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“Daddy,” Billy cooed, draping himself over Steve’s chest with a pleased, cheshire cat grin.
“Hey baby,” Steve replied, taking his glasses off and putting his phone on the side table. “You all done with your studying?”
Nodding Billy shuffled further up Steve’s body to capture his lips in a deep, tongue filled kiss. “All done until next semester, so now I'm all yours allllll summer.”
Steve chuckled, trailing his hands down Billy’s back until he could grab his ass, rocking Billy against his thigh. “I thought you were all mine all the time, baby.”
Billy raised his hand with a hum, the sapphire on his engagement ring catching the light. “Now that you’ve finally put a ring on it, yeah, I am yours.” He bit back a moan as Steve spanked him hard on the ass, head dropping briefly onto Steve’s shoulder. “That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh?” Steve’s smile dropped, and he tilted his head in that adorable way he had when he was concerned. “Are you... are you having second thoughts?”
“No, no, never,” Billy said quickly, kissing his fiancé again. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Daddy. You asked me to marry you, so you’re stuck with me now.”
This was a conversation they’d had a few times over the two years they’d been together. Especially in the early months of their relationship, before they were secure in what they meant to each other. Back then Billy had been sure Steve would get tired of dating a young grad student that still enjoyed partying, drinking, and playing video games with his friends. Steve had been sure Billy would decide he was too old for him, that the age gap was too big and the novelty of fucking a man in his thirties would wear off pretty quickly.
They’d weathered a lot in the last two years, from the judgement of others to their own insecurities. Now they were stronger than ever.
There was one thing neither of them had ever been insecure about though, and that was their sex life. It hadn’t taken long for them to dive headfirst into the BDSM lifestyle. Even before Steve had officially become Billy’s Sugar Daddy he’d been his Daddy. So, Billy was a little surprised with himself that it had taken him so long to bring up this particular fantasy.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Steve asked, shifting on the bed, his half-hard cock pressing against Billy’s hip through his pyjama pants.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think now’s the best time to try it. Especially because I’ve got a few weeks break.”
“Oh,” Steve drew the ‘oh’ out, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. “Does my baby have a new thing he wants from Daddy?”
Billy nodded, licking his lips to try and stifle the whimper threatening to escape him. “I... I want you to take me without asking.”
Brows furrowing in what seemed to be confusion, Steve let out a little ‘huh’. “Like... rape play?”
“No, no, I mean I want... I want to be your toy. I want you to just shove me down and fuck me when you’re horny, like that’s all I exist for. I mean we can have a new safe word for if I’m in the middle of something and don’t want it right now, but I want it to be an unspoken thing between us that I’m available for you whenever you want me.”
“Ohhh,” Steve let his head fall back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “Free use, right?”
“Exactly,” Billy said, the word coming out high and squeaky in his excitement. He deflated slightly when Steve simply let out a laugh. “Do you... not want to?”
“I never said that,” Steve said, stroking up and down Billy’s back. “I think it’ll be... interesting. I’ve just never really thought about it before.” He tangled a hand in Billy’s hair and licked into his mouth, swallowing his moan when he slipped his other hand down the back of Billy’s shorts.
“Daddy,” Billy whined, followed by a gasp when Steve suddenly flipped them. He arched his back with another moan, letting his legs fall open. “Daddy please.”
“Want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Daddy.” Billy turned his head to the side, pouting into the pillow. “I told you not to ask me.”
“Sorry,” Steve laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t realise we were starting already.”
“It won’t be free use if I tell you when I want it,” Billy continued to whine, fighting down his grin as Steve yanked his shorts down. “C’mon, take me.”
Steve rolled him onto his stomach wordlessly, pulling at Billy’s hips until he was on his knees, chest still pressed to the bed. He spread Billy’s cheeks, diving in without any hesitation to lick a stripe from his balls to his hole. They’d been taking it easy over the last few weeks as Billy studied for his end of year exams, only fucking once or twice a day. So, when Steve worked his finger inside him, Billy couldn’t help but gasp.
He rocked back against Steve’s tongue, fingers curling in the bed covers as Steve began to rub gentle circles against his prostate. “Daddy,” he whined, “harder, please.”
“I’m not even inside you yet, baby,” Steve said, blanketing his back, dropping a light kiss on his shoulder. “You know Daddy will take care of you.”
