Daddy Dearest- Baby Steps
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,835
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Three
The sky outside was pleasantly blue and sunny, with just enough of a breeze to keep the unseasonable warmth of the September day at a welcome degree. It was perfect weather for a walk in the woods, especially with the leaves on the trees just beginning to change colors, and Todd was absolutely eager to get out there.
In a fitting ironic twist, though, Mark brought up the point of chores. Todd whined to himself silently about menial tasks and how they could wait, but he kept his discontent to himself and set about his tasks if only for the sake of appeasing Mark. His tasks were very light, mostly of washing the skillet and rinsing the breakfast plates before putting them in the dishwasher, while Mark ran the vacuum and did a general straightening-up of the downstairs. It hadn’t gotten too messy, considering how little time they’d spent downstairs, but Mark had been raised with a strong dislike of even the most insignificant bit of clutter. Everything had a place, and he’d go ballistic if things even began to get out of order.
For a long time, that had been the only thing Mark and Todd had in common. Being a kid from the streets made Todd paranoid about wasting things that proved salvageable, and he’d learned quickly how to squirrel things away to keep prying, greedy eyes off of what he’d rightfully earned. He never stole, but that didn’t make him think someone would think twice about stealing from him. Mark could never figure out how his adopted son’s room could be so impeccably clean for months at a time, and he eventually conducted a little personal investigation when he discovered there was no laundry coming from Todd’s room.
Todd couldn’t help but smile sheepishly when he recalled the look on Mark’s face upon finding the rat’s nest of clothes and possessions scattered under the floorboards of the attic. They’d all been protected from damage and dust, so really there was nothing ruined, but Mark didn’t count that as enough to exempt his boy from a lengthy lecture, or a week’s grounding for back-talk. The fur didn’t really fly until Mark found about half of the silverware in a plastic bag behind the insulation…
A gruff clearing of the throat behind him made Todd turn. Mark’s jaw was set in a little disappointed frown, his eyes glancing from his boy to the soggy bath towel in his hand. “Young man, towels go in a hamper. The bathroom floor is not a hamper. Understood?”
Deftly Todd caught the offending object with an outstretched hand, mumbling his apologies and promising he’d be more careful next time. Then the oddest feeling overcame him. A feeling of mischief so strong, he couldn’t possibly shrug it off. This simple drying cloth had the potential to be a terry-cloth tool of destruction…a pretty pink welt would do very nicely on his daddy’s rump…
The ache in his crotch brought him back to reality, and with a gasp he threw the towel down the basement stairs. Mark, thankfully, hadn’t seen the obvious distress his boy was in, meaning he was safe for another day. Todd swore to himself that he’d have his chance again, and he was determined to act out his little fantasy to the letter! For now, though, he willed his arousal away and threw himself into his chores, focusing his mind on anything other than the sex he could not yet have.
After what felt like eons, Mark crept up behind Todd and gathered him into his arms. “Get something cold to drink for us, and meet me on the porch. I think that’s a fitting way to start our male bonding day, wouldn’t you agree?”
Todd obediently rummaged through the refrigerator to pull out a beer for his daddy and the last bottle of soda for himself. He gave a little sigh of disappointment upon his discovery, but took comfort in knowing that Mark would no doubt go buy more in the near future. Popping the bottles open and pocketing the tops, the young man made his way past the living room and out the screen door, scanning the porch for Mark. “Daddy?”
“Over here on the bench swing,” Mark answered, gesturing for Todd to come sit with him. Todd handed him their drinks and sat down, then stretched out like a cat over Mark’s lap to ease his poor butt’s burden. Mark cooed in sympathy and set his beer down to gently rub his boy’s back. “I’ll rub some lotion on you at bedtime if it still bothers you, baby doll. Would that help?”
“No,” the redhead answered, nuzzling his cheek against Mark’s leg. “P-Punishments are supposed to hurt. I w-won’t learn anything if it doesn’t hurt.”
Mark stopped rubbing for a fraction of a second, then continued with a little more determination. “Punishments are meant to correct bad behavior,” he said matter-of-factly. “Sometimes they hurt, but they don’t have to.” Gently the blonde began to rock the swing as he massaged, focusing his energies on physical tasks to keep from growing angry. “Who put that nonsense in your head, anyway?”
“I never learned any other way,” Todd whispered, closing his eyes. “All my past partners… I met them…in leather bars…” The color rose in Todd’s cheeks, and he squeaked out a barely audible confession that Mark would have missed if he didn’t know his son so well. “I was curious about S&M, and I thought I liked it for a little while.”
