Chapter 1- The Boy Who Lived

The last block before everything went dark I remember my heart pounding like crazy as I worked through the rage. I’d reached into the backseat to stop the box from spilling as I made the sharp turn on Sunset where it wound up the hill.

The box had everything I’d kept in my locker over the last five years working in the sheriff’s office before they shit-canned me. It was one stupid mistake and my career was toast.

I’d started with them straight out of the academy and now at 26 everything I’d worked for was over. One stupid mistake, just a couple drinks before my shift. I made a few off-color comments and slurred a few words and they hauled me in.

It was my third offense after misplacing a gun and some problems with evidence. I could have fought it. I could have ended up at some outpost in the desert. But I took the resignation, cleaned out my locker, and hit the road.

That last block, as I zoomed through the yellow light, a car zipped out of a parking space without even looking.

I swerved to miss it but I was going too fast. I lost control and headed straight towards a kid on a skateboard and then a light pole.

I don’t know how long I was out or if I was dead or what. The world went black. It wasn’t a big world either.

I felt like I was trapped in a tight box, a box holding me in, squeezing me from the sides. It could have been a minute, an hour, a week.

And then the crack. It started like a little crack of light from under a door. It went in jagged lines then splintered off into other cracks then opened into a bright white of blinding light.

I squinted and felt a sharp pain behind my eyes like the crack was running down the center of me. I heard beeps, sets of them like little timers going off and then a figure was in front of me, a brown face with dark eyes was staring me down.

He said something, but it sounded fuzzy like a radio station that was off by a frequency or two. I strained to hear him and saw another face appear beside his.

“He’s coming around,” the other figure said as he took a penlight and shown it in my eyes. I pulled away and turned to look at the room. I was in a hospital bed with all kinds of screens monitoring me.

“What is your name?” The first figure asked me. I looked down from his face and noticed a stethoscope and white coat like a doctor would have.

“Miguel Montes.” My throat was raw and the voice that came out of it was a muffled squeak.

“Ok… Miguel. How old are you?” The second figure asked.

“Twenty-seven… am I ok?” I blinked and felt the room spinning.

“Twenty-seven? His I.D. card says he’s almost eighteen,” The first figure interjected.

I looked over at him with confusion.

“It also says his name is Colton Johnson… Is your name Colton?” He repeated.

My eyes were starting to adjust to the light and I could almost make out the name Dr. Peter something-or-other on his name tag. I couldn’t make it out clearly. 

I shook my head to tell him no.

“Well he sure looks like this kid on the I.D. card. This isn’t you?” The second guy said.

From his uniform I gathered he was the nurse. He took the card and held it in front of my face.

The picture wasn’t me. It was some pale, white kid with big, green eyes and floppy dark hair and a big dopey smile.

It said his name was Colton and he lived on Alpine Place in Beverly Hills. I recognized the block number. I’d done private security over there a few months back for an expensive wedding.

“It sure looks a lot like you… He might have a concussion,” The doctor noted.

“Colton! My boy! Is he alright? I rushed here as soon as I could,” a voice yelled as a man in a suit streaked into the room.

The dude came right up beside me; nearly knocking the doctor out of the way. He put his hands on my cheeks and I pulled away.

“Dude! The fuck?” I recoiled.

He shrank back, looking confused and shocked. 

I had never seen him before and he freaked me out.

“Do you know him? Does this man look familiar, Colton?” The nurse asked.

The nurse knew damn well my name was Miguel. I was getting tired of this game.

The new guy who’d rushed in and tried to touch me looked at me with confusion.

We both answered at the same time… only I said “No I don’t know him,” and the new dude said “I’m his father… well guardian.”

He added that extra information because he looked nothing like me and even less like the light guy on the I.D. card. He was tall, strong, and too young to be my father; even too young to be the kid on the card’s father.

“Baby?” The man said as his face inched closer to mine.

His deep brown eyes looked Korean. His features looked almost European but with darker, almond skin. I honestly couldn’t tell his ethnicity. We studied each other. Had I met him somewhere? He looked hurt that I didn’t recognize him.

“What’s wrong with him?” the man said and turned back towards the doctors as his right hand came to rest on my hair.

I pulled back, but then let him. His touch sent a weird wave of comfort through me. It was like my boss knew him even if I didn’t.

“Not much considering what he went through. That car hit him pretty solid from what the police said. He may have a concussion, some memory issues. His arm is broken and there’s a big bruise on his right thigh so he might have trouble walking. Otherwise he should heal back to normal. He got lucky. Assuming you really are his guardian, you can take him home.” The doctor said.

I looked down at my arm and was surprised to see it in a cast. It felt numb, barely there.

“Yes, he’s mine! I have his papers right here!” The man reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulled out an envelope and handed it to the doctor.

“I don’t know him! I don’t look anything like the kid on that I.D. card! This is crazy. Where’s my phone? My girlfriend will pick me up,” I protested though my throat was on fire and every word seemed to squeeze it in a rusted vice. 

The nurse handed me a clear plastic bag with some keys, a blue vinyl wallet, and a phone with a red case and a smashed screen.

None of it was mine. I fingered the keys through the plastic. It was a door key, a mailbox key, and a little metal frame with a selfie of the twinkie kid with the man in the suit kissing his cheek. It wasn’t me.

The man insisting he was my father, or guardian, grabbed the keys to show the nurse the picture of us together. The nurse nodded in agreement with the man.

“He’ll need to be watched constantly for at least 24 hours. I’ll give you a list of symptoms to look for. I’m prescribing painkillers and he’ll likely feel doped for the next few days, but it’ll keep him still and comfortable while he recovers. And no skateboarding for a few weeks, and never without a helmet,” the doctor warned.

“This is crazy,” I croaked.

I started to sit up, but the man in the suit pushed me back down. I looked down at his hand in the center of my chest. I’d never felt so small. It covered the center and made my frame look so narrow, skinny. Something was very wrong here. My chest felt so thin.

I’ve never been a super buff guy, but at 5’10 and 170 pounds I could be pretty intimidating when I needed. I’d run down my fair share of perps and always held my own since back in my high school wrestling days. But this man seemed to tower over me and something in his touch seemed familiar and made my chest warm.

I laid back down and he started to rub my chest. The man and the doctor kept talking about me, but I zoned out.

Maybe my meds were kicking in, but I raised the hand on my good arm and put it over the man’s where he was rubbing my chest. He raised his hand off my chest and turned it to hold mine.

Our fingers interlaced and I felt this weird buzzing inside me. It was so fucked up, I’d never met him and certainly never did anything with him or any other guy.

My body just reacted to his touch. I stared down at our fingers like looking at two strangers. My normally brown latino skin looked milky pale. This was all wrong.

“Come on, Colt. I’ll help you get dressed,” the man said.

I looked up and realized the doctor and nurse were gone. The man pulled a curtain around the side of the bed facing the glass door to the hallway. He helped me sit up and went for a bag by the door.

“I just grabbed what I could. I went back to the hotel when you didn’t answer your phone and they told me the hospital had called. You had your keycard in your pocket.” The man said as he came towards the bed.

He set the bag down and peeled the covers off of me. My body shivered from the cold room and I looked down to see skinny pale legs with just a light dusting of dark hair below the paper gown. Those weren’t mine either. These drugs were hardcore.

“Thanks, man,” I said hazily. 

“I brought your favorite new briefs,” the man’s lips spread into a wide smile as he pulled these thin blue briefs with a yellow band from the bag.

He held them up and showed me the back was cut out from them.

“Naw, Chief! That’s… sick. What is that? I would never wear something like that!” I protested.

“You begged me to get these two days ago! That little shop we passed on the way to dinner. You said you wanted to look like the guy in the poster. I got you these and the white thong I thought would look better on you.” He looked at me with genuine confusion.

“I have literally never done any of those things. That is so not me, chief,” I said. This had to be some kind of bad joke.

“Poor little guy. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you home and you’ll rest up. It’ll be ok,” he assured.

He put his hand to my cheek and the warmth returned. My skin buzzed at his touch and I felt my stomach give a little jump. I felt so tired. I nodded. My body couldn’t help it. 

He put the briefs on my feet and slid them up. When his hand got to the paper gown, he pushed it up and I got a look at my junk. That was the worst part. There’s nothing that instills more fear in a guy than something weird happening to his junk.

There was a dick there and it wasn’t a bad one, but it wasn’t mine. I had always been above average. I’d never had a problem in the locker room, bedroom, any room where it made its debut.

This tool was… decent but not mine. 

It was a good size for a kid this small, but I was a man. I felt like I’d gone backwards. 

I was glad when the man pulled the briefs up over it, but my exposed butt against the bed sheets felt weird. I caught sight of a long purple bruise forming on my thigh. 

He eased the paper gown up over my head and carefully over the casted arm.

I looked down at my chest, another disappointment. My hard, dark pecs and gym-worked abs were replaced by the narrow thin waist of youth with two little pink nipples where my brown ones should have been. 

I looked up at the man as his hand came down in the center of it. He rubbed down my stomach and I felt my bulge give a jolt in my briefs. Gross, why did I do that? That wasn’t something my body would do!

He pulled a green t-shirt out of the bag and helped me into it then wiggled a pair of skinny jeans up my legs and buttoned them. He pulled on a pair of black and white socks with little penguins on the print, then tied on a new pair of gray, vans shoes.

He helped me sit up. Then leaned in to give me a hug. I wanted to push him away when his lips touched the side of my neck. I wanted to scream for him to stop, but instinctively my good arm wrapped around his neck and I let him lift me up to help me to my feet.

“There we go, there’s my boy,” he praised.

I noted I was a few inches shorter than him. He rubbed his chin against my forehead then leaned in and kissed my hair. He slid a hand down to my bottom and gave it a squeeze. It felt weird and gay and wrong… yet so completely hot. I must be on good drugs.

He helped me towards the window and I finally caught sight of myself in the mirror next to the hospital bed.

“No! No way! That’s not possible!” I yelled and felt my fingers dig into the man’s shoulder.

“Baby, what’s wrong? It hurts too much?” He asked, looking at me in the mirror only it wasn’t me.

I fumbled for a minute at the sight of the boy with green eyes, brown hair, a small straight nose. It took me a minute to recognize him.

“It’s him,” I said.

It was the teenager I’d hit with my car, the one on the skateboard. I’d sent him flying into the bushes. I’d done this to him and we’d somehow traded places. I was him.

“It’s us,” the man said playfully and turned to kiss my cheek. He didn’t get it.

“What happened to the man?” I asked.

His playful cheer dissipated.

“The driver? I don’t know. Let’s not worry about that. Hopefully he’s in worse shape than you are. That asshole could have killed you. I don’t know what I would have done. You don’t know how much you love someone until… I’ve only had you a few months now…” He shook his head, hugged me tighter, and buried his nose into my shoulder.

“All ready?” A voice called behind us.

I turned to see the nurse pushing a wheelchair. He pushed it right up to me and the man helped me sit down.

They wheeled me downstairs where the man filled out some insurance forms and gave them some money before we could go. I zoned out while the nurse went through papers to show the man how to care for me through recovery.

That morning I’d woken up as Miguel Montes. I’d showered, put on my uniform, kissed my girlfriend goodbye and gone to work to face the sheriff’s commission. I knew it was going to be a shitty day. I didn’t know I’d end it as a seventeen year old kid with some sugar daddy.

The valet pulled around a large black Lexus right up in front of us. He came around and opened the passenger door. I started to stand, but the man lifted me up into his chest like I weighed nothing.

He set me in the passenger side and buckled me in before giving the valet a few bucks.

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“You said hotel… We’re going to a hotel? But the I.D. card had an address in Beverly Hills! The street is close to here. What gives?,” I asked as we wheeled up Robertson.

“Right, but we’re getting the rooms re-painted… the colors you picked out? Remember? I didn’t want you breathing in those fumes. Don’t worry. The security system will keep out any burglars. You’re safe with me.” The man offered an assuring smile.

“Who… who are you?” I asked.

I didn’t even know his name. I realized I should have found a slicker way to ask that or maybe paid attention to his conversation with the medical forms people. I watched him swallow a lump in his throat as he came to a stop at a red light.

“You really don’t remember anything? What DO you remember?” He looked at me with real curiosity and I started to tell him my story.

I spilled it all. He watched me with confusion and sadness like I was a screaming street-kid at the park.

“You must think I’m nuts, right? I mean… I’m in this body of this kid that I hit with my car. I don’t even know what happened to the real me. My girlfriend is probably sitting with real me in a hospital room, or jail… and my parents… Is this kid in my body? Is that even possible?” I looked down at my shoes.

I felt my voice crack like I was about to cry. That was something else I never did.

“Listen, Colt… or Miguel… I think you’ve been through a traumatic experience and need some time.” The man reached over and put his hand on my thigh.

He gave it a squeeze and brushed my bulge. I felt it stir and a surge of lust that made me sick to my stomach. His fingers rubbed down between my thighs and I got this weird feeling inside me like I wanted more.

“Dude! No!” I jumped in surprise and banged my bad arm against the car door. I yelped as a shot of pain went through it.

“It’s ok, we’re here. Let’s get you upstairs and get some medicine in you,” the man soothed.

I realized I still didn’t know his name.

“Yeah… rest… meds,” I sighed and gave up.

Chapter 2- Mr. Takada

He pulled the Lexus into the valet and told me to stay put. He jumped out and ran around to the other side as the valet opened my door. The valet guy was this latino kid, maybe 20 years old.

“Welcome sir,” he said to me in a monotone, robotic voice.

His eyes looked at me with judgement like he knew what this looked like - A young twinkie guy with an older man in an expensive suit. His smirk said he knew I was a rent boy who gave it up for money. I turned my face in disgust.

“I’ll get him. He’s injured,” the man said and tossed the valet the keys.

He leaned down and tried to pick me up, but I swatted him away.

“I can do it,” I said. I stretched one foot outside the car and the huge bruise on my thigh protested.

“Ahhh no!” I hissed through gritted teeth.

I’d endured much worse pain in my life, but this kid’s body was weak. The man just shook his head with a little laugh. He slid one arm under my thighs and the other behind my back. He lifted me out like a groom carrying his bride. I was in too much pain to argue.

“Bring the bags up to 2112. There’s an extra tip if you can do it quickly. He needs his meds,” the man said to the valet.

“Yes sir, of course!” The valet said happily. He closed the passenger door, hopped in the driver’s seat and peeled out quickly.

“He looked at me like some kind of street hustler trash. Did you see that? I shoulda kicked him. Put me down. I can walk,” I growled to the man.

He ignored me and went through the sliding glass doors of the hotel lobby. This was West Hollywood so the sight of a man carrying another man wasn’t exactly eyebrow raising.

“Settle down, angry baby. You’ll be in bed soon,” the man said as he made his way to the elevator. The concierge ran out from behind the front desk and quickly pushed the button to call the elevator.

“Mr. Takada! I’m so glad he was ok and you could bring him home! Poor kid!” The concierge bustled with feigned joy.

He hopped into the elevator with us and pressed the top floor then wished us a good night.

“Takada? Is that italian?” I asked when the doors closed. He made no moves to set me on my feet. He just looked down at me with a wink.

“Japanese. My father’s father was from Japan, his mother from Denmark. My mother was Malaysian.” Mr. Takada smiled.

I’d found one small piece of the puzzle. He seemed intent on making me work for the rest.

“That’s pretty mixed up. I’m just Mexican, all the way back,” I laughed.

My body was relaxing into his arms and I felt warmed by his chest. I felt like I was fighting Colton at every turn. The boy obviously craved what Mr. Takada gave him. I realized my arm didn’t even hurt as it nestled in against the man’s strong pecs.

“You are so not Mexican! Not even Latino! You’re a very white boy from Utah,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“Utah? Nah, Chief! I’ve never even been past Vegas,” I said as the elevator doors opened to our floor.

He chuckled at that. 

He got to the door of our room and looked like he was trying to decide how to get the key out to open the door.

“Seriously, you can put me down,” I offered, but then the elevator dinged behind us and the valet came in from parking the car.

“Let me, sir!” He said and ran over towards us carrying the bags from the car. He took out a keycard from his pocket and swiped to open our door.

Mr. Takada thanked him and pushed through the door to carry me towards the bed. 

Our room was huge, like bigger than the apartment I shared with my girlfriend in Van Nuys. It was a top floor corner suite with sweeping views of the city. The sun was setting over the ocean as he set me down on the bed.

“Here’s his things, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” the valet asked as he set the bags down on the bed.

Mr. Takada thanked him and fished out a few large bills from his wallet as the valet’s eyes lit up.

“I’m having some things delivered from the pharmacy. Can you bring them up when they arrive?” Mr. Takada asked.

The valet nodded vigorously and said he’d wait downstairs for them. He quickly exited and closed the door to our suite.

Mr. Takada took some pills from the hospital bag and handed me a bottle of water. He slid off my shoes while I choked them down my dry throat. He took off my socks then the jeans.

“Do you want me to change the briefs since you don’t like them anymore?” he asked with a leering smile. 

I realized I’d gotten used to them and liked the way the jeans felt on my bare bottom.

“They’re ok…” I shrugged.

I thought it might be best to keep him from getting access to my package again. He seemed to like touching me.

“You smell like hospital funk. I’ll make you a hot bath to soak in while we wait on the rest of your meds. Those you just took should help the pain, but the good ones are on the way,” he said with a wink and reached up to ruffle my hair.

He got off the bed and loosened his tie as he made his way into the bathroom.

I laid back against the pillows and looked around. This Colton kid didn’t have it too bad. 

I wondered if he was trapped in my body too. What had happened to it? Would he be in jail right now listening to my girlfriend scream at him for losing my job and effing up my car? Was he even alive?

I could picture it, this squirmy little kid trapped in a muscle man’s body trying helplessly to defend himself against my girlfriend Diana.

She wasn’t that bad, but definitely fit the hot-blooded Latina stereotype. She’d be hitting him with her purse and swearing she was done with him. He wouldn’t have the warm, gentle reception Mr. Takada had given me. 

She’d put up with a lot over the last two years. I’d given her a roller coaster of shit. She’d cool off though and bail him out. 

Between the two of us, she made the money and the decisions. She’d make sure he had a security job lined up before they made it home to the valley. I missed her. 

I listened as Mr. Takada moved about the bathroom with the faucet gushing water. I’d never been gay. I have nothing against it, but it’s just not me. 

So why did this kid’s body react so readily to the man’s touch?

Why was I wondering what he was packing in those pants? Why did my asshole seem to twitch when he got close? 

I couldn’t explain whatever had happened between Me-Miguel and other Me-Colton. It was straight out of a science fiction show and I don’t even watch that shit.

“Baby, it’s ready. Let me help you,” Mr. Takada interrupted my thoughts.

I started to sit up, but felt a little blurry from the pills. They made the room spin a little, not in an unpleasant way. 

I looked up at him and saw he’d changed out of the suit and was just wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. His body was bangin!

His chest was strong, with pecs bigger than mine…. Miguel’s. 

He had wide shoulders and his stomach held a healthy six-pack of abs in that perfectly V-shaped torso that led down to a big lump in the front and some serious glutes in the back.

It was no wonder he’d had little trouble lifting me like a puppy.

“I got you,” he said and smiled as he caught me checking him out. 

He bent down next to me and lifted me up to my feet. He let me walk into the bathroom, but kept his hands on my sides to steady me. My package started to poke up at his touch.

“I can take it from here,” I offered when we got into the bathroom.

It was a big room covered in marble with a large tinted glass window next to the tub that gave a sweeping city view. I stood there in my briefs looking at him with my bravest face.

“Not a chance! You’re about to be high as a kite. I’m supposed to watch you for signs of a concussion and a big tub of water is no place for you to go out. The towel on the side is for you to rest your arm so your cast doesn’t get wet,” he said.

I made my way towards the tub and his warm hands slid down to my bottom. His fingers were inches from my where I was almost at full flagpole in my briefs.

“I got it, chief. You can leave the door open and check on me,” I begged off.

He looked disappointed but backed away. I waited until he cleared the doorway and then used my good hand to push down the briefs. 

My dick bounced up and hit my stomach. I looked down at it. It was starting to grow on me. It thickened up nicely, plus this body was still a growing boy so it would improve. I smiled to myself thinking Colton had a bright future ahead.

My smile faded when I turned to look at myself in the mirror. 

There was a small bruise on my right temple just next to my eye. I hadn’t noticed it before. It seemed so small compared to the one on my thigh.

Colton’s frame was so slight and thin. I could see his ribs and just a faint hint of ab muscles. He had a handsome face with big green eyes that begged to be noticed. 

There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, on me.

He had a straight back and graceful composure that reminded me of when my mother used to yell at me to sit up straight. 

I studied him, flexed, squatted, leaned, walked. The pain meds were kicking in and my movement improved. 

I wondered if he was doing the same to me.

“You look like you’re trying out Colton’s body,” Mr. Takada interrupted me from behind. 

I wheeled around and he looked down with a smirk at my middle.

“Just… looking. It’s so weird. I know you don’t believe me, but this isn’t me,” I protested.

“You’ve had a very traumatic day, Colt… Miguel… No, I can’t call you that. You’re Colton to me. You’re my boy, my baby,” he said and pressed his lips into a contemplative line.

“What do I call you? I mean I’m standing here full-naked in your bathroom and I don’t even know your name,” I laughed at the absurdity of this.

“You’ve always called me daddy… or sir when you’re in need of discipline. You never called me by my first name and certainly never called me ‘Chief.’ It was just Mr. Takada when we met,” he moved towards me and guided me to the tub with his hands on my sides.

His lips found the back of my neck and his kiss sent a shiver of warmth through me that made my eyes close.

“Discipline?” I laughed as I stepped into the warm tub. 

He helped me down into the water and a thin layer of bubbles concealed my dick.

“You’re my boy, my responsibility. And sometimes you need a firm hand,” he said in a low, dark voice that sent chills down my spine.

“Like…” I started but wasn’t sure how to finish my thought as I lowered my gaze from his eyes to his chin. He was knelt down beside the tub and towered over me with his stack of muscles.

“Like when you go out alone on your skateboard when I told you to stay put… You didn’t even have your helmet on! I’ve yelled at you so many times to wear it… but I think you’ve been more than punished for that mistake.” 

He had a hand on my back to steady me and I suddenly felt his other hand rub soap over my chest. I jumped at his touch, but he kept on.

“I didn’t mean to hit him. He was just skating along not looking and this car… this car pulled right out in front of me. I tried to brake and steer away from it… I hit him. I hit your boy. I’m so sorry, man. I swear I didn’t mean to do it, Mr. Takada.” I felt a sudden pain of guilt and rambled on. 

“Colt, baby. You’ve never driven a car in your life. You don’t even know how to! I know you think you’re this guy Miguel, and did this horrible thing, but you’re my boy. I know every little inch of you,” He offered hopefully. 

He looked at me with pity and concern.

“I remember waking up for work this morning, a little hungover from last night. I’m not Colt, I’m Miguel. I was born in Panorama City. I was a sheriff’s deputy… until I lost my job. You don’t know me. I’m not this boy.” I felt my heart begin to pound as it poured out of me.

“It’s ok, Colt. You’re getting too excited. Settle down. Let me help you relax. I know what makes my boy feel better.” Mr. Takada slid the soap down my stomach and around in slow circles.

I wanted to protest but my eyes closed and a little gasp escaped my lips as my skin started to buzz and my chest thumped. 

I started to argue but my lips just formed an O and my eyes screwed up. His hands rubbed down between my thighs. Colton took over and laid back against the tub as his legs spread for the man.

“There’s my boy,” Mr. Takada praised as an annoying little moan came out of me. 

I clapped my hand over my lips, tried to fight it. A desperate moan forced its way out of me.

“Dude!” I yelled and pulled away as his soapy fingers rubbed into my bottom. 

No one had ever touched there. I looked at him with pleading eyes and then my head started to nod in consent. Colton was fighting me for what he needed. 

I was helpless to stop him. I lit up like a bonfire. I felt my eyes roll back and I looked up at him helplessly as he studied me. He stared right into my soul with a wicked smirk on his lips. He knew he was in full control.

“I was doing this the first time you called me daddy. You begged for me to go inside you like a good boy,” Mr. Takada said. 

It snapped me out of Colton’s grip for a minute.

“I’m not doing that. That’s weird… It’s… ahh!” I said just before his fingers dug into a spot that sent a rush of warm pleasure through me.

“You will call me Daddy when you need it. You’ll call me daddy when you’re begging for me to fill you like only I can,” Mr. Takada said in this low, controlled voice that soothed my disgust at what he was making me feel. 

I was fighting Colton, but every pleasure point inside me was begging for more. 

“I’m so…” I started to admit how close to finishing I was. 

I didn’t even care anymore that a dude was inside my dirty parts. I desperately needed to finish. I was on edge like I’d never felt before. 

I could think of 20 different girls I’d been with plus a few I couldn’t remember in college. None of them felt this good as this bulked up Asian dude who knew how to open me like a box. 

A knock at the door hit me like a slap.

“Stay put,” Mr. Takada said as he unceremoniously slipped his fingers out. 

He got up from his knees and dried his hands off on a towel but made no motion to cover himself. He walked off in his black boxer briefs with a raging bulge in the front.

I laid back against the tub and recovered my breath. How could I feel so good from this dude? I’d never been with a guy and I’d never felt this good from my girl. I felt a twist in my stomach and inside felt suddenly empty.

He was out in the bedroom making small talk with the valet. He knew I was here in agony, waiting for his touch to return. What a dick. 

He knew I was fighting a losing battle inside me. 

He knew he didn’t need to do anything but wait for me to break. Time was on his side. 

I tried to focus on something else. 

I tried to think about what Miguel-me must be going through right now with Colton in his body. 

But I couldn’t will my tent to calm. 

I got a weird idea. If he’d made me feel that good, maybe I could do it to myself and finish this off before he came back. I needed to finish so I wouldn’t be raging around this dude. It was the only way to get this over with before he could come back and mess with me more.

My fingers were smaller than his so they slipped in without too much resistance, but I didn’t feel the sparks he set off in me. I fumbled around in there and couldn’t find that spot he touched or mimic the way he rubbed.

I didn’t know how to work it. 

 I took the little soap and rubbed it over my hole, then pushed it just inside. It was too big and hurt. I set it down and rubbed the soap inside with my fingers. I started to deflate. 

My leg bruise started to hurt from the weird angle. It felt awkward and then it hit me that I was actually fingering my butt. I was disgusting. What was wrong with me? 

I sighed and closed my eyes in defeat and waited for him to return.

Chapter 3- The Boy Inside

“How’s it going in there, Colt?” Mr. Takada asked as he poked his head back into the bathroom.

“Uh good, yeah, sir,” I mumbled. I quickly rubbed the soap around to show him I was just cleaning.

“It’s time to get out. You’ll get sick in cold bathwater,” he said.

He grabbed an oversized, white towel and came towards me.

“Did you finish washing? I got a little distracted taking care of your needs,” he chuckled.

“I’m good… all good,” I said.

I tried to push myself up with one hand, but I slid back and almost got my cast wet. 

He set the towel down and slid his hands under my armpits. He raised me up and brought me against his bare chest.

The cold air hit my wet body and I shivered until he slid his arms around me and brought my nose into his shoulder.

I got a solid whiff of his musk. 

He smelled like I usually did after a day on the force. He had a light cologne that mixed with his salty sweat and went straight up my nose. 

It hit my brain and a wave of happy buzz rolled through me. My boy part betrayed me again and pushed against his thigh. 

“Always ready for more. Let’s get you to bed before you pop,” he noted as fact and kissed my forehead.

He reached for the towel and put it around my back then backed away as he wrapped it around my front like a cape. 

He raised the back up and rubbed my hair then dried his way down my shoulders and back.

“I got it.” I jumped as he got down to my bottom.

This was so easy for him to turn Colton on and make him whine. I took the towel with my one good hand and rubbed my torso dry. I took a step back from him and stared at his chest.

“You’re embarrassed,” he explained. “You don’t remember how safe you are with me, the awful life I rescued you from in Utah. You don’t have to be guarded with me, Colton. I’ll always be the person you can trust over anyone.” His voice broke like he wasn’t toying with me anymore.  

It sparked something inside me, inside Colton. I nodded and let him dry the rest of me. 

Colton was ready to fall into his arms but I held back. I looked into his eyes as he delicately worked the towel over me. I saw how much he loved me, loved his boy.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling I should offer something. “This is just so weird for me. I don’t even know if I’m dead or alive, man. This is just one crazy thing after another.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” he nodded with understanding.

He came back towards me and knelt down to take the towel. He rubbed my feet dry then headed up my legs. He got to my thighs and then stopped and kissed the right one. My body shivered at his touch. 

He looked up at me with those big brown eyes just inches from my cock. He paused for a moment to consider it, blinked up at me, then decided I’d had enough for one day.

He got to his feet and rubbed the towel up to my chest. He gave my nose a quick peck with his lips then backed away from me.

I followed him out to the bedroom where he’d laid a fresh pair of white, stretchy briefs. He helped me into them and I noted they were gauzy and see through. They left my package on full display.

“Really? Doesn’t this kid own any non-trashy underwear?” I asked with annoyance.

Mr. Takada broke into a laugh and then I did too.

“My boy likes to please me.” He shrugged.

He helped me into a pair of flannel pajama pants and warm sweatshirt before tucking me into the warm bed. He pulled the heavy down comforter up to my chest then gave me more medicine.

“Can you turn the tv on? It helps me fall asleep.” I told him.

“Colt can’t sleep with the tv on. He always whines when I watch the news.” He raised a curious eyebrow, but did as I asked. 

He turned to some news program.

“Not Colt,” I reminded him and pointed at my chest when he turned back from the tv.

He just shrugged. He turned off the lights in the bedroom and went to take his own shower while I laid there.

It must have still been light outside because a few strands of sun peeked between the drapes.

I wondered what Diana was doing.

Was she lying in bed thinking about me? I tried to think of her phone number. Everything was saved in my phone.

The only number I knew by heart was my parents. I laughed thinking what Diana would do when this kid woke up in my body and freaked out on her. She liked a hard man who could earn a living and give it to her good when she needed it.

This kid probably hadn’t ever thought about what a woman needed. He’d be pounding on the door here looking for Mr. Takada… if he was still alive.

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“You’re still up?” Mr. Takada said when he came back out and found me lying there. 

He was completely naked except for a towel around his neck. He rubbed his damp hair as he moved across the room with his ample manhood swinging between his muscled thighs.

I nodded and studied him. His body was chiseled perfection.

As hard as I worked at the gym, I could never get that perfect V-shape he held. Miguel just wasn’t built that way and Mexican cooking doesn’t feed those muscles what they need. 

He turned away from me and I caught his perfect bubble butt. I tried to tell myself I was just in awe of his physique, but Colton was inside me and ready to pounce on him.

“Just thinking,” I admitted. “What if Colton is inside my body? Shouldn’t we try to find him? What could we do about it if we did find him? You think there’s a way to change us back?” I asked.

“Baby,” he sighed and frowned at me.

He stepped into a pair of white boxer briefs that hugged his contours proudly.

He shoved his cock inside and then came over to the bed. 

“Save this for tomorrow. You’ve been through a lot today.” He put his hand on my cheek. 

“I have to know. I have to know my girl is ok… and your boy. Aren’t you worried about him? What if he’s hurt in my body or scared and confused? What if he is searching for you in my body?” I asked.

Mr. Takada pulled up the covers and slid in beside me. 

He put his arm around me and instinctively Colton made me roll over into his chest. He slid his arms around me, filled me with warmth as my face settled in against his heartbeat. It wasn’t pounding or excited like mine. He wasn’t worried; he was at ease.

“No. My boy is safe. I’ll always keep him safe. Just close your eyes and get some rest. We’ll take this on tomorrow. You’re safe,” he assured.

I should have seen a red flag at that, but his hand rubbed my back and reminded me how tired I was. He flipped through the news channels as I let the day fade away from me.

“Tomorrow, Definitely tomorrow… gotta fix this,” I yawned. 

I closed my eyes against his hard pecs. This is where Colton felt safest. I could tell he lost all his troubles here. My body relaxed and gave a wide yawn as sleep came quickly.

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It was dark when I woke up, desperate and horny.

The tv was off and the room was lit dimly by the city lights. He’d left the curtains open just a little. I woke up because I was rock hard and had spent however many hours dreaming about his touch.

I was wrapped tightly in his arms and all I could think about was getting his fingers back inside me. I rubbed my cheek against his pecs and my lips grazed his nipple.

I rubbed my hands over his hard pecs, trying to explore him as he slept. 

“What’s wrong?” he yawned without opening his eyes.

“That stuff we did earlier… we… uhh… I kinda… well Colton kinda liked it,” I clumsily admitted.

He already had one arm across my back with his hand resting on my bottom. I rubbed back against it, hoping he’d take the hint. His other arm was around me with his hand holding the back of my head.

“You need a big strong man to give you what you crave,” he filled in the blanks.

“No! Well… it’s not like that… just you know, that stuff you did earlier. You’re really good at it,” I sounded whinier than I’d wanted.

