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  Cal had never been so horny in his entire life. His dick strained against his zipper, and each time he shifted, the plug grazed his prostate, working him up until he thought he might come right there in the middle of the fucking classroom. He’d never live that down. Ever. Not even Gideon could keep him from getting expelled if he did something like that. Even though it would be entirely Gideon’s fault.

  He had to know it was killing Cal. Had he planned this all along? Part of Cal hated him for torturing him like this, but the other part couldn’t stop daydreaming about the morning, about the way Gideon had jerked him off and fucked him, about the fact that he planned on doing it again after class.

  “Callum?”

  “Yes, Da—” Cal froze, clearing his throat. “Yes, sir?”

  “Do you know the answer?” Gideon asked.

  Fuck. He didn’t even know what they were talking about. He’d checked out a while ago. “Would you mind repeating the question?”

  “Can you name one or more of the four noble truths of Buddhism?” Gideon asked, the rich timbre of his voice doing nothing to ease Cal wanting to drag him into a broom closet and climb him like a mountain.

  Luckily, he knew the answer, which Gideon knew. He’d helped him with his homework the other night. “Dukkha, Samudaya, Nirodha, and Magga.”

  Gideon grinned. “Excellent.” He turned to Matteo, who was now back in his seat across the room. “Explain Dukkha to the class.”

  Matteo’s eyes flicked up to Gideon and then back at his book before rifling through the pages. “Um, just a second…”

  Gideon waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t bother. This will be on your class final. You should all be well-versed in this by now. Let’s move on.”

  When the bell rang, Cal shot from his seat, snatching his new backpack and sprinting for the door.

  “Mr. Whyte. A word,” Gideon called.

  The other kids snickered as Cal sighed, turning on his heel and walking back to Gideon. Once the class was empty, Gideon wrapped a hand around his bicep, pulling him in. “You cannot let these boys get to you. I can only protect you so much if you let things get physical. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” Cal whispered.

  “Good boy,” Gideon murmured. “Don’t forget, after school, you’re mine. For detention.”

  Cal bit down on his bottom lip before springing up onto his toes to whisper in Gideon’s ear. “You look so hot today, Daddy.”

  “Get to class, dirty boy.”

  Cal left with a smile on his face.

  Gideon had just opened his lunch bag when there was a sharp rap of knuckles on his office door. He sighed, already anticipating who waited on the other side. “Enter,” he barked.

  Abernathy pushed the door open. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lunch,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “But, yet again, this one was starting fights in the hall.”

  She grabbed somebody Gideon couldn’t see and yanked them into view. Cal. There was a cut on his lip and an abrasion around his eye. Gideon’s jaw twitched, his pulse pounding in his ears at Cal’s defeated look. Gideon turned to give Abernathy a sharp look. “Who did he start a fight with? The entire lacrosse team?”

  She gave a tight smile. “There were five other boys. I’d be happy to get you their names. They all said the same thing, Callum started the fight. He clearly should be more careful or consider finding a school where this sort of behavior is more…common.”

  “Callum, come inside.” He threw a nasty glare at Abernathy. “That will be all.”

  She gave a smug smile as she closed the door. Cal looked two seconds away from crying. “Lock the door, baby,” Gideon reminded him.

  Cal did as Gideon instructed before dropping his bag and walking to Gideon. He pushed Gideon’s chair away from his desk and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs and burying his face against Gideon’s throat. His arms went around him instinctively. “It’s okay.”

  “He spit on me,” Cal said, voice thick with tears.

  “What?” Gideon asked, even though he’d heard Cal perfectly fine.

  Cal’s voice was muffled against Gideon’s neck. “Matteo… He spit on me, and I just stood there and did nothing.”

  “Which one hit you?” Gideon asked, seething.

  “None of them.”

  Gideon pushed Cal away from him, cupping his face to examine his injuries. “Don’t lie to me.”

  Cal studied him with dull eyes. “I’m not. Somebody shoved me from behind, and I went face first into the wall. Stucco leaves a mark, I guess.”

  Gideon clenched his teeth until his jaw popped. “Those little bastards. I ought to suspend every one of them. Imagine what that would do to their chances at ivy league,” Gideon fumed.

