Damien was a complicated man. He required things just so… he required control. He had to have complete control over his lover. He had to know that his lover depended on him for everything. He had to know that his lover worshiped him, just like he’d worship his lover. Damien was a flirty man on the outside, he didn’t seem to have any serious relationships, and everyone just assumed that he slept around, but Damien couldn’t.
Damien required more than just a flimsy one-night stand every so often.
Damien had to have more control than that, and he did. He had Scottie.
Scottie was a complicated man in his own right. He had an amazing mind-he was so bright, so knowledgeable. He required things just so, too… but in a different way than Damien did. Scottie wanted his lover to control everything he did, to tell him what to wear, what to eat, and to help him level everything out in his head. He needed someone to take care of his needs, and lead him with a strong, yet soft hand. Someone who could deal with his moods, and help him sort everything out inside of him. Scottie needed someone strong, someone who could protect him and who would love him as much as he loved him.
And for Scottie, who started out an innocent twenty-two year old man, and somehow became a submissive, perfectly groomed just for the older man, Damien was his world. Scottie looked at Damien like he hung the moon. Every word Damien said, Scottie hung on it. Scottie catered to Damien’s needs to a point where it was obvious.
Scottie had at one point been a good boy in all ways, and not just for Damien. But now, Scottie lived and breathed Damien. He made sure he did everything his daddy told him to. He didn’t touch himself without permission. He didn’t let other people touch him, even to just shake hands. He carelessly trusted the man with his very own life. He was truthful with Damien, even if it was uncomfortable. He kept himself shaved, but kept the hair on his head long just because Damien liked it. He made sure to always wear panties under his pants, even though it left him feeling embarrassed. Scottie kept his phone on him all the time, just in case Damien wanted him for anything.
Damien didn’t ignore these things. He saw what a good boy Scottie was, and he loved showing the boy exactly how proud he was of him. Damien loved to take the boy. He loved to make the boy whimper, and moan, and whine, and scream. Hearing his boy making the sexiest noises imaginable, for him… that was worth everything to Damien.
They didn’t stick to one thing. Sometimes, Damien was rough, and Scottie would arch his body into the roughness, he’d sport the bruises on his skin like a prize-to Scottie, they were. Sometimes though, Damien would take his time. He’d make sweet love to his baby boy, making Scottie’s entire body shake and shiver. He’d whisper sweet nothings into his ear, telling the boy how good he was, and how much he loved him. Scottie loved it either way his daddy gave him it. He would be happy if his daddy was happy, no matter what.
Damien realized how submissive his lover was. He knew that he’d let him take it too far simply just because he wants to please him. Damien was always so very careful not to take it too far. He only wanted his boy to whine in pleasurable pain, not in actual pain.
Scottie had left the bullpen early. Damien knew why of course. He had to head to his house, and for get ready for the night. Damien knew that, but when Scottie wasn’t in his sight, Damien felt like he needed to see him-to know he was okay. Damien shook it off, knowing he had to finish his write-ups before he could see the boy again.
Scottie was red as a beet as he pulled up the pink skirt he was supposed to wear. He looked over his slim body in the mirror and took a minuet to admire himself. Daddy liked to humiliate him, and secretly, Scottie loved it. Scottie knew his daddy knew that too, but… he was too shy to even admit it to himself. Scottie snapped the pink leather collar around his neck, and he reached down to the front of his skirt and felt his cock, hard as a rock, and aching to be touched between his legs.
His daddy had been very clear on what Scottie was to do. He was to go home early, and he was to get the outfit his daddy had bought him earlier in the week and put it on. He was to touch himself just enough to get hard, and then he was to put on a vibrating cock ring. He was to put his collar on, and the pink fuzzy handcuffs were to be seated on the table beside the couch so when daddy got home, they’d be easy to get to. He was to set out a vibrator, lubricant, and one toy of Scottie’s choosing. Daddy told him he could pick out anything he wanted. So Scottie ran dutifully around their bedroom, gathering the things he was told to get. He grabbed the belt he and daddy had picked out together, but had yet to use enough for it to be worn out. Scottie loved the belt.
Scottie set everything out just the way he was told, and then went to sit beside the door, his hands behind his back, and his cock aching. He was already so horny, and his daddy hadn’t even walked through the door.
It felt like time crawled by at a snail pace, but when Scottie heard the keys jiggle in the door lock, he was at automatic attention. When daddy opened the door he saw his boy sitting by the door, his pretty brown eyes looking up expectantly.
Scottie looked utterly perfect sitting there looking up at Damien. His brown eyes were wide, and dilated. His lips were lightly traced with what appeared to be pink chap-stick, and parted slightly. His body was positioned perfectly, outlining all of Damien’s favorite parts of the boy. The boy’s skin was pink from embarrassment, but he could clearly make out the tent in the short pink skirt he’d made the boy wear. Scottie’s thin neck looked wonderful with his collar around it, and Damien wished he could wear it all the time.
Scottie would wear it all the time if Damien told him to, despite the questions, and the utter embarrassment that would come of it. Damien had been tempted, but he didn’t want anyone to ask questions the boy wouldn’t know how to answer. Instead, Damien had gotten Scottie something special, something that would have to do in place of his collar.
“Stand.” Daddy said, walking to the couch, and sitting down. Scottie immediately jumped up and followed behind him. He sank to his knees in front of his daddy and smiled up at him with a sweet smile. “I have came to a decision about your collar.” Scottie perked up even more, staring at him. “I decided that it would be too risky for you to wear it, let alone unprofessional. You deal with too many people to wear it. However, I did find something to make up for that fact.” He said, and pulled a box out of his pocket. The box was blue, and larger than a ring box, but it was deep as well. He placed the box in front of Scottie on his lap. “Open it.” He demanded. Scottie scurPrice to do so, and gasped when he saw it.