He raised his hand off my ass and then slid it down beneath the waistband of my pajamas and briefs. I felt his finger hover over my hole. The wave of happy started to slide through me in anticipation.

“You want daddy inside you,” he repeated as his finger made little circles around the ring.

“Uh… I guess,” I moaned as his finger zeroed in on my throbbing hole.

“Say it. Tell me what my boy needs,” he urged.

“Please, sir.” I whispered, feeling that pit of disgust build in my stomach as Colton pressed me to beg for him. Was I really doing this and really feeling this good about it? 

“Say it,” he repeated and kept his finger pressed and ready.

“Please, put your… you know…  in me. Make me feel like you did before,” I felt a heavy sense of shame, but a heavier sense of need.

I was desperate for his touch. I needed what only he could give.

“Say it,” he said again and tapped at my hole. I squirmed on his finger trying to make it go inside, but he just laughed and insisted I beg for it.

“C’mon, man. I got hit by a car today. Can’t you have a little pity here?” I laughed, trying to disarm him.

“I know you did, baby,” he said and leaned down to kiss my forehead. “But my boy should know his place. I need you to know who I am.”

His words sent a chill through me. Colton was clawing inside me to get what his body needed. He broke through my pride.

“Daddy… please daddy I need it,” I remembered. I wiggled my butt for him. 

His smile turned a little more mischievous and he kissed down my stomach. He put his hands on the waistband of my pajamas and slid them down with the white briefs. 

I told him what he wanted to hear and he gave me what this body craved so badly. 

It was worth it… totally worth it. He satisfied every inch of me. 

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“Miguel never felt this good, did he? Tell me,” he asked. It shocked me out of my lust-filled cloud and I stared up into his eyes as I thought about it.

“No…” I admitted in a whisper. I’d never known my body could feel this good.

“A good little submissive needs a daddy to show him what his hole can do. You want that, boy? You want daddy to open you up?” he held me as I calmed from the rush of fireworks that had ravaged my body. 

I wanted to protest. I’d gotten in over my head here, but my body wouldn’t let me. Colton needed what we’d done, and every muscle in my body stretched towards him like a magnet.

“Yes… it feels so good,” I nodded and turned my face in shame. 

“Wait till you remember what my cock feels like in there. You go crazy for it,” he said.  

He reached down and pushed down his shorts. I couldn’t see it in the darkness, but I felt thick steel as he freed it and rubbed it against me.

“No, no, no. I definitely… no, sir.” I protested. 

As hard as Colton’s craving for his attention was to fight, I had to draw the line here. I was not getting it from a dude like that. I shook my head.

“Settle down, boy. I’ll wait til you’re ready, until you beg for it. And you will beg for it. Colton works hard to earn it.” he laughed. 

I didn’t want to argue with him. He’d just made my body feel like fire and it felt nice there in his arms. 

“You’re mine. Remember who your daddy is, who makes his boy feel this good,” he assured and kissed my neck. 

“I love you so much,” he said. 

He gave me one last kiss then went to the bathroom and brought back a warm, wet hand towel. 

He wiped me clean then kissed up my stomach until our lips met again. He went to wash up and then came back to bed and helped me dress again. We passed out in each other’s arms.

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When morning came, I stirred in his arms to find him snoring lightly. I felt his heartbeat against my ear as I laid on his chest. 

He had an arm around me protectively. I had to wiggle out of his hold to go and pee. I stopped in the bathroom when I saw that I was still in Colton’s body, the slight frame of youth. It wasn’t just a dream. I wondered what had become of my old self, what Colton was doing right now in my old body.

Yesterday was a storm of feelings and discovery yet I still had so many questions. I still didn’t know what had happened to me. Mr. Takada had said that we could figure it out today. 

I felt achy from the car hitting me, but I was rested and ready to get to it. I needed to find Diana, figure out what happened to Miguel’s body and hopefully a way to switch us back. 

Or did I? 

The weird thought occurred to me that last night had been the best I’d ever felt. Being in his arms, under his control, I’d never felt that good.

Plus, this life was pretty sweet. Colton had no job and there had been no mention of school. Did he just lay around all day and hit the gym? Whatever this was, Mr. Takada certainly knew how to make Colton’s body feel amazing. The extreme wealth didn’t hurt either. 

“No,” I told myself. It wasn’t right. 

This wasn’t my life. I wasn’t some bottom boy for a wealthy older guy. Though he was handsome… but I wasn’t even gay. I had a life, plans, dreams… no job, a future in doubt. I couldn’t just disappear and assume this boy’s life, no matter how good it felt. 

It wasn’t me. I wasn’t Colton.

On my way back from the bathroom I stopped and looked him over. He was on his back lying bare-chested with the light gray sleep shorts hugging his bulge. I wanted to play with him again and I felt my hole twitch in anticipation. 

I started to think about his cock and I felt a little tug at the corner of my lips. It was so sick and shameful. How could I have let it happen? I’d felt the twist of disgust in my stomach last night at how much I’d begged for him, called him daddy. Why did I do that? 

I put a hand on my abs expecting the pit to form from my shame, but it didn’t. 

Instead, my stomach felt a little flutter of electricity at the thought of getting one more good pounding from him before I investigated how to switch back to Miguel’s life. 

After all, this was Colton’s body, not mine. 

If he took it up the ass, it didn’t mean I was gay. Right? It didn’t mean I was like that. 

No, it was just me filling in for Colton’s duties while he was away. I had to maintain his life here. I couldn’t screw it up for him before we switched back.

That makes sense, right? I’m not the bottom boy, he is. He’s the one who begs for his daddy to fuck him. 

I felt my spirits lift. I would definitely find out what happened and how to switch us back, but in the meantime I should fulfill Colton’s duties. It was the right thing to do. I had to be a man about this and take it like Colton would want.

I’d do my duty. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together in my brain as I knelt on the bed beside him and started to reach for him. His bulge looked so full under the thin, gray shorts. I could make out the outline of his bull nuts and thick shaft as it laid over on his right thigh.

Just as I was reaching for it though, I saw an envelope slide under the hotel room door. 

I heard little footsteps patter away quickly. I got to my feet and went over to it. I picked it up and realized I was going to have trouble opening it with just one hand since my other was trapped in the cast.

The large brown envelope wasn’t addressed, just labeled “J. Takada.” 

I debated opening it. It was just sealed by the small brass clasp. 

I looked over at Mr. Takada sleeping peacefully. The arm that had held me all night had moved over to his chest and his hand rested on his bulge like he was having a good dream. I sat down at the table and pried the clasp open with my one good hand. I opened the flap and pulled out a series of familiar looking papers. 

It was a sheriff’s report dated yesterday. I scanned it, knowing where to look for information.

It was from my accident and the top name said “Colton Johnson” with my birthdate and information. 

Below it were the details I remembered and a statement from the driver saying she swerved to avoid a car that had pulled out suddenly.

That caught my eye, it was labeled “she.” She? 

I scanned down to find the information. 

The driver of the car who’d hit Colton was a lady, not me, not Miguel. It should have said Miguel Montes and my address in Van Nuys, but it said “Sheila Whittier” and a home address in West LA.

“What the fuck?” I said to myself. I jumped when a hand pressed down on my shoulder.

“The report came! I have a friend in the West Hollywood Sheriff’s office,” Mr. Takada said. “You shouldn’t have opened an envelope addressed to me.”

I looked up at him and held up the papers. “It wasn’t me? Where’s Miguel? It should say Miguel Montes. Who is this lady?” I was so confused.

“I told you. You’re Colton. You’re my boy. You got hit pretty hard so give yourself time to sort it out,” Mr. Takada said with pity.

There was another paper behind it, a note scribbled on a torn sheet. “Sorry J. I couldn’t find a Miguel Montes who ever worked for our substation. There was a Miguel Montero who works out of the Covina station, but he’s retired,” the note read.

I set it down and turned to look at him. He gave me a pitiful look. 

“I hope this gives you some answers. See? No Miguel. It was a lady. Do you think you were a lady now?” He asked. 

“No. I was definitely not a lady.” I shook my head. 

“I hope not. I like my boy… You’ll feel better after some breakfast and your medicine.” He sighed and kissed the top of my head then went to get water. 

Just like that I was thrown back further into doubt. If Miguel never existed then why did I have his memories? None of this made sense.

Chapter 4- The Business Center

Story Recap: Waking up from being hit by a car, Miguel Montes finds himself in the body of a teenage boy named Colton whose guardian/lover is an older muscle-daddy, mixed-race man he only knows as Mr. Takada. The police report showed that Miguel Montes never existed, but that only created more questions and confusion for Colton. 

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“Yes, I’ll be there shortly. I just have to get Colton situated. I’ll be there right away,” Mr. Takada said. 

He juggled his cell phone with one hand and the buttons of his white shirt with the other. He had on a pure white suit with pants, shoes, socks, shirt, tie, the whole works. He looked like he was headed to some strange religious ceremony. 

He eyed me with frustration as he finished his phone call.

“You hardly touched your breakfast, baby! Still not feeling any better?” he asked as he came to sit beside me on the bed. 

I shook my head. I was sitting up against the pillows with my knees drawn into my chest.

“I just can’t believe it. How do I have this guy’s memories in my head? If he never existed… It means I’m Colton… I’m… I’m gay,” I said and looked at him with desperate eyes.

“Is that so bad? To be the sweet boy I love?” Mr. Takada asked as he tied his white leather shoes.

“No, but it’s not me. I just… I don’t feel gay. I feel like me but trapped in this kid’s body and… all I can think about is you inside me because that was fire. That was awesome… but I don’t feel gay,” I admitted and put my head between my knees.

“What does gay feel like? You’re my perfect boy, growing and handsome. You’re pretty accomplished on your skateboard. You like video games and theme parks just like any other seventeen year old boy. You’re pretty rough and tumble when we’re out on the hiking trails or off-road biking. You’ve learned some bad-ass tricks on your board too. Is it so bad that you happen to drool over my cock? Does that define your whole existence?” he laughed.

“I guess not… I was just so sure I was Miguel. I don’t know who I am. Like someone telling you that you aren’t real. It doesn’t make sense,” I told him. 

There wasn’t a point to arguing with him. I drooled over every inch of him. I couldn’t control it, even though it felt like I wasn’t the one making that choice.

“We’ll talk about it when I get back. All you need to know right now is you’re my boy and you’ll stay put in the hotel until I return or that ass will meet my hand when I get back. My boy will behave today. Are we understood?” he asked with a sudden seriousness.

“Yes, sir… daddy… Mr. Takada,” I fumbled through nicknames trying them out. His lips turned up into a smile.

“So damned cute. I left some money in your wallet, but don’t wander outside. You can get lunch sent up or go down to the cafe and charge it to the room. Your phone is dead, but you can contact me on your tablet if you need me. I hate leaving you here, but it’s business,” he said as he stuffed his wallet and phone into his pocket.

“Thank you. I’ll stay,” I said and stared down at my toes with a sigh.

“I love you, baby boy.” He lifted my chin off my knees and kissed my forehead, then my lips. He took a tablet off the side table and tossed it next to me on the bed. Then he left.

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I watched some morning news, but there was nothing about my accident on it. Los Angeles is a big city and unless you’re famous or dead, you have little shot at making headlines. 

I picked up the tablet and opened it. It had a passcode on it and of course I didn’t know it. I found a little circle on the back though and it picked up my fingerprint instantly. The tablet opened to a picture of Mr. Takada holding Colton on what looked like a boat. They both looked so happy.

Colton had a pretty standard setup. There were some skateboarding apps, a few apps for watching shows popular with teenagers, and some social networking apps. I opened a few, but all of them were logged out. 

I opened the games too and none of them had been played. It seemed pretty strange, almost like he had gotten this tablet but never set anything up. I’d never met anyone who logged out of every app on their tablet or phone. Something wasn’t right and it triggered my police instincts.

The main contact in messages was just “Daddy.” I opened it to find one short exchange dated from last Friday. 

It was just a short chat where Colton was begging to go out while Mr. Takada was at work and being told no. 

Colton backed down and they’d ended with a series of “I love you” back and forth. There were just a few pictures on the tablet too, mostly of them together in bed from the waist up. It was mild stuff.

I decided to get in a light workout since I didn’t know how long I was going to be here. Even injured, just being at the gym and doing something would make me feel better. It was always my recharge spot when I was upset. 

I’d patrolled this hotel a few times for private security and I remembered it had a pretty good gym. I found a jockstrap in Colton’s bag… my bag. It was yellow with “slutboy” printed on the waistband. This kid was out of control. I put it on and pulled up blue running shorts to cover the band. I put on a white tank top that was a little tricky with my arm in a cast. I’d have to be careful with the workout.

As I was putting on my gym shoes, I remembered the plastic bag with Colton’s belongings from the accident. There was a phone in there. The screen was smashed, but I had done a little tech work on a case and remembered how to hook it up to a computer to find out what was on a dead device. 

This hotel had a business center and I could use the charging cable to link into a computer. I was digging for anything I could find about Colton’s history. If I really was him, there should be some things to trigger memories. I had time to kill and I was desperate to make the pieces of the puzzle fit together in my head. 

Miguel might not have been real, but he was alive and well in my head. Something had to make sense here.

Down in the business center I found a few newer computers. 

There was a younger Chinese guy in a business suit working on some graphs, but the other computer was free. I sat next to him and asked if he knew anything about the phone. He nodded with a big smile and looked me over with interested eyes. 

He had a heavy accent as he tried to explain it to me, but he nodded happily when I handed him the phone and cable.

“What look for?” he asked. I told him I wasn’t sure.

“We start pictures, Ok?” he asked and I nodded.

As the pictures loaded, I instantly regretted it. The first one was Colton at the beach in a white speedo. He was sitting in the sand with Mr. Takada behind him in blue trunks rubbing lotion on his shoulders.

“This is?” he asked and pointed. I wasn’t sure how to explain that.

I ended up not having to explain it because after a few more pictures of Colton splashing around in the water there was a big picture of Colton’s face stuffed with what must have been Mr. Takada’s tool.

“Oh!” he said as a blush swept over his tan cheeks. 

His eyes lit up as more pornography loaded on the screen. His right hand went to his lap and he gave his bulge a squeeze as his arm came to rest on the back of my chair. He leaned into me.

“Holy… close it,” I whispered fiercely and looked around to make sure we were alone. 

He paused for a second as two more pictures loaded; including one with me bent over on a bed and spreading my cheeks. 

He closed the picture viewer and looked at me with hunger. I felt my stomach twist, but strangely I also felt the familiar urge from the night before with Mr. Takada.

“I’m so sorry… That’s not why I asked for your help! I swear! Sorry, chief!” I tried desperately to explain. I’m sure Colton’s pale face was bright red from the embarrassment. 

“I come here to business each month. I meet many boy like you. Not to worry,” he said and put his hand on my shoulder. 

I remembered that from a case Miguel was working on. Lots of foreign businessmen saw Los Angeles as a good place to pick up the pleasures they couldn’t get back home. Of course he would expect that a cute kid approaching him with a phone full of personal porn was ripe for picking. 

He offered a warm smile. His face was handsome, young and sharp with prominent cheekbones and full pink lips. 

Strangely enough, Colton was ready to pounce on him. I could feel it in my chest, but I knew I couldn’t allow that. 

“I’m not like that! Really!” I pulled myself away from his touch. 

I felt Colton scream inside me to slide over to his lap and satisfy his bulge. I fought the urge with everything I had. I needed to focus here.

“I have room very nice. Very pretty view and alcohol if you wish,” he urged. 

His right hand came across and touched my stomach. He pushed my tank top up until he saw my nipples. He flicked his finger back and forth over it and I let out a little gasp. Colton was ready to play.

“Seriously, I’m not into…” I moaned. 

I started to say I wasn’t gay, but I’d obviously come at him with evidence to the contrary. I realized what this looked like. I’d approached him and showed him porn of myself. He thought I was looking for a hookup or a client.

“Oh yes! Right! Sorry!” He suddenly pulled back and went for his wallet. 

“You wish for money first. Is no problem.” He smiled and pulled a few hundreds from his wallet. 

I started to reach for them but pulled my hand back. He put his arm around me again and my cock sprang up in my shorts.

“We have nice time, yes?” he urged and pushed the money towards me. 

Colton pushed me towards his chest. I struggled to push away. I felt a needy twitch in my hole. Colton wanted to get seeded by the businessman. He didn’t even care that Mr. Takada could more than take care of his needs.

“No, really. I’m not like that. I’m sorry,” I protested.

“No?” he asked with confusion. 

With my shirt pushed up, my shorts had slid down and he pointed at the yellow “Slutboy” waistband of my jockstrap. He slid his finger into the band and pulled it back. He smiled and looked down as my erection surfaced. 

I slid my good hand down and pulled him off me. The jockstrap snapped back against my cock like a punch. The tip just drooled out a drop of precum. I pushed it back inside the jock and slid away from him.

“What about the messages?” I refocused him on the computer screen with the phone contents. After the pictures we’d seen, I wasn’t sure the messages would be better but I had to find out. 

I thought about my own cell phone. I’d shot lots of little films with me and Diana. She always protested, but I liked to watch myself plowing her.

“Messages, yes,” he said and refocused. 

He put the money back into his pocket and cleared his throat. I looked down at his lap and saw a big tent in his dress pants. I subconsciously licked my lips, bringing another smile from him. I had to get Colton under control. The boy was always horny.

“Very popular boy. You have only one contact in text messages, but many others in hidden messenger app,” he said when a long list of conversations popped up. 

I looked at the names. There was a Liam, a Jack, twenty other guy names. Colton appeared not to know any women.

“What’s the regular message?” I asked. 

He opened the first one. It was a contact named “Daddy.” It had to be Mr. Takada.

The conversation was quite different from the generic loving exchange I saw on the tablet. Their last exchange was two days ago and they argued about a trip Colton wanted to go on with friends. 

Mr. Takada kept telling him no and reminding him that he was the daddy here.

“You’re not my real dad. If I want to go to Santa Barbara with friends then I will. It’s not fair,” Colton had written. 

Mr. Takada was pretty upset by Colton’s rudeness.

“I’m the only daddy you have and I said no. I can take you surfing in a few weeks like we planned. Or we can just stay home unless your attitude changes,” he retorted.

It went on like that until Mr Takada said his answer was final and he stopped responding. 

Colton kept whining then made some vague threat about leaving, as if he had somewhere to go. Mr. Takada assured him that he would be missed dearly and then Colton sent a bunch of messages back-tracking and apologizing. 

Colton was a mess.

It just didn’t add up though. Colton’s body seemed to crave the strong, handsome older man. But then again, from what I’d felt, Colton seemed to crave any good looking man. 

He was ready to jump at any good-looking guy who paid him attention. Colt was a slut.

I kept reading the messages, and Colton got whinier. He wanted clothes, shoes, a new board. He said he needed to fit in with his crowd. 

Mr. Takada was so fatherly with him. He reminded Colton that he wasn’t doing his chores or keeping up with his school work. He told him he’d have to earn things if he wanted them. 

Colton was a brat.

Then there were sweet messages. Colton begged him to come home from work and play with him. Mr. Takada said he had responsibilities and needed to provide for them, but he always said he’d rush home as soon as he could. 

Colton needed a lot of reassuring and attention and Mr. Takada seemed more than eager to give it to him. He straddled the line between parent and predator with the boy and Colton ate the attention up like candy. 

Colton was a daddy’s boy.

“Room 412. Be back at 8:00 if you want,” the Chinese guy next to me interrupted my reading. 

He had packed up his work bag and exited out of the computer. I checked the time to see that I’d been sitting there for well over an hour.

“Wait, where are the hidden messages?” I asked.

“This window. There’s a code, but I pass it. Simple security if you know what look for,” he smiled smugly to impress me.

“Thanks for your help, chief. Sorry bout the… well,” I said. 

He shrugged, gave me a wink, and left.

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The messages with the other contacts were much worse. From what I gathered Colton had never stopped daddy shopping. He’d contacted five different guys and he definitely had a type. 

Their back and forth pictures showed a line-up of well-dressed, successful looking older men. All of them were Asian except for one Russian.

Some were married and claimed to be straight, but they still sent pictures of themselves jerking off and doing things. 

Other pictures and videos showed every inch of Colton’s body. They got pretty gross with the back and forth stuff. From what I could tell, Colton had never actually met up with these guys, just exchanged pics and videos.

The longest was between Colton and a handsome, married investor from Malaysia named Jai Sayed. 

He appeared to be a mix of Asian and Middle Eastern features with pointed eyes and a strong nose that added a unique chisel to his face. His family was back in Asia. He visited LA for business and he kept pressuring Colton to meet up. Colt acted like he was going to and then there was an angry exchange when he didn’t show.

For whatever reason he never went through with meeting up with the guys. 

Mr. Takada seemed to be his only one, but he sure got off on these older guys falling all over him. Colton wasn’t the nice sweet boy Mr. Takada had told me about. 

Colton was a dick.

Thinking about Mr. Takada made me realize I’d been sitting there for the better part of the morning. I didn’t want him to find me here looking through this stuff he would be angered to learn. 

I wasn’t sure if it was the Colton part or the Miguel part of me, but I knew it would hurt him to find out his innocent, loving boy was secretly doing all this stuff. I felt a stab of guilt in my chest even though I knew it wasn’t really me who had done this. 

I closed out of the program, deleted all the photos on the computer, emptied the trash, and headed to get some lunch before going back upstairs. 

Once again I had learned something that only seemed to offer me more confusion.

Chapter 5- Sad Eyes Never Lie

“Baby, You awake?” Mr. Takada said as he kissed my forehead. 

I’d pretended to be napping, but as soon as I laid down my body felt the exhaustion from the previous day’s injuries. I felt his lips on my face, and blinked up at him with a yawn.

He stared down at me with tender eyes and I felt a sharp pain of guilt. How could he be so in love with this boy after all the shit Colton had put him through? Did he really not know about the men Colton was engaging?

I sat up and his lips came towards mine. He pushed back my hair and then put his hand to my forehead like he was checking for a fever. 

He had the sleeves rolled up on his white suit. He sat next to me on the bed and moved my casted arm to rest on a pillow.

“Where did you go dressed like that?” I asked and added a yawn. He looked like a muscular docent at a fancy spiritual retreat. I hadn’t thought much about it earlier.

“Business event for the East Asian men’s group. I get a lot of clients from there, but it’s a weird dress code for certain meetings,” he said as he reached down to untie his shoes. “How’s my sweet boy? Feeling better?”

“I’m ok, just worn out and achy. What kind of business do you do?” I realized I hadn’t asked a lot of questions about him. 

Maybe it would help me understand what had happened between him and Colton. My detective mode was fully turned on. Things weren’t adding up.

“Right now I put investors together for large-scale drug development projects. There’s a ton of new cash coming in from China and Malaysia and I’m working on some exciting new stuff. Before that I was an app developer, mostly health and fitness. I sold off the majority of those to bigger firms, but I still get the royalties and returns on stocks.” he said.

“None of that sounds familiar,” I shook my head.

“It wouldn’t… Colton never really cared about that stuff. I don’t think you ever asked about it other than how much I made,” he laughed and rubbed my stomach. 

That sounded funny. He’d said they’d been together for a few months and lived in the same house. Wouldn’t Colton have known what he did for a living?

I watched Mr. Takada get up and change out of his clothes. He put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt then helped me change out of my unused gym clothes. He made me keep on the jockstrap after admiring my ass for a few minutes.

“Put this on, it’s chilly. This one is your favorite,” he said and handed me a light blue and white hoodie with pointed fox ears on the hood. 

He zipped me up and put up the hood to show me in the mirror. Colton’s innocent green eyes beneath the pointy fox ears made him look innocent.

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We walked down to Sunset for lunch at a buffet. Mr. Takada insisted that I load up since I’d pretty much skipped breakfast. I looked around with my plate and picked out some things I liked while he went in the other direction.

I headed back to the table and was just about to bite into a piece of sushi when he came running over and smacked it out of my hand. The crab roll went flying over to the next table which thankfully was empty. 

The restaurant went silent and we were now the main attraction.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself? You didn’t eat any of that, did you?” he yelled. He dropped his plate on the table and then snatched mine away. He handed it to a passing waiter. I looked at him dumbfounded. He sighed as if suddenly remembering my situation.

“Shellfish… killer allergy… you no eat! You’re allergic to half the things on the plate!” he snarled with condescension like he was explaining something to a total idiot. 

His cheeks glowed red with anger and his chest heaved with adrenaline.

“I didn’t know… I like seafood. I’ve eaten it all my life,” I said and felt like a scolded child.

“I know, baby. It’s ok… I have to remember to watch you more carefully. Here, eat my chicken. I’ll go fix us a second plate.” He sighed. 

He pushed his plate towards me and went back to the buffet. I grabbed a fork and started to tear into the chicken and rice he’d brought as my body finally felt hungry.

“Sometimes I forget what you’re going through. You really are like a new person,” he sighed when he came back with a plate full of food. 

He sat down across from me and lined the plates up side by side so we could share.

“Am I totally different? His body feels so weird to me. I haven’t been this small since Junior High. Do I act like Colton at all?” I asked. I certainly didn’t feel like the boy, but I felt him inside of me; his wants and desires. 

“In some ways…” he laughed. “The funny thing is that even though you think you’re this older latino cop straight guy, you actually are a lot more of the side of Colton I love best.”

“How’s that?” I probed. I noticed he’d called me “you” and differentiated from “Colton.”

“Colton came from a very small world in Utah and adjusting to life in LA has been difficult. He quickly found how many men eyed him here and clamored for his attention. It was overwhelming for him. I tried to keep a tight leash on him and protect him. It became easier just keeping him at home,” Mr. Takada explained. 

I noted that again he referred to Colton as “he.”

“Sounds like it was hard for him,” I said.

“It was at first, but we figured it out. He’s happier when I keep a tight lid on his world. He was more quiet and easy-going when it was just the two of us alone and he had clear orders to follow. A boy can get corrupted so quickly here. It’s taken discipline and patience to keep him focused, but it’s worth it to see him blossom. You remind me of the quieter, sweeter side of him,” Mr. Takada continued.

“The guys around here can be sharks,” I agreed. Mr. Takada nodded.

“You didn’t even notice the three guys that have been looking you over since we sat down. Colton would have been fidgety about it. He never got used to being beautiful since he left Utah where he was just a skinny weird kid,” Mr. Takada chuckled as he shoved a forkful of chicken into his mouth.

“And you didn’t even notice the hot chick who’s been checking you out on your left. If I was me I would have already gotten her number. But I doubt she’s into a pale, wimpy kid,” I joked.

“You are kind of a scrawny runt. You’re lucky I took pity on you,” Mr. Takada laughed warmly. 

He reached over and put his hand over mine. I felt a surge of warmth spread through me at his touch. It got me thinking about the messages and pictures I’d seen on Colton’s phone. Did Mr. Takada know just how much Colton was enjoying their attention?

“So these other guys… What did you do when Colton went for their attention?” I asked before I could stop myself. 

When you’re questioning a suspect, sometimes it’s ok to push, but generally it’s better to just let them spill and try to channel them gently. I knew I was being impulsive and stupid to blurt that out. I regretted it when I saw his smile fade.

“I never let that happen… Enough conversation. Eat your lunch,” he ordered and closed off to me. 

His voice was harsh and cold. I’d gone too far. Maybe he did know what Colton was up to. That had to hurt.  I nodded and picked at the food. We finished our plates quietly.

I didn’t eat much after initially shoveling it in. Colton’s stomach was a third of what I was used to and his body quickly felt stuffed. 

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We headed back to the hotel room and he held my hand each time we crossed a street. When we got back to the room, he worked on his laptop while I put in headphones and played a game on the tablet. 

He was quiet while he worked, only talking when he made phone calls or telling me I needed to nap. I kept watching him, waiting for his attention, but he was focused on his work. Colton craved his touch and I was beginning to like it too.

I was getting so horny watching him. He’s a handsome guy and works hard on his body. Every time he stretched in his chair and flexed those muscles, I felt my cock chub up. 

When he put on a pair of glasses to study something on his screen, I felt a smile spread over my lips. I couldn’t concentrate on the stupid tablet game and I ended up letting the gnome die while I thought back to how Mr. Takada had worked my hole open.

I got up and went into the bathroom as if I had to pee. I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. My cock was stirring in the yellow jockstrap and I rubbed it as I watched myself in the mirror. I had on a white t-shirt, a blue hoodie, and the yellow jock. I padded back out to the room without the shorts on. He glanced over at me then did a double-take and smiled.

“I wish I could. I have to finish this for a client,” he said as if reading my thoughts. 

I nodded with disappointment and went back to stretch out on the bed. He kept looking back and forth between me and the laptop screen. I was starting to feel tired, maybe from the injuries the day before. I was getting cranky too and remembered he’d told me Colton always got on edge when he hadn’t been seeded in awhile. It felt like pressure in my neck building to a headache. I needed sex and a nap.

I tried to act like I wasn’t watching him. I went back to my game and tried to stretch out in a hot pose. I was on my side and had one leg propped up so he could get a look at my bottom. The cool breeze in the room hit it and my body shivered. 

I was thoughtlessly propped up on my casted arm and when my body jerked, it made me suddenly aware of the pain. I yelped and rolled over.

“Oh, your pain meds are wearing off! That was probably the first real meal you’ve had in two days. Bring me the pills from the counter,” Mr. Takada said. 

I got off the bed and limped over to the bar near the door where they sat on top of the pharmacy bag. I held my arm with one hand and used the fingers from my bad arm to grip the bottle as I helplessly limped over to him.

“Come to daddy,” he soothed and brought me down into his lap on the rolling desk chair. 

My bare ass against his shorts brought his lap to attention. As much as my arm hurt, my ass wiggled happily on his bulge while he opened the bottle and got out a pill. He gave it to me with a chug of his water bottle and then eased me back against his chest.

“There’s my boy, breathe deeply,” he urged and his hands began to work massaging me. He hit these pressure points on my shoulders that my whole body relax into his arms.

“Oh that feels good. Where did you learn to do that?” I moaned as he hit the right spots.

“In college, I took a course on Chien’mak for healing. It’s most powerful when delivered by the one who holds your heart. You melted so easily the first time I tried it on you,” he said.

“They didn’t offer anything like that when I was in college,” I mumbled as his fingers made the pain disappear. I closed my eyes and felt my muscles open up at his touch.

“You barely finished high school,” he laughed.

“Did too!” I countered. “I did two years at Van Nuys college before I got into the Sheriff’s program.” He chuckled at that.

“My baby the Sheriff? I can’t picture Colton running down perps,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“I’ve caught my fair share. I only had one that really kicked my ass. He snatched a cell phone from a group of guys having brunch at a sidewalk cafe. I was off duty. I chased him three blocks before I pinned him in an alley. We were pretty evenly matched, but he must have been on something. I got a couple of good hits in before he banged my head against the wall and laid me out. When I came to I had the phone, but the guy was long gone. The group of gay guys were huddled over me taking care of me until the paramedics got there. I learned to use my head before charging after with no backup,” I shook my head.

“You really do have the memories from this… Miguel guy. At least your body remembers what Colton likes,” he laughed.

“It’s crazy! I’ve never been into guys, but when I look at you my body just goes into this needy, hornball mode. It’s like I just beg for you to touch me, and when you do…’ I trailed off.

“I see that… Your body remembers who its daddy is,” he said matter-of-factly. 

His voice dropped into that deep daddy octave that sent a chill through Colton… through me. He rubbed a hand down to my yellow jock with “Slutboy” printed on the waistband and gave my bulge a squeeze.

“You look incredible in this. Did you wear it just for me, little slutboy?” Mr. Takada asked as his fingers pulled at the waistband.

“I was going to hit the gym… then I got tired,” I whispered, afraid to admit what I was doing with Colton’s phone and the Chinese guy.

“You need your rest. Your body went through a lot of trauma, almost as bad as the night I rescued you and brought you to live with me,” he said like I should remember that.

“You rescued me?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, another piece of the puzzle.

“I’ll tell you about it later. It’s not a pleasant story and right now my boy needs to get to bed,” he said. 

He nudged me to turn around on his lap so I could face him. He helped me take off the hoodie, easing it over my cast. He put his hands under my t-shirt and rubbed up my stomach as he slowly slid it off. His tongue swiped across his lips as his handsome brown eyes took me in. I felt so open, but so safe in his lap.

“You keep rescuing me,” I yawned as he gently raised my arms to slide my shirt off. He paused with the shirt around my elbows and raised an eyebrow at my statement.

“The hospital, you found me. You came for me.” I felt the shirt slide off my fingertips and I leaned my bare chest forward into his protective hold. 

My arms fell over his shoulders and his hands slid down to cup my ass. I felt his lips on my neck as I rested my head on his shoulder.

He lifted me up and got out of the chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me over to the bed. He sat down and laid back against the pillows, balancing me on his lap. I looked down to see him slide off his shoes and then prop his feet up on the bed.

“I’ll always come for you. I’ll always keep you safe. It’s what daddies do.” Mr. Takada’s lips made little kisses up my neck zeroing in on my ticklish spots until I laughed and tried to squirm away from him. 