  “It’s fine,” Cal murmured, clinging to Gideon tighter, dropping his head to his shoulder once more.

  “It’s not fine. I protect what’s mine,” Gideon rumbled against Cal’s ear.

  Cal sighed. “I’m not allowed to be yours outside of this office and your loft. That’s just the way it is.”

  Cal had seemed so happy just a couple of hours ago, and now, he was miserable again. Gideon wanted to make every single person who’d upset Cal pay. Every one of them. “Do you want to finish out the year at home? I’m sure I can work it out with the board.”

  Cal leaned back, eyes wet. “You think I should just give in? Give them what they want?”

  Gideon shook his head. “No, of course not. But I want you safe. I don’t want you being terrorized by a group of pimple-faced shitheads who’ve never heard the word ‘no.’ It’s not good for your stress levels, and your endocrinologist said stress affects your blood sugar levels.”

  Cal shook his head. “My numbers are fine. I promise. I just want to be here…with you.”

  “It’s not like you can’t see me at home,” Gideon murmured.

  Cal brushed his lips against Gideon’s, dipping his tongue inside. “But if I’m at home, we can’t do this.”

  “This?” Gideon asked, amused.

  Cal slipped to his knees, his hands reaching for Gideon’s belt. He gripped Cal’s wrists. “You don’t have to do that. Not after…”

  Cal’s face fell. “You don’t want me to?”

  Gideon pushed his fingers through Cal’s hair. “I would like nothing more, but we can just sit in here and eat lunch. We have plenty of time for that when we’re home.”

  Cal shook his hands free of Gideon’s loose restraint, working his pants open and freeing his erection. Cal batted his lashes as he gazed up at Gideon. “Can I, Daddy? Please?” he asked in his sweetest voice.

  “I don’t know. Have you been a good boy?” Gideon asked, stroking his thumb along the seam of Cal’s lips.

  Cal nodded. “So good, Daddy.”

  “Alright, dirty boy.” Cal didn’t waste any time. He gripped Gideon’s dick by the base and sank his mouth down to meet it, bobbing his head like he was on a mission. “Fuck, that’s it,” Gideon muttered, leaning back so he could watch his cock disappear between Cal’s swollen lips. “Christ, your mouth should be illegal.”

  Cal let his hand fall away, taking Gideon deeper, guiding Gideon’s hand back to his head. He gripped Cal’s hair tight until the boy hissed. “Is this what you want, dirty boy? You want me to force you to take my cock?”

  Cal looked up, gaze growing hazy. He slipped into subspace so easily, like he was made for it. It was remarkable, really. Gideon flexed his hips forward, forcing his cock into Cal’s throat until the boy’s lips touched pubic hair, his throat convulsing. Gideon held him there, watching as Cal’s eyes watered, his fingers spasming as he gripped Gideon’s thighs. Cal sat back as Gideon released him, saliva and tears coating his face. Gideon pushed his thumb into Cal’s mouth, and he nursed it obediently. “Such a good little whore for Daddy.”

  “Promise, Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby. Now, take your clothes off,” Gideon said. “Hang them up neatly and then come back to me.”

  “Yes
, Daddy,” Cal said, rising in one graceful move.

  Gideon lazily stroked his cock as he watched Cal strip. He’d already cleared his desk earlier in anticipation of fulfilling his promise to fuck Cal on it after school. But there was no sense in waiting. Cal had a free period after lunch anyway, and the boy clearly needed attention now. He needed to know he was wanted.

  Cal returned to Gideon, naked, teeth biting into his bottom lip like some shy little flower. Gideon stood, kissing him carefully, not wanting to hurt his already injured mouth. Cal deepened the kiss, clearly long past caring about his own well-being. Gideon let him control the kiss for a moment before pulling away and turning Cal to face the desk.

  “Bend over.” Cal hesitated for a brief moment before doing as Gideon said, arching his hips wantonly. He spread the boy open, pressing his thumb down on the base of the toy, driving it deeper. Cal gave a low moan. “Do you like your present, baby?”

  Cal gave a breathy sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Did you think of me fucking your tight little hole every time you sat down today?” Gideon tugged on the toy, applying just enough pressure to make Cal shiver.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Do you like having my cum inside you all day?”