Before Billy could complain that Steve wasn’t doing what he wanted - that he didn’t want Steve to take care of him, he wanted Steve to use him - Steve had coated his cock and pushed inside. As with every time Steve fucked him, the air was driven from Billy’s lungs. He always felt complete when Steve was inside him, when he could feel his Daddy’s strong, confident hands on his hips and in his hair.
“Happy now, baby?” Steve asked, grinding against Billy’s ass but refusing to move more than that. “You’re always happiest when you’re all stuffed up, yeah?”
Billy didn’t respond past a moan, wiggling in Steve’s hold in an attempt to get him to move. His Daddy was still being far too gentle for what he really wanted, but he wasn’t about to complain when he could get railed instead. He’d been horny all day, and a gentle, thorough session with his Daddy wasn’t something he’d ever pass up.
He could coax Steve into using him properly later.
Steve pulled out until just the tip of his dick was in him before snapping his hips forward and driving in to the hilt again. He began to fuck into Billy deep and fast, grunts falling from his lips to match Billy’s almost constant moans. “Fuck baby, you always feel so good. So good for your Daddy.”
“Daddy... h-harder, please, harder,” Billy moaned, clutching at the bedding, already cock drunk with the way Steve was ramming into his ribs. This was the perfect celebration for the end of his college year. The perfect start to a summer where, hopefully, Steve would start to use him the way he wanted.
Steve snaked his hand beneath Billy’s hips and grasped his cock, jacking him off in time with his thrusts. “I want you to come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come all over my hand.”
A few minutes later Billy did as he was told with a wail, clenching down around Steve. Steve fucked him through his orgasm, hunching over Billy’s back and pressing two cum coated fingers against his lips. Billy suckled the fingers into his mouth, moaning brokenly as the pleasure of Steve tagging his prostate began to grow overwhelming.
“Such a good boy,” Steve husked into his ear, hips beginning to stutter as his own orgasm washed over him and Billy felt his insides flooding with warmth.
--
Steve was busy over the next week, which Billy had anticipated, and so he wasn’t surprised that his Daddy didn’t throw himself into the free use dynamic. There had been a few moments, mostly when Steve was returning home from a long day of work, where he led on top of Billy and worked the plug from him without asking.
Those sessions were still far too gentle for what Billy wanted. To him this was just sleepy sex, and it was clear he could push Steve off if he wanted to.
So, he decided to take things into his own hands.
“Billy,” Steve groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “C’mon, it’s my first day off.”
“I know,” Billy replied, continuing to hump against Steve’s leg for a moment before rolling onto Steve’s back. “Which means you’ve got all day to use me. C’mon Daddy, I'm horny.” He slipped his cock between Steve’s ass cheeks and began to roll his hips.
“Baby,” Steve’s voice was full of warning, followed by a growl when Billy ignored him and continued to chase his own pleasure.
Billy let out a yelp as Steve suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him off, causing him to flop back against the bed. “So, you gonna fuck me now that you’re awake?” He asked, poking his tongue out with a grin.
Steve watched him for a moment, still sleepy but with that unimpressed quirk to his brow that made Billy’s ass ache. “No,” he said finally, tugging Billy underneath him and pinning him with his body. “I told you, it’s my first day off. I want to sleep in. Having a needy, bratty baby in my bed won’t change that.”
“But Daddy,” Billy whined, trailing off when Steve opened the drawer in his bedside table and pulled a familiar cock cage free. “Wait, I didn’t...”
“There’s no getting out of this now, baby. You made your bed,” Steve was grinning now, and he pressed a light kiss to Billy’s nose as he locked the cage around him. “Now you’ve got to lie in it.” He finished by laying his full weight on Billy, trapping him against the covers.
Huffing, Billy attempted to wriggle out from under Steve, but he was well and truly stuck, and he had to admit, he always loved when Steve led on him. It grounded him in a way he’d never known he needed.
Sometime later, when Billy was close to falling back asleep himself, Steve began to kiss up his neck. Steve shifted, stroking his hands down Billy’s sides until he could grab his hips, rocking down against him.
“Mnghhh,” Billy moaned, arousal returning at the feeling of Steve’s hard cock sliding against his.