He held me tightly though, waiting for me to beg him.

“That’s not keeping me safe!” I laughed and struggled in his hold until he let me go. I raised up from his chest. 

He stopped and stared up at me as his smile faded to a hard straight line. I bit my lip and felt my heart pounding. I needed him inside me. He raised a hand and put it to my cheek. His thumb swiped over my lips and I sucked it in.

“You’re mine, Colt. You’re my boy, and I’ll always rescue you. You know that?” he asked as I slurped on his thumb. 

I nodded. I’d never sucked a dude’s fingers before. I’d gotten my girlfriend’s toes a few times, it turned her on. Something about it pacified me. Any part of him inside me put my body at ease, cleared my head.

“I think it’s time to help you remember something else Colton craves,” he said and pushed me off his chest. I rolled over onto my back and looked at him with curiosity. He sat up and peeled off his shirt.

“Colton likes to…?” I started to ask, but I trailed off as my eyes followed down to his bulge. 

He got off the bed and stretched for me, showing off those hard pecs and chiseled abs. I’d almost looked that good in my old body one summer when I got serious about the gym. Now in Colton’s body I felt so small next to him. I wondered if this was how my girl felt when I held her.

“Of course,” Mr. Takada smiled as he unzipped his shorts. 

He let them fall to the ground unveiling his thick brown monster. I’d had a pretty sizeable one when I was Miguel, but his was thicker and evenly shaped from the base, with a healthy bush of black pubes, to the dark tip. I felt Colton inside me urging me to lunge for it.

“Yes,” I whispered to myself. He came towards me, stepping out of his shorts, and knelt on the bed. It looked bigger as it came towards my face and I parted my lips instinctively.

“You want this? You want daddy inside you?” he growled.

I nodded as I looked up at him. He walked over on his knees until it was dangling over my face. I raised up to get it, but then he pulled back.

“Tell me what you need, boy,” he instructed.

I looked up at him and swallowed hard. I knew he’d make me say it. I knew he’d make me beg for it. I was quickly becoming ok with that…

Chapter 6- The Hunger

“Please, daddy.” I felt a strange and familiar whining come out of my lips. Colton wanted me to beg. I looked up at him with shame. I was begging for a guy’s cock. I couldn’t explain it, but I also couldn’t fight it. 

“Baby,” Mr. Takada sat back on his heels and put his hand to my cheek. “It’s ok. You’re safe with me.” he assured then asked, “What are you afraid of?”

“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted like it was something to hide that I’d only been with girls.

“You’re worried you won’t be good at it? I’ll teach you,” he laughed.

“No… it’s not that… it’s just,” I started but then felt lost for words.

“You’re worried you’ll like it or even love it? Guess what, you will! It’s great!” he laughed again but then got serious. “You are who you are, and love who you love. Would you rather there was a girl here?”

I thought about that as he laid down next to me and brought me over into his chest. He wrapped his muscled arms around me and a surge of warmth spread through me.

“Would you rather be trying to bring her pleasure?” His hand slid down my back and his finger poked inside me.

My body lit up and a gasp escaped my lips. I slid my hand down his abs and pushed my fingers into his briefs.

“Hmm? Does that sound nice, baby? A warm, wet pussy ready to receive you?” He growled.

His lips touched my forehead and my skin prickled in goosebumps. His finger poked inside my hole and he quickly found that spot that made my tent stand at attention.

“Is that what my boy wants?” he asked as he opened me.

“No… sir,” I hissed and my lips puckered on his nipple.

His finger strummed my prostate and my cock leaked inside the jock. I rubbed it against his side, humping his abs in time to his finger inside me.

“Are you sure? Maybe we can find you a nice girl to take care of your need. You can drill her like a real man, not this gay stuff, right? You don’t want to be daddy’s boy anymore?” he asked.

His finger worked my hole and had me arching my back and pushing against it to get more. My body felt electric at his touch, and something about his deep, growling voice had my cock on edge.

“Yeah, bro. That’s what you want, bro? Let’s go find you a nice hot girl. Then you can show me what a real man you are,” he breathed as his his lips kissed under my chin.

He kissed his way down my cheek then nibbled on my ear. It turned out to be another super sensitive spot. This Colton kid was one big nerve ending. Everywhere Mr. Takada touched lit up and begged for more.

“Uhhhh,” I whined as his finger worked inside me.

I rubbed my jock against his thigh and whimpered for more. He had me so close to firing off. My hand slid down to his cock and I unconsciously began to stroke it.

“Don’t grab a cock, dude. That’s gay,” he warned me with a laugh, but Colton inside me wouldn’t let it go.

I gripped it and pumped the hefty shaft. It felt like a real man in my hand.

“You want that? Yeah? Tell daddy what you need. Tell him what a begging little boy you are. Tell him the truth,” Mr. Takada went back to his daddy growl. 

My eyelids fluttered as a million electric pulses shot through me. I was right on the edge.

“I need you inside my hole. I need daddy to own his boy. Make me yours, sir,” I begged. 

I wasn’t sure where the words came from. Colton was breaking through. It felt so natural, so right. 

“More,” he growled.

“I need a real man to show me what my little hole can do. Please daddy,” I whined.

“I don’t know, boy. Are you done with that straight stuff? Are you ready to open up to me and let daddy take care of his boy’s needs?” he asked. 

He slipped his finger out of my ass and I felt the magic suddenly die. I was gasping for air and felt suddenly cold.

“Yes daddy, please. I’m ready.” I heard myself beg. 

I needed it. I felt a flood of emotions break inside me. Admitting it, saying it out loud felt like the chains around me had broken. I was here, in his arms. I was safe with him.

“Show me,” he said. 

He rubbed his fingers over my tongue and then pulled them back. He shoved them inside my hole and I felt my body light up again.

“Yes, sir,” I hissed. 

The two fingers went right for my spot and my cock jumped in the jockstrap. My stomach muscles pulled in tightly and my body shook as my cock filled the jock with cream. It soaked through the fabric and spurted out over his thigh.

“You’re my boy who needs a real man to fuck his hole,” he stated in a low whisper as he bit against my ear.

“Yes daddy,” I whined as my body tensed and shook under his arm. I gasped for air and bit into his nipple.

“That’s my boy. You feel better? All that cranky gone?” Mr. Takada teased lightly as he stroked my back. I nodded, feeling sleepy and spent in his arms.

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” I yawned.

“Good, my turn,” he said and his hand slid up to the back of my head. 

He gripped my hair in his fingers and pushed my lips down towards his cock. Before I could protest, the thick head of it pushed past my lips and salty precum spread over my tastebuds.

“MMM,” I tried to protest, but he just shoved it through. 

I didn’t know much about giving head. I knew what I didn’t like. I didn’t like when my girl just licked at it. I wanted to fuck her mouth but she’d whine if I went too far. I knew I didn’t like when her teeth got in the way. I pulled them back, but his was pretty thick. It stretched my lips.

“That’s it boy. Take your bottle. Suck that milk so you’ll grow big and strong,” he urged, completely unmoved by my protests. 

I flopped over onto my stomach as he held my head on his cock. I wiggled down to lie between his legs. I looked up at him with pleading, wide eyes.

“Oh fuck that feels so good. You like when a real man fucks that boy hole? You like tasting a big cock in your tight little throat? You want this?” His words hit me right in the chest. 

This morning when I’d drooled over the Chinese tech guy’s bulge… and later when I’d licked my lips watching Mr. Takada stretch…last night when I’d seen him come out from the shower and admired his towering muscled figure. Colton needed a real man, and now I did too.

“Mmmm,” I mouthed around his cock as it stuffed my mouth and poked back against my gag reflex.

I sucked it like a pacifier and let myself feel it. I swallowed the precum as it spread over my tongue and rolled down my throat. 

I could feel it sliding down deep inside me, filling me with his seed. I let Colton enjoy himself on it and soon Mr. Takada’s hands let go of my hair as I bobbed up and down on his thick, meaty tool.

“Yeah boy? You needed a real man’s cock in your throat?” he asked and put his fingers in my hair again. 

He pulled me off of his cock and a long line of spit dripped down my chin. I looked at him with desperation, he held me half an inch away from his throbbing monster.

“Yes, daddy. Please let me suck it.” I begged.

“Was your cock this big when you were Miguel? You think he could ever satisfy his love like this with what you had? You think you ever really pleased her like I do with you?” he asked. 

I shook my head. I’d always been proud of what I had, but it was nothing like this.

“No sir. It wasn’t like this one,” I admitted. 

It wasn’t just the size, but the power he held over me. He knew I craved his body, begged to please him. He knew it was more than just a cock. It was something that bonded the boy to him. 

Colton wasn’t just sucking him. He was pleasing the man who worked hard to take care of his body, his heart, his world. I’d never felt anything like it and I needed more. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the tip, but he just pulled me farther from it.

“You take what’s given, boy. Daddy knows what you need,” he scolded. 

He held me just above his cock until I looked up into his eyes in defeat.

“I need it… please,” I begged. He relented and pushed me back down on his thick tool.

“There you go. That’s my good baby. Suck daddy’s cock. Take it back into your throat,” he said. 

He lifted up off the bed and started to fuck my lips. I gagged and sputtered when he hit my throat but I kept going as my eyes watered.

“Look at me. Let me see those pretty green eyes,” he instructed. 

I looked up and our eyes locked as he stuffed me with his cock.

“There’s my baby. My boy looks so good with his throat stuffed. I can see it right there,” he said and reached a hand down to grip my throat. 

My casted arm rested on the bed beside him, but my good hand slid up his stomach. He reached for it and our fingers interlocked as he rammed his cock into my throat and massaged it with his fingers.

“Good boy, yeah swallow daddy’s cock. Fuck I’m so close. Are you ready for daddy’s load? Ready to take your medicine?” He growled. 

For the first time since I’d met him, I watched him lose control. His eyes screwed up and his lips curled as he bared his teeth.

“Oh fuck, Colt. Fuck. Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest as his cock started to fire off down my throat. 

I gagged and flailed as he filled me with his seed. I couldn’t breathe. His cum filled my throat and backed up into my nostrils. My eyes were watering and some of it leaked out of my nose. I was desperate and drowning in the seed I’d begged for. 

It should have hurt. I should have felt the panic, but deep inside me Colton came alive as Mr. Takada’s juice found its way into every part of me.

“Best. Boy. Ever,” he praised, punctuating his words by slamming his cock in me. 

I was a heaving gasping mess as I tried to swallow his seed as quickly as he could pump it. It overwhelmed my senses and then for some reason I felt my own cock fire off again.

“Uhhhh,” I wailed as he pulled my lips off his cock. My body jerked and spasmed as my cock filled my cum-stained jock all over again.

“Oh I’m cumming!” I yelled and Mr. Takada hooked his hands under my armpits to pull me up to his chest as my body flailed and cum spit out of the crusted jock.

“Fuck,” I whined as he held me against his chest. 

His lips found mine and his tongue slid into my cum coated mouth. His tongue pushed around the cum and sent it back to my throat. I swallowed on him, slurping his tongue clean of every ounce of seed.

He rolled me over onto my back and pinned me down against the mattress with his weight. He kissed me deeply as we recovered. His hot, sweaty maze of muscles descended on me and crushed me into the mattress.

“That’s my good boy,” he smiled as he pulled off of me. He raised off of me and sat back on his heels, straddling my frame.

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“This jock is going to need a deep cleaning,” he laughed as he gave my bulge a rewarding pat. He lifted me up and helped me off the bed.

“Here, take it off. We can’t send it to laundry like that,” he frowned. I slid it down and stepped out of it. I held it up in my palm. The pouch was soaked with two hot loads of my spunk. Some of it was starting to dry.

“What do I do with it?” I asked. 

He thought for a second then took it and put it to my lips. The stench of my salty cum hit my nose. It didn’t smell as good as his had when it stuffed my nose.

“Open,” he said. I turned my face and shook my head.

“That’s gross,” I said and started to protest. I shouldn’t have opened my mouth though. He quickly shoved it in pouch-first and the globs of cum rubbed into my taste buds.

“Suck it clean. You know better than to tell me no,” he barked and kept his hand over my mouth. 

His tone said he wasn’t playing around. I started to suck it and swallow the loads of cum I’d given up. He kept his hand over my mouth for a minute then let go when he was satisfied that I was complying with his orders.

“That’s my boy. Suck it clean while I order us a nice dinner then it’s off to bed for you,” he said. I turned the jock over and over in my mouth, sucking the cum out of the fibers and tasting my day’s worth of sweat and a little piss. It was a menagerie of gross, but his tone told me it wasn’t up for discussion. Colton was obedient.

He sent me off to the bathroom while he ordered some dinner from room service. We took a long, hot bath together and shared a steak and a tray of raw vegetables while we watched some dumb comedy show on his ipad set up on the ledge of the tub. He washed me, helped me into pajamas, and sent me off to bed while he got back to finishing his work for the day.

I fell asleep with my cheek on the pillow watching him bang out some numbers on his laptop in just a small pair of gym shorts. I had a permanent smile on my face and my body felt so relaxed from his touch. 

I thought about what I’d be doing if I was Miguel right then. I’d be worried about finding a new job and trying to keep my girlfriend happy and bills paid and probably have an upcoming court date from hitting the kid on the skateboard. I tried to think of one thing Colton had to worry about. I couldn’t. This really wasn’t so bad.

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I wasn’t sure how late it was when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes in the dimly lit room and heard voices. I saw Mr. Takada sitting at the table having a drink with some guy who had his back to me. They were talking in a low voice and Mr. Takada was showing him some papers.

“You woke up! I tried to keep it quiet. We just needed to review some papers,” he said and looked over at me in the bed as I sat up. 

The stranger looked over at me too and something about his face looked familiar. He was a brawny Asian guy, maybe 30-something with spiky black hair and a handsome face. He had on a t-shirt and shorts that hugged his muscular frame while Mr. Takada just had on the gym shorts he’d worn when he put me to bed. The Colton in me had a momentary fantasy of pleasing both of them together.

“Colt, this is Mr. Sayed. He’s heading out on a late flight tonight and wanted to wrap up some deals,” Mr. Takada said. Mr. Sayed eyed me with a familiar smile.

All of a sudden it hit me how I knew him. He’d exchanged messages and dirty pics with Colton. I remembered him from the phone files. I felt my heart race wondering if he was here to spill the details to Mr. Takada. I raised a hand to offer a wave and hoped he didn’t recognize me.

“He brought you your new phone! I’d asked him to get it for you since they’re not available in the US yet. I was going to replace your phone before it got smashed in the accident. I was going to give it to you when you woke up in the morning,” Mr. Takada said excitedly.

He came over with a box and sat next to me on the bed. Mr. Sayed followed him and sat on my other side. I was wearing a long-sleeved thermal top pulled over my cast and the comforter was covering my lower half. 

Sitting between the two older men had me ready for more action. My cock stirred in my pajama pants.

“It’ll be perfect for you.” He opened the box and pulled out what looked like a midget version of my smartphone. He handed it to me. It was white and the whole front was a screen. It glowed to life and my name appeared.

“I had them program it for you so it’s ready to go,” Mr. Sayed said.

“All it does is talk and text!” Mr. Takada said excitedly.

“Why does it only do that?” I asked.

“So you don’t get distracted with all that social media and game junk that’s been affecting your studies. Everything is controlled from my phone so I can see where you are and send you apps if you need them,” he explained.

“Send me apps?” I asked.

“Yes, like if you need a car to pick you up, he can send you the rideshare. Or if you’re lost, he can send a map to guide you home. If you need to buy something, he can send you the bank card. It’s a very smart phone,” Mr. Sayed explained.

“This will be perfect. No distractions for you. All you need is basic communication with me and safety. You said you wanted to get your grades up and this is a good start. From now on my boy will have less to think about, just chores and school,” Mr. Takada said and smiled like this was the greatest idea ever. 

I felt his hand slide under the covers and touch my thigh. My cock jumped.

“It’s really the best thing for him,” Mr. Sayed agreed. He put his hand on my head and rubbed my hair like I was his son.

“Well? What do you say to Mr. Sayed?” Mr. Takada said.

“Oh… um thank you, sir,” I said and looked over at him. His eyes studied me like he was trying to recognize me. Maybe he didn’t remember me after all. Was that possible?

“And he still hasn’t recovered any of his memories?” Mr. Sayed asked and eyed me suspiciously.

“None. The doctor says they may come back in little spurts or in a flood,” Mr. Takada explained.

“So sad. Poor boy probably feels lost and hopeless,” Mr. Sayed offered.

“This new Colton is starting to grow on me though. He’s much more obedient, respectful, and quiet,” Mr. Takada laughed and kissed my cheek.

“That’s a nice change. I had a boy I kept in Singapore for some years. I couldn’t be there full time with him and guide him in his growth. I got too busy with business and when we talked he just asked for things he wanted or demanded a bigger allowance. We grew apart and I sent him off to business school. He’s doing well and working in finance. He has a boy of his own now,” Mr. Sayed said as he stroked my hair.

“I worry about that with Colton. He needs a great deal of guidance, and it’s so easy to let him get off track. If I’d kept a better eye on him he wouldn’t have wandered off and gotten hit by a car. This accident made me realize what he means to me,” Mr. Takada said.

I thought back to the texts between him and Colton where the kid was constantly whining and asking for things. I also thought about the exchanges Colton had with Mr. Sayed and the other men on his old phone. 

Maybe Mr. Takada did know and thought it was his own fault for not being there when Colton needed him. I felt a pain of guilt even though I’d done nothing wrong here.

“Almost losing someone makes you really find out what they mean to you. I realized the boy I had wasn’t what I wanted. You realized that he was all you ever wanted,” Mr. Sayed agreed.

They both stared at me thoughtfully. It was pretty awkward. My eyes darted between the men and then I yawned.

“Well I’d better be off to the airport. I left some other gifts for you both. Thank you for helping me with the transactions. I hope your boy is better soon,” Mr. Sayed said and stood up. Mr. Takada showed him out as I disappeared back under the covers.

I laid there listening to Mr. Takada exchange goodbyes with him and then turn off the lights and pad over to the bed. He got in next to me and pulled me in under his arm.

“Tomorrow we’re heading home,” Mr. Takada said with a yawn of his own.

“Home. I can’t remember anything about it,” I said.

“Well you’ll see it tomorrow. Everyone misses you,” Mr. Takada said.

“Everyone? We live with other people?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. We bought an old run-down house on a property and tore it out to build our own little community. We built a little court of townhomes with a high wall around them, a place to keep our boys safe. You love it. I even built a little skate ramp for you in the back,” Mr. Takada said with another yawn. He rubbed the back of my head as I listened to his heartbeat.

It sounded like tomorrow was going to be another adventure in discovering Colton. I fell asleep under his hold. Colton was going home.

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Ch. 7- Mr. Takada’s Neighborhood

Story Recap: Miguel finds himself in the body of a teenage white boy named Colton whose guardian/lover is an older muscle-daddy, mixed-race man he knows as Mr. Takada. Miguel uncovered that Colton wasn’t the innocent he seemed. He also learned that being a kept boy is preferable to his old life and opened his body to new experiences. He still doesn’t know what caused him to enter Colt’s body. Will Colton’s indiscretions come back to bite him?

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“This is home,” Mr. Takada said as he pulled off the small residential street up to a thick wall of greenery as a solid steel gate slid across the driveway. 

The gate parted to show a small cul-de-sac driveway lined with five small, modern, three-level, steel and white stucco homes. The high wall of Italian Cypress trees that lined the property blocked the outside view except for a small peak at the hills.

“It’s beautiful,” I said as the he paused the car for the steel gate to slide closed behind us.

“Ours is that one. I picked the back corner for the safety of my boy. This first one here belongs to an FBI agent, you know him as Mr. Dawson. He helped rescue you and bring you here,” Mr. Takada pointed to the first house on the right. 

“Our” house was in the very back and pushed off a little. He glided towards it slowly. A younger guy, early 20’s muscled blonde all-American, came out of one of the houses wearing a small pair of shorts. He waved to Mr. Takada as the car rolled past.

“That’s Brent. He’s one of the newer boys. His dads are Kevin and Daniel, Mr. Jung and Mr. Choi as you know them… or would know them if you remembered anything,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“He has two dads?” I asked. I wondered how my ass would handle two of them.

“Yes. not every daddy has a romantic relationship with his boy. Some are just boys who need a strong father, or two. Brent’s getting his life together. It looks like he’s doing his chores. He’s on lawn duty this month,” Mr. Takada explained.

“Is he… you know,” I asked.

“He was straight when he got here… but very submissive. His dads had him break up with his girlfriend. He’s in med school and needs to focus. He came in thinking he could have two older gay men pay for his life. He’s learned he has to earn things just like everyone else. He’s turned into a very respectful boy.” Mr. Takada pulled into the driveway of our little three-story.

“Are there any guys my age?” I asked when he put the car in park.

“No, and you wouldn’t be here either if it hadn’t been necessary. I wanted to wait until you were 18, but life doesn’t always work out that way,” he noted. 

We started to get out, but he put his hand on my leg to tell me to stay. He came around and opened my door to help me out, not that I needed it. I was still bruised and my arm was in a cast, but I was starting to feel better.

“I got you in trouble?” I asked.

“No… I’m the main investor in this community so I’m the majority vote here. I made a killing off an app I sold and put most of it into this. I get a nice bit of rent each month. We share community decisions, especially when it comes to new members. The other men weren’t in favor of bringing you here, but I was set. I couldn’t walk away when you needed me. You’re my boy,” Mr. Takada said as he held the door open for me.

“Who lives in that first house across from the FBI dude?” I looked around the quiet little court and pointed to the house near the gate.

“That one is a rental for… vacations. A lot of men from out of town or out of country have sons they want to vacation with. Our community is unique, plus it’s in the middle of Beverly Hills. We have a long list of reservations from daddies who can’t live openly with their sons, some are even married with families of their own.” He nudged me towards the house. 

“That’s crazy!” I shook my head. 

“They come here to escape, role-play. Some even want to build something like this in their own countries. Right now there’s an older Congressman from Idaho there with his 25 year old “assistant.” They’ve been pretty quiet.“ Mr. Takada smirked.

“Woah! Someone famous?” I asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s get you inside. Donovan is making a special lunch for you and he’s cleaned the house from top to bottom from the painters.” Mr. Takada got our bags and guided me towards the door.

“Who’s Donovan?” I asked just as the door popped open and a dark, athletic muscle-jock peeked out at us. 

He looked a few years older than Colton and was questionably of Latino or Asian descent.

“Colt! You don’t look so bad,” he said with an Australian accent. 

Mr. Takada re-introduced us and gave him a kiss on the cheek before warning Donovan not to hug me too hard. He didn’t listen. He came and lifted me off the ground with a tight hug that pushed the air out of my lungs.

“Donovan’s going to stay with us for a little to help you get back on track.” Mr. Takada guided me inside. 

The door opened to a completely open first floor. It was bounded by windows on all sides like a glass box. The large living room had a big L-shaped couch with a long, high table in the dining area and a sweeping modern kitchen with steel and bright lights. Something was cooking and smelled really good.

“Let’s go put our stuff down and then we’ll eat,” Mr. Takada said and guided me towards an open stairway that led up into the ceiling. 

We climbed the stairs to the second floor that held an open office and a guest bedroom where Donovan had set up.

“This is fucking lit,” I remarked. 

Everything looked straight out of the future and had a uniquely masculine style to it. There was a huge tv setup in a small alcove with every gaming system I drooled over but was never allowed by my girlfriend to buy. There was a cozy couch in front of it that would be perfect for game time.

“Wait till you see the top floor!” Mr. Takada beamed. 

He led me up another set of stairs that led to two doors.

“This one is your room,” he said and opened the door to a blue-painted room with stars on the ceiling. 

It was the quintessential boys bedroom. It had a twin bed with a dark blue comforter splattered with silver stars, a glass-top desk with a top of the line computer, and framed autographed pictures of different sports celebrities on the walls.

“Holy fuck! You have a picture of you with Trav Allen! He’s a four-time world champ!” I shrieked like a twelve year old as I rushed over to it.

“He’s a friend,” Mr. Takada shrugged. 

I flopped down on the bed and felt it adjust to my frame like a warm hug.

“This feels incredible!” I was in heaven.

“It’s set up to put you to sleep.” Mr. Takada said and pulled the blinds closed so the room went pitch black. 

He turned on a small blue glowing silo on the bedside table. He touched a button on it and it started playing soothing ocean sounds as the dim blue light filled the room. He came and sat next to me on the bed and rubbed my chest until I yawned.

“I love it! But… I don’t sleep with you?” I asked. 

The past two nights sleeping in his arms had been the best rest of my life. The dreams were crazy happy and I woke feeling so rested. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give that up.

“Of course you do, but every boy needs a space of his own. This is your boy cave, your nest. I have my office. This is where you come to study or think or nap. You can always come here and have privacy when you need it. No one else is allowed in here except for you and me… and the painters. I like the darker blue they did and the stars look pretty cool,” he pointed to the ceiling where a faint line of blue stars glowed softly.

“It’s incredible! But… I like falling asleep with you,” I said.

“We’ve slept in here a few times. It’s a small bed, but some nights you need to be held that tightly,” Mr. Takada said. 

He laid down next to me and pulled me on top of him. My body filled with warmth as I snuggled into his chest. 

“This house is so bad-ass! It makes my place look like a dump!” I exclaimed. His smile faded.

“I kind of like this amnesia. You were so excited the first time you saw it and now you get that all over again,” he laughed.

“Yeah… it’s really great,” I joked half-heartedly. Thinking about it soured the mood.

“You still don’t remember any of this? You still think you’re Miguel?” he asked as I propped myself up on his chest and looked down at him.

“Yeah… It’s what I feel. I mean all of this is like one crazy learning thing after another! I mean you like… touch me and my cock explodes. You hold me and I feel this warmth right down to my core. You do this thing with your tongue on my ear that sends this deep shiver through me… It’s… everything is so different and things I never imagined my body could feel.” I said and leaned down to kiss him. 

Our lips wrestled then I pulled back.

“I know my way around a boy,” he smiled.

“It’s fucking incredible dude… but I need to know what happened to me. I need to know what happened to my girlfriend. Maybe they weren’t real, but they feel so real to me!” I said.

“Baby I don’t know what happened. Maybe it’s a movie you saw or one of those cop shows you like! Maybe you read an article about this guy! I don’t know! But I know my boy. I know this perfect little body and this beautiful heart and kind soul. I know my boy. I know you,” Mr. Takada said with a heavy sadness. 

He wanted so much for Colton to come back. He deserved his boy back.

I sighed and chewed on my lip while I tried to think of something. I laid my head down against his chest and his arms wrapped around me. He kissed my hair and rubbed my back while one hand slid down to cup my ass. He rubbed it thoughtfully. 

“I’m sorry, daddy. I wish it made sense,” I whispered against his chest.

“I know, baby. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” he assured.

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Donovan made us grilled turkey sandwiches and soup for lunch. We ate at the high wooden table and the two of them traded stories over my head to try and jog my memory. 

I learned that Donovan had been Mr. Takada’s boy before me. They’d split up a few months before he’d met me. Donovan was in college and wanted to move into the dorms. They still had a daddy-son connection, but it wasn’t like what we had. He stayed in the guest room whenever he slept over and sometimes brought his boyfriend.

“He’s been a good brother to you and tutors you in math,” Mr. Takada said.

“I hate math. I’ve always sucked at it,” I said.

“Seriously! Last time you threatened me with violence!” Donovan laughed.

“My baby’s a fighter,” Mr. Takada ruffled my hair.

“Justin’s coming over soon to bring Colt his homework for the week,” Donovan said.

“Justin is Donovan’s boy. He’s in some of your classes and he keeps an eye on you at school,” Mr. Takada explained.

“So… you have a boy of your own?” I asked with confusion.

“He’s 18, but not the best student. I’m working on him,” Donovan explained.

“So that makes you a daddy now like Mr. Takada?” I was getting more curious about this situation. It was a world I’d never thought existed.

“Well… Daddy in training, maybe,” Donovan started and looked at Mr. Takada for guidance. “He was there for me when I needed a lot of direction, and he’ll always be a father to me. But I became more interested in learning how to be like him and motivate others. He showed me how to be disciplined and go after my goals. Hopefully I’ll be as successful as he is someday.”

“You’ll do well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some emails that desperately need my attention. Why don’t you show Colt some of the video games he likes while I work?” Mr. Takada said.

“Sure, let me clean up from lunch before I kick his ass in War Zen,” Donovan laughed.

Mr. Takada kissed me and disappeared up the stairs while Donovan cleared the dishes from lunch. I offered to help, but he said I wasn’t supposed to lift a finger until I recovered. 

He cleaned up quickly then we went up and played games for a few hours.

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I was just getting the hang of shooting the attackers while watching out for Donovan’s sabotage. We were supposed to be on the same team, but he seemed intent on helping me die. I had to keep finding medicine kits to heal myself before my character bled out. I was getting better at finding the kits than staying alive.

“Justin’s at the gate,” Mr. Takada’s voice surprised me from behind. His hands came down on my shoulders while Donovan jumped up to head down to the front door.

“Colt! Buddy!” A guy said when Mr. Takada and I headed down. 

Justin was a tall, lanky dude; all arms and legs, with floppy brown hair and a boyish face. He had on a basketball uniform marked with the bronco mascot for South Beverly High School. He came and gave me a hug, crushing me like Donovan had done. 

Colton was fragile.

“Hey man,” I said when he put me down. 

He pointed over to a stack of books on a long narrow table that ran along the back of the couch.

“I brought your stuff. Your locker is tricky. There’s a chem test in the stack. It was pretty rough so I brought you the answers,” he laughed.

“Oh wow thanks!” I said. 

I had zero memory of anything I’d learned in high school chemistry.

“No way, take them back,” Mr. Takada directed. “My boy needs to learn. There will be no shortcuts for him.”

“Oh, of course. Sorry sir,” he said and reached into the pile to pull back a paper. 

He crumpled it and my dreams of an easy A went with them.

“I don’t know any of this stuff,” I lamented when I looked at the stack of books.

“You’ll learn. We’ll all help you,” Mr. Takada said.

“Yeah! I can do that!” Justin chimed with excitement.

“We’re all Team Colton!” Donovan assured.

“I already finished high school… Eight years ago. I can’t start it all over again,” I whined and looked up at Mr. Takada as he rubbed my shoulders.

“Good, then you’ll do well!” He said without pity.

“Well the chores are all done so we’re off to the movies!” Donovan said.

“Bloodsport Hell-Trek 3! This one’s supposed to be the bloodiest!” Justin cheered.

“Woah! I forgot that came out today! I’ve been dying to see it! Can I go with you? That would make me feel ready to get started on all this work!” I perked up. 

The first and second in the series were so lit!

“A horror film for my boy? Not a chance! You get nightmares easily and I don’t want any new junk put into your already confused brain. Besides, we have homework to start on,” Mr. Takada said.

“I can’t do homework. I’m injured. That’s like the one perk of being hurt.” I tried to sound pitiful.

“We’ll take it slow on the homework, but I don’t allow movies like that. We’ll have a nice evening together when we’re finished. I promise.” Mr. Takada’s lips came to rest on my neck then he kissed his way up to my ear. 

My body eased at his touch and the movie dreams went away.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled weakly. His hands went to my sides and he pressed his muscled frame against my back.

“I put a dinner together for you in the fridge. It’s the glass dish. Just pop it in the oven for 45 minutes at 375,” Donovan interrupted. I nodded distractedly as Mr. Takada nibbled on my ear.

“Have fun, boys,” Mr. Takada tore his lips away and bid them farewell. He wrapped his arms across my chest and rested his chin on my shoulder. He grabbed my good arm and raised it to wave goodbye to them.

Chapter 8- Napoleon

They left and we settled in on the couch to read a chapter on the Napoleonic Wars. Mr. Takada put on the reading glasses that gave him that extra hot daddy look.

He pulled me into his lap and propped a foot up on the coffee table while we spread the book in front of me. He steadied the book with his right hand while his left rubbed up and down between my stomach and chest.

“Napoleon rose to power in 1799 just after the French revolution,” he started while idly rubbing my sensitive chest.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled and eased back into his arms. 

My body was waking up at his touch and there was a french revolution rising in my shorts.

“Oh, right! I forgot,” he said and eased me off his lap. 

He put me beside him and stretched an arm around me while he continued.

We read through the chapter then worked on the questions. It was so boring, but I had his full attention. Something about that made Colton… and me happy.

“I’m getting so sleepy,” I did a fake yawn. “We should go lie down.” I rubbed his thigh.

“No, no. We’ll end up wasting the whole evening if we do that. Let’s go put dinner in the oven then get back to work,” he said and pushed my hand off his leg.

“But… I’m injured. You said I need more rest,” I flashed Colton’s green eyes at him and tried to look pitiful.

It was kind of fun being an adored boy. My girlfriend just demanded things of me. It was different with Mr. Takada. He was always ready to shower me with affection.

“Do you think that being a Daddy is always about plugging your hole? I have to make the hard decisions for both of us sometimes. We need to keep up with your schoolwork.” He furrowed his brows and looked serious.