  Cal sighed dreamily. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Do you want some more?” Gideon asked.

  “Please, Daddy.”

  Gideon released the toy, running his hands along Cal’s back. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

  Cal looked back over his shoulder, his tongue licking out over his bottom lip nervously. “I mean it. I do. Please.”

  “You can do better than that, little bird. Beg me. Tell me how much you need my cock in your greedy little hole. How much you need Daddy to fill you up,” he said, keeping his tone cool.

  “Please, Daddy. Please. I’ll do anything. I need you,” Cal whispered.

  Gideon arched a brow. “Again. Make me believe it.”

  A quiet sob escaped from Cal. “Please, Daddy. Please. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. Breed me. Fill me up. Please. I need you so bad. Please. Please.”

  “Easy, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Daddy will always take care of you,” Gideon crooned, settling his hand on Cal’s lower back. “But you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”

  “I don’t know,” Cal whined, sounding frantic.

  “Shh,” Gideon said, petting over Cal’s back. “I’ve got you.”

  Cal gasped, his hands darting out to grip the edge of Gideon’s desk, as he pulled the plug almost completely free before sliding it back in again. Cal came up onto his toes, panting as Gideon fucked him with the plug, his hand holding Cal in place even as the boy tried to rock himself back on the silicone toy.

  When Cal whimpered in frustration, Gideon finally pulled the toy free, tossing it on the desk, chuckling to himself about how horrified Abernathy would be if she knew this was how he punished Cal.

  Gideon sank three fingers into Cal’s used hole, cock throbbing at the feel of his seed still inside, knowing he would fill him up with more soon. “Look at that, all nice and ready for me, your hole already wet and leaking.”

  He folded himself over Cal, running his tongue along his spine before gripping the boy’s chin in his palm with one hand and lining his cock up with his entrance with the other. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Daddy.”

  “Who takes care of you?”

  “You, Daddy.”

  “Open your mouth,” Gideon commanded.

  When Cal complied, Gideon pushed two fingers inside, sinking them into the moist heat of Cal’s mouth. Cal gave a low moan as Gideon impaled him in one smooth motion. He didn’t hold back as he usually did. He fucked into him slow and deep, forcing his fingers in and out of the boy’s mouth in time with his thrusts. Cal sucked greedily on Gideon’s fingers. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s fingers like you’d suck my cock. Show Daddy what a good little whore you are. Tonight, you wear the collar. Tonight, your punishments start,” Gideon told him, fucking into him harder and faster.

  Cal’s whines and moans grew louder, even as Gideon fucked his fingers into his throat. Gideon pulled free of Cal’s body. He whipped his head around, gaze frantic. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. It just feels so good.”

  “Shh,” Gideon said. “We’re not stopping, just changing it up. Come here, baby.”

  Gideon perched on the end of his desk, sinking himself back into the tight heat of Cal’s body, wrapping one arm around his waist, his other hand covering Cal’s mouth. He thrust himself in and out a few times before lying back on the desk bringing Cal with him. “Heels on the desk,” Gideon growled, leaving no room for argument. With Cal on top of him, facing the ceiling, Gideon could keep him quiet and wrap his hand around the boy’s leaking cock. “You want to come, dirty boy? If so, you’re gonna have to make it happen. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

  Cal whined but soon realized his heels on the desk gave him leverage to rock back on Gideon’s cock before driving up into his fist. It only took a moment for Cal to find his rhythm, and when he did, it took everything in Gideon’s power not to come right then and there. The boy was no longer thinking of anything but his own pleasure. He was chasing his release with wanton abandon, bouncing back hard on Gideon’s cock before slinging his hips upward into Gideon’s tightened fist. He used the boy’s precum to slick his hand, but Gideon wasn’t even sure if it mattered. Cal was gone, so deep into his own head that he was past pain, past anything but getting off.

  Gideon wouldn’t usually allow the boy to control the scene in any literal sense, but this was about comfort—perhaps not physical comfort but about assuring the boy that he was wanted, that somebody cared about him and his needs. It was about showing him he wasn’t alone in the world. And he wasn’t. Gideon knew with each passing moment that he wouldn’t be able to let go of Cal in four weeks. Hell, maybe ever, and God help both of them when the eventual fall out came.