“You *thought*?” Mark prompted, trying to mask his bewilderment and mounting feeling of dread. \"What did you think S&M was? Please tell me you researched it first!\"
Todd gave a little shiver and nuzzled his face into Mark\'s leg. \"I did...but...\"
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Oh, what a piss-poor excuse for a cliff-hanger! ^-^ Ah well, I\'ll fix it in the next chapter. I was hoping to build into a prelude of Todd\'s story, but that went over like a lead balloon! *shrug* Either way, my little chickabiddies, these next few chapters will be Todd\'s story. Do ya want \'em in first person limited, or third person omniscient? ^-^
In a fitting ironic twist, though, Mark brought up the point of chores. Todd whined to himself silently about menial tasks and how they could wait, but he kept his discontent to himself and set about his tasks if only for the sake of appeasing Mark. His tasks were very light, mostly of washing the skillet and rinsing the breakfast plates before putting them in the dishwasher, while Mark ran the vacuum and did a general straightening-up of the downstairs. It hadn’t gotten too messy, considering how little time they’d spent downstairs, but Mark had been raised with a strong dislike of even the most insignificant bit of clutter. Everything had a place, and he’d go ballistic if things even began to get out of order.
For a long time, that had been the only thing Mark and Todd had in common. Being a kid from the streets made Todd paranoid about wasting things that proved salvageable, and he’d learned quickly how to squirrel things away to keep prying, greedy eyes off of what he’d rightfully earned. He never stole, but that didn’t make him think someone would think twice about stealing from him. Mark could never figure out how his adopted son’s room could be so impeccably clean for months at a time, and he eventually conducted a little personal investigation when he discovered there was no laundry coming from Todd’s room.
Todd couldn’t help but smile sheepishly when he recalled the look on Mark’s face upon finding the rat’s nest of clothes and possessions scattered under the floorboards of the attic. They’d all been protected from damage and dust, so really there was nothing ruined, but Mark didn’t count that as enough to exempt his boy from a lengthy lecture, or a week’s grounding for back-talk. The fur didn’t really fly until Mark found about half of the silverware in a plastic bag behind the insulation…
A gruff clearing of the throat behind him made Todd turn. Mark’s jaw was set in a little disappointed frown, his eyes glancing from his boy to the soggy bath towel in his hand. “Young man, towels go in a hamper. The bathroom floor is not a hamper. Understood?”
Deftly Todd caught the offending object with an outstretched hand, mumbling his apologies and promising he’d be more careful next time. Then the oddest feeling overcame him. A feeling of mischief so strong, he couldn’t possibly shrug it off. This simple drying cloth had the potential to be a terry-cloth tool of destruction…a pretty pink welt would do very nicely on his daddy’s rump…
The ache in his crotch brought him back to reality, and with a gasp he threw the towel down the basement stairs. Mark, thankfully, hadn’t seen the obvious distress his boy was in, meaning he was safe for another day. Todd swore to himself that he’d have his chance again, and he was determined to act out his little fantasy to the letter! For now, though, he willed his arousal away and threw himself into his chores, focusing his mind on anything other than the sex he could not yet have.
After what felt like eons, Mark crept up behind Todd and gathered him into his arms. “Get something cold to drink for us, and meet me on the porch. I think that’s a fitting way to start our male bonding day, wouldn’t you agree?”
Todd obediently rummaged through the refrigerator to pull out a beer for his daddy and the last bottle of soda for himself. He gave a little sigh of disappointment upon his discovery, but took comfort in knowing that Mark would no doubt go buy more in the near future. Popping the bottles open and pocketing the tops, the young man made his way past the living room and out the screen door, scanning the porch for Mark. “Daddy?”
“Over here on the bench swing,” Mark answered, gesturing for Todd to come sit with him. Todd handed him their drinks and sat down, then stretched out like a cat over Mark’s lap to ease his poor butt’s burden. Mark cooed in sympathy and set his beer down to gently rub his boy’s back. “I’ll rub some lotion on you at bedtime if it still bothers you, baby doll. Would that help?”
“No,” the redhead answered, nuzzling his cheek against Mark’s leg. “P-Punishments are supposed to hurt. I w-won’t learn anything if it doesn’t hurt.”
Mark stopped rubbing for a fraction of a second, then continued with a little more determination. “Punishments are meant to correct bad behavior,” he said matter-of-factly. “Sometimes they hurt, but they don’t have to.” Gently the blonde began to rock the swing as he massaged, focusing his energies on physical tasks to keep from growing angry. “Who put that nonsense in your head, anyway?”
“I never learned any other way,” Todd whispered, closing his eyes. “All my past partners… I met them…in leather bars…” The color rose in Todd’s cheeks, and he squeaked out a barely audible confession that Mark would have missed if he didn’t know his son so well. “I was curious about S&M, and I thought I liked it for a little while.”
“You *thought*?” Mark prompted, trying to mask his bewilderment and mounting feeling of dread. \"What did you think S&M was? Please tell me you researched it first!\"
Todd gave a little shiver and nuzzled his face into Mark\'s leg. \"I did...but...\"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, what a piss-poor excuse for a cliff-hanger! ^-^ Ah well, I\'ll fix it in the next chapter. I was hoping to build into a prelude of Todd\'s story, but that went over like a lead balloon! *shrug* Either way, my little chickabiddies, these next few chapters will be Todd\'s story. Do ya want \'em in first person limited, or third person omniscient? ^-^