“My decision is feeling really hard… Please, daddy?” I said and put his hand on my bulge. He gave it a squeeze, but was unmoved.

“Now. Colton. Kitchen. Oven. Studies.” He growled to show he wasn’t playing around. He stood up and reached for my hand. I took it and went to put the dinner in the oven.

“Ok, let’s get on that Chemistry quiz,” Mr. Takada said when I came back. He had the book open and a sharpened pencil at the ready.

It wasn’t as hard as I thought. I’d had a good chem teacher at the community college and I remembered the little stories he told us to help us remember things.

“Dr. Coffee was his name. He always yelled at the Arab students who were smoking outside the classroom,” I laughed.

I told him it was the class where I’d met Diana, my girlfriend. She tutored me and made me like being there. I was going on and on with my story when I suddenly noticed he was looking at me with shock.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You really have this guy in your head, don’t you?” He looked at me like I was an alien.

“I do… but like I also feel Colton… It’s almost as if we’re in here together,” I confessed.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He put his hands to my cheeks and held my face.

I nodded.

He kissed me.

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We worked on the quiz until the buzzer went off for the food. We unwrapped the foil to find grilled chicken and vegetables in this lemon pepper sauce. It was light and we worked together at the table while we ate. He had a glass of wine and poured me fruit juice in a wine glass.

We finished the quiz and he told me to clean up the kitchen while he went to make a few phone calls. He put on some dance music for me to work while he went up to his office.

I cleaned everything and put it away then went back to my stack of books. I did three simple algebra problems and then started to feel sleepy for real. I laid down on the couch and waited for Mr. Takada to come back and help.

I woke up against a warm chest with arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his waist. He was carrying me up the stairs quietly.

I inhaled his cologne and the sweat from his day that made my stomach flutter. I took another sniff and my lips instinctively touched his skin. I traced my tongue up his neck as he balanced me in his arms.

“Looks like it’s bedtime for you,” he said as he made his way to the second floor stairs to head up to the bedroom.

“I’m pretty heavy. You can put me down,” I laughed with a yawn.

“I can carry my boy just fine,” he noted and kissed my hair. 

I couldn’t remember the last time someone had carried me like that.

I was used to being the carrier, the bulky guy, the man.

I’d been the one to lug the groceries, or turn off the lights and lock up while Diana went to bed. I’d been the one to take a punch while taking down a suspect and then go on with my day like it was nothing. 

Cops are supposed to be made of steel.

I’d been the guy people called to run into their disasters or chase down their monsters. 

It sucked. This didn’t.

I was starting to get what Colton saw in this, what it felt like to just be a boy. I snuggled into his warmth and just let go.

“I didn’t finish the math problems. I’m sorry, daddy,” I told him; though Colton was in my brain screaming for me to shut up.

“It’s ok, boy. I didn’t tell you to start on that. We have another day before you go back to school,” he said as he lumbered up to the third floor with me. He pressed me against the doorframe while he fumbled with the handle. It opened to a dark room.

He turned on a switch and the room lit up. It was straight out of a magazine. One entire wall was made up of glass which probably had a view during the day.

At night it just reflected back a sprawling white bed covered in a fluffy comforter and big pillows with a huge painting of black and white lines splayed out in every direction from a small red circle, a huge wood-framed mirror the size of a garage door that leaned against one wall, and a black leather couch in the corner. 

The floor was a dark-black, stained wood that spanned the length of the expansive room.

“Holy shit this is beautiful!” I said from over his shoulder. “Where do you even find a mirror that big? It could fall over and crush us!”

“It’s bolted down, love,” he laughed. “I forgot you haven’t been in here since your accident.”

“What’s this?” I asked as he set me down. 

Along the wall by the door there was a series of identical picture frames in a straight line from door to wall. They were empty except for the first three which had pictures of Colton and Mr. Takada. I walked away from him to get a closer look.

The first one had Colton with a bruise on his cheek and a small, healing cut over his eye. 

The second had them smiling at the beach, and the third had them dressed up at what looked like a wedding. The rest were all empty.

“It’s a project you’re working on. You wanted us to get a picture for every month we’re together until we fill up the whole wall,” Mr. Takada said.

“You’ve only been with him three months?” I asked.

“Three months since I rescued him… rescued you from Utah and brought y… my boy home,” he said.

There he was again trying to piece me together with Colton before deciding to use the pronoun ‘my boy.’ He knew. He knew on some level I was telling the truth.

“That’s a cool idea, real romantic,” I noted, ignoring his misstep.

“My boy can be romantic when he wants,” Mr. Takada’s voice appeared behind me and his hands slid around my waist to rub my stomach.

“Sounds like he wasn’t always very nice to you… or grateful for what you gave him,” I said before I could think about the weight of the words.

“Sometimes, but things are better now.” His lips landed on my neck and his hands rubbed up under my shirt, sending chills through me.

“I thought…” I gasped as his warmth spread through me. “I thought we had to focus.”

“My boy did well with his studies. So now he gets his reward. You want that, baby?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I whined as my fingers clawed at his button-up shirt.

I tore at them as his lips landed on mine and wrestled them into the submission the rest of my body felt for him.

His hands slid down to my ass as I pulled his shirt open to feel his hard muscled pecs heaving for air. 

His body was always so warm, but with the excitement it pulsed with heat.

He pulled me against him and lifted me off the ground to carry me over to the bed, our bed. He pushed me off of him and tossed me against the fluffy down comforter. He stood over me looking ravenous as he made quick-work of the open shirt and tossed it across the room.

He opened his pants and let them fall to the floor, then stepped out of them and lunged towards the bed as I crawled backwards to the safety of the pillows.

“No way. My boy begs for me then crawls away?” He sneered.

He grabbed my legs and easily flipped me over so I was on my stomach. 

I hugged the pillows and looked back at him with a whimper as he crawled up and over me. He straddled me on the bed and looked down at his prey with hunger.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked and looked up at him as I bit my lip.

“You want that, baby? You can’t even remember what it feels like to have me shoved up that tight little hole, can you?” he asked.

His hands slid up the sides of my shirt as he pushed it up my back. He leaned down and kissed up the center of my back as he pushed it up my arms and over my cast.

“I can’t remember it, but Colton does. He needs it so badly. He’s clawing in me to get at it,” I admitted.

His lips kissed up to the back of my neck and he ground his bulge against my ass.

“Y tu, Miguel?” he asked me in Spanish, asking if I needed it too. In truth, I did.

“Si, papi [yes, daddy]” I told him. “Chingame por favor.”

“What does that mean?” he asked, showing his limited Spanish.

“It means, fuck me, please,” I told him.

“Colton doesn’t know any Spanish… he’s taking Japanese.” Mr. Takada froze.

He turned me over to face him and studied me again with an intense stare like he could see behind my eyes.

“I can’t say that in Japanese,” I laughed playfully and pet his chest.

“Must have been something you heard a friend say,” he reasoned.

“Es posible pero Español es mi idioma natal,” I rambled on in Spanish explaining that it was my first language.

I stopped when he shook his head in frustration. It wasn’t adding up.

“Fuck! Baby!” He raised up off me and sat back on his heels with a heavy bulge straining his boxer briefs.

He raised his arms and put his hands on his head, pushing back his black hair. He took a deep breath and puzzled through the conundrum.

“I upset you,” I said and reached for him.

“It freaks me out. I wish I knew how to help you figure this out. I love you so fucking much that it tears me up. What can I do? What will help my boy?” He looked down at me with frustration.

“Tonight you can fuck me. Tomorrow we can figure something out. But my hole is going to go on strike if I don’t get it soon. Please, dude… daddy. Please fuck me.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

He forced a smile and nodded. His raging cock hadn’t gone down.

He leaned down and kissed me again then reached over and fumbled with the side table. I looked over to see him pull open the drawer then grab a remote.

He aimed it at the ceiling and hit a button. The bedroom windows filled with white as a screen inside them slid down.

“That’s so bad ass dude!” I sat up and watched.

“Just because the community knows what we do in this room doesn’t mean they get to watch it,” he laughed. 

He tossed the remote back in the drawer and something caught my eye.

“What’s that?” I asked. He laughed and pulled out this black rubber pipe.

“It’s your puppy tail! You only used it once. It wasn’t very comfortable. You looked pretty hot with it in though!” He wagged it at my face.

“The fuck?” I asked with wide eyes as I looked it over. 

It had a plug end that went inside me and a floppy tail end that seemed to move on its own.

“This end goes in your hole and the other sticks out like a tail. You were bouncing around on the bed panting and whining when I got home. You had on a little collar and black painted nose with a black ears headband. Wait! I have a video!* He said with a weird giggle.

He reached for his phone and scrolled around until he found it. He showed me a video of Colton bare ass naked with a leather collar and a black wagging tail coming out of his ass. The boy was on all fours on the bed wiggling his tail and panting with his tongue out.

“That’s my good boy. That’s my sweet puppy,” Mr. Takada praised as he pet Colton’s head and scratched under his cheek.

“That’s some freaky shit!” I laughed in embarrassment as the video played.

“You looked so fucking adorable. It’s what I get for leaving him with a laptop and credit card!” He laughed.

The video took a dirtier turn as the camera panned down to show Mr. Takada pushing down his pants and freeing that perfect, thick cock. Colton made some more excited whining noises and his lips dove onto it. Mr. Takada stopped the playback and looked over excitedly.

“He didn’t ask for permission,” I noted when he stopped the video.

“What?” Mr. Takada asked, half distracted.

“You told me a boy needs to beg for it and earn it. He bought things without permission. He took your cock without asking.” My cop juices were flaring up.

Colton had spent money without asking and also went for his cock without asking.

“Oh… well… yeah. Colton was a difficult boy to discipline at first. I got a little lazy with it, but you’re learning now. Right boy? You seem so much more eager to learn since the accident,” He started with an uneasy tone but then switched to that low growling daddy voice that aimed to put me in my place.

Maybe it was nothing, but my investigator instincts red-flagged it.

He looked at me and something in his eyes told me he needed assurance. He puts his hands on my chest and my body quickly melted to his will. My asshole twitched to remind me what I needed. I wrestled with it for a minute then nodded and eyed him hungrily.

“Yes, daddy. I’m your boy. Please fuck me. I did my studies like you told me,” I begged. His body relaxed at my obedience. He lunged for me and pinned me back against the bed.

“That’s right, boy. You did as you were told and now you get what you want. Tell daddy what you want,” he said and pulled at my shorts and briefs.

He slid them down my legs and off. He turned me on my side and looked at my bruise to see it was doing ok. He pushed me back down.

“I want you to play with my boy hole,” I told him the obvious.

“Whose boy hole is it?” he asked as if correcting me.

“It’s yours, daddy. You own it. Show me what it was made for. Own your boy,” I was getting into this filthy talk stuff. It was pretty fucking hot. My cock flopped over my stomach; hard, leaking, and pointing straight north. He nodded to show I was right.

“That’s right. This is mine and I don’t want you playing with it. A boy shouldn’t fiddle with a man’s work. You got that? I know you touch it sometimes and try to make it feel good, but you could get hurt down there. It’s daddy work, you get that?” he asked. 

He spread my legs and gave my hole a hard tap with his fingers. I winced and pulled back as he hit it roughly.

“Yes sir. I won’t do it again,” I gasped as a small shock of pain rippled through my hole.

“I know you won’t, boy. You’re my good boy now. You know your place,” he sad and kissed his way down my stomach. He licked the tip of my cock and made it bounce.

He lapped at the precum that leaked out and then brought his tongue to my lips. I sucked it in eagerly. Colton’s cum tasted different than mine had. He kissed his way down my chest again, this time faster and rougher, giving a bite to each of my nipples. I yelped in protest.

“Whiny baby,” he noted and raised up off of me then rolled over onto his back. “Come take your pacifier to settle you down,” He slid down his boxer briefs and his big floppy cock popped out.

“Fuck yeah,” I said and hopped up. I crawled over on my knees and gripped his cock. I dove on it, letting it stretch my lips and slide over my tongue. 

His thick flesh tasted so good as it filled my mouth. I swallowed the drop of precum that it left on my tongue. I bobbed on his cock and wiggled my ass near his head. He pulled my legs over and then lifted one and pulled me to straddle his chest. I slurped on his cock and he pulled my ass back towards his face.

“Fuck, that pink hole is winking at me. Wait! I have an idea!” He said excitedly. He sat up and pushed me down on his cock. He reached for the side table and grabbed his phone. He hit something on it and I looked up to see a screen coming down from the ceiling near the window. It rolled down and then glowed to life.

“Look, Colton. It’s you,” he said and the screen roared to life with a picture of me from behind. He was videoing us with his phone and somehow sending it to the screen. I remembered he was a super tech guy. 

The picture showed my legs spread to either side of his chest with my asshole winking at the camera. He put a hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb over my hole to show me.

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Chapter 9- The W.A.B.

“Look, Colton. It’s you,” he said and the screen roared to life with a picture of me from behind. He was videoing us with his phone and somehow sending it to the screen. I remembered he was a super tech guy.

The picture showed my legs spread to either side of his chest with my asshole winking at the camera. He put a hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb over my hole to show me.

“That’s weird,” I laughed. 

Was my body really that pale and small? I’d only looked at myself once when I was in my old body as Miguel. I was a curious teenager and used the bathroom mirror to see a dark ring around my asshole. It wasn’t something I’d really played with. 

Colton’s skin was so white and his asshole had a pink ring. He had no body hair down there.

“So pink and pretty. You ever see a pussy this nice? It’s so tight too. I haven’t fucked you good in almost a week,” Mr. Takada lamented.

“Does it feel like when you fuck a girl?” I asked, but then added. “I guess you wouldn’t know that.”

“I’ve fucked a few girls in my day,” he said defensively. “It just feels different. A boyhole like yours just grips the cock so tight and feels incredible. Then there’s the added part of watching you lose control and beg for it, the things a proper daddy cock can do to the boy he loves, the hole he owns. It makes it that much better.”

“It looks so weird,” I noted as he moved the camera out to show more of how I looked from behind. He brushed his finger down my perineum then pet my nuts. 

He put his hand around them and gave them a squeeze then pulled them away from me until I cried out.

“Whiny boy, get back to that pacifier,” he said and let go of my balls. 

He reached for the back of my head and pushed me down on his cock. I kept my eyes on the screen though as his hand returned. He gripped my cock and pulled at it like he was milking a cow. My body quivered at his touch. He kept a grip on my hair until he was satisfied I was going to stay there.

“Let’s get back to the western american boyhole in its native habitat,” his voice said in a british narrator accent. 

His hand returned to caress my ass. He reached to his side and opened the drawer again then brought back a small bottle of lube.

“Without proper care and feeding the western american boyhole, or WAB as we call it in the anthro-pornography field, can become agitated and disoriented. This WAB has gone nearly a week without a proper meal and it’s clearly in distress,” he continued his narration then popped the bottle open with his teeth.

“You must give it small doses of lube before inserting its dinner,” he noted and drizzled a stream of clear lube over my hole. 

I watched and felt as it contracted and twitched in anticipation. I felt Colton inside me and we both jumped up and high-fived in my head. It was so close to happening. Mr. Takada set the bottle down on the table.

“When sufficiently hydrated, the WAB is eager to begin its meal.” He slid in two fingers and squished the lube into my hole. He immediately found the spot that made me jerk and twist with fireworks. 

I let his cock slip from my mouth and let out a loud whine of pleasure.

“Quiet on the set! I can’t work like this!” He yelled at me as I watched his abs shake with laughter.

“Sorry, daddy,” I whispered and went back to bobbing on his monster. 

His fingers continued to work inside me back and forth across my prostate as my cock drooled a long line of pre-cum onto his chest.

“Care must be taken when feeding as the WAB has a tendency to quickly stimulate the boycock to an early finish. A gifted feeder knows to keep his WAB right on the edge but include little spurts of pain both to stretch it open and remind the boy who is in charge. If a WAB loses proper respect for its owner, it must be quickly disciplined and brought back in line,” he said. 

His fingers began to spread my hole. Just like his narrator voice promised, I felt flashes of happy and then quick jolts of pain as he stretched me open.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned with his cock stuffing my throat as he started to ram the fingers in and out of me. My cock was steady streaming pre-juice into a little pool between his pecs. I kept my eyes on the screen to see him pry me open and ready me for a proper breeding.

“When the WAB is sufficiently opened, it is time for the main course,” Mr. Takada announced. 

I felt a little surge of fear run through me as I slurped his fat brown cock. I’d wanted it, begged for it even, but I didn’t know how it would actually feel in there.

“You want that, boy? You ready for daddy to stuff you?” he asked. The playfulness of his narrator voice devolved into that low daddy growl that made my cock jump.

“Yes, daddy, please,” Colton begged from inside me before I could think about it.

“Look at that pretty hole, so needy for daddy’s meat,” he said and gave my ass a hard smack. I looked up at the screen to see his red handprint and my twitchy wet hole dripping with lube.

“You see what I meant about how it grips?” he asked and slid a finger back in. My hole grabbed for it, needing its massage on my special spot.

“Yes, daddy,” I nodded as I felt myself suck his finger in.

“Oh that’s it boy. That’s what it does to my cock… feels so fucking good,” he praised. I wiggled my ass as he fingered it then took it out to give my ass another spank.

“That’s enough. Now flip over on your back. I like to see those green eyes plead with me as I fuck what’s mine,” he barked. 

He gave my ass another smack when I didn’t move fast enough. I scrambled to flip over and watched myself upside down on the screen as my legs instinctively went up. I drew my knees into my chest and secured them behind my arms to present my hole.

“For someone who’s supposed to be a hard-bodied straight cop, you sure seem to know how to assume position pretty quickly!” he laughed. 

He got up on his knees and poured more lube over my hole then collected what dripped down and used it to fist his fat shaft. He set the phone down on the pillow at an angle where it showed us on the screen. I watched as he hovered over me, that huge pole bouncing with his movements.

“Fuck me, daddy. Own that hole,” Colton made my lips beg. 

I reached down to grip my cock, but he swatted my hand away.

“Hands off, boy. You were right. I’ve been too permissive with you. I’ll make you cum when I’m ready. No need to hurry it along. You never could last when I get in there and pound,” he said as he put his cock to my hole. 

He pushed in the tip and it slowly slid in. I immediately felt weak.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I breathed as I felt my asshole stretch open for him.

“Easy, baby. Breathe and relax. I know what I’m doing. Daddy knows his boy,” he said in a soothing voice. He leaned down and kissed me as I whined. It hurt like fuck but he just kept pressing.

“I don’t… Oh fuck… It hurts,” I said and my eyes started to water as my mouth gaped in agony.

“It’s ok boy. Just needed to pop it in. Relax and it’ll feel good in a minute,” he whispered. His teeth went to nibble on my ear and his lips massaged the lobe. It tickled a little and the alternate sensation on my other end made me want to laugh but also cry.

“Hoooo,” I mumbled as he pushed in deeper.

“There we go. Feel that on your little g-spot? Feel daddy touching it?” he asked. 

I nodded and whimpered as I started to feel an electric surge pulse out from my ass. He shoved in a little more and my muscles jerked uncontrollably as my cock stood up at attention.

“Ohhhh fuck that’s… fuck yeah,” My lips curled into a smile and his mouth returned to mine as a wave of warm pleasure spread over me.

“There we go. Open for daddy. Take your medicine. See how much better you feel with it?” He bit my chin and lipped his way up my jaw. 

My body felt like one raw nerve ending pulsing with ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around his back and held onto him tightly as my cock jumped against his furry abs.

“See how good that feels? No need to worry, baby. Daddy’s got you,” he assured. 

His hands slid around my back and we held onto each other like our plane was going down. He started to fuck me in a slow, steady rhythm. That muscle cock pounded my happy spot and my cock was continuously on the edge.

I felt so close to cumming and I wasn’t even touching myself. It just felt that good. I tried to think of something else. I threw my head back so I wasn’t staring into his hypnotic eyes, but then I just saw the screen that showed us fucking from his phone camera.

“I’m so close. I can’t stop it,” I whined.

“I know, baby. It’s ok. Just go with it.” he laughed. 

He started to pound my hole with force and shove in deeper. My body alternated between feelings. It hurt like fuck, then purred like fire. My eyes screwed up and he went blurry as waves of euphoria shot through me. My abs jerked and tensed as my chest rose and fell on the bed.

“Oh! So! Fucking! Close! Daddy!” I screamed. He hit deep inside me and my cock started to fire off.

“Can’t! Stop! Sir!” I gasped for air as he fucked the cum out of me. 

My body shook and we rocked together as my knees hit against his shoulders. He looked down at me with a satisfied grin that told me he was in complete control. He knew what he did to me, knew what only he could make me feel. I melted in his arms into a weak and mumbling puddle of bliss.

“Ahh!” I let out a string of incoherent whining. I begged him to stop, begged him to go harder. I felt my cock throb and pulse as it shot out every ounce of boy juice I had.

“That’s it baby. Cum for daddy. That pussy is clamped tight on my cock. Feels so good,” he praised as he did push-ups over me. His muscles dripped sweat over me as he watched me thrash and whimper at what he made my body feel.

“So good, baby boy. I love you, Colton. I love you so fucking much,” he admitted. 

His lips came down to kiss mine before I could think about what to say back. I calmed from my orgasm but still felt the hot buzz as his cock invaded me.

“Mmmm,” I moaned on his lips as his tongue slipped through mine. He pounded me hard and then pushed in deep and I felt his cock erupt as a deep growl emanated from his chest.

“Ahhh fuck,” he cursed as his lips tore from mine and he started to pump his seed inside me.

He groaned and rammed deep inside me. His chest jerked and his eyes squinted at me as his mouth gaped and he bared his teeth at me. He looked half werewolf as he seeded me. I felt his warm thick champion seed burrow deep inside me as he buried his cock in my hole.

“Thats! My! Boy!” His thick muscles flexed over me. I felt so vulnerable in his arms with his cock spasming in my hole. He had his arms around me and his body pressing me into the bed as he filled me with his seed.

“That’s so hot,” I smiled and looked up at him. “That felt so… wow!” I was still hard and up for another round, but he collapsed on top of me and mumbled something against my neck. He breathed heavy and I felt his heartbeat pounding against my chest as he pressed me into the mattress.

“Daddy?” I asked as his breathing slowed.

“Yeah baby?” he answered without looking up. His head rested beside mine and he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I hugged his hulking frame and felt so safe underneath him.

“I love you too.” I don’t know why I said it. I’d just met this dude three days ago and I wasn’t even ready to feel that for a guy. But he’d just given me the most incredible ride of my life and everything inside me knew he was a superior to me. 

I felt so small in his hold, so protected and warm. I’d never felt that with a guy. I’d never felt that with anyone. Everything in me craved his touch, his caress, his approval. It was like I’d joined a cult. I’d do whatever he told me. I’d stand on the corner naked if he told me to. I needed him.

“You do?” he said and raised up from me. He looked at me curiously. I nodded with sincerity.

“I do,” I answered and searched his face for approval. His hard-lined lips turned up into a smile.

“You do,” he said and kissed my nose.

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We took a quick bath. I missed showers, but with my arm in a cast he thought this would be safer. As we were brushing our teeth, his phone rang. 

He guided me to the closet and pointed to a dresser that was mine as he dashed off naked to answer it. I found underwear in the top drawer, I think that’s the universal place for it. Colton had an assortment of trashy briefs. I pulled out one that was this string of pink mesh with a pouch in the front to stuff his junk. I laughed and tossed it aside.

At the back I found a pair of kid’s superhero underoos. I hadn’t worn those since I was young. I tried them on and they were a little snug, but they fit. 

I thought Mr. Takada would get a laugh out of seeing me in them and they did cover me. The next drawer had all kinds of socks. Colton liked variety. In the third one I found shirts and I felt around for one comfortable enough to sleep in. I pulled a green one from the back that looked like a summer camp Colton must have gone to. I put it on.

I padded back out to the bedroom where he was pacing back and forth talking about some deal he was working on. His soft cock dangled between his thighs and swung lazily as he walked. I smiled to myself with a weird pride that I had its seed deep inside me. 

“Ok I’ll email it in the morning. I’m glad we could make this work!” Mr. Takada said happily then hung up. He turned to me with a smile, but it quickly vanished.

“Where did you find that shirt?” he asked as he came towards me. “I thought I’d gotten rid of it.”

“It was in the drawer, at the back… Am I not supposed to wear it?” I asked.

“It’s from the camp your parents sent you to when they found out you were gay. It’s a horrible place where they tried to straighten you out. You tried to go along with it to make them happy, but… Well one night a counselor tried to force himself on you and you fought back,” he sighed.

“That’s fucked up!” I said and put my hand on my chest to feel the camp logo.

“The guy was twice your size. You bit him and he pummeled you. The other campers rushed in and pulled him off you before he could do too much damage. You borrowed a cellphone from the ambulance driver and called me. I flew up there and found you at the hospital with your mom. She was more worried about what to do with you. You couldn’t go home, your father wouldn’t allow it, but you had nowhere else to go. She didn’t want you in another treatment place, and your father wouldn’t pay for an apartment for you.” 

He brought me over to the bed and sat me down next to him.

“What an asshole.” I shook my head. 

I couldn’t believe parents could do that, but I was also getting distracted watching his thick cock lay against his thigh. He really needed clothes on for a serious conversation. He put his arm around me and pulled me against his side.

“It’s complicated. Your dad is pretty high up in the church and aiming to go higher. Your mom wouldn’t even press charges against the camp. I listened to her and tried to sympathize with how much of an inconvenience you presented for her because I knew she was headed towards letting me take you home, giving you a better life. When I offered to bring you to California she seemed relieved. She left and then brought back your birth certificate and other records. She even offered me money for your care. I stayed with you in the hospital that night and then they released you and I brought you here,” he finished.

“You rescued me. It’s what daddies do,” I echoed what he’d told me the other day. 

He nodded and kissed me.

“A week after you got here I got a letter from their attorney in Salt Lake. They granted me full guardian rights and asked to only be contacted only in extreme emergency. They did send a little letter wishing you well and saying they loved you. Your father promised you’d be reunited in heaven.” He shrugged.

“That sucks, man. My parents were totally different. I mean they didn’t have to deal with one of us being gay and all, but I know they’d be cool with it. They worked so hard to scratch out a life here. My papa would die before he let one of us go like that. They went back to Mexico to retire… I usually send them a hundred bucks each month. They gave us everything they had, it’s the least I could do.” I shook my head. I couldn’t imagine parents like Colton’s.

“I shouldn’t upset you like that before bedtime. Let’s get some rest,” he said. 

He pulled back the covers and I got in. He turned off the lights and slid in next to me without putting any clothes on. His chiseled, bare frame pulsed with heat as he wrapped himself around me and held me until the dreams came.

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When the dreams came I found myself back in Miguel’s body and back in the car on the day the accident happened. I was heading straight for Colton and he was staring straight at me with this crazy smile and his arms raised up like he was casting a spell. 

I felt like he was bringing me into him and when the car hit him I went through an absent windshield and dove straight into his mouth then into darkness.

I felt this sense of falling and then I was Colton but I was in front of Mr. Takada and he was screaming at me that I killed his boy. 

We were in a courtroom full of handsome older Asian and White businessmen who were all so angry at me. I put my hands up defensively and he grabbed me by the neck and was holding me up while he pummeled me. 

I kept apologizing and crying. I tried to fight back but I was too slow and he just kept hitting me. I felt so guilty for what I’d done and I just kept saying I was sorry and trying to fend him off.

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I woke up struggling in his arms. I pushed off him and sat up. I was sweating and hot. I peeled off my t-shirt and rubbed my face and hair. Mr. Takada sat up quickly and pulled me against him.

“No! No!” I gasped and pushed him away then crawled off the bed. 

I felt my heart pounding and I tried to suck in air but I felt like my lungs were stuck together with glue and wouldn’t take any in. I sank to the floor and hugged my knees to my chest as I gasped helplessly.

“Asthma!” Mr. Takada rolled over and quickly pulled at the bedside table drawer. 

He grabbed something out of it and shook it. He jumped up and ran over to squat down in front of me. He put an inhaler to my lips and squeezed it to force air into me.

“Breathe it in, baby boy. It’s ok. Daddy’s here,” he assured and rubbed my back with one hand as he kept the inhaler jammed in my mouth with the other. 

He gave it another pump and I started to suck the medicine in.

“That’s my boy. Daddy’s got you. It’s ok. I’m here. I’m here,” he said in that low, authoritative tone. 

He sat down on the floor and brought me over into his lap. He put his lips into the nape of my neck and rubbed my chest as the air returned to my lungs. I gasped and coughed like a sick puppy while he held me tightly and kissed up my neck.

“I had a horrible dream,” I said and told him about it as tears sprang from my eyes. I couldn’t stop it I wiped my hands over my eyes but it wouldn’t stop. I wasn’t a cryer. Colton was scared.

“It’s not your fault. That wasn’t you, baby. It was a bad dream. I shouldn’t have told you about the camp and your family. It upset you and caused a nightmare,” he assured.

“I never cry, fuck. This body sucks sometimes,” I sniffled and tried to laugh. 

“It’s not your fault,” he repeated.

“I killed your boy. I killed Colton. I didn’t mean to but I did… I must have. Now I’m stuck making up for it in his body for who knows how long and…” I rambled on between tears.

“No, baby. You didn’t do that,” he said and hugged me tight.

“I did. You have to believe me! I hurt him. What if he’s out there in my body scared and looking for you? What if he’s dead and no one even knows?” I tried to reason with him.

“It didn’t happen! This has gone on long enough! There was no Miguel! You even saw the police report for yourself. It was some lady. You think Colton is in some old lady’s body? There was no Miguel! That never happened and you know it! You have to stop this.” He started to get upset, but he still held me knowing I needed him.

“I don’t know! I don’t know how this happened or how it works or if it’s even possible, but we have to find out and help him,” I pleaded. 

“No! No more of this. I should have stopped it sooner. You’re making yourself sick. We’ve never even used that inhaler. It was just something your mom said you used occasionally growing up so I bought one. You’re making yourself sick with this stuff. You got hurt really bad and you’re still recovering. You’ll get better, just give it time and go easy on yourself. All I know is the boy I love is here in my arms and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even from himself. Daddy’s here, Colt. Everything is going to be ok,” he assured. 

I was out of things to say. He didn’t want to hear it.

He rocked me against his chest and held me tightly. He was pushing back. He didn’t believe me after all. He thought Colton was delusional, a side effect from the accident. He was getting tired of entertaining it.

I needed answers and Mr. Takada wasn’t going to help me with them. He had his boy’s body and it seemed like I was behaving better than Colton had. He had his boy needing him and clinging to his chest. What reason did he have to go poking around on “Colton’s delusions?” I needed to find it out for myself.

Chapter 10- Inspector Colton

Story Recap: Miguel finds himself in the body of a pampered teenage boy named Colton whose guardian/lover is an older muscle-daddy, mixed-race man he knows as Mr. Takada. He comes home from the hospital to find Mr. Takada’s community of daddies and sons in a private enclave in Beverly Hills. Miguel/Colton learns he will have to strike out on his own to find out what happened to him. He is desperate for answers.

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{Tabula Colton}

“Colt! I have to rush off to the Valley! I’ll help you finish studying when I get home,” Mr. Takada said when he hung up the phone. We’d spent the last two hours working on math and a paper I was writing for my English class.

“The Valley? I’ll come with you!” I said and tossed my book on the coffee table.

I jumped up excitedly. I needed to get there and visit the apartment I shared with my girlfriend Diana. It might hold some clues to what happened that put me into Colton’s body. There had to be answers. These kinds of things don’t just happen.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m meeting with a code specialist to fix flaws in the new app before it launches on Monday. It could take a few hours and you’ll have nothing to do.” Mr. Takada eyed me with concern.

“Please! You can drop me at a mall or skate park. I need some fresh air,” I lied.

“Well it’s near the Riverside Galleria. It’s small enough to not get lost in and they have the shops you’d like… I guess that’d be ok. But don’t buy too much. You go a little overboard sometimes,” he said.

“That’s perfect. I need some non trashy underwear. You don’t want me wearing jock pouches to school. Do you, daddy?” I flashed him innocent eyes.

I was about to tell him I’d grown up going to that mall when I was Miguel and knew every inch of it, but I didn’t want to upset my chances of going. He’d made it clear last night that he was done hearing about Miguel.

I played Colton for him.

“Ok but your phone will be with you so I can track you… I don’t like this but you should get out of the house today. Buying a few things will lift your spirits,” he sighed.

“I’ll get dressed!” I jumped up.

I hadn’t changed since I’d put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt this morning. I raced upstairs and changed into a red, long-sleeved t-shirt that somewhat covered my cast and khaki jogger pants, blue socks with red bears crawling all over them and red skater shoes. I brushed my hair and teeth.

I ran down to find Mr. Takada adjusting his tie and packing up his laptop.

“You’ll be on your best behavior or I’ll spank that ass when we get home. I mean it Colt! A boy can get in trouble when left on his own and you’re still injured and easily confused.” He seemed to sense I had an ulterior motive for accompanying him.