  Cal’s hips stuttered off rhythm, and he started to mumble frantically behind Gideon’s hand. “You gonna come for me, dirty boy?” Cal gave a stilted nod. Gideon bit down on the boy’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. That’s it, get yourself off, take what you need.” Cal started to spill over Gideon’s fist, and he used his cum to keep jerking him, milking every drop from the boy until he whimpered, collapsing against Gideon.

  Gideon sat up, taking Cal with him, pulling free long enough to set the boy back on the desk, catching his knees up over Gideon’s shoulders before driving his cock back into the boy’s hole. Cal gazed up at him, expression dazed, mouth gaping as Gideon fucked into him, relentless. “Do you see what you do to me?” Gideon growled. “Do you see how crazy you make me?”

  Cal’s eyes rolled back, his teeth biting down on his lower lip as he gripped the edge of the desk. Gideon was close now. Cal was so hot and tight and warm around him. Gideon’s body flushed, his balls drawing up tight as sparks of pleasure licked along his skin. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

  Cal whimpered. “Yes, please. Please. Fill me up.”

  That was all it took, Gideon’s orgasm slamming into him hard enough to make him dizzy, his brain falling offline as his hips spasmed against Cal, cock throbbing with his release, his hands biting into Cal’s hips.

  He let go of Cal’s legs, dropping his head to the boy’s chest, both of them panting and sweaty. When he could think again, he reached for the plug, sitting forgotten beside Cal’s head.

  “You’re putting it back in?” Cal asked, voice jumping an octave.

  Gideon gave him a look. “Did you think I wouldn’t? I told you. You’ll come back here at three, and I’ll do it again. This plug stays in until we get home and I finish your punishment. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Cal shook his head before seeming to remember he was supposed to answer. “No, Daddy.”

  “Good boy. Lift up your legs.”

  Cal did as he was told, wincing as Gideon pulled
free and pushed the plug back in place. He used the wet wipes in his desk to clean them both up before saying, “Get dressed, and we’ll eat lunch together before you have to go back to class.”

  Cal nodded, walking to his clothes, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. Gideon couldn’t help but smile. The boy’s hair was mussed, his lips swollen, face flushed. He looked like he’d just been thoroughly fucked.

  Once Cal was clothed again, he used the mirror to fix his hair before turning to Gideon with a grin. “If that witch comes in here, she’s going to know what we just did. It stinks like sex in here.”

  Gideon chuckled, turning and cracking the windows in his office just enough to let the cool air in. Cal grabbed his lunch from his backpack and curled back up in Gideon’s lap, content as a cat. When Cal held up his apple slice for Gideon, he ate it, feeding Cal a bit of his sandwich in return. Gideon couldn’t remember ever feeding another person other than Cal, not in all the years he and Grant had been together, but it clearly made the boy feel wanted. Gideon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it too.

  When it was time for Cal to go back to class, he sighed, unfolding himself to stand. Gideon stood too, kissing Cal’s forehead. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s only a few more weeks, right? Then they can’t hurt me anymore.”

  The boy didn’t sound like he believed it anymore than Gideon did. The people in this school—the board, the parents—they had a long reach. But that was a problem for another day. “I’ll see you after school, little bird.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  Cal had never felt so full or so wanted. At three o’clock, when he walked past Mrs. Abernathy and into Gideon’s office, it was all he could do not to smirk at her. Gideon had fucked him bent over the desk, whispering filthy things into his ear as he’d pumped even more cum inside him. Now, he felt like he was so full it practically pushed out his belly like he’d eaten a big meal. And Daddy wasn’t done with him.

  He said he would be punished tonight. Even the idea of it made him tingle. He hadn’t had a real punishment since before the hospital, and he missed it, missed the sting of Gideon’s hand, the helpless feeling that came from being under his total control. He didn’t even care what or how Gideon punished him, he just needed to let go, to forget about Matteo and the other boys he used to call friends, about Mrs. Abernathy, and even Bastian who wouldn’t return a single text. All of them. Fuck all of them and all of his problems. He just needed Gideon to make it all go away for a little while.