“Shh, good boy,” Steve whispered, grabbing the bottle of lube off the bedside table without pausing in his gentle assault of Billy’s neck. “Just let Daddy have some fun with you.”
“Daddy,” Billy whined, letting his legs fall open. This was followed by a muffled grunt when Steve covered his mouth with the hand not currently teasing at the plug nestled inside of him. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he surrendered to whatever Steve wanted to do to him right now. This still wasn’t quite what he’d wanted, but if Steve needed to ease himself into it, then Billy could work with that.
The plug was soon replaced with Steve’s cock, but instead of fucking into him, Steve simply slid in to the hilt and then stayed there. “Good boy,” he repeated, grinding against him with minute thrusts of his hips. “Being such a good toy for your Daddy.”
Billy moaned, long and loud, the sound barely muffled by the hand still clamped over his mouth. He couldn’t help but wonder if Steve had decided to play into his request now because Billy had bratted at him. Well, if that was how he got what he wanted, Billy had no problem with annoying his Daddy until he snapped.
Steve chased his pleasure slowly, almost like he was falling back asleep again, and Billy was kept right on the edge of orgasm. He’d had dry orgasms before, it was something Steve had been intent on teaching him since they’d gotten together, but he needed more stimulus than this slow, gentle session to get there.
“Daddy,” Billy gasped sometime later when Steve drove home one last time and he was filled with the warmth of his release.
Steve replied in the form of a kiss before pulling out of him and standing. “You’re keeping your cage on for the rest of the day, baby. That ought to teach you not to wake me up.”
Billy whined, arching his back as he curled his fingers in the pillow beneath him. “But Daddy.”
Grinning, Steve reached down and took hold of Billy’s face, squeezing his cheeks. “Didn’t you say you wanted to feel like a toy?” He asked, smile widening when Billy attempted to nod. “Well, do toys get to come?”
“I...” Billy trailed off, licking his lips. “No?”
Steve kissed him again. “It was a trick question, baby. Toys get to come when their owner wants them to. And Daddy says you aren’t coming today.”
--
The rest of Steve’s week off went much the same way, with plenty of scenes to keep Billy satisfied. And yet, whenever Steve indulged his free use kink, he was almost absurdly gentle. He didn’t ask Billy if he wanted sex, simply rolled him over or pulled him into his lap, so Billy couldn’t say Steve wasn’t doing free use ‘correctly’.
It just wasn’t what he wanted.
The closest he got was when he began sucking Steve off during an important phone call and then as ‘punishment’ Steve had bent him over the coffee table and fucked him until he screamed. So, Billy was pretty sure the best way to get Steve to finally break and do what he wanted was to annoy him into it.
Thankfully, he had plenty of experience with that.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Billy whined, pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder as the other man climbed out of bed.
“I’m just going to work baby, I’ll be back tonight,” Steve said with a smile, ducking down to press another, sweet kiss to Billy’s lips.
“I know,” Billy lay back down, arching his back with a cheeky grin. “That’s going to be like ten hours I have to go without my Daddy’s dick.”
Rolling his eyes Steve spanked Billy’s soft cock, the sting causing him to gasp and chub up almost instantly. “Should have known it was only part of me you’d be missing.”
Billy hummed, rolling onto his stomach and bunching Steve’s pillow beneath his hips so he could start humping it. “Nah, there’s a lot of you I'm going to miss. Like your lips, and your hands, and ahhhhh!”
Steve had spanked him again, on the ass this time, a quiet tut leaving his lips. “Get up, you naughty boy. If you’re that desperate, Daddy will give you a quick one in the shower.”
“Oh what a treat,” Billy said with a roll of his eyes, giggling seconds later when Steve grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into the bathroom. He didn’t attempt to fight, too busy laughing as he was manhandled until he was pressed against the shower wall. “Fuck,” he hissed, capturing Steve’s lips in a desperate kiss when Steve lifted him up. Wrapping his arms and legs around Steve, he let his Daddy push inside with one deep thrust.
It was quick and rough, much closer to what he wanted. With Steve laying biting kisses over his shoulders and collarbone as he took whatever pleasure he wanted.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Steve moaned, his words almost drowned out by the sound of the shower and skin slapping against skin. “Come for me, baby. Be a good boy and come for your Daddy. I want to feel you get all tight around me again.”