I most certainly did.

We got to use the carpool lane going over the hill. Once the hillsides parted and we descended into the valley, I felt like I was home again.

I felt my heart leap at the thought that I could get some answers today. If Colton was in my body then maybe he was with Diana and would be at her apartment.

Before the accident that had put me into Colton’s body, I’d lived with her since she insisted my old apartment was gross.

Mr. Takada drove me past an office building that was near the mall to point out where he would be. He showed me that it was just a few blocks west of the mall and I could walk there if I got bored or needed him.

He said he would be busy with the coding so he might not see my text, but he would check his phone often in case he needed to come get me. He made me swear I’d call or text if anything felt bad. I held up the new phone he’d gotten me that just did text and call and swore on it that I’d check in often.

He dropped me at the main entrance and sped off to his meeting.

I walked into the mall so I could exit out the other end and head to the apartment. It wasn’t too crowded since it was a work day. I decided I should hang out for a few minutes. He’d probably check my location once he got to his meeting just to see my dot lounging where it should be. I headed for a clothing store and pretended to be interested in shopping.

I checked the time on the phone. I figured I should kill at least ten minutes here.

I found some boxer briefs that were a standard blue color without any wild cutouts or mesh panels like Colton would buy. I decided to come back for them later if I made it back without Mr. Takada catching me. I found a few nice shirts I might want too. I checked the phone again and it was time to go.

I thanked the disinterested sales guy and left. I made it to the other end of the mall and knew I had about half a mile to walk to the apartment. I should make it there in under ten minutes. I’d have to hurry. Once I left the mall, the timer was running.

I raced towards the crosswalk at Woodman. The red hand was already counting down but I had about 12 seconds left. I raced across. I went straight north. My leg was still bruised up so I alternated between running and speed walking as my muscles begged me to stop.

I made it to the apartment in 8 minutes. I hoped Mr. Takada wasn’t checking his phone.

The small apartment I’d shared with Diana was a 1950’s era 4-unit two-story with aging green paint on a quiet side street lined with tall eucalyptus trees.

I raced across the street towards it but then stopped in my tracks when I hit the sidewalk. It hit me like a ton of bricks. This was real. It had to be. I remembered so much of this place. I remembered checking the mail, greeting the neighbors, arguing with Diana about not pulling her car in far enough when she parked.

Something else was stopping me too. I knew Mr. Takada would be upset, disappointed.

I knew he would be worried for me. He didn’t deserve that. Something inside me deeply wanted to be his good boy, to make him happy. He did so much to take care of Colton.

Half of me wanted to race back to the mall and text him to come get me. I shouldn’t have done this. I knew he would be angry. But I had to. I had to find out what happened. The other half of me won out and I took a step forward.

I remembered the time crunch and raced up the stairs to the apartment. I knocked on the door and a teenage latino guy opened it wearing a pair of green running shorts and black socks that came up over his calves. It was Diana’s younger brother Alejandro, a high school dropout who crashed there often.

“Yeah? What do you want?” he said when I didn’t offer a greeting.

He grunted at me and scratched his nuts. I looked down his chest, full of youthful muscles though he rarely worked out. He had a little trail of hair from his belly button that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. Colton was horny again.

“Uh. I’m looking for Miguel. Is he home?” I asked.

“Maybe. What do you want him for?” he returned. I’d never noticed his body before, but Colton’s eyes were fixed on his flexing abs and his healthy bulge. I unconsciously licked my lips.

“Dude, did you come here to stare at my jock? What was the dude’s name you’re hunting?” he snapped his fingers at me and I shook off the haze in my head.

“Yeah, right. Miguel… I owe him some money. Wanted to pay it back,” I said and focused on his wide brown eyes with impossibly long lashes. I’d never seen him as handsome before.

To Miguel, Alejandro was just a disrespectful punk with no direction who leeched off his sister. To Colton he was a tall, handsome, hunky peer. I fought with Colton inside my head and tore my eyes off of Alejandro. I looked around behind him. The apartment was quiet except for some video game soundtrack on the tv.

Alejandro moved out of the way and nodded his head for me to come inside. As soon as I walked in I realized everything was off. There were pictures on the wall of Diana with her family, but none of me.

I looked closer and realized all her family members looked different too, even Diana had an unfamiliar shape. It was all wrong. Alejandro closed the door behind me and flopped down on the couch.

“Well?” He asked as he propped one foot up on the coffee table. The couch and coffee table were different too, but they didn’t look new. His legs were spread open and the small green running shorts shifted to show just a hint of his cock. My eyes were drawn to it.

“The money?” he reminded me when I didn’t immediately respond.

“Oh. I have to give it to him personally. Is he up yet?” I asked thinking maybe he was recovering in the bedroom. I didn’t hear anyone else in the small apartment.

“He’s out. Leave it with me. I’ll make sure he gets it,” he said. I just stared at him.

“I think… I should wait or… where did he go?” I floundered for answers.

“He won’t be back for awhile so unless you just came here to stare at my jock, you might just want to leave it with me… but if you do want my jock… come get it,” he implored.

“Where did he go? Maybe I can meet up with him. It’s kinda urgent,” I pushed. He put his hand on his bulge and squeezed it for me.

“Look at you all nervous and shit. You know, you’re kinda pretty for a lil gay dude. I could get down with that.” he laughed. His foot kicked the video game controller and it fell to the floor.

“Can you get that for me?” he asked. I didn’t move until he added, “It might jog my memory.”

I came towards him and squatted down next to his muscled legs to pick up the controller. My pants slid down as I bent forward.

“Woah, are you wearing a girl’s thong? That’s fuckin hot,” He sat up suddenly and pulled up the back of my t-shirt.

With the briefs I’d put on the night before a little sweaty from my nightmare, I’d changed out of them this morning and grabbed the first thing in Colton’s underwear drawer. It was a black mesh thong and arguably not the trashiest thing in the drawer. I now regretted my choice.

“Yeah, I just…” I felt my heart pounding and then felt his hand on my head pulling me towards his lap.

“It’s cool, kid. No judgement. I know what you came here for,” he said and pulled his cock out of the right leg of his loose shorts. It was hard and thick though not nearly as big as Mr. Takada.

Still, Colton wanted it. He had a big ballsack with low-hangers that slid down over the side of the couch. I licked my lips wanting to suck on them and service that boy monster. Colton urged me forward. I fought him back.

“No, really. I just need to find Miguel,” I pushed away from him.

“I got your Miguel right here, lil bro. It’s alright. I used to let guys suck me off in high school. I need to get my rocks off. None of them had pretty lips like yours though. I’ll give em a try,” Alejandro said.

He grabbed for me by the shirt and pulled me towards him. He reached behind me and pulled at the stretchy strap of my thong.

“No, please dude. I… fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” I begged.

I needed to defuse this. It was getting out of control fast.

“Slutty little black panties and all. Fuck, boy, you came prepared! Let’s do this,” he groaned. “You got me all horned up. Don’t play.”

I pushed on his hard chest. I’d never thought of Alejandro as particularly strong, but then again I was in a much smaller body now and Colton couldn’t fight back.

“Please, dude. I didn’t mean it,” I begged.

I felt my heart pounding and, Colton being more of a crier than a fighter, I felt tears forming in my eyes. I pushed against him and somehow got out of his hold. He looked at me with a mix of pity and annoyance.

I got to my feet and backed away from him as he stood up with that big angry meat wagging at me. I wanted to rush out of there but I still needed to find Miguel.

“You’re crying? You’re fucking crazy, bro. You need real help! Bangin on my door beggin for my cock and then crying? Get the fuck outta here,” he said and shoved his cock back in his shorts.

“I just need… to… find Miguel,” I felt the air push out of my lungs from my panic.

“Who the fuck is Miguel? I don’t know no Miguel like that. You got problems, yo,” Alejandro said and my heart stopped.

“You don’t?” I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut.

We both froze and stared at each other and then someone pounded on the door. He didn’t wait for us to answer, he turned the knob and burst inside.

Chapter 11- Super Takada

“What the fuck?” Mr. Takada’s voice boomed behind me. I turned to see him red-faced with anger. His chest heaved as he looked between us and seethed.

“Who the fuck are you? You can’t just barge in here!” Alejandro said.

“I’m his father! And who are you? And why is your dick out?” Mr. Takada fumed as he yanked me up.

I looked down at Alejandro’s shorts where his hard cock was hanging out of the leg.

“This kid shows up asking for Miguel, offering me money, and staring at my junk. I’m calling the cops on you crazy fuckers!” Alejandro looked pissed but also scared.

“Miguel again?” Mr. Takada looked at me sadly like he suddenly understood.

I nodded.

“Yes sir,” I knew I was in trouble, but my head was trying to process this.

“This is where he lived?” Mr. Takada asked. I nodded again. He pulled me to his chest for comfort.

I instinctively rubbed my face into his shoulder.

“I don’t know any Miguel. I stay here with my sister and you both need to leave. Like NOW dudes.” Alejandro’s voice sounded a little less brutal.

This was freaking him out.

“Her name is Diana?” Mr. Takada asked as he reached to pull on my sleeve.

He brought me over next to him and gave me a hug.

“Who the fuck are you people? How you know that? She don’t know this boy,” Alejandro assured.

“And she isn’t dating a guy named Miguel who works for the Sheriff’s department?” Mr. Takada asked.

He reached down and pulled my pants up securely.

“No. She went out with a guy named Javier for awhile but she dumped him last week. I got an uncle named Miguel in Pacoima,” Alejandro said.

I looked up with alarm. Mr. Takada held me in front of him and rubbed my chest to soothe my breathing. His hold put me at ease.

“He’s lying! He told me he was out and coming back,” I argued.

I looked at Alejandro and pleaded with him to tell the truth as Mr. Takada tried to calm me in his arms.

“He said he doesn’t, baby. He doesn’t know him,” Mr. Takada tried to soothe me.

“Well you… offered me money and it seemed like you wanted to… you know, blow me. I thought the whole Miguel thing was just a cover. I was playing along and then you got all crazy on me,” he looked at me with pity like I was someone with serious issues.

His cock was soft and tucked away.

“But…” my voice broke. I fought the urge to cry. None of this made any sense.

“I think we’d better go. I’m sorry we troubled you. My boy has been through trauma and his recovery is just beginning,” Mr. Takada said and squeezed me in his arms. 

“It’s cool… Sorry you didn’t find who you were looking for. I’m really sorry, bro. Just a misunderstanding.” Alejandro raised a hand and shrugged.

Mr. Takada turned me towards the door and nudged me out. I was stunned in silence but tired of breaking down in front of him. I walked quietly to his car as he prodded me with his hand on my back.

“I’m so angry and I can’t even yell at you because this is just… so sad. You need help, baby. You could have been seriously hurt! You have no sense of danger or taking care of yourself! You need to talk to someone and get some help with this. I love you so much, Colton, and I was so scared when I got the alert,” he said.

“The alert?” I asked and looked down at my lap.

He reached over the center console and took my hand in his. He brought it over between his thighs and squeezed my hand.

“Of course! I put it on lock when I dropped you off at the mall. As soon as you left the set radius it alerted me. I knew better than to leave you on your own. I should have just taken you with me to the meeting. I’m putting you on permanent alert status. What am I going to do with you?” he asked.

“I needed some answers. I thought if I found him there then we could figure out a way to switch our bodies back or at least understand this,” I explained.

“So what next? Do you even get how dangerous and ill-conceived that was? He could have hurt you or made you do stuff to him. I shouldn’t have left you on your own. You’re coming to the office with me and then we’ll go get some lunch and you’ll feel better.” Mr. Takada squeezed my hand again and drove back towards the office where he had a meeting.

He pulled into a parking garage and then led me by the hand up to a buzzing office of tech nerds. He pulled me back towards a dark, cold room full of gamer-looking dudes sitting in front of big screens.

I sat in a chair while he and some Indian guy worked out the problems with his app.

It gave me time to think. I really didn’t know what else to try. I played the scene over and over again. The apartment outside looked right, but my memories didn’t match up to the inside or the picture. Even Alejandro looked different- though I’d chalked that up to me being smaller and.. gayer. But the more I thought about it, the less it added up.

“Let’s go,” Mr. Takada snapped me out of my thoughts. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there.

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“This is one of your favorite restaurants. You love the pad thai,” he said when we sat down and looked at the menu. He ordered us a cucumber hummus appetizer.

“I don’t like cucumber,” I said when he ordered it.

“You love cucumber and always say it has no calories. It’s why you’re so thin. Always obsessed with your body even though you’re already too skinny but beautiful,” he said.

“You haven’t said much since we left that apartment. What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Are you going to spank me?” I asked.

I don’t know why, but it had been swirling in my head since we left his office. Maybe my brain was trying to latch on to something that made sense.

“What?” he recoiled in disgust and put down his menu.

“You said you’d spank me if I left the mall.” I don’t know why but it just came out.

“Baby, you’re worried about that?” he asked and reached across the table to take my hand.

“You said you would when you dropped me at the mall. Then I left and broke the rules,” I noted.

“You spank a boy who is defiant of his own accord. You hug and secure a boy who is defiant due to mental distress. Spanking wouldn’t be discipline for you. It would be abuse. I don’t abuse my boy when he clearly needs support,” Mr. Takada frowned.

He lifted my hand and kissed it. His lips sent a surge of warmth through me.

“Colton wasn’t the angel you thought he was. He did a lot of bad things. He was a bad guy,” I blurted out as I  remembered the things I’d seen on Colton’s broken phone when linked to the computer.

Mr. Takada set down his menu and opened his mouth to say something but then the waiter came back and brought us an appetizer. He asked if we wanted anything besides water to drink.

“I’ll have a beer. Whatever’s the best on tap,” Mr. Takada said.

“Same,” I echoed. The waiter looked startled and I remembered I was in a 17 year-old’s body.

“He’ll have a Sprite with four cherries and a splash of grenadine,” Mr. Takada laughed. The waiter nodded and returned his laugh as if it had all been a joke.

“Are you trying to get a spanking? I don’t mind doing it if you want it… Ever since the accident though, you’ve been begging for a heavy hand from me. Normally you whine and pout when you’re in trouble.” Mr. Takada winked at me.

I thought for a minute, not sure how to answer. It was something that always intrigued me but I could never talk about when I was Miguel. Diana certainly wouldn’t have gone for it. She liked a rough man, not a begging boy.

“I don’t know… I just… Did Colton like when you did that to him?” I asked.

“No, but Colton didn’t like a lot of things that you seem to beg for,” Mr. Takada sighed.

The waiter returned with our drinks. I’d never ordered anything so pink and fruity. I took a sip and it was actually pretty good. He took our order. Mr. Takada ordered for both of us saying we’d share a salad and flatbread pizza.

“That’s Colton’s special cocktail he gets when we’re out. He likes to hold it when he takes selfies,” Mr. Takada explained.

He sipped his beer and watched me thoughtfully. I took a cucumber slice and dug into the hummus.

“It’s really fruity, but not bad. Want to try it? I’ll give yours a try,” I said and reached for his beer.

“You most certainly will not try beer.” He said in a low growl like he was scolding a dog. He shook his head and laughed. I missed beer.

“Thought I’d give it a shot,” I smirked.

He moved his beer away from me.

“For all your protests about being some dude named Miguel, you sure seem to like being Colton. Are you sure you really want to keep digging into this?” he asked.

“I felt like I should,” I said though when I thought about it, Colton had things pretty sweet.

“What if you could fix it? You’d want to go back?” His voice held genuine interest.

He reached across the table and took my hands in his. I hadn’t really thought about it.

“I don’t know. It just seems wrong to switch lives with someone.” I shook my head.

“And what if you did switch back? You think you’d want to be with a woman again? You think she’d make you feel like I can? Would she do those things to your hole?” He smiled.

“She’d be grossed out… I’d have to hid it,” I noted. I hadn’t thought of that.

“Could she own your hole like daddy does? Would she even want to?” he asked.

It was a serious question. I’d become quite addicted to the things he made me feel.

“No sir… she couldn’t. No one could,” I said with sadness. I would have to give this up.

“You think there’s another me out there? I’d have to stay with my old Colton. He wouldn’t want to share me with you, and you’d have to hide it with her. You’d have to pretend.” He reached under the table and slid his hand up my leg. I shuddered at his touch.

“That would… suck,” I agreed between little gasps.

“You can give this up? You’d be happy with that?” he asked and rubbed where my bulge was thickening. I looked at him with sadness.

“I’d… have to find someone,” I sighed. My cock was leaking in my pants.

“Indeed. Daddies don’t just grow on trees.” His hand slid up my thigh and he rubbed a finger between my cheeks. My breath caught in my throat.

“You’d end up with some old dude who fumbled around in there and didn’t know your special spots. It took years of training and focus,” he sounded very serious as he touched me under the table.

I took a swig of my drink and eyed him hungrily.

“You’re so good at it,” I noted.

“Black belt boy banger,” he whispered. “I own that hole. No one else can do that.”

“Yes sir,” I agreed. He wasn’t lying.

“You really want to go back? Or stay with Daddy?” He asked.

“I like it here… with you. I want to stay with you,” I said the first answer that came to mind.

“Then do it, boy. Give in to daddy. Be my good boy,” he growled as my eyes lost focus and I moaned quietly in pleasure.

I could have cared less that we were in a crowded restaurant or what we looked like to everyone around us. I was lost in his hold.

“Yes sir. I want to stop looking. I want to give it up and just be your boy,” I admitted.

“Then stop it. It doesn’t seem like you’re going to get anywhere with this. So maybe you did or didn’t change bodies. Maybe you were Miguel or maybe you weren’t. All I know is you’re my boy and you seem happy with that. So just be my boy, Colt. Let this go,” he urged.

“I’ll try, daddy,” I whispered.

“I know you will, boy,” he said in the low, authoritative voice that made me leak precum.

“And what do you want? You said I’m different since the accident. Do you want Colt back? Do you miss him?” I asked. He opened the door to this line of conversation. I was going all in.

“I loved my baby before and I love him now. Sure things are different, but once you recover and your memories come back… When you love someone, you accept them as they are. People grow and change. You’re a boy so you’re going to grow and change a lot! I’ll be here for it. I’ll be here for all of it.” He gave me a Hallmark card answer.

The waiter came back with our food and two plates. Mr. Takada dished some salad onto mine and then his. He urged me to eat.

We got through the salad with happy small talk and then worked our way through the flatbread. I finished my drink and then we shared the leftover cherries. The rest of dinner was light conversation and he told me about the app he was working on. He told me about our upcoming vacation to San Francisco for some convention he had.

“I will admit,” Mr. Takada said when he helped me into the car and headed home. “I could get used to the changes I’ve seen in you since the accident.”

“You mean like erratic behavior trying to find who switched my body?” I laughed.

“No. That troubles me, and I hope I can get you the help you need. I meant the way you seem so desperate for me. Colt always liked being the trophy boy, the kept one who got to spend money and be adored in front of other men. You genuinely crave my approval, my touch, my love,” Mr. Takada reached over and squeezed my thigh as we sped along.

“I do… daddy. Even when I ran off, I worried about disappointing you.” I looked down at his hand.

“Colton would have gotten distracted buying clothes before he had a chance to wander off on a secret mission,” he chuckled. 

“He sounds like he had his own problems,” I noted.

“Boys are never easy, but you’re worth it,” He leaned over and kissed my cheek when we stopped at a light.

“I was so scared when he tried to get me on his cock… but once again, you rescued me.” I put my hand over his and he raised his fingers between my own .

“I’ll always rescue you, but let’s hold off on making it a daily thing. Ok?” He laughed.

“Yes sir,” I nodded.

“You could have really gotten hurt, kid. Just hold off on this for a week and just enjoy being my boy. If you feel you still need to do this a week from now, I’ll help you. I promise. And in the meantime, any nightmares or scary thoughts you have about it, you talk to me. I may not understand it, but I’m the daddy and that’s my job. Daddy gets to be the tough guy and chase away the monsters. Boy gets to rest in my arms and know he is safe. Deal?” He slid his hand up to my bulge. I shivered.

“Yes, sir,” I stuttered.

He took his hand off my bulge and put his arm around me, hugging me across the console and into his side. I put my head against his chest as he inched along the freeway. I started to fall asleep in his hold.

I laid down for a nap when we got home. He helped me change into some soft shorts and a tank top then tucked me in under a light blanket while he setup his laptop and phone on the bed next to me to do some work.

I listened to him making a phone call in some other language as I fell asleep.

Chapter 12- Four

My eyes opened to find Mr. Takada stretched out on the bed next to me wearing a pair of gray briefs and matching socks.

I was rock hard and then temptation of his body wasn’t helping. I leaned over and put my hands on his abs then rubbed up his chest. I swallowed and realized my mouth was dry. I needed some water.

I went down to the second floor and was about to head down the stairs to the first floor when I heard some familiar moaning. 

I looked over at the guest bedroom where Donovan was setup while he stayed with us.

He must have been home with his boy Justin. I should have continued on my way downstairs, but Colton inside me wanted to go see what the noise was.

Maybe I should stop blaming Colton for all these urges… I was pretty into it too.

“Huhhh fuck your pussy’s so tight it just sucks me in,” I heard a voice say as I got towards the door which of course had been left a quarter open so they kind of had the spying coming. 

I saw Justin’s back. His ass was sliding up and down on Donovan’s pole. Donovan was lounged in a chair with his hands on Justin’s hips.

“Ride that cock baby, take it in deep like you like it,” Donavan encouraged. 

Justin had his feet up on the chair on either side of Donovan’s lap. Justin’s a tall and lanky guy so Donovan was looking up at him as he bounced. It should have looked weird to see a tall high school jock bouncing on a guy’s lap and being talked to about his “pussy,” but it had me rock hard in my shorts.

“Fuck! Me! Please! Sir!” Justin wailed as Donovan stuffed him with what looked to be ample meat. 

I loved watching the dark cock disappear into a pale, milky ass that gaped for more. I slid my hand down to my cock and gripped it. It was already leaking in my shorts as I watched them. I slid my hand inside and rubbed it.

“See something you want?” Mr. Takada’s voice surprised me from behind. 

He had crept up behind me and caught me as I jumped. He turned me to face him and slid his hands around to cup my ass as he brought me in against his bare chest. He still just had on a pair of briefs and socks. My bulge rubbed against his as my lips touched his skin. I looked up at him innocently.

“I needed water,” I whispered.

“All they have is cream in there. You’d prefer that?” Mr. Takada shot back.

“I’m so horny,” I admitted.

“I can feel it,” he said and ground his bulge against mine. 

He kissed me and backed me up until I banged against the doorway.

“Oh shit,” I heard either Donovan or Justin say behind us.

“It’s cool, babe. Keep bouncing,” a second voice said. It must have been Donovan’s. 

“You want to play with them?” Mr. Takada asked as he pulled away from me. 

I turned to look at Justin’s back as he bounced on Donovan’s cock who was eyeing us.

“Can I?” I asked.

“You’ll have to ask his daddy. You remember the rules?” he asked sternly like he was a father letting me go out with friends.

“No daddy… amnesia,” I reminded him. It seemed like something he wouldn’t be ok with, but his eyes lit up.

“Your hole belongs to me just like Justin’s belongs to his daddy. Your mouth is ok since you have my permission and are under my watch, but this,” he growled and slid his hand down the back of my shorts to poke my hole. “This is mine.” 

I nodded.

“Yes sir,” I told him. He gave a nod towards the room and took my hand. As he walked around me I noted his cock stretching the grey briefs to their breaking point.

“Can I join you guys?” I asked as Mr. Takada led me towards them.

“Fuck yeah,” Donovan said as he stopped bouncing Justin in his lap. “On the bed, boy. Position.” 

Justin scrambled off his lap and nearly tripped as he hopped over to the bed and got on all fours. I saw his donkey dick flop around as he moved then drop a spot of precum as he got on all fours on the bed with his ass in the air. His hole was red and open from riding Donovan. He looked back happily at me.

“Clothes off, join him,” Mr. Takada said and I slid off my tank top and shucked my shorts then got beside him with my ass in the air.

“How is he doing?” Mr. Takada asked Donovan. 

I assumed he was talking about me. He wasn’t.

“His grades are up and he’s already prepping for finals. His parents are pretty happy with me. His dad gave me a bonus for tutoring him so well. They said the change in him is remarkable and he’s on track to get into colleges they didn’t think were possible,” Donovan glowed.

“That’s good,” Mr. Takada said and walked up behind Justin. 

He gave his ass a rub and then smacked it. “He’s turning into a fine young man. You’ve done well with him.”

“You taught me well, sir.” Donovan showed he was still submissive to Mr. Takada. I wiggled my ass and whimpered. I was feeling left out.

“Settle down, boy. It’s not always about you,” Mr. Takada gave my ass a hard smack. 

I yelped and lurched forward. Justin looked over at me apologetically.

“Looks like you opened him up nicely. A good boy deserves his reward. Mine has had a troubling day, but I’m still being lenient with him for what he’s gone through,” Mr. Takada explained. 

I’d wanted his attention, but I felt a stab of disappointment that I didn’t give him anything to brag about today. I’d let him down.

“If anyone can get him sorted, it’s you,” Donovan assured.

“I’ll give it all I can. I know he’s trying,” Mr. Takada rubbed his hand up my ass, letting his finger poke at my hole. 

I shivered at his touch. He slid it up my back and I felt my body calm. His touch had so much power over me. I needed it.

“Why don’t you give him a kiss, Justin? Maybe cheer him up,” Donovan said in a low, daddy growl like Mr. Takada used. I looked over at Justin and watched him melt at his owner’s words.

He reached a hand over and touched my cheek. I looked back at Mr. Takada to make sure it was ok. He nodded and smiled gently in approval. 

I leaned towards Justin and his lips met mine. His tongue went past my lips but I pushed back with my own. I wasn’t a boy to him. He didn’t get to wrestle me into submission. Our tongues fought it out like light sabers as our lips covered each others. I wondered why it didn’t bother Mr. Takada.

“Watching two boys kiss is the equivalent of a man seeing his girl make out with another, but you are always correct in looking to me for approval. Good boy.” He explained as if reading my mind. 

Justin backed off and let me slide my tongue into his mouth. He had at least eight inches of height and probably 30 pounds of weight on me, but he submitted to my aggression. He seemed to like it. He sucked on my tongue hungrily.

“Mmmm.” I moaned as I felt a hand on my cock, tugging it. 

The fingers felt skinny and it didn’t hold Mr. Takada’s pulsing heat. I knew it was Justin reaching for me. He fumbled with my cock. It wasn’t daddy’s confident touch. I reached down to his and gripped his donkey dick. I tugged on it and felt his low hanging balls rock back and forth against my hand.

“There you go. Help your friend. Be my good boy,” Mr. Takada encouraged in a voice that sounded like he was praising a pet. 

I kissed Justin while we stroked each other. It felt ok, but not like when Mr. Takada played with me. I was feeling strangely ambivalent about it until I felt a familiar warm tongue slide into my hole.

“Oh fuck,” I called out as I pulled off of Justin’s lips. 

I stroked him lazily as Mr. Takada worked my hole open.

“Ahhh daddy!” Justin cried. 

I looked over to his lips form into a hard o-shape and then looked back to see Donovan sliding into him. Donovan winked at me and put his hand on my back as Mr. Takada ate my hole and Justin tugged on my cock. 

I was dripping precum down on the comforter and breathing raggedly. It felt so fucking good. Donovan slid his hand up my back and gripped the back of my neck. He massaged it as I whined.

“Uhhh daddy,” I echoed Justin as Mr. Takada’s tongue wormed inside of me, working that special spot that made me drip and beg. 

Donovan slid his hand up into my hair and gripped it, pulling my head back to look at him as he piston-fucked Justin.

“Yeah he’s a begging little guy, aren’t ya boy?” Donavan observed.

“It feels good?” I whispered to Justin. He looked at me with a dopey haze that was all the answer he could muster.

“Yup,” he whined a familiar tune that made me squirm on Mr. Takada’s tongue.

“Fuck me daddy, please,” I begged to anyone in the room. 

Mr. Takada flicked his tongue back and forth over my prostate and I lurched forward with a yowl.

“Beggin’ little boy,” Donovan growled from behind me as he rammed his boy.

“Yeah yeah,” Mr. Takada agreed as his tongue slid out of me. 

He reached behind Donovan and I watched him pop open a bottle of lube. He pushed his briefs down just enough to free that hulking beast I dreamed about. His fat brown daddy cock flopped out and bounced against my ass. I shivered in anticipation.

“Ahh fuck fuck NO!” I screamed as I felt my cock ready to fire. Mr. Takada looked down at me with a knowing grin.

“It’s ok boy. I’ll still breed that hole,” he said. He reached down and rubbed his hand slowly between my thighs. It was the only encouragement my body needed.

“Ah fuck!!” I screamed and my cock started to fire off without even touching it. I leaned forward, resting on my elbows since my casted arm was starting to ache from supporting me.

“I’m so… fuck… sorry,” I gasped. My cock lurched back and forth of its own accord and fired heavy sprays all over Donovan’s comforter.

“There we go, boy. Cum for daddy. It’s ok, baby. Daddy knows,” he assured in a soft, gentle but authoritative voice. 

He laughed while my body spasmed and my cock sprayed. He shoved two lubed fingers inside me and I fell forward as my legs gave out. He put hand under my stomach and pulled me back up. He finger-fucked me in rhythm to my spasming cock as it emptied my nuts of my daily build-up.

I whined and then heard Justin joining me.

“Yeah baby, Oh fuck, that pussy grips my cock so good when you shoot. Lemme fuck the cum out ya,” Donovan growled. 

I looked down below Justin and watched his cock tense and shoot. That fat donkey dick jerked and jumped while his cum arced up across his stomach, down across the comforter, and straight out until it hit his chin. 

“Mmmm,” he moaned as his body jerked a few more times. I felt a hot missile of his juice land on my neck.

“That’s my good boy,” Mr. Takada praised. I was so distracted from kissing Justin that it hit me like a wildfire when his cock pushed into my hole.

I whined as Mr. Takada shoved into me. My cock was still hard and it felt like he was massaging it from the inside as he shoved his boy breeder into my  hole.

“Fuck baby so tight,” he growled that voice that sent chills up my spine. His hands rubbed under my chest until he found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them as my cock went rigid again.

“Yeah daddy, fuck your boy. Own that hole, sir,” I whimpered. I felt his lips on the back of my neck. He chewed and sucked on the scruff like he was trying to carry off his cub.

He groaned as he sank into me and power-fucked my hole. 

“I’m bout to fill that pussy,” Donovan barked. 

I looked over to see he had fallen over Justin’s back and was twisting his nipples like Mr. Takada did to mine. He mirrored his mentor and owned his boy masterfully. Justin looked helpless but ecstatic as he turned his face up to beg a kiss from Donovan.

“Obedient little boys, aren’t they?” Mr. Takada laughed to Donovan as he pile-drove my hole.

“Colt’s never looked so happy. He really has changed,” Donovan agreed. I snapped to attention at that but then quickly fell back under Mr. Takada’s spell.

“My boy knows what he has,” Mr. Takada assured. 

I should have processed that, but at the moment he was ramming my happy button and my body felt limp under his control.

“It feels so good, daddy.” I whimpered.

“Thank you, sir.” Justin echoed and then mumbled some nonsense.

Mr. Takada pulled my hair until my head arched back so he could get at my lips. My cock was building to eruption again. I’d never felt it come so naturally or quickly.

“Your boy’s got a pretty healthy cock there,” Mr. Takada said when he broke our kiss.

“He doesn’t know what to do with it,” Donovan laughed as he plowed Justin.

“So good. Fuck please,” Justin whined, oblivious they were discussing him.

“He’s a natural submissive; so focused on pleasing daddy,” Mr. Takada praised. He reached over to ruffle Justin’s hair as he pounded away at my hole.

“Looks like Colt’s finally turning a corner himself. He’s so needy for you,” Donovan said. It was another hint that Colton hadn’t been a good guy. I filed it away, distracted by the assault on my hole that had my body pulsing with ecstasy.

Mr. Takada shot back in some other language they shared. 

Donovan nodded in understanding. 

Mr. Takada returned his focus to me, his lips brushing my neck before diving back onto my mouth as he plowed my ass with renewed vigor. His hulking muscled frame pulsed with heat as he surrounded me in his arms and plugged me from behind. I closed my eyes at the overwhelming sensations of being filled with him. I was on the edge again. I was his

“Mumming,” I mumbled on Mr. Takada’s tongue to warn him.

“I know, boy. Your body never could last when I’m in it,” he said as he pulled his lips off mine.

“It feels so good,” I thanked him as he stuffed me. If he hadn’t been holding me up, pressing me back against his chest, I would have fell forward. My body felt so weak in his protective hold.

“Fuck, baby. Your hole is squeezing my cock so tight, sucking me in. I’m close too,” he warned. 

“Fill me daddy,” I whined. I heard Justin echo me. I looked over at him and saw he was watching me too but his eyes kept rolling back as Donovan really pounded him hard.

