying to get as much of me inside him as possible, and I was going to let him. I was going to let him have me to the—

“Ahhhh, oh fuck,” he said, his hands on my shoulder. “I think that’s—”

“It’s not that big,” I smirked, knowing it was his plan to take me to the base. His mouth didn’t have a gag reflect, but his ass certainly had a point.

From my shoulder, he pushed himself, slowly lifting and then sliding back down my cock. He was basically fucking himself with my dick while gyrating his back against the wall. I was a means to an end with this. He was making his own rhythm.

Taking back control with my hips, thrusting him with a thump against the wall. He let out a quiet moan. I dipped my head to his neck and began sucking on his skin. If he wanted to play, I could play. And I know the one show of dominance and ownership he couldn’t erase as quickly as he could change from that pretty dress.

“Yes,” he said, his hand grabbing my head and pressing it to his skin. “Please.”

I could go for as long as I wanted. And I wasn’t some theme park ride you gave your token to and took a ride. I was endless.

Benito’s thighs squeezed around my waist.

“You better not have cum,” I said, lifting the dress by the skirt. The pink panties still covering his cock were wet and sticky, covered in the white-clear cum.

“I never listen,” he said, breathlessly. He was limp in my grasp, being puppeteered by my cock. I was pinning him against the wall. “But at least I didn’t cum on the floor.”

An upside to it. I continued, slow thrusting inside him. Each time, his moans became longer. “You feeling sore yet?”

He shook his head, smiling. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Harder?”

He nodded.

I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, already throbbing inside him. I couldn’t give in. He’d won, but he needed to make sure I could deliver on what I had promised. He had to know I was a man of my word. I was nothing without it.

One final thrust, and I found my legs grow solid in place. I came, pumping cum inside the condom. Thrusting harder, hoping it would stay inside as a reminder of what I’d given him.

He flopped against my chest. “Take me to bed,” he whispered.

“Oh no,” I whispered back, pulling my hips from him, removing my cock. “You’re going to get cleaned up and tell me what happened today.”

Benito kept his legs wrapped around my waist. He looked me in the eyes, pouting. “But I asked nicely.”

I kissed him on the lips, a light peck. “You didn’t say Daddy or please.”

“Please, Daddy.”

Smirking, he made my stomach flutter.