Billy did as he was asked with a wail, letting his head thunk back against the tiled wall as his stomach clenched and he painted Steve’s stomach. “Daddy,” he panted, slumping against Steve as he continued to fuck up into him. He buried his face against Steve’s shoulder, riding the waves of overstimulation until he began to grow hard again.
Steve’s hips began to stutter just as his arms started to shake and he placed Billy back on his feet, slipping from his slick channel with the movement.
“Daddy,” Billy started, but Steve wordlessly turned him around and pushed back inside.
“Good boy,” Steve said, pressing a hand between Billy’s shoulder blades until he arched his back. “That’s it, take it all.” He slid home one more time, pelvis flush with Billy’s ass until he softened.
“Daddy,” Billy whined when Steve pulled out, turning around and grasping his cock. “Please.”
“Get on your knees,” Steve ordered with a smile. He grabbed his shower gel and began lathering his hands. “Give me a show then, baby. Let me have a pretty picture to get me through the rest of the day.”
Billy began to stroke over the hot skin of his dick, pinching and twisting at his nipple with his other hand. He watched as Steve’s own dick gave a twitch of interest, but it didn’t harden beyond that. Billy didn’t mind though, he knew Steve didn’t have the same refractory period as him.
He came over Steve’s feet a few minutes later, feeling a little woozie from the heat of the shower and the intensity of his orgasm. Steve helped him to his feet and then dried him off with an almost absurd level of gentleness.
“You’re too sweet to me, Daddy,” Billy said as they returned to the bedroom. He climbed back into bed as Steve began to dress, stretching out on the covers. “What happened to the rough, mean Daddy that paddled me so hard I couldn’t sit properly for a week?”
“You don’t think that was rough?” Steve asked, shrugging on his suit jacket. “I didn’t prep you at all.” He leant over Billy, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. “But then again, your Daddy keeps you stretched enough that I can just fuck your pretty hole whenever I want, can’t I?”
Billy moaned, attempting to pull Steve down onto the bed. This was followed by a whine when he stepped away instead. “That’s mean. You can’t get me all excited and then leave.”
“Can’t I?” Steve asked, smiling at him from the doorway. “I’ll see you later, baby.”
--
Even though Steve’s break had been prepared for, apparently he’d been away long enough for his work to pile up, and he was swamped for the next week. Billy wasn’t surprised, Steve was the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company, it kind of came with the territory.
It didn’t stop him pushing though.
Steve knew he was a brat, so he shouldn’t have been surprised when Billy started breaking his rules. Billy also knew his Daddy loved his brattish side, especially when it broke him out of his own stress spirals.
He started small, just like with Steve’s first day back. Whining when Steve got up to go to work, touching himself where Steve could see, refusing to give Steve a kiss until the other man grabbed him. The first few days he simply got the usual punishments, spanking, orgasm denial, those kinds of things.
But Steve continued to tell him what he was going to do before he did it.
Billy waited until Friday to properly annoy Steve. If this went the way he wanted then he’d need the weekend to revel in his success. He did his usual bratting that morning, feeling his chest glowing with happiness and love at the exasperated roll of Steve’s eyes when he walked out the door. As soon as he was sure Steve had left Billy set about prepping himself.
It was a rule of theirs that Billy had to ask permission to masturbate. It was a rule Billy hadn’t broken yet, at least not when Steve wasn’t in the house. He’d teased himself, sure, but that was always for Steve’s benefit.
He laid down on the bed after artfully arranging the collection of toys he’d taken from their closet. He took the prostate massager first, resting it at the crease of his thigh before snapping a photo of it, which he then sent to Steve.
If Steve paid attention he’d probably be able to see the plug still lodged in Billy’s ass, but Billy was banking on his Daddy being too distracted to notice. As he waited for a response, Billy unclipped the cage Steve had put on him as punishment the night before. He gave his newly freed cock a few strokes until he was hard and snapped another picture.
Daddy: And what do you think you’re doing, baby?
Billy’s tongue poked between his teeth as he grinned. He sent the other photo before climbing back to his feet.
Billy: What does it look like? I’m horny Daddy, and you left me high and dry.
He resecured the cage and took one more photo of the mess of toys on the bed.
Billy: I’m going to have some fun. See you later, Daddy.