“Oh baby, here it comes,” Mr. Takada whispered then bit my earlobe. He drove in deep and his muscles tightened their hold on me. He paused then jerked and rammed me fast. His cock jerked and flared inside me as I felt warm shots of juice bury deep in my stomach.

Mr. Takada growled as he started to fire off inside me. It pushed my cock right over the edge and I cried out and gasped as it started to shoot off again.

“Fuck, daddy,” I whimpered as my body shook and twisted in his hold. He filled me and pushed the cum out of my cock. 

I heard Justin and Donovan finishing too, but I could only really focus on the two of us as our bodies thrashed together on the bed. He pushed me forward, practically crashing into the comforter as he jerked and shoved his cock in to the limit. I felt his balls slap against mine as he supported us on his elbows. My arms flailed out in front of me as my cock came against the soft comforter.

“Fuck!” I hissed as our bodies shook together. His lips came down on the back of my neck and he bit softly at his boy’s skin, chewing happily as he finished. He drove his cock in one last time then let us fall against the cum-soaked bedding, his arms sliding under me to support us.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered against my ear.

“I love you too, daddy,” I mumbled against a pillow.

We laid there for awhile in a flesh heap. I turned my face to look at Donovan crushing Justin in a similar manner, but Justin was sturdy enough to support them. Justin had his eyes closed with a satisfied smile plastered across his lips.

“Justin needs to get started on his chores,” Donovan announced after a long nap.

“That’s a good idea. Colt will help. Justin can show him what to do,” Mr. Takada offered as if I didn’t know what a chore was.

“Great! I’ll fire up the grill for dinner.” Donovan said.

“I have a few calls to make, then I’ll come down. Colt can help with the dinner.” Mr. Takada gave my neck a kiss then raised off of me. 

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to the bathtub in our bedroom. He helped me wash up and then put me in fresh clothes. He sent me off downstairs to see what Justin needed a hand with.

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I found Justin loading their bed linens into the washer. He showed me where to put the soap and how to use the touchscreen for the proper settings. It was super high tech.

“I guess we made a mess in there. Sorry, bro.” I laughed.

“Are you kidding? That was so hot, Colt. He was pounding me extra hard to show off for Mr. T. We have to try that again,” Justin glowed.

“Try it? We haven’t done that before?” I asked. Everyone seemed like it was a normal event.

“No… um… you wouldn’t go for that before,” he said as his face fell.

“I wasn’t nice to you, was I?” I asked. I had him cornered in the small laundry room though he looked nervous to be talking about this with me.

“Not really… It’s ok though. I’m sorry for what happened to you,” he said. 

Justin is much taller than I am and more hefty, but he seemed intimidated by me. I moved a few inches towards him just to test and sure enough he backed away.

“I’m sorry. It seems like I was an asshole to a lot of people,” I said. 

He looked at me for a minute as if judging the authenticity of my words. His eyes decided I meant it and he leaned forward and hugged me.

“You were pretty mean to everyone, Colt. But we can be cool now. Mr. Takada said it was like a fresh start for you and you’re different now. It’s all good,” Justin assured.

I followed him out and he showed me how to empty the dirt trap on the electric floor sweeper robot. He sent me off with a trash bag to empty out the little trash cans in all the bathrooms and in Mr. Takada’s office.

I passed Mr. Takada in his office as he was on a phone call. I showed him my half full bag of trash and he nodded in approval. 

He caught me as I walked by and pulled me down into his lap. I carefully dropped the bag of trash next to his desk. He was talking to some customer or colleague or something. He held me in his lap and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“Right, right,” he said to the guy on the phone and leaned forward towards his desktop to write something on a calendar. 

He was scheduling a meeting for the following Tuesday. He steadied the phone on his shoulder while he held me with one hand and wrote with the other. I looked over his overly organized desk with folders and important papers.

“I’m writing the check as we speak,” he said to the man and pulled out a leather folder from a drawer. He opened it and scrawled out a check for $25,000 to a Michael Chang. 

It was one of those business ledgers with three checks on each page. I had seen my father use it once. Mr. Takada was using the last one on the page. My eyes wandered up to see the other two.

My eyes froze when I read the check copy at the top. It was one he had written last week. It was made out to someone I knew from my former life as Miguel before the accident that put me into Colton’s body. It was a gay guy who worked out with me at the gym a few times a week. We’d been really cool until I caught him selling narcotics in the locker room. I’d reported it and participated in the sting that brought him down. We definitely weren’t friends anymore.

The check copy read:

Pay to the Order of: Eizo Kimura

$15,000

I froze when I saw it and only tore my eyes away when Mr. Takada tore off the check and closed the book. Maybe he was on autopilot with his business and forgot he had me in his lap. I didn’t show a reaction to it. 

What did he want with Eizo (We called him “Ay-zee”) and why was he paying him? Did he know that I knew him and that Eizo obviously held a big grudge against me for his takedown? I wondered if it had anything to do with the switch with Colton. Was Eizo involved? He certainly was connected to some bad people. The District Attorney had uncovered a ton of connections on him that he wouldn’t turn and rat on.

Maybe I was grasping at straws, but it was the only connection I’d found between Miguel and Colton. Nothing else seemed to fit. 

Colton was turning out to have been an asshole to pretty much everyone. Maybe he’d been connected with Eizo too. My memory jogged to the times I’d seen Eizo in the locker room changing out of medical scrubs. I suddenly remembered he’d worked as a Physician’s Assistant, but I couldn’t remember the hospital. It could have been the one I was taken to after the accident. Things were clicking into place, but still didn’t make sense.

Mr. Takada relaxed back into his chair and made happy conversation with the client as he lazily rubbed my stomach. 

It was a place to start digging.

Chapter 13- Beverly Hills High

Story Recap:

Miguel finds himself in the body of a teenage white boy named Colton owned by an older muscle-daddy he only knows as Mr. Takada. He finds that life as a kept gay boy is preferable to his previous life as a Sheriff’s deputy, but the trail of clues leads him to push on with finding out what happened to him. What will happen when he ventures out into Colton’s life without his owner…

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“No, he can do his full schedule other than gym. He was cleared by the doctor this morning. He’s allowed to attend classes, but can do strenuous activity or carry too many things,” Mr. Takada explained to one of the vice principals at Beverly Hills South.

I sat quietly as Mr. Takada had instructed. I was a little nervous to be in a school.

I had put on a black hooded sweatshirt with a picture of two cartoon kittens dressed as ninjas. I had tight skinny jeans on with the knees ripped out and new white tennis skater shoes.

Mr. Takada had helped me style my black floppy hair and used the clippers to trim it close on the sides. I looked like a standard, urban, rich kid.

He told me to only speak when spoken to and not to mention anything about my previous life as Miguel. He’d told me I could stay home today, but after the morning doctor’s appointment and a phone call he received from a client, he decided I should try to attend at least half a day at school.

“Not to worry. I’ll have him check in with the nurse between each class and he can attend study hall seventh period instead of gym. Care and safety of our students is priority number one here! Your son will be looked after. He’ll report directly to my office at 3:20 and only be dismissed to you,” Ms. Sheffield told Mr. Takada.

She offered me a look of pity and I returned a smile.

“If there is any problem, please do not hesitate to call me. I’ll be over in a heartbeat. He shouldn’t be any trouble, but if my son needs a heavy hand, you let me know. I fully support you in any discipline matters,” Mr. Takada frowned.

He hated leaving me here, but he had an urgent meeting about his app release and I’d assured him I’d be fine. I didn’t want to be trapped in the house and a day at a high school sounded fun.

“Oh, well thank you. That’s refreshing to hear. I have nothing in his discipline file so I’m sure he will be no trouble,” Ms. Sheffield glowed.

She seemed charmed by Mr. Takada; a dark, handsome man in a fine suit. She looked at me again and I offered a confident smile.

“He’s still pretty bruised up, but I don’t want him missing more of his courses,” Mr. Takada said.

“The poor dear has been through so much. Hit by a car. What a shame. I’m sure he will be fine. Now you let me know if you have any troubles, Colton Come directly to my office and you can rest here if we need to call your father,” she told me in that overly sweet tone like she was talking to someone’s young child.

“If he gets out of line at all…” Mr. Takada started to say, but Ms. Sheffield interrupted him.

“He’ll be a lamb! Won’t you, honey? Oh look. Here’s his student chaperone now. I believe you know Justin. He’s one of our finest. He’ll chaperone Colton between classes,” she said.

Justin waved to us from the doorway.

“Hi, Mr. T! I brought Colt’s books back to school. They’re in his locker. I’ll watch him like a hawk! Here, let me get his backpack,” he said and hurried over to my side.

“I’ll be good, ma’am. I promise,” I said to her.

he flashed that smile at me again.

“See there? Nothing to worry about. We’ll take good care of him. You run along to your meetings!” Ms. Sheffield cooed.

I noted the absence of a wedding ring on her finger. She was eyeing Mr. Takada like fresh meat and was eager to prove she’d make a good step-mother.

“I’ll be alright, dad,” I assured him.

He looked unconvinced, but then a chirp of his phone made him rise to his feet. He’d been missing out on his businesses and needed to get back to them. He’d spent the morning with me at the doctor’s office getting checked out.

“I love you. Any problems and you call me immediately. Make me proud, boy,” he whispered as he left me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

I nodded assurance.

“Lucky you got here just in time for lunch! It’s taco day!” Justin said excitedly as he led me out to the hall.

Mr. Takada chuckled and waved goodbye as he headed the other way.

Justin put our backpacks in his locker and we headed to lunch. Mr. Takada had put cash in my wallet so I paid for both of us.

Justin was excited because I told him we had enough for him to get whatever he wanted for lunch. Colton’s body liked food, but filled up quickly. Sometimes it even forgot to be hungry.

We shuffled through the crowd and found an empty table by the window that looked out over the courtyard crammed with kids.

“Is this our usual spot?” I asked as Justin tore into his tacos.

“Well, no. I usually eat over there with my friends and your crowd avoids the cafeteria all together,” he said with a piece of lettuce stuck to his lower lip.

He pointed to a group of kids hanging out near the fountain in the courtyard. It was a few guys with skateboards. Some of them sat on the side of the fountain talking while two of them did tricks in the small space with the crush of kids walking by.

“They’re my friends?” I asked.

“I guess so. They just hang together at lunch. That one guy doing tricks has a thing for you. He usually shows off while you pretend to ignore him and play with your phone,” Justin shrugged.

“You spy on me?” I raised an eyebrow and tried the taco oozing grease on my tray.

“No… well not really. I mean… you never notice me here and Mr. Takada just wanted me to make sure you didn’t get hurt. It’s not like that though.” Justin slowly  realized he’d been a spy.

“It’s ok. Listen. Does the name Eizo Kimura mean anything to you?” I asked. Justin gave me a confused look as he crunched into his second taco and squirted grease on the table.

“Nah…  Does he go here? That’s like a Japanese name… I think. I’ve never heard of him though,” he said and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I don’t think so… just a name in my head,” I shrugged it off.

It was the name I’d seen in Mr. Takada’s check ledger and a name I remembered as an old friend from the gym that we’d busted selling narcotics. It was the only connection I could find between Miguel and Colton. There had to be something to it.

I remembered the deal I’d made with Mr. Takada to not pursue anything Miguel related for at least a week. Here I was the very next day digging into it. I felt a twinge of guilt and then a busty dark haired girl rushed me from behind.

“Colty! Oh my godddd. I was like so upset to hear what happened to you!” The girl shoved in next to me at the table and knocked me against the window.

Her petite hand with pink, manicured nails came to rub my cast.

“Oh, yeah. Got hit by a car,” I said.

I looked to Justin for help. He froze with the last bite of taco in his mouth. He just stared at me wide-eyed and chewed like a cow.

“I’m like so so sorry. Are you on pain meds? Did you get stitches? I had all my girls praying for you. I’m so glad you made it. You look good,” she swooned.

She put her hand on my shoulder and looked up at me with beautiful brown eyes and long lashes. Her touch stirred something inside me.

“Yeah. I got good stuff. I’m ok though, just lost my memory… well most of it,” I admitted.

“Like Amnesia? Oh Woah that’s like so crazy! I saw a snap about that in my feed! It’s like a serious thing! You could be totally brain damaged and stuff. Can you still read?” she went on.

“Yeah nah. I can totally read. I’m just like… I forgot everyone,” I said.

Something about her, so sweet and perky with these huge tits that were rubbing on my arm. She had this Indian princess look to her with a head of thick, flowy black hair and a pointed nose that looked right on her. It brought out the dude in me; reminded me that Miguel was still very much alive.

“I’m still hungry,” Justin said as he scooped the last of his jello out.

“Here, bro.” I pushed my tray over to him and he ate my second taco as this sweet girl looked like she was ready to be my full-time nurse.

“Well I’m Naya,” she said and then burst into laughter. “Like you could ever forget me!”

“No way, Naya. You’re totally up here,” I beamed and poked on my forehead.

“So sweet, Colt,” She cooed and her hand slid down to my thigh. My cock perked up.

“I have to get to class! I didn’t know you’d be back so soon! Oh my god! Like you TOTALLY have to meet me at 3:30 dismissal at the gate near the office. Ok? Promise me you’ll be there! I can do it today! I’ll get ready. Be there!” She brushed her hand over my bulge and then ran off before I could protest.

“Woah,” I said to Justin as her thick ass and tiny waist bounced away.

“Dude!” he echoed.

“What the fuck was that about?” I whispered.

“Naya Pretani. Head of the Persian cheerleader mafia. One of the chief mean girls of South Beverly. She’s got a thing for you… You’re a golden boy, Colt. Perfect for social media. She’s a pretty big online star, at least the biggest one I know. She puts out videos trying to go viral. She goes by Beverly Hills Princess… I think… Not like I stalk her or anything,” Justin filled me in.

I raised an eyebrow at that and he just shrugged with an awkward laugh.

“For real?” I said in disbelief.

“Yeah, You got that all-american, cali dream boy look to you; the face, the clothes, the eyes. She knows it’ll play big for her fans.” Justin looked at me like I should know this. 

“Doesn’t she know I… you know, I like guys,” I said like it was some secret.

“It’s not like you have a boyfriend here or talk about it… Besides, I’ve known her since 3rd grade. She doesn’t let anything stand in her way,” Justin laughed.

“Why does she want to meet me at dismissal? She said she could do it today. Do what?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m betting it’ll be all over youtube before bedtime,” He offered.

He finished the remains of my taco day fiesta platter and we set off for class.

Chemistry was a bore. Apparently Colton hadn’t made any friends in that one so I just sat at the front and tried to pay attention.

Next up was World History. Some kid whose textbook cover said “Blaine” saved me a seat, but the teacher was super strict and we didn’t get a chance to chat. He seemed chill though and said he was glad I was ok. Justin dutifully shuttled me between classes.

The last section was my study hall. Justin walked me there and I handed the note from the Vice Principal to a teacher who just grunted at me and nodded to an empty table.

I didn’t have much to study, but I read through the chapter we covered in my history class so I’d be prepared if Mr. Takada wanted to quiz me. I felt a buzz in my pocket and pulled it out to see a text from him that he would be there at dismissal to collect me from the office.

He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was ok but tired. He said I should nap until the bell rang. The teacher was ignoring us except to yell at kids who talked so I thought it might be a good idea.

When the dismissal bell rang I popped my head up groggily. The pain meds were wearing off and I felt a little achy as Justin came to find me and lead me to the office. He took his chaperoning seriously.

Mr. Takada was waiting there and flirting with the vice principal to assure I’d have a watchful eye. She smiled confidently when she saw me come in and she reached to feel my forehead for a fever.

“No troubles today?” she asked in that overly sweet mommy voice.

“No ma’am. Everyone was so helpful. Thank you,” I said.

Mr. Takada beamed with pride at my good manners. He took my backpack from Justin and ruffled my hair as he said goodbye to the vice principal.

“Such a good kid. I’m glad you are back with us,” she said as we walked away.

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“Well it was only four hours, but you did good today. You feel good enough to try again tomorrow?” Mr. Takada asked as he led me out through the hallway.

“I think so. I’d rather just hang with you though. Can’t I just do online school?” I asked.

“I wanted that when you came here, but you begged me to go here! I think it’s better for you to have some socialization with kids your own age, otherwise I’d keep you in my home,” he said.

“It wasn’t so bad. Everyone pretty much ignored me,” I said as we made our way to the glass doors that opened to a crowd of kids buzzing around after school.

“Ignored you?” Mr. Takada asked as we stepped out side.

I looked around and noticed all the kids had stopped and turned to look at me. Lots of them raised their camera phones towards me. I stopped and looked at them like a deer in the headlights.

“Am I famous?” I whispered. Mr. Takada shook his head.

“I didn’t think so. I guess they weren’t ignoring you, they were just waiting until the bell,” Mr. Takada sounded uneasy.

Suddenly a loud, thumping beat started from a car parked right on the curb. Naya jumped out from behind a bush followed by five other girls. They were all dressed in their cheerleader uniforms with short red tops and skimpy red skirts.

They prowled around to the beat until they stopped right in front of me. Then the music stopped.

“Ready? Ok!” Naya raised her pom-poms and her entourage followed her lead.

Mr. Takada whipped out his camera phone like the mass of students accumulating around us had done. 

“Colty Colty you’re so fly! C-O-L-T I can’t lie!” Naya called while they jumped and cheered.

It was so over the top and Mr. Takada stifled a laugh. I groaned in embarrassment and he put his hand on my back for support.

The beat started again from the car stereo and they did some synchronized dance that was actually kind of hot like a strip tease but with clothes still on. Naya slid her pom-poms down her breasts and buried them between her legs seductively while she danced. It was perfect.

Mr. Takada eyed me with pity as a warm blush swept across my face. Naya broke away to do some bopping rap rhythm. I noticed a guy with a professional looking camera over my shoulder. Naya seemed to be focusing on him more than me.

“Colton baby hot and brave. Drunk lady couldn’t send you to your grave!” Naya started to rap. I thought that line was kind of tacky.

“Colton cutie you’re the bomb! Won’t you go with me to prom? Make my dreams so real and true, be my date and I’ll show you. You know you dream all night bout this so come on boy and get your kiss,” She rapped and then abruptly stopped when her lips got to mine.

She latched onto me, but kept her lips shut. She grabbed my casted arm and put it up her back like I was feeling her up. I felt instantly that it was all an act, but my cock still chubbed happily at her touch.

“What do you say? I feel so bad you got hit by a car and you’re working through rehabilitation. You’re so brave, Colton! I wanted to do something special for you,” she said in a sappy girl whine as the professional camera guy got uncomfortably close to us.

“He got viciously attacked by an old drunk lady driver while he was on his skateboard! Don’t drink and drive, guys! For reals!” She explained to the camera.

I looked over at Mr. Takada who had a disturbingly pleased grin on his lips. He was enjoying this way too much. His eyes lit up and he nodded once to show approval.

She looked at me with eyes that were ready to scream if I didn’t say yes.

I was not going to get out of this…

Chapter 14- Promposal

“Yeah… Yes. I mean, hell yeah,” I said and turned to the camera with a dazed look.

“Oh Colty-bear! I can’t wait! We’re going to be the hottest couple there!” She lit up with an overly plastic smile.

We’d definitely have to discuss not using that as my nickname. It burned in my ears.

She kissed me again then the camera guy backed off and so did she.

“You’re Colton’s dad?” She asked Mr. Takada, her voice returning to normal.

They exchanged greetings while she fished a pen out of my backpack without asking. She wrote her number on my wrist so we could make arrangements.

“Thanks, Colt. I really do hope you feel better,” she said and dashed off… stealing my pen.

“Well,” Mr. Takada cleared his throat and pushed me towards the parking lot.

“Don’t say it,” I groaned.

He helped me into the passenger side then we headed home in silence.

The school was only a few blocks from the gated daddy-compound where we lived.

“Colty,” he said flatly when the garage door closed behind us and he turned off the car.

“No! No! That can NOT be my new name! You will stop that now!” I whined.

“Oh but Colty-bear, it’s like so very totally Uber cute!” he effected Naya’s whiny baby voice she used in the video.

“No! Please, Daddy!” I laughed.

“All right, boy. Let’s get you some pain pills and put you down for a nice nap. I have some work to finish and we have Thursday dinner tonight,” he said as we got out of the car.

“What’s that? Don’t we eat dinner every night?” I asked.

“It’s the community dinner for all the families here. We try to do it once a month at the very least. We’re at Kevin and Daniel’s place tonight. Brent is the designated server. He usually goes around wearing an apron and tight briefs. Should be fun,” Mr. Takada explained.

My eyes widened. This place just kept getting weirder and weirder.

He gave me two pills and a water bottle. I chugged both. He helped me change out of my school clothes and into an old worn t-shirt of his and pajama pants.

He set up his laptop and computer on our bed then pulled an old satin quilt from the closet and spread it over me. It smelled like that expensive fabric softener rich people used.

He sprayed a little mist over me from a small bottle and I inhaled a scent that made me yawn.

“It’s a lavender sleep mix. A client today suggested it for me to help you sleep,” he shrugged as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his blue dress shirt.

He got out of his suit and then came back to the bed in a pair of blue briefs that hugged his fat bulge.

“I like it,” I said and gave another yawn.

He settled in beside me on the bed and I wormed my way over into his side. I put my head on his chest and he rubbed my back while he fired up his emails.

“I love you, Colty. You’re like so totally lit,” he joked.

I pinched his nipple from under the quilt. I started to doze off on his chest. He was scrolling through his emails and I saw the name again on one of them.

Eizo Kimura. The subject line said “Let’s check in next week.”

I wanted so badly to reach over there and open it, but I couldn’t. Was Mr. Takada mixed up in all of this? He couldn’t be. I didn’t believe it.

“What’s that? You have a meeting?” I asked as though I didn’t care. I added a yawn and scratched his chest playfully to emphasize my disinterest.

“A medical guy. Just meeting for some app idea he got me to invest in,” he said as though there was nothing to my inquiry.

It fit with the check copy I’d seen in the ledger. $15,000 could just be an investment. Damn it.

“Oh,” I said with a little more dejection than I should have.

“You should be napping, boy. Do you need me to cuddle you?” he asked.

I nodded and looked up at him with needy green eyes. He smiled. He closed his laptop and set it aside then turned me over so my back was to him.

He got under the quilt with me and filled me with his warmth. His strong arms slid around me and his lips nuzzled into the back of my neck.

His bulge nudged in between my ass cheeks and I felt a hungry twitch. He knew how to put his boy down properly. His legs wrapped around mine and his hand rubbed my stomach.

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I awoke to Mr. Takada’s phone buzzing on the bed beside me. He must have been looking at it over my shoulder when he fell asleep.

It was a phone call and I elbowed him gently and called his name. He stirred and let out a low sleepy grumble as he reached for his phone and answered it.

He mumbled something in another language and I fell back asleep to his deep, soothing tones.

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I woke up to Mr. Takada wearing a tight red t-shirt with a neck that scooped low to show off his pecs and proud bronze chest.

He had on a gold chain necklace and tight blue preppy shorts that hugged his bulge and showed off his healthy ass. He was in the corner of the room looking at his phone as I sat up and yawned. He sat down to pull on a pair of bright white tennis shoes and noticed me waking up.

“We’re going to dinner soon. I wanted you to rest as much as you could,” he explained.

He leaned over me and kissed my hair. I nodded and sat up.

I went to wash my face, hard to do with one hand in a cast. He came in and helped me then got me into a red tank top with white fitted shorts and a crisp white hoodie with matching slip on shoes.

We brushed our teeth and walked next door to Kevin and Daniel’s place.

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“This looks like ours but with different style!” I said after the two middle-aged, Asian daddies hugged me.

They were slimmer than Mr. Takada, more toned than hulking but both in decent shape with good style. They were an inch or two shorter than Mr. Takada too, but just as dominant and masculine.

Except for the fact that one of them put his hand on the other’s shoulder frequently and the other one grabbed a kiss every now and then, they looked like straight buddies. This new world I’d been thrust into was opening my eyes to a wide spectrum of gay identity.

“Yes, we have a better decorator,” Mr. Choi (Daniel, but I called adults by their last name) said.

“But a smaller budget,” Mr. Jung (Kevin) joked and earned an eye-roll from Mr. Takada.

“Our specialty cocktail tonight is a Moroccan Mai Tai,” a voice said from around the corner.

I recognized it as Brent’s when he came out with a tray of high, narrow glasses with red straws and fruit chunks with little umbrellas.

“The pink straw is Colton’s. Just juice and spritzer,” he assured.

The men took their drinks and then he gave me the last one on the tray. He looked to be completely naked except for a small half apron tied around his waist. His bare, pale chest of muscles called to me.

When he turned though, I could see the tiniest pair of briefs with a Hawaiian print that left the bottom of his ass cheeks exposed. If I thought Colton was needy for attention, Brent certainly gave him good competition.

Mr. Takada led me by the hand into the living room where Donovan and Justin were already sitting along with other men I didn’t recognize.

There was another boy who looked just a little older than me. He was an athletic Russian guy with the most amazing blue eyes. Mr. Takada introduced him as Vlad and he greeted me in very limited English.

He had close shaved cornsilk blonde hair that seemed a shame to not let grow out. He belonged to a Korean guy named Mr. Park who was in his late 20’s and smaller than his boy but very much in control.

“Vlad’s here studying English. Ethan [Mr. Park], met him on a work trip to Russia last year.” Mr. Takada was giving me backstories on everyone even though they’d been around Cotlton frequently.

Everyone gave me a pity look when he did this because of the amnesia and accident trauma. I got a lot of hugs and roaming hands from some hard-bodied daddies and had to hide behind Mr. Takada whenever my cock chubbed up too much.

We sat around the living room while everyone sipped their cocktails and joked or discussed community news. They were all very serious about our little circle of walled-in townhomes. I caught Vlad checking me out a few times and I returned his looks as I sat in Mr. Takada’s hold.

I was sorting out in my head all these different attractions. The strong arms of Mr. Takada made me want to bounce on his cock while the hot body of Naya brought out the straight urges I’d always had as Miguel.

Something about Vlad and Justin had me attracted in a different way. They were taller and stronger, but much closer to my age. It brought out this third attraction in me like I wanted to wrestle with them and dominate them. It had me feeling weird.

With a girl I wanted this equal sharing of tenderness and closeness. With Mr. Takada and other daddies I wanted to be the little slutboy under their control and let them fill my hole with their seed.

With guys like Justin and Vlad though I wanted to see how far I could push them. I wanted to see how much they would take and beg me for. It felt weird. I didn’t even know what I would do with them.

“Yes, baby?” Mr. Takada asked as he rubbed my stomach. I looked down at my lap to see I was tenting form my wandering thoughts.

“What, daddy?” I asked. I had no clue what his question had been.

“You can go help Brent in the kitchen. It’s almost dinner time.” Mr. Takada said as he nudged me off his lap.

I covered my bulge with my hand and nodded as I went off to the kitchen.

“I’m surprised you came. You always boycotted these things. They made me put on clothes since you’re underaged,” Brent laughed when I walked to the kitchen and offered to help.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said. He just shrugged.

“It’s cool. I’m naked most of the time around the house. I’m just glad you’re better and starting to associate with us.” He winked and handed me a tray of drinks to take out to the guys.

“I didn’t used to do that?” I asked. There was always some new and intriguing piece to the Colton puzzle.

“Never. You liked the attention of the daddies, but you pretty much ignored the rest of us and spent a lot of time to yourself. It’s why he carved out that bedroom just for you. You were kind of a bitch about it. I half expected you to go back to Utah,” Brent said flatly without putting on fake sweetness to preserve my feelings. I appreciated that.

“Really?” I looked at him with my jaw hanging open. I couldn’t believe what a bitch Colton was.

“Yeah. He was trying to make you happy. I’m glad to see he’s finally taking the reigns with you and laying down the rules. It’s kind of turned you into a decent human being,” Brent laughed.

“I’m kind of learning that I wasn’t the nicest person,” I said.

“Well yes, but you made Mr. Takada happy. Whatever your faults, you certainly held his heart,” Brent shrugged.

I paused to think about that, then Mr. Takada called me back to the living room to pass out the drinks. I did and earned a few pats on the bottom from some of the daddies. Mr. Takada seemed to not mind that.

“Tell me more,” I said when I got back to the kitchen. “Is he different with me? I’m getting clues about things and trying to figure out who I was.”

Brent opened his mouth then closed it and looked at me suspiciously.

“I probably shouldn’t be the one to fill in the gaps. That’s something you should probe your daddy about,” he said and turned back to assembling a big salad.

“Please,” I begged and put my hand on his arm. He wasn’t like Justin or Vlad.

He had no sexual interest in me and I didn’t intimidate him. The only chance I had was to beg.

“Go back to the men. I’m almost finished here,” he said coldly.

I decided I’d gotten all I was going to learn from him, at least for tonight.

“Yes sir,” I said without thinking about his rank. I turned and left.

“Ok, now we can show it!” Mr. Takada said excitedly as I got back to the living room.

There was a huge screen television over the fireplace and I already knew what he was talking about.

“NO! Oh my god seriously No!” I begged and turned to him with pleading eyes.

“Settle down. It’s fucking adorable and it’s already blown up on that girl’s youtube channel. I didn’t have to search hard to find it!” Mr. Takada laughed.

Like any father, his son’s misfortunes were fodder for entertainment, no matter how embarrassing.

The video cued up with the title “Bombastic Promposal from the original BHP [Beverly Hills Princess].” It loaded while the camera was stopped on my face.

“Oh he looks like a hostage in a bank robbery! Look at that scared little face. So damn cute,” Mr. Park laughed and reached over to put his hand on my thigh.

“So adorable. Poor kid got ambushed,” Mr. Choi echoed with a laugh.

And then the video began. As soon as she called me “Colty,” the room was alive with laughter. My cheeks burned bright red and I looked back at Mr. Takada with what must have been an awful glare because he immediately looked like he regretted showing it.

“Don’t be mad, baby boy. You look pretty hot,” he said with pouty lips.

In truth I wasn’t all that upset. I was more embarrassed and uncomfortable by having the entire room’s attention. I knew Colton would have loved it, but I wasn’t used to it. I really just wanted to take Mr. Takada back to our house and slurp on his cock.

“It’s soooooo embarrassing,” I said as Naya’s voice started to rap behind me.

“I promise I’ll make your night extra special when we get back home. Ok, boy?” he whisper-growled in that low daddy voice that had me melting.

I couldn’t fight off the smile that spread over my lips. I nodded excitedly.

I turned around and relaxed back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me and held me extra tight as he rested his chin on my shoulder. I grabbed a pillow from beside us and put it in my lap. My body reacted so quickly to his adoring touch.

“Look at my baby getting serenaded,” Mr. Takada said proudly.

And then the part came where she kissed me. The room filled with catcalls and everyone turned to look at me. I got a few jabs on the shoulder.

“This just got really hot,” some voice said. “You ok with this Jason? Your little Colty becoming a man? If I had a boy that beautiful I’d keep him at home.” He laughed. That hit me like a brick.

“Jason?” I asked with shock and turned to face him.

“That’s me,” he said sheepishly.

He’d never told me his first name. The man who had dug inside me to parts no one had ever touched, the daddy who had seeded my hole and awakened feelings I didn’t know I could experience, and I didn’t even know his name I’d forgotten to even hunt for it. He had become Mr. Takada to me.

“Jason… Takada,” I said. I touched his face. He batted his eyelashes and pouted his lips.

“Colton… Johnson,” he said my name like we were introducing ourselves to each other.

I stared him down until he leaned in and pecked my nose with fish lips. I giggled.

“Colty-bear? Oh this is gold!” One of the men joked at the part where Naya called me that.

I groaned and buried my face in Mr. Takada’s chest. He laughed and hugged me.

“Don’t be mad, Colty-bear. Daddy loves his cub beary, beary much,” Mr. Takada chuckled.

“Woah!” The room cheered and I realized it was the part of the video where I’d said yes.

“You’re letting him go?” Someone asked.

“Hell yeah. I get to see my boy in a tux taking some hot girl to his prom. It’s every father’s dream,” Mr. Takada laughed.

I decided I couldn’t call him Jason. It felt too weird.

“Colty’s gettin some pussy! I’d pay to watch that,” One of the daddies joked.

“He most certainly is not. He’ll be a perfect gentleman,” Mr. Takada assured.

“Well if he wants the full prom experience, he has to go for it,” One of the daddies joked.

I wasn’t watching them, neither was Mr. Takada. We had our eyes locked on each other.

“Could you even imagine that? What would Colton do with her? She’d need a strap-on,” one of the other daddies joked.

I glared at that one. I knew damn well how to please a girl.

Mr. Takada laughed, but then added, “My Colton’s packing enough to keep her happy, not that she’ll ever find out!”

That got more catcalls from the room including one voice that suggested Mr. Takada would find out how well I packed it when we got home.

I couldn’t ever imagine me topping him. The thought made me shudder. This was going downhill fast. Mr. Takada leaned in and kissed me. He knew where my heart and body belonged. He was secure in what we had.

“Wait, what’s that?” Mr. Takada said and turned me back to the screen. I saw Naya had added a message to the end of the video. She had a very serious look on her face.

“Colton was hit by a car a few days ago while he was just out skateboarding like he loved to do. He’s so brave for getting back to school and I just had to brighten his day. Do good for other people and stop the bullying!” She said with a grim tone.

Who said anything about me being bullied? Everyone had been overly nice to me since the accident. She was working every angle to get views on her video. I shook my head.

“Colton’s getting bullied? That’s horrible!” Brent called as he came in from the kitchen.

“No. I don’t think he is. Is someone bullying my baby?” Mr. Takada asked.

“No! She’s just doing everything she can to get views.” I shook my head.

Everyone in the room looked at me with pity like I was covering something up.

“I’m not being bullied!” I was so embarrassed by the situation. I squirmed uncomfortably on Mr. Takada’s bulge as everyone looked at me.

“Well good. Let’s eat,” Brent shrugged. I was ready to go and my stomach wasn’t wanting food.

We went through a buffet line and Mr. Takada said we would share a plate. Neither of us was very hungry and we both urgently needed to get back to our house.

He went through the dishes and told me what not to eat. There was a dish that had shrimp in it (allergy) and one with Brussel sprouts(extreme dislike). Another dish was something Colton had previously said tasted like feet.

We settled on a piece of steak and a healthy heap of salad with a side of rice. We headed back to the living room with the other men and he parked me in his lap with our plate in mine.

He leaned over me to cut our meat and then we took turns with the fork. I poked a piece of steak and put it over my shoulder for him. We ate and he made conversation with the other guys while I kept quiet. I was thinking and focused on wrapping this night up. We declined dessert and headed home.

“Are you still mad at daddy for the embarrassing video? You looked so adorable!” he asked sheepishly as we walked across the yards back to our front door. He kept his hand on my back like I needed guidance.

“I’m not mad at you. I was just… It felt weird being the center of attention like that. I was happy sitting quietly in your lap. I don’t know the people there and it was awkward.” I admitted.

“You love being the center of attention!” he balked.

“Colton loved it. I just enjoyed being with you,” I said and headed up the step to our porch.

Mr. Takada’s hand caught my elbow and he pulled me back to face him. He slid his hands down to my ass and pulled my bulge in against his.

“I still have to get used to this… new Colton,” he whispered as his eyes focused on me hungrily.

His face looked darker, fiercer in the shadows of the moonlight. I swallowed hard and got a chill.

“Colton was a real douche. I feel so bad for how he acted, how he treated you,” I said.

“You’re my boy. I loved you before and I love you now,” he insisted.

“He was a total dick to you. Everyone keeps telling me that and the stuff I found on his phone. How could you put up with that? It doesn’t seem like you,” I asked.

I let it slip about the dirty pictures I’d found on his phone that he sent back and forth with random old guys. Mr. Takada looked at me as if I’d punched him in the heart. He still held onto me, but his face ran through emotions from anger to sadness then back to composure.

“Maybe I’m different since the accident too. You take so easily to me being firm with you. You let me be the daddy I know you need. I’m the same as before, but now you’re not fighting me on everything. This is a chance for us to start fresh and do things right. Being a daddy and boy, or a dom and sub, an owner and pet; it takes two. The more you open to me, the better I can be for you. Maybe a life changing accident can turn into the best thing for you. I know what you need, Colt. I know what you beg for. And now you’re letting me give it to you,” Mr. Takada explained.

“I need you so much it scares me. I hate feeling so clingy, but when I’m not in your arms everything feels so cold. All I hear is what a jerk I was and how people didn’t even think I’d stick around. I’ve never needed someone like this,” I lowered my eyes to his chin.

“You never had a real daddy before. You never learned how to accept love when it isn’t tied to something someone wants from you. I don’t want anything from you except for what feels right and helps you grow. Yes you made bad choices, but I’ve been patient and it’s paying off. I want you to have a normal happy high school experience and a bright future. It’s what I want for my boy,” Mr. Takada said and kissed my cheek.

“So,” Mr. Takada said as he led me back into the house. “Tell me about this girl who has stolen my boy’s heart.”

Chapter 15- New Clues

I filled him in on Naya and was honest about how i felt when she touched me or rubbed against me. He frowned when I told him she’d squeezed my hard-on.

“Lots of gay boys your age go through a fascination phase with girls. But I know my boy and what he likes. I know what makes his cock drool in his shorts,” he said as he guided me up the stairs holding onto my ass.

He gave my cheeks a squeeze and rubbed his finger over my hole.

“It’s not like that. I never wanted to be a girl or wear girl’s clothes. She just brings out the straight side of me, makes me want to do different things than the ones I crave with you,” I admitted.

“You never wanted to wear a dress or be a girl or even do drag, but sometimes when you wanted to please me or needed to ask me for something big, you’d wear something more… girlish. You knew it had been a fantasy of mine. Donovan didn’t have the body for it…” He seemed to be asking me to try this.

“Sure. I’ll give it a shot,” I shrugged and received his warm smile.

“There’s a whole drawer in your bedroom of things you knew excited me. Why don’t you go pick something out while I change out of this and we’ll have our nice evening together,” Mr. Takada suggested.

He was completely ignoring what I said about my feelings for Naya, instead insisting I was talking about wearing girl’s clothes. 

I agreed though. I needed his cock.

I went into Colton’s small, blue-painted bedroom while Mr. Takada went to our room to get ready. I found a small dresser in the closet that had a variety of things. There were some pictures of Colton with his family, some notebooks with drawings, other things Colton treasured.

In the second drawer I found neatly folded stacks of pink, see-through, and girl-colored clothes including panties, stockings, tights, lingerie and even an expensive looking corset.

It was all kind of weird. I always liked looking at my girlfriend’s stuff, but never really thought about putting it on. Colton’s body was made for it though with his thin build and lean muscle.

As Miguel, I’d been bulkier and would have looked like one freaky dude. 

Colton could pull it off. I picked out a pair of white, almost transparent panties that were super tiny and a pair of matching stockings that slid up to my thighs.

I felt weird and the panties didn’t have a place to put my cock so I pointed it down between my nuts. Luckily, they were stretchy enough to hold my balls. 

The thin strap in back settled in between my ass cheeks. There was a little pink bow. The only thing that turned me on about it all was the thought that he would get excited and touch me. I rubbed my hand down my legs and they did feel nice.

I started to close the drawer and heard something catch underneath it. It reminded me of a case where a guy hid flash drives with information taped under a drawer. 

I slid open the drawer beneath it just enough to get my arm in and felt around.

My fingers touched on something hard, metal, and plastic. I pulled at it and it came untaped. It was a burner phone, one of those cheap ones you get for ten bucks at the drug store and reload with a card each month.

“Holy shit,” I said to no one.

If Colton kept hidden messages on his regular phone that were filthy then this must have stuff he really didn’t want Mr. Takada to find.

“Don’t turn me on inside the community!” read a note taped to the back. 

Why would Colton write himself a note? Did he know something was going to happen to him? I thought it probably needed a charge anyways.

I found an old micro usb plug in the drawer and plugged it in under the bed to charge overnight. I’d get to it in the morning. I had a man to take care of first.

I put on my shoes which looked silly with the stockings, but I didn’t want to walk around without them. 

They made me feel like a guy for some reason. As I walked to our bedroom I tried to adjust my bulge, but that only made the problem bigger. The thought of being in his arms made my stomach leap.

“Woah,” I said when I opened the door.

Mr. Takada was checking his phone and sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide to show his fat, soft cock. He had the lights off, but the room was lit by some kind of laser show thing that splayed stars across the ceiling that twinkled and moved. 

There was soft dance music coming from speakers I couldn’t see, and I smelled the aura of cologne he must have sprayed around. It reeked of masculine energy and had me hard.

“Come here, boy,” he said without looking up from his phone.

He was typing something important on it. I came to stand between his knees.

“One sec, boy,” he said and typed with his right hand. He put his left hand on my ass and rubbed up between my cheeks. 

“Fuck you feel so nice,” he added without looking at me.

“It’s cold in here, sir,” I said. 

He pulled me down to his lap.

He settled the phone between my thighs and finished up what looked like a work email. There was something about a warehouse in Santa Ana. I pushed off my shoes.

“I’ll warm you, one minute whiny boy,” he said dismissively. 

He typed out a few more words, something about making sure it was zoned like he wanted. “And… done. Business never rests.”

“You seem like you work a lot,” I said as his arms wrapped around me and warmed me.

“My baby likes expensive panties,” he growled and put his teeth on my neck. His hands rubbed up my legs and he laid back on the bed with me.

“I can’t believe you finally wore these. I got them for you and you wouldn’t put them on,” he said and rolled me off of him onto my back. 

He got up on his knees and crawled between my legs, parting them and resting my ankles on his shoulders.

“So sexy in stockings,” he said and kissed my right leg. He had this look in his eyes I recognized from when he fucked me. He looked at my leg with a wide smile.

“I just grabbed them from the drawer, thought you’d like them,” I said as I laid on my back looking up at him. 

I wiggled my toes and rubbed one against his hair. He rubbed his nose up my foot and inhaled me. He was a man possessed as he took my feet off of him, held them up to his nose and kissed the bottom of them.

“You want to be daddy’s little girl? You want me to suck those pink nipples and plow your tight little hole?” he asked as his face appeared between my feet.

“Yes, sir. Please.” I nodded vigorously. Of course I wanted that.

“You daddy’s little boy? Begging for that alpha cock injection?” He looked down at me with hazy lusty eyes like Justin had done when Donovan was inside him, but there wasn’t a trace of weak submissiveness to Mr. Takada. He flexed those pecs as he put my toe onto his lips and slurped at the stocking fabric.

“Yeah daddy, your boy needs you so bad,” I whined, fumbling for filthy talk. 

His cock was rock hard and rubbed against my ass as he slowly rocked back and forth. It poked teasingly at my hole and I wanted him in there. I rubbed my hand over my bulge feeling the stretchy, silky fabric of the panties. He reached down and moved my hand off.

“My girl doesn’t touch herself until daddy tells her to,” he warned with fierce, dark eyes. 

He wanted to enjoy sucking on my feet and letting his cock poke against the fabric. He reached down one hand to jerk his cock then slid it up under the leg of the panties to slide against my own. 

My body pulsed at the touch of the alpha tool. My eyes went blurry as I stared up at him.

“Yes sir, but my boy hole needs you in it soon please,” I whimpered.

“This little pussy that’s winking at me?” he asked as he slid a finger down between my cheeks. 

He pushed the string aside and rubbed my hole. My body started to twist and shake on the bed at his touch.

I hissed. “Yes sir, please.”

“What do you want?” he growled. 

He rubbed his finger inside it sending fireworks off all over me. My skin buzzed with electricity as he plugged into me. I knew what he wanted me to say.

“My pussy, sir. Please fuck my pussy, daddy,” I whined.

“Yeah that pussy’s sucking my finger in. Look how pretty it is. You want to be a girl, huh? You want me to eat you out and suck on those nipples? Yeah? You want daddy to take care of all your pink parts?” Mr. Takada growled. He still thought I wanted to be a girl.

This was no time to correct him, especially laid out on my back with my legs in the air wearing stretchy white stockings and panties while I begged for him to fuck my pussy.  But I did anyway.

“I want to be YOUR girl… but I’m a guy. I didn’t feel like I wanted to be Naya. I wanted to be with her. She excited me,” I said without the tone of bedroom voice. 

I was happy being a guy. Mr. Takada stopped and looked down at me like he understood.

“You want to try a girl?” he asked as his finger slid in and out of me. I got a sudden jolt when he touched it just right and my body spasmed.

“I’ve been with girls. It’s not bad. Just feels different than when I’m with you,” I corrected.

“Tell me about it,” he said and slid his finger out of my hole. “But first, get these wet.”

I slurped on his two fingers while he rubbed them over my tongue, letting me taste my sweaty hole. He pushed them back to my throat until I gagged and made a lot of spit then he dragged them back over my tongue and stretched my lips until I winced in pain.

“Tell me how you feel different,” he said with sincere interest. He took the fingers out of my mouth and went back to work between my legs.

“Well, Ahh!” I started to talk but his fingers pushed inside me and worked my hole. “It’s different. With you I feel so protected and safe. You have this power that just drips off your muscles and makes me want you to use me however you want. Ahhh!” He touched another perfect spot. 

He stopped finger-fucking me and just rubbed over that spot as my cock bounced and drooled precum all over the panties.

“You’re made to be an alpha’s boy, his sweet little protectorate. You’re a natural boy, baby,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. 

He was pumping my hole hard with his fingers. I whined and jolted as my eyes fluttered.

“I get what you mean though. Fucking a boy feels so different.” He nodded thoughtfully as if oblivious to the intense pleasure he was bringing my hole. 

I thrashed around under him. He reached his free hand down to my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze to hold me down.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I begged. 

I was trying to follow his conversation, but he sent chills through me every time he shoved into the hole he owned.

“I never felt this way with a girl, even when my cock stretched her open. There’s just something about being with the boy who opens himself completely to me,” he said.

“Uh huh. Open me, daddy,” I gasped and pushed back on his fingers. My cock was dripping hard and he slid a hand down to free it. It snaked halfway out of the panties and drooled cum over my tummy.

“I mean I like women. Don’t get me wrong. I do love playing with a nice pair of tits,” he said and leaned over me to bite and suck at my right nipple until it puffed up angrily. 

He slid his fingers out of me and shoved them back in my lips so I could taste myself again. I sucked on his fingers and he put his cock to my hole and slowly shoved it in.

“Yeah, daddy! Fuck me!” I whimpered and bit on my lip as he slowly shoved a python up my tight hole. The head popped in and I threw my head back with a scream as I watched the stars dance around the ceiling.

“It’s hard to beat a good pair, especially when you can suck a little milk out,” he laughed as if thinking back to some treasured memory.

“Fuck your boy! Own that hole, daddy. Please!” I was so needy for him. 

“And I do like to tease and suck on a clit until it cums all over my tongue,” he leaned down over me with my legs on his shoulders. 

He rubbed up and down the stockings happily then let his lips rest on my neck. He was pummeling me into the bed with my knees on either side of my head as he shoved that cock in deeper. It filled me, stretched me, made me beg for him.

“So good,” I cried. 

I felt my eyes water and his teeth bit into my shoulder as he sucked on my skin. He started to pound me, take what was his. His strong muscled arms wrapped around me and lifted my back off of the bed.

“Yeah, baby girl. You need daddy seed that pussy? Huh? You want my seed, baby girl?” he whispered and chewed on my ear.

“Yes, sir! Please, sir!” I begged. 

Our hearts beat on each other’s chests as we smashed together. Every time he plunged deep inside me his rippled stomach massaged my cock and ground it against my own smooth, soft skin. It felt like an eternity on the edge with my cock drooling out with every stroke he took on my hole.

“Tell me, baby girl. Tell me what you need from daddy. Tell me why you deserve my seed in that little pussy,” he growled in this animal rumble that came from his chest.

“I need your seed, daddy. I need it deep inside me. I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be your good girl,” I swore. 

I’d give him anything he wanted for that hot spunk to feel it deep inside my hole and know he loved me. I felt so close to him as our bodies melded together. He made me feel like no one ever could. I’d be his boy, his girl, whatever he wanted.

“I know you will, boy. You’ll do whatever daddy tells you.” He punctuated each syllable by slamming into me.

“Yes, daddy,” I pleaded as he rammed me into the bed.

“You feel so good, baby girl,” he told me.

“I’m so close. I’m gonna finish, sir.” I slid my arms around his back and held on for dear life. My cock was on the edge and throbbing against his stomach.

“I know, baby. You never last long when daddy fucks you right, do you?” he offered.

“No sir. I can’t… hold… ahhh!” He drove extra deep into me and his nuts smacked against me pushing me over the edge. My balls tensed up and my cock started to fire off between us. I thrashed around in his arms as he looked down at me with a wicked smile.

“You feel so tight when you cum,” he praised.

I howled as I lost control. He nodded knowing what he did to me, knowing how he made my body feel.

“That’s my girl,” he soothed as he kissed my cheek and plowed my hole. “That’s my good Colty.”

I laughed and coughed as I recovered. He kept right on plowing me.

“Daddy’s almost there,” he warned. “Where do you want it?”

“Huh?” I asked, still lost in a daze.

“Mouth or pussy? Think quick, Colty,” he growled.

“Mouth,” I said without thinking. He ripped out of my hole and got to his feet, came towards my face and squatted in front of me.

He let out a deep groan as he shoved his cock past my lips. 

I tasted myself for just a second as it glided over my tongue then felt hot salt spray down my throat as he pumped his shaft and fed it to me. I swallowed and sputtered, coughed and gagged as he growled deeply and filled me.

I screamed as cum shot down my throat, came out of my nose, and made my eyes tear up. I hadn’t thought this through. I tried desperately to swallow and breathe as he suffocated me with his seed. He just kept pumping my mouth though, unable to control it.

“Take daddy’s cum. Swallow it all,” he ordered. His low-hanging nuts swung against my chest as he rammed me and spewed his offering.

“Ahhhh yeah, fuck!” He gave his cock one more pump and I felt the last hot missile hit my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but it leaked out of my lips around his shaft and dripped down my nose and chin.

“So good,” he praised. 

He took his cock out and I fought for air, trying to swallow and clear the cum from my throat. He had quite a build-up to unload in me. I felt it run down my throat and burrow inside me.

“Ah yeah.” He squeezed out the last drop and swiped it across my chin. He fell over beside me and rolled onto his back. He reached for me and brought in against his chest. I laid there with my ear on his heartbeat listening to it pound as he recovered.

“Thank you, daddy,” I said and kissed his chest.

“It’s what daddies do for their little Colty-bears,” he laughed.

“Not my nickname,” I said and jabbed his side.

“Ungrateful little brat,” he teased. He gave my ass a swat and laughed. We laid there for awhile then he carried me off to the bath to get ready for bed.

+++

The next morning I sneaked into Colton’s bedroom while Mr. Takada was doing his alone time in the bathroom. 

I found the phone was charged up and I made sure it wasn’t turned on like the note had warned. I got dressed for school in a pair of khakis, converse, and a black t-shirt with a unicorn on the front. I slipped the phone into the pocket of the pants until I could get downstairs to put it in my backpack. I grabbed a red hoodie and put it on to cover the lump in the pocket.

I met up with him before he could find me in Colton’s bedroom. He was downstairs in the kitchen making pancakes. We ate a quick breakfast then he took me to school before rushing off to a meeting.

“Donovan will pick you up today unless you don’t feel good. Call me if you need me to come get you, otherwise I’ll be in meetings. I have a busy day, but my boy comes first. Promise me you’ll call if you need me, even if you’re just sad or confused by things you forgot with the accident.” He seemed extra protective this morning. 

He checked that I had money in my wallet for lunch and checked that the phone he gave me was fully charged. He put an extra water bottle in my backpack and a small envelope with an extra pain pill if I needed it.

“I will, I will! Go or you’ll be late,” I laughed.

“Everyone else can wait. I love you so much, Colton. I hope you have a good day. There’s Justin now to chaperone you,” he said and pointed out the window where Justin stood. 

He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

“I love you too, daddy. I’ll be fine,” I urged, wanting him to leave so I could check out the phone.

“Ok, ok!” he said. 

He took my backpack and hopped out of the car. I reached for it when we got to the sidewalk, but he shook his head and gave it to Justin.

“No carrying things until you’re recovered. That pack is made of bricks,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“I got it, Mr. Takada. No worries!” Justin assured as he took it.

“Thanks, Justin. And Colton is buying your lunch again, anything you want. I appreciate you taking care of my boy,” he said.

“It’s my pleasure, sir. You’ve been so nice to let me stay with Donovan while he’s there,” Justin said. 

Their small talk was getting annoying. I was desperate to get to that phone. Mr. Takada gave me one last kiss. It was on the forehead since everyone was watching us.

I was in a hurry to check out the phone, but I couldn’t resist his touch. I buried my face in his tie and hugged him, not caring who was watching. He seemed stunned by that, but then he slid his arms around me and kissed my hair.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I said. 

The thought of being away from him for a full day brought panic to my chest. I held on until he pulled away. His eyes looked at me with so much guilt I thought he’d throw me in the car and drive away.

“Call or text, anything you need,” he said and tore away from me. He waited for me to nod and then he got in the car and sped off to his busy day.

Justin refused to give me my backpack. He walked me all the way to my first class where I got a pitiful look from my math teacher. She called me a “poor dear,” and showed me where I sat. Justin dropped my pack and headed for his class.

It took me 20 minutes to work up the nerve to ask for a bathroom pass. She handed it to me and I got Colton’s burner phone from the bag, slipping it into my pocket as I left. 

The hall was empty except for a teacher who eyed me suspiciously. I held up the red pass and he nodded as I made my way to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and fired it up to find out what Colton was hiding…

+to+be+continued+

Chapter 16- Julian Cheng

Story Recap: Miguel finds himself in the body of a teenage white boy named Colton owned by Jason Takada, an older muscle-daddy. He finds himself completely addicted to Mr. Takada’s touch and love, but the trail of clues leads him to push on and a cell phone provides the biggest bombshell yet.

+-+ Chapter 16 +-+

“You’re a nerd though, aren’t you? This should be easy?” I asked Justin.

He frowned at that, but gave the phone a second look. I was desperate to find out what was on it. I’d spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom looking for a way to get into it, but all it showed was a white screen with the words “Say my name, bitch.” written.

I finally gave up and decided to wait for Justin to see if he could help me.

“You found this taped under Colton’s drawer? It’s a super cheap phone. Why the hell does it have this crazy security on it?” Justin asked as he turned it over in his hands.

“I have no idea! It just says ‘Say My Name, Bitch’,” I said.

As soon as I finished speaking, the phone screen started to dance in blue waves until it finally opened.

“Holy shit, that’s it! It was just waiting for you voiceprint. This technology is crazy! That’s so rad, dude! Now can we go get lunch? They’ll run out of Orange Chicken and we’ll have to eat fish sticks,” Jason pleaded.

“Fine, fine,” I said.

He led me by the hand while I stared at the phone like every other kid in school. Justin seemed totally disinterested in the mystery. I’d filled him in a little, but he just thought I was still recovering from the accident.

There wasn’t much on the phone. It had the standard junk phone bloatware plus a banking app and some messages. None of them were from Mr. Takada.

I started to look at them while Justin put two trays down. He beamed triumphantly. He’d scored a plate of orange chicken and fried rice. He asked what I wanted and I just waved my hand dismissively so he ordered me the same.

I wasn’t hungry, I wanted to find out what Colton was up to.

The first set of messages was with a guy named Julian Cheng. It’s weird to follow a conversation in text messages because it goes in reverse. There were a few messages from him to Colton asking what the fuck was up.

Obviously I hadn’t used this phone since the accident so Julian was pretty frantic. I scrolled way down and decided to read the conversation the way it happened.

I picked it up somewhere in the middle, but I quickly gathered that Julian wasn’t interested in Colton sexually. Whenever Colton made suggestive comments, Julian ignored them and steered them back to “the plan.”

He said they already had enough money and it was time to get out before Mr. Takada caught on. Colton seemed desperate to leave the man.

He wanted to get to San Francisco where Julian had set up a safe place for him to hide out. Who was he hiding from?

Colton said he was working hard in his Japanese class for when it was safe enough to get out of the country. Japan?

I tried hard to search for a Japanese word in my head or some memory from Colton, but I couldn’t. All I remembered was that Ohio meant hello or something like that.

So that was why I’d sat through a 50-minute Japanese class this morning. I had no idea what was going on, but the teacher was kind and thought it was related to my accident.

Colton wasn’t just trying to learn Mr. Takada’s heritage language, he was planning an escape. But an escape from what? None of this made sense.

“Hey man, we need to talk,” I texted Julian and looked through the other messages.

There was a thread with some older guy who must have been Colton’s banker. It was just business stuff about setting up the account. I remembered the banking app. I exited the messages and opened it. It was a Japanese bank with locations here in LA and in Tokyo. I saw that Colton had saved the login information and when I opened it I let out a loud, “Woah Shit!”

“What?” Justin asked.

I’d forgotten he was there. I looked up to see him already helping himself to my plate of lunch. I wasn’t very hungry anyways.

“Colton had… wait. Dude, we need to get something straight here,” I said.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I thought you weren’t hungry,” Justin looked at me guiltily like he thought I was going to yell at him for eating my food.

I laughed and pushed my tray towards him. I remembered being Miguel and being an 18 year old athlete that could put away huge amounts of food and burn it all off after a few hours of practice.

Colton’s body never seemed that hungry. Justin’s was insatiable. He smiled and dug in.

“No, not the food. I need to know I can trust you and things won’t get reported to Donovan or Mr. Takada,” I said.

I didn’t have anyone else to talk this out with. I needed him. Justin looked hurt by my accusation.

“I’m not a fucking tool, dude. I’m not just some dumb jock who does what he’s told all the time. Sure I drool over Donovan, but I can be a badass too.” Justin flexed his arm for me.

He had a hot mix of lean youth and muscle jock, but I’d seen in his eyes he was a submissive boy who just wanted to please the men he served.

“Sure,” I dismissed. “But I need to know that if I let you in on this you won’t go running to narc on me, at least not until I know the whole story. I’m finding out things that don’t make sense yet.”

“You can trust me, Colt. I’ve sucked your cock, dude. That’s for real,” he whispered like it was some sacred bond we shared instead a moment of hot, raw lust to please our daddies.

I filled him in and showed him the phone. The bank account had over $50,000 in it.

Where had Colton gotten it from and what had he done to earn it? Justin showed me how to look at the deposits, but they were all in a variety of Asian characters. He recognized the Cantonese ones since that’s what Donovan used with his parents, but he couldn’t read any of it.

“What are you going to do with all that money?” Justin asked.

“I don’t know! I can’t help but think it has something to do with the accident,” I said.

Just then a text came into the phone.

“7th period, library men’s room. Last stall,” Julian wrote.

Justin looked at me with shock.

“This sounds dangerous, Colt. I don’t think you should go. I’m supposed to look out for you and this sounds hella sketch,” he said.

“I have to. I have to know,” I said and texted back “K.”

Justin tried to talk me out of it as we finished the last few pieces of Orange Chicken and rice. It was actually pretty good and I was sorry I hadn’t eaten more of it. He shared his jello with me.

The next two periods crawled by while I waited. I read through more of their texts. Colton mentioned something about going to a therapy clinic Mr. Takada had set up just before he stopped writing. It was supposed to help with his nightmares and anxiety.

Julian warned him not to go, but Colton said he didn’t really have a choice.

7th period finally came and I went to the study hall to check in. As soon as the bell rang to start the period, I told the teacher I was having really bad stomach issues since the accident.

I showed him the health pass the assistant principal had given me. He wasn’t interested in my story, he just marked me present on his laptop and shooed me away with a plastic pass.

I barrelled down the empty hallway towards the library. I got held up momentarily by a school security officer, but I showed him my pass and clutched my stomach in pain.

He nodded and waived me on, being a white kid gave me an instant credibility I’d never had as Miguel. Everyone just seemed to buy whatever Colton fed them. It was magic. He was golden.

I got to the men’s room across from the library entrance. It was empty. I paced around and checked the phone as my heart pounded in my ear. There was no text from Julian so I wrote him and let him know I was there. I waited another minute, the teacher in the study hall probably forgot I’d even gone to the restroom.

A kid walked in wearing tight gray sweatpants with white van’s and a black t-shirt. He had heavy Chinese features with a handsome face and slicked-back black hair.

He looked tough enough to be Julian, but I wasn’t sure. He looked at me weirdly like I was some bathroom creeper. He went to get a paper towel and blew his nose then washed his hands while I tried to not look like I was checking him out. I went to a urinal and pretended like I was pissing. He started to walk back towards the door like he was going to leave, but then he turned back to me.

“You ok, dude?” he asked.

“Yeah, just wrecked. Too much Monster drink has me pissing every ten minutes,” I laughed.

“Seriously, Colton?” he asked.

He came towards me, like right up on me as I stood there with my dick out trying to piss. I got scared. He studied me with narrowed brown eyes. His cologne hit my nose and reminded me of Mr. Takada. It made my dick chub up. He was an alpha.

“Julian?” I asked.

He nodded and checked out my eyes like they held a clue.

“Julian Cheng?” I asked again just to clarify.

“Yeah, dumbass. Fuck, Colt! What are you playing at?” he glared.

He put his hand on my chest and shoved me away from the urinal. I followed with my dick out as he backed me into a stall. He shoved me against the wall and put his forearm against my neck, pushing me up to my tip-toes. He was stronger than he looked and I drooled at the flex of his muscles and raw power.

Something about being manhandled made Colton’s cock go rock hard.

“I got hit by a car. I don’t remember anything. I found the phone in Colton’s drawer!” I melted under his hold and told him what I could.

He studied my face again for a few minutes then backed off as he decided I was telling the truth.

“Fuck! They really did it! Fucking shit,” he said to himself then added, “Put your cock away!”

I wrestled my snake back into the pair of lacy pink panties Mr. Takada had laid out for Colton this morning. Julian seemed unphased by the sight of them.

“Did what? I don’t know what happened to me. What did they do and who are they?” I begged.

“Eizo and his crew. He’s networked to guys all over the world doing this. Plus that Jason guy, your owner. He was their customer,” he offered and paced back and forth in thought.

He pulled out his cellphone like he was checking something out. He held it up to my face to take a super close picture. I backed away. He looked down and sent it to someone.

“Mr. Takada and Eizo Kimura? I knew it! What did they do?” I asked.

I pulled at his arm as he paced in the small bathroom stall. It was the oversized handicap one so he had a few paces.

“Shut up and let me do this. We have to get in there somehow,” he said and typed in something on his phone while he ignored my questions.

I stood there, dumb and helpless as he paced like a caged panther.

“Get in where? What do we do?” I was desperate to understand this.

“I said shut the fuck up,” he hissed.

He moved towards me like he was going to shove me against the wall and I backed into the tile and put my hands up defensively. He smirked and went back to his phone. I feared Julian Cheng, but I also felt strangely protected with him.

“Such a pussy. They really did a number on you, didn’t they? Colton wouldn’t be cowering like this!” He laughed.

He didn’t seem like such a nice guy, but he was my only ray of hope. He balled his fist on his free hand while he typed something into his phone. I watched a vein throb in his neck while he worked.

I wanted to drop down to my knees and suck him off. Colton was addicted to tough guys.

“Ok, Ok! Now we got their attention. Fuck yeah!” he said and typed something again as a smile spread across his face. “They believe me! The scar is gone. They’re going to help us! Finally! Fucking Finally!” Julian jumped and punched the wall.

I backed away in fright. Julian Cheng was insane.

“They? Scar? I have no idea what you’re even talking about,” I said hopelessly.

“The agency. I don’t know any of their names. Fuck, I don’t even know their voices or phone numbers. I just contact them through the app. Eizo’s done this before. They evaluated your case when I found you and they didn’t think Takada would really go through with it, but the scar is gone! They believe me!” Julian cheered.

“What scar? I don’t have any yet. I’m still recovering,” I fumbled.

“You used to have some little acne scars on your cheek just by your eye where that bruise is. I’m sure it’ll heal into perfect, smooth skin! It’s Eizo’s signature. He hates imperfections!” Julian said triumphantly.

I touched my bruise. It was sore, but the skin was smooth.

“He got rid of my scar?” I touched my face again.

“That’s what they do, Colton! It’s like you’re a doll. You were good looking before, but you had minor imperfections here and there like everyone does. Don’t you think it’s odd that there isn’t a single blemish on you? You’re a doll, dude! What about the chicken pox scar on your leg. Is that gone too?” Julian asked.

I didn’t know where to look so he yanked at my pants and pointed to a small bruise on my thigh, the skin was smooth.

“I’m not a doll!” I shook my head. This was straight out of a movie.

“Fine! Action figure,” he laughed like it was the girl terminology I objected to.

I sighed.

“Right there! I fucking told them! We took pics of everything before so now there’s real proof they can’t ignore. Look, look!” Julian swiped through a gallery on his phone.

It had pics of me and zoom ins on my face and thighs to show the marks. They were gone now.

“Oh my god! What am I going to do?” I felt a panic in my chest and I sank to the cold tile floor clutching my pants. I started to cry.

“No, no, Colton. Fuck you’re such a pussy now. See what he made you? Old Colton wouldn’t be a sobbing mess right now. Old Colton would already be scheming with me to fix this. You’re like a three year old. Don’t cry,” he said and I saw his smile melt into pity.

He sank down next to me and pulled my pants back up over the pink lacy panties. He sat beside me and I leaned into his chest.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” I said between sniffles.

“We’re going to fix this! Ok? The agency is sending me the worm so I can get the details to them. They’ll know what to do with it. They have to know how to fix this,” he assured.

“Worm? What kind of worm? What do I do until then?” I asked and wiped my face. I didn’t know what it would mean to fix this. Would I be Miguel again?

“You’re going to be daddy’s slutty little double agent. Extra obedient, just how he ordered you until we can blow the lid off this. I bet you can’t even control it. Your brain probably thinks his cock is the best and biggest you’ve ever seen. It’s all part of your wiring now,” he said to me.