He then tidied the toys away and got dressed, already feeling that tingling he always got in his stomach when he deliberately disobeyed a hard rule. He hadn’t really disobeyed, Steve had him too well trained at this point to actually be able to come without permission, but that didn’t stop the rush of sensation.
Billy distracted himself by organising his office. They had cleaners that came once a week, but he’d been meaning to clear out his office since he’d finished his school work, and cleaning always calmed him. He absently readjusted himself in his loose board shorts just as his phone buzzed, trying to ignore the fact that he was still hard.
Daddy: This is a new level of bad, baby boy. You must really be missing me, huh?
Billy frowned down at his phone. That wasn’t the response he wanted. Steve seemed to be taking this as a joke. He chewed on his bottom lip as he tried to think of a reply. Perhaps Steve had already clocked what he was trying to do.
Daddy: Don’t ignore me, Billy. I know you saw my message.
Daddy: Too busy being bad, huh? Well, enjoy your orgasm, baby. It’s the last one you’re going to have for a while.
Chuckling to himself, Billy shoved his phone back into his pocket. This was too easy.
--
Billy’s anxiety at ‘disobeying’ led to him deep cleaning the apartment in a sort of frenzy. To the point where he practically collapsed onto the couch around 3pm and passed out. He quickly slipped into a deep sleep, his lingering arousal following him into his dreams.
So, when he eventually woke with a pathetic moan, to find Steve looming over him, he was half-convinced he was still sleeping.
“D-daddy?” He asked, gasping as he was flipped onto his stomach.
Steve yanked his shorts down without a word, pulling his plug free and replacing it with his cock before Billy could blink.
“Ah!” Billy pressed back against Steve, moaning brokenly when a large hand tangled in his hair and pinned him to the sofa cushion. “Daddy!”
“Oh, did my bad boy tire himself out too much by playing with that little thing between his legs? You think you can complain now after what you sent me earlier?” Steve asked, snapping his hips hard and fast, driving moan after moan from Billy’s lips.
“N-no... I... fuck, mnghhhh...” Billy couldn’t think of a reply, still slightly delirious from being woken up like this. A dry orgasm ripped through him a few seconds later and he clenched down on Steve with a cry.
Steve kept going, pulling out only long enough to turn Billy onto his back. Tossing Billy’s shorts over his shoulder, Steve dove down and captured his lips in a sloppy, wet kiss. “How many times? How many times did my little toy come today?”
“I... I d-didn't,” Billy panted, arching his back as Steve continued tagging his prostate with each thrust. Pleasure and overwhelm were sparking behind his eyelids and he couldn’t tell if he wanted to move away or into Steve’s movements. “It was just a... just a joke, Daddy. I didn’t...”
He was cut off with another kiss, Steve’s grip on his hair guiding him into the position he wanted. He whimpered into Steve’s mouth, his pleasure building again as the force of Steve’s thrust shot up his spine.
“Please,” he begged, not entirely sure what he was asking for. ”Daddy, please.”
As if in response Steve came with a groan and flopped on top of him. They lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, Billy’s remaining arousal lingering just at the back of his mind as he caught his breath.
“You didn’t actually use those toys, baby?” Steve asked eventually, pushing himself onto his knees and sliding from Billy’s channel.
Billy shook his head, licking his lips as he trailed his fingers down towards his cock. “I just wanted to rile you up, Daddy.”
The corners of Steve’s lips twitched as he rolled his eyes and slapped Billy’s hand away. “You did take your cage off though, didn’t you?”
“Only to take the photo,” Billy replied, a whine entering his voice. “I just wanted you to take me. I wanted you to push me down and show me my place. You’ve been too gentle with the free use, Daddy. I wanted you to use me.”
Steve’s eyebrows rose into his hairline and his mouth dropped open into a little ‘oh’. “So... why didn’t you just say that?”
Now it was Billy’s turn to roll his eyes. “How long have we been together now, Daddy? You know I don’t ask for shit like that... at least not with my words.”
“Yeah, yeah I should have known.” Steve had a dopey, love-struck smile on his face now. He slowly covered Billy’s body again, dropping a few, quick kisses to his lips. “So, was that what you wanted, baby? Did Daddy use you well enough?”
Giggling, Billy wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulled him in for a deeper, slower kiss. “It was a good start.”