I raised an eyebrow. It was true I thought of him as a hung sexgod. I craved that cock so bad. He shoved the phone in his pocket and put his hands on my shoulder.

“If there’s evidence, Jason might have it in his emails or texts. Plus there should be a backdoor into Eizo’s system files. That’s where the real jackpot would be! Come by my locker at dismissal. It’s #175 by the chem labs. I’ll leave a stick drive on top. You have to get it into his computer for at least two solid minutes so I can get the worm in there. That’ll give me access to what I need,” Julian instructed.

“Will Mr. Takada get in trouble? They’ll send him away. I can’t live without him,” I said with a sudden pain of dread.

I didn’t know what I would do if they took me away from him. I wanted to run right out of there and text him to come pick me up so I could feel him again. This was shattering my world, my very base.

“That’s the mind wipe talking, Colton! You just think you can’t be apart from him. He did some bad shit to you! Of course he needs to pay for it, but the real target is Eizo and the network. Think of the other people you’ll be saving! Give me your cell, the one he gave you,” Julian said. I slid the new phone he’d given me out of my pocket.

“It’s a weird one,” I noted and handed him the white square Mr. Takada used to talk and text with me.

“Fuck he’s got you so beyond whipped. What the fuck is this?” he laughed as he looked it over.

“It just does talk and text plus what he allows. He can send me apps when I need them and then they disappear when he sets them to,” I explained.

“Fucking lit, bro. This is straight out of Singapore. I read about this. He’s tracking your every move and probably listening in and watching out of this camera when he wants. It’s dormant now though. You must be boring. From now on this stays in your backpack and away from you when we talk,” Julian said.

I nodded. He got the phone number off of it and put it back in my pocket. He made sure my burner phone turned off.

“This phone stays off starting right now. Turn it on Monday so we can meet up again. I’ll text you from another number tonight if the stick drive worked. I’ll say I’m looking for Julia if it’s good. If I ask for Adam then it failed and you’ll try again. Be his good little slut tonight and get him relaxed so he doesn’t suspect anything. If he thinks it didn’t work then he might try to do it again to you,” Julian said.

I didn’t tell them that I’d been all over Mr. Takada’s cock insatiably the last few days.

“What didn’t work?” I asked.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said. I shook my head.

Chapter 17- Colton The Spy

“They wiped you and put in this new personality. Real Colton would have fought me back. Takada probably personalized it just how he wanted and made you his obedient little pussyboy. You’re probably missing him right now, aren’t you? Sick little fuck,” Julian looked at me with concern.

“I am… He’s like this ultra magnet for me. I can’t get enough. I love him so much,” I admitted.

“Yeah, they did the same to my twin brother Jackson. You don’t remember any of this. Now he’s in Hong Kong and won’t even return my calls. He’s with some old rich dude and he hangs on his every command. It took me months to figure out what happened. If I can help you, maybe I can help him too,” Julian said sadly.

“It’s crazy. I bet he feels like I do. He can’t say no.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry. I thought I could stop it before they did it to you. I just needed to find Eizo and his lab so I could maybe get some help to reverse it. I don’t know how many other boys they did this to, but it’s fucked up and it has to stop.” Julian sighed.

“You knew this was going to happen to me?” I flared angrily.

“I thought I could stop it before they went through with it. I just needed to get close enough.”

“What the fuck dude? And what about Miguel?” I asked.

“Who the fuck is that?” He looked at me with confusion. I explained my past life, my girlfriend, my job, the accident. He just laughed.

“Dude you are so lost! There was never a Miguel or maybe there is, but you weren’t him. They just put in some backstory to make you confused and extra needy for your daddy. When you convince a boy he’s crazy, he’ll latch on to whomever has stability,” Julian explained.

“He wouldn’t do that. He loves me. He does everything to take care of me,” I retorted.

“They did the same to my brother. He thought he was a baseball player from Montreal. He even speaks french now! It’s wild what they can do. They blank slated you, total Tabula Rasa, then loaded in what they wanted. This whole thing was just a computer program.” Julian said.

“No, no way! Mr. Takada wouldn’t do that,” I protested. I thought about the warm arms that rocked me to sleep and held me so protectively. He loved me.

“You were going to leave him, Colt! Wake the fuck up! We were planning it. You were raising funds to get out. You were finding out about what he planned for you and you were scared shitless! I had a safe place in Cisco with a friend for you,” Julian replied. My head was spinning.

“He did it to hold on to you and now he gets this perfect docile boy who drools over his body and does whatever he’s told like a good little sex doll. Think about it, Colt. You’re a good looking guy. You could have a lot better than him. You only came here thinking you could get into movies, and Jason was just a place to stay until that happened,” Julian continued. 

Colton really was using Mr. Takada.

“No! I love him. He’s so amazing and sweet to me. When he touches me my body just feels like…” I started but he interrupted and finished my though.

“Like the best thing you’ve ever felt. Of course it does. He made it that way so everything in you responds to his touch. The rougher he is the more you respond. Look how hard you got just from me shoving you around. You’re a pussy boy who’s nothing without a daddy. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he ordered. He killed off the old you,.” He sighed. 

Julian gave me a little shove against the wall. 

My cock stirred.

My eyes started to tear up again. Julian looked at me with frustration.

“Look. I don’t have time for your therapy session right now, Colton. I have to prepare the stick with the worm they’re sending and the bell’s going off in fifteen minutes for dismissal. You get back to study hall then get the stick on your way out. Remember, be his good little boy until you can get alone time with his laptop. I need all I can get from it,” Julian said. 

I nodded. I headed back to study hall.

When the bell rang, Justin showed up to get my backpack. I needed to distract him while I got the stick drive. I told him I needed him to get a folder from my locker and I’d meet him at the office. He bought it and loped away happily. 

I went to Julian’s locker and found the drive waiting on top. It was small enough to hide in my pocket and I raced to the office to meet Justin.

“There you are,” Donovan said when I got to the office. 

I’d forgotten he was taking me home today. Justin came in just after me and held up the folder. He had to go to basketball practice, but he got a quick kiss from Donovan that raised a few eyebrows in the office. Donovan wasn’t much older than us, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

Donovan took my backpack and put the folder inside. He led me out to his shiny, black sports car and took me home. 

He kept asking about my day and how I felt. I was too focused on all that I’d learned from Julian and i was eager to get home. If Mr. Takada had left his laptop then it would be a cinch to get the stick drive in there and put in Julian’s worm.

“Justin said you didn’t eat lunch. How about I make you a sandwich and you can study til your dad gets home,” Donovan said when he parked in the driveway. 

It would keep him distracted for a few minutes.

“Yeah, sounds great. I really gotta pee,” I said as I got out. 

He went to open the front door. I raced upstairs while he put my backpack on the kitchen bar and went to make my sandwich.

I nearly tripped on the last step, but I recovered and made my way to his office. The computer wasn’t on his desk. I pulled open drawers and only found files and office supplies. I checked our bedroom next, it was gone. 

Of course he had taken it with him to work. That’s what normal people do. I felt the stick drive in my pocket and sighed. I decided I’d better hide it and the burner phone in Colton’s room.

“There you are. Everything ok, buddy?” Donovan asked when I got downstairs. 

He had on a yellow tank top and white shorts. He was a pretty sturdy guy and looked like he could be a personal trainer. I saw the peek of the orange waistband of his underwear as he stretched and put the plate with my sandwich on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, just feeling achy,” I said. 

My bruises were healing, but my muscles still felt sore when I moved around too much. He texted Mr. Takada to ask if I could have a pill. I bit into the sandwich. It was turkey with mustard and lots of vegetables.

“Pretty good, huh? I’m a great babysitter, he beamed as he started to put things away. 

He cleaned up the kitchen while I finished the sandwich and then he gave me a pill and told me to go lie down for a nap until Mr. Takada came home.

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I got a text on my phone and felt it buzz in my pocket. I wondered if Julian was expecting me to already have the laptop cracked. 

It was just a text from Mr. Takada telling me to go to bed and set up my tablet. I went up and changed out of my school clothes into a pair of sleep shorts and t-shirt. I got into bed and turned on the tablet. There was a video request from Mr. Takada.

“There’s my boy. You don’t feel good, baby?” he asked when I accepted it. He was in his car and dressed nicely in his suit. I nodded and laid back against the pillows.

“Don’t worry, daddy’ll be there soon. I just need to drop off files at my office. I’m stuck in some fucked up mess on the 5, but I’m coming home soon. You just rest. How was school?” he asked. 

I couldn’t tell him about much of my day or what I’d discovered. I looked at him and saw a whole new side. Could he really do that to Colton? He basically killed him.

“It was ok. I just got so tired and I hurt… I need you,” I affected my best whiny boy voice. It worked.

“I’m trying, Colt. Daddy’s coming… You took the pain pill from Donovan?” he asked sounding guilty for not being by my side.

“I did,” I yawned. “But it’s so cold in here.” I rubbed my hand down my chest and slid it into the shorts. I needed him home so I could get to the laptop.

“Get under the covers. Wait. You still wearing the pink panties daddy put you in this morning like a good little boy?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said and pushed down my shorts to show him. My cock was hard and trapped in the restrictive lace. I rubbed my bulge for him. Whatever worked.

“Spread your legs for me, boy.” He rubbed his crotch while he inched along in traffic. He had his phone mounted to the dashboard so he could watch me.

“It’s so empty down here,” I said and spread my legs for him. I moved the fabric aside and winked my hole for him. I put a finger there and saw the longing in his eyes.

“Look at that pretty little pink hole winking for daddy. Ok, fuck the office. I’m coming home. Rest up and maybe you’ll feel better when I get there,” he said. 

I watched him look up at the roadway and move his arms like he was steering away from the traffic. I knew he’d do his best to get there. He told me he loved me then let me go.

I got under the covers and settled in for a nap. The pill had me sleepy and the sandwich had me full. I nodded off thinking about him rushing home to play with me. As confused and angry as I’d been, I was still very much in need of daddy’s cock.

“Colt? Colty-bear?” Mr. Takada’s voice woke me up. 

I blinked up at him to see him in his suit leaning down to look at me.

“Hi daddy,” I yawned sleepily and squeezed the pillow I had been hugging, but it wasn’t a pillow. It felt furry and smaller. I looked down and realized it was a teddy bear.

“I felt so guilty this morning leaving you at school. Your sad little face watched me drive away. You held onto me like you were afraid to let me go. That new French store, Thierry Aurand, on Rodeo makes them. They put a little bottle of that cologne of mine that makes you so hard right inside it so when you need to smell me you can just hug it. It gives a light spray so it won’t mark you. A boy shouldn’t smell like a man unless he’s been with him. But it will bring you comfort when you need me. Do you like it?” he asked.

His eyes looked at me searching for my approval in a way I hadn’t seen before. 

He put himself out there and I guessed he worried that Old Colton would mock him for it. I was seeing things differently now. I read how desperate he was for Colton’s adoration. It was hiding just beneath the surface and competing with his need to be a strong, alpha daddy for his boy.

“He’s beautiful and so soft.” I smiled and pet the chocolate brown bear dressed in gray pants and a red hoodie with a black t-shirt that said ‘Daddy loves You’ in red script. 

Mr. Takada smiled at me and put his hand on my stomach to rub it. My heart started pounding both in anger and lust. My cock thickened up and I forgot about the stick drive.

“You waited for me, like a good boy?” he asked. I nodded and started to sit up.

“Of course you did. My boy knows his pleasure always comes from his daddy.” Mr. Takada winked at me confidently. 

How could he be those terrible things Julian told me about? It didn’t make sense. He loved Colton so much.

“There’s more. I had my secretary pick these out for you. He knows what boys your age like,” he continued and grabbed a small brown shopping bag from the table. 

He pulled out a pack of sporty athletic briefs in neon colors. I laughed.

“Non-trashy underwear!” I said and remembered the lacy pink panties I had on.

“I love what you wear, but these will work better for school. I don’t want anyone thinking my boy is free for the taking,” Mr. Takada said. 

He opened the pack and took out three pair of sensible guy underwear. They were an expensive brand and much better for working out or feeling my package secure during the school day.

“Now I’ll stop getting looks from guys when I bend down or squat. I can go back to gym class without worrying,” I laughed.

“You used to love the attention from anyone who would give it. Now you know your body is just for me… and others we choose to include,” Mr. Takada said and leaned down to kiss me as I clutched the briefs.

“Thank you, daddy. They’re perfect,” I said. 

I felt his warmth radiate through me like a fire. I knew he couldn’t do anything to hurt me. Julian must have been wrong. I was safe here. Mr. Takada couldn’t have gotten mixed up in this stuff. There had to be a good explanation. 

I thought about throwing away the stick drive and the burner phone. What good would it do to betray the man who held me so lovingly in his arms? I couldn’t get him mixed up in this. What if he ended up in jail?

“I need to hop in the shower. I had to rush my training session at the gym to get home to you. I didn’t get a chance to shower,” he said as he loosened his tie. He got off the bed and took off his suit while I watched.

“You need some sexy music,” I laughed.

“Oh yeah? Daddy strips to the beat?” he danced and put his tie around my neck then tightened it. He used it to pull me up for a kiss. He did smell kind of ripe, but I liked it.

“You stay right there. I’ll be out in two minutes.” he said. Two minutes. 

That was what Julian had said I’d need for the worm to get from the stick drive to the laptop. Mr. Takada went and disappeared into the bathroom. I fidgeted there for a minute until I heard him turn on the water. Could I do it? Could I betray him? What if he really was involved with this? What if he had made me into a blank person and programmed me to be his obedient cock slave. Was it worth finding out the truth?

I darted out of the bed before I could think it over anymore.

I saw he’d left his work bag on the floor and his laptop was plugged in on a side table out of view. I ran to Colton’s room and got the stick drive, before I could think it over more. I knew this would eat at me if I didn’t get some answers and the threat of disappointing Julian Cheng would be severe when I got back to school on Monday if I failed.

I shoved it in the USB port of his computer and opened it to turn it on. He didn’t say I’d have to log in. I couldn’t anyways. I just hoped the worm would do its work and get in there. I went to the bathroom to see how he was doing. He looked at me from behind the foggy glass as he soaped up his nuts and gave his cock a tug. He was hard, so was I.

“I wish you could join me in here, but we can’t get the cast wet,” he lamented as he stopped soaping himself and took me in. This was good. This would buy us time if I could keep him occupied for a few minutes.

“You always love it when I fuck you in the shower. I get that hot little pussy soaped up with the oil wash and then ram it in hard while you hold onto the tile shelf,” He said and wanked his cock for me. He licked his lips and ran a hand down over his brown, soapy pecs.

“Fuck yeah. Tell me more,” I begged in my best whineyboy voice. 

I took off my shirt and pushed down my shorts to show my throbbing cock in the pink lace panties.

“I love seeing my boy in those. Fuck yeah you love when daddy pounds you under the hot spray. I pull that hair and make you beg for it. My good little pussy boy with his needy little hole. You want that, baby?” he asked and gave his hard cock a squeeze. 

He pounded it against his open palm a few times to show off the heft of what he lugged around. I licked my lips.

“Come here, boy. Come to daddy,” he said and opened the glass a little. He popped out his head and gave me a wet, steamy kiss when I got to him.

“Fuck me daddy. I’m so hard,” I said. 

He reached down a wet hand and pulled at the waistband of the panties. My cock and balls fell out of the side and he reached to give my cock a pump. My whole body shivered at his touch.

“I can’t wait, baby.” He reached and angled the showerhead away from the glass door so it wouldn’t spray out. 

There was a superthick foam mat in front of the shower and he pushed me down to my knees on it. I put my casted arm over on the glass so it would stay away from the water. He put his cock to my lips and pushed into me. I slurped on the huge invader until it hit my throat and made me gag.

“Too big for you? Too bad, boy. Daddy needs that throat,” he growled and shoved into me with force. 

I wretched but didn’t vomit. Spit drooled out of my mouth over his cock which only made him go harder. He started to fuck my throat as his fingers brushed through my black hair. He gripped it and held me still while he fucked.

“So good, boy. No one makes my cock feel like this,” he praised. His other hand went under my throat and rubbed it as he felt the outline of his cock fucking me.

“That’s good, boy. Now get your prize,” he said. 

He pulled my face off his cock and he sank to his knees on the wet tile. He pulled my face over to his armpit and shoved it in. He hadn’t washed his pits yet but they were wet. I inhaled his funky sweat and my tongue went out instinctively to taste his salty buildup. He hadn’t put on any deodorant there, it was all him.

“You love how a real man smells and tastes, don’t you, boy? You did good today for daddy,” he growled. 

He gripped my hair tightly and moved me up and down to clean out his left armpit. I breathed him in and felt my cock leaking precum. I forgot all about the stick drive I’d put in his computer.

I moaned in pleasure as I slurped up the last of his sweat. When I started to taste just skin and hair, he moved me over to the other one. I stopped momentarily to pick a pit hair off my tongue. He laughed and took it to put near the drain. I coughed and felt another one in my throat.

“Hazard of serving a daddy, but you love your job,” he said proudly and shoved my face into his right armpit. I slurped a fresh batch of salty funk. It made me so hard.

“Look at this tight little pussy begging for me,” he noted as I felt his wet finger poke at my hole. I licked and sucked his armpit, so intoxicated by his smell. He must have worked hard at the gym.

“Let me get at that,” he said and pushed me away from his pit. He turned me around and dragged my back half into the shower with him. He tore the pink panties off my ankles and shoved them in my mouth. I struggled with him but then accepted them. I could taste the precum I’d left in them from earlier. It was dried and hard but the hot water made them come to life.

“Suck on your panties, little boyslut.” He had me on all fours as I fell forward against the floor mat. My cast was still dry. He poured bodywash over my ass and then worked it into me. I let out a loud moan when his soapy fingers shoved inside my hole. It was so ready for him.

“Getting that hole nice and clean for daddy’s cock. Yeah baby you feel so good. That eager little beaver needs its wood,” he praised. I looked ahead and saw the mirror showing us half in and out of the shower. Mr. Takada was dripping as steam rose around us. I had that same look of hazy lust that I’d seen on Justin’s face when Donovan was plowing him, only there was pink lace hanging out of my lips as I sucked them clean.

“That’s my good little girl, sucking daddy’s fingers inside her. Such a tight little baby, but so ready for daddy’s cock,” he praised. 

I mumbled happily with the underwear stuck in my mouth. He was sliding his fingers in and out of me with force, only stopping to add more of the oily wash. I looked behind me to watch him.

The Californian in me had the sudden thought that we should turn off the water, but I had my mouth full. I turned back to the mirror and thought I caught a blink of a green light.

“Mah Mick!” I suddenly said to myself though the underwear in my mouth made it hard to talk. I’d forgotten about the stick drive. It had been at least a solid ten minutes since I’d put it in. I needed an excuse to get out of there.

“What?” Mr. Takada asked, obviously not understanding my panty-stuffed speech.

“I need lube. I’ll get it from the bedroom! I remember where you put it. You finish your washing,” I kept rambling as I pulled off his fingers. 

I got to my feet before he could argue and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.

“Nonsense, the wash is super slick. The lube in the bedroom will just wash out in the shower,” he said, but I was already out of the bathroom.

I raced across the room and noticed a blue light on the stick drive. I hoped that meant it was done, but those lights don’t usually mean anything. I yanked it out of his laptop and quietly closed it.

Chapter 18- But Did it Work?

“Baby? What’s wrong? You’re all weird. Did I hurt you?” Mr. Takada called.

I heard the water turn off and I chucked the stick drive under the bedside table on my side of the bed. I heard it land with a thud and then roll out onto the floor.

“Colton!” He shouted and came out naked, hard, and dripping.

“Yes, sir?” I asked like I had no idea what was going on.

“What’s wrong? You got daddy so hard.” He gripped his cock in one hand and beat it against the open palm of his other hand to show me. “And then you left. You know I hate when you do that.”

I guessed Colton had done that to him before.

“I… I’m sorry. I just came for the lube but I thought you left it right here on my table. It’s not here,” I said with my most innocent boy voice.

I walked over to where the stick drive was on the floor. I nudged it under the table as far as I could with my toe.

“It’s here, baby girl. You forgot where I keep it,” he said with a voice full of pity as if he was chalking this up to my amnesia.

He reached into his drawer and pulled it out. He tossed it over to me and I caught it.

“I get so confused, daddy. Nothing makes sense anymore. I need my daddy,” I played along and started to sniff back fake tears like I was completely out of it.

He ran over to me and swooped me up off my feet.

“I know baby. I pushed you hard to get back to school and a normal routine again. It’s ok. We have a nice weekend now and we can relax together. Does that sound good, baby love?” he asked in a deep daddy tone that had me feeling weak in his hold.

“Yes please,” I sighed.

“Let’s get you fucked properly and then back to bed. Would you like that?” he asked as he carried me back to the bathroom.

“Yes sir. Please fuck me,” I requested.

He nodded solemnly like he understood it was his duty. He laid me down on the granite counter so my ass was hanging off the edge. He grabbed a rolled up towel from a basket and put it under my head for when he banged me into the mirror. I kept my legs raised in the air and parted so he could see my hole.

“That’s it, baby girl. Spread that pussy for daddy. Get ready for that thick, Asian meat.” he growled. He’d never called it Asian before. It seemed weird even though he clearly looked Asian though mixed with European and African… and he had told me of his Korean and Japanese roots. Still it just seemed like a weird thing to say. I tried to respond in kind though

“Yeah daddy, I need that hot Asian meat in my… Wait! I don’t even know what I am! Damn it, Colton sucks! I loved being Mexican. Now I’m just generic white boy,” I burst out laughing. I felt his tip rubbing at my hole.

“You’re not generic! You’re my boy!” Mr. Takada hissed as his cock pushed into my hole.

“What kind of boy am I?” I asked.

“Your genetic tests showed British and Scandinavian roots. They did a whole work up of you. Utah has a very small genetic pool,” he laughed.

I gasped, both from him shoving inside me and the red flag that he had run that kind of test on me.

“You had me studied?” I asked and started to raise up with my elbows under me.

“I wanted to know what I was getting,” he laughed like it was nothing.

I started to ask more questions, but his cock slid over my special spot and sent a deep chill through me as his warmth filled my body. I flailed on the counter and let out this high pitched whine.

“There we go, there’s my good boy. Suck daddy’s cock in. Open for me. You feel so good, baby,” he beamed in pride and leaned down to kiss me.

He wrapped his arms around me. He had me folded up like a pretzel and whining for more. I sucked on his tongue like a pacifier as he pushed deep inside me.

“Mmmm,” I moaned on his tongue as he stretched me with his thick cock.

My eyes rolled back as warmth spread out from his cock, his arms, his lips. He filled me with life and wrapped me in this cocoon of ecstasy and safety. Nothing else mattered when I was on his cock. It took me out of this world completely.

“You are so perfect, my beautiful, baby,” he praised when his lips left mine.

He looked down at me with pure joy and love. He slid a hand down my chest and started to jerk on my cock slowly as his cock began to pound me.

“Fuck me, daddy. Make me yours,” I begged through ragged breaths. He pistoned in and out of me with urgency.

“And that hole feels like it was made just for me. It’s so perfect, so beautiful,” he growled.

“Just how you ordered it, daddy? It’s what you paid for?” It was a stupid thing to say. I don’t know why I said it. The conversation with Juian Cheng had floated back into my head.

“I knew you were what I wanted the minute I saw you online,” he said as he pounded away at my hole.

That had me totally confused, but he was rubbing that spot inside me that made my body shake in ecstasy. I kept losing focus. I really was a slave to his cock. I was his boy.

“Dude, that’s so good! Yes daddy!” I screamed.

He leaned into me and bit softly at my neck while he pistoned in and out of me. His arms wrapped around me securely and he pressed me against his chest. He lifted me up off the counter and let me slide down his pole.

“Uhhhh!” I gasped as he backed away from the counter with me in his arms, balanced on his cock.

I slid my legs down to wrap around his waist. He backed against the wall and leaned on it as he jackhammered me, bouncing me up and down on him. I impaled myself on his cock and the deeper he got the better it felt. He dug into me with brute force and growled against my ear.

“My girl can’t get enough of that monster cock stretching her tight baby pussy. Can she, Colty? You my little Colty-slut?” he growled.

“Yes daddy! Fuck yes! Own that hole. I’m so close!” I whined. I felt every part of me ready to burst with pleasure.

“Yeah? You’re going to cum for daddy?” he hissed as he drove up inside me.

“Uh huhhh,” I whined as my head rested on his shoulder.

My arms wrapped around him and held on as he pounded away at me. He went back towards the counter and laid me down on the towel without stopping his assault on my hole.

He slid out of me just to the tip and then bent forward and took my throbbing cock into his mouth. He slurped up and down on it and looked up at me with those eyes that told me he loved his boy. He rubbed one hand over my sensitive stomach and I felt his cock pull out of my hole. It was replaced with two fingers from his other hand.

“Huhhh,” I whimpered. I was disappointed at first, but then those fingers went to work milking my prostate and rubbing right on the one spot that made me go weak and beg for more.

“Fuck, daddy! I’m gonna cum!” I whined and looked down at him as my pale white boycock disappeared into his soft full lips.

He easily took me without gagging and making a mess of himself like I did when I had his cock.

“Fuhhhh!” I whined and shoved my cock up into his mouth where i started to unload.

He sucked and slurped me, taking every drop of my seed as his tongue worked my shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head and I couldn’t focus on his face. I thrashed around as he worked me like a puppet pulling the strings of my muscles.

I screamed nonsense as my brain went white from the intense feelings pulsing through me. I was so lost to him. I reached for his hair and slid my fingers into it. I didn’t grip it or push him down on me, he was still the daddy. I just pet him and held on as I exploded in his mouth.

“Fuh. Kinnng. Gooood,” I howled as I shot the last drop of cream inside him. He nursed it for another minute until it got so sensitive I begged him to stop.

“Stop, stop, stop, please!” I whined and tried to get away. He just looked up at me though. It was his cock to do with as he pleased.

“Please, daddy. Please!” I begged and he pulled off of me.

“Thank you, thank you, sir,” I gasped.

He rose up from between my legs and came up to give me a kiss. His lips wrestled mine and he delivered my load back into me mixed with his spit. I swallowed then sucked his tongue clean. I laid there spent and happy in his arms until his cock shoved into me again.

“Take it baby. Take the cock you beg for,” he growled. He leaned down over me and kissed me while he started to fuck hard. He pistoned in and out of me a few times until I felt the deep growl build in his chest. He was close.

Without saying anything, he kept his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth while he drove into my hole. He fucked me with force and I felt his balls slap against my ass. He was really burying it deep. I got hard again and my cock was drooling more precum while he stuffed me.

“Huhhhh,” he moaned on my lips and then I felt his body tense up and hot cum start to shoot into me. He rammed it deep and slow, holding it each time he shoved into the hilt. His body jerked and my hole felt warm and stretched as he filled it with his seed.

He pounded a few more times as he emptied into me then relaxed against me, pinning me on the counter under his muscled frame.

“Fuck, I love you, Colt. Like no one else,” he said sleepily and kissed me.

“I love you too, daddy.” I meant it. He smiled at that. He left me there on the counter and told me to stay put. He dashed into the shower and cleaned himself then came back with a hot, wet little towel and cleaned me.

I felt like a baby. I was on my back with my legs spread while he cleaned me off, rinsing the hand towel in the sink.

He wiped me dry with a towel and then went to the closet where he found a pair of Colton’s slutty briefs. This pair wasn’t too bad. It was yellow and stretchy but see-through. He put it over my ankles then slid it down to cover me. He lifted me up and then set me on my feet. He put me in a pair of shorts and tank top then he put on a pair of shorts without underwear and a t-shirt.

We had dinner with Donovan and Justin. We settled into the couches and watched tv until a little pinging sound disturbed us.

“What is that? Sounds like someone’s phone,” Donovan said.

“It’s the baby phone! I set that chirp!” Mr. Takada sat up. “Who would text it?”

“I’ll get it,” I jumped up, but he pulled me back down to the couch.

“You will not! No one should be texting my boy. You don’t even know the number,” he looked at me with jealous anger like I’d done something bad and went to get it from the charger where he’d told me to put it.

I stayed there on the couch and listened for some reaction. There was just a little laugh.

“Who was it? Someone from school?” I asked with a little too much interest.

“Nothing to worry about. Just a wrong number. I guess someone had the number before you and they were looking for that person,” Mr. Takada said and came back to the couch to slide me back into his lap where i’d been resting.

“Who were they looking for?” I asked. I remembered Julian Cheng told me that if he asked for Julia it was all good and if he asked for Adam then I had to do it again. I needed to know if the worm worked.

“Don’t worry about it, baby boy. Daddy took care of it,” he said. He pulled me down against his chest and kissed me as a commercial for extra powerful laundry soap ended.

“But, are you sure? What if they really need to find that person? Let me go check. Maybe I know them,” I said and started to get off of him.

“I told them wrong number and they said ok. That was it. Nothing to worry about,” he said as if I was being silly. He pulled me back down and held me against him.

“But who were they looking for? Did you read the name? What was the name they asked for?” I asked with a little too much desperation in my voice.

“It wasn’t Miguel if that’s what you’re worried about.” He eyed me sadly thinking this had to do with my neverending quest to figure out what happened to Miguel.

“No, it’s not that. Let me just go look. Please, daddy?” I begged a little too hard. His sympathetic smile faded to frustration.

“That’s enough, Colton. It was just a wrong number. Nothing to get excited about. When you’re with me, the phone isn’t your concern. It’s only for when you’re away and only to contact me or one of your emergency contacts. When you’re with me, it’s not yours to worry about!” He was starting to get angry.

“But, daddy…” I started to argue but he cut me off with a gentle swat to my ass.

“I said enough! My boy doesn’t talk back when Daddy said no! Do I need to take you upstairs and remind you who owns this ass in the way you don’t enjoy?” He looked at me with heavy disappointment and rubbed my ass as if preparing for another swat.

I He wasn’t used to me arguing. He was caught off guard by it but quickly recovered to remind me who was the alpha.

“No sir, I’m sorry. I’m just sleepy,” I said and faked a yawn.

I knew I couldn’t push it. I could wait until later and then get to it. Julian would be pissed at me if I didn’t respond and the worm hadn’t worked, but he’d be more pissed if I blew things with Mr. Takada and exposed the plan.

Then there was something else. I felt this pain in my chest when Mr. Takada got upset with me. Something inside me physically reacted to letting him down. I looked up at him with sad eyes.

“I know, boy. You can fall asleep here. Daddy has you now. You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he said and rubbed my back with one hand as his other slid up and held the back of my head against his chest.

I looked over at Justin and Donovan who were trying to act like they weren’t paying attention to us. Justin just shrugged at me. I knew he hadn’t told about the money we’d found on Colton’s phone. I wondered how much more I could trust him with.

Mr. Takada rubbed me soothingly and I felt his warmth of approval fill me again. It put my body at ease and soon had me yawning.

I hoped I could wake up sometime in the night and go find out what Julian wrote and if the worm worked.

Chapter 19- The Model Boy

“No, no. That’s too much skin. I want my boy comfortable and warm, but his body needs more covering. He’s shy and doesn’t want so much attention,” Mr. Takada told the stylist at Beau Gosse, a way overpriced store for high end boys just off Rodeo in Beverly Hills.

Their logo was a white outline of a muscled boy lying on his side propped up on an elbow to show a bulging bicep. Antony; our stylist with green hair, seven face piercings, and a heavy french accent; nodded confidently and slipped the red tank top off of me.

I stood there in a pair of the athletic briefs Mr. Takada had given me the day before and felt exposed in the small, brightly lit room lined with mirrors. Antony disappeared from the room in search of more modest clothes.

I turned to Mr. Takada and shivered in the cold. He came and hugged me, rubbing his hands over my chest and stopping on my pointy nipples to give them a flick while he kissed my shoulder.

Antony walked back in to find me hard in my briefs and happy in daddy’s arms. He cleared his throat to get our attention, but didn’t seem bothered by what he walked in on. He probably had a lot of freaky customers in this secluded, overpriced, private shop.

“Eef zyoo need time with zee boy, I come back… or I stay eef you want,” Antony said as he hung up a rack of clothes.

Mr. Takada said something to him in French that sounded so sexy. Antony just laughed and gave me a wink. He pulled out a pair of gray fleece shorts and a white long-sleeved t-shirt with their logo on it and helped me into them. He put on a backwards gray baseball cap and simple white boat shoes.

It probably cost over a thousand bucks and was something I could have picked out at Target, but everything had a luxurious feel to it and Mr. Takada nodded approvingly.

“I think hee’z style eez simple boy. With this face, he should be to model!” Antony said and put his hand to my cheek. “Once thees bruise has heal, he will be back to the beauty!”

“I know. That’s why I want him covered more. He already gets enough attention,” Mr. Takada said.

I wondered just how much work Eizo had done on me. I didn’t notice much difference from how Colton looked before. I didn’t think I was that much more handsome. I had enjoyed seeing myself in the mirror, and I was getting a lot more look overs from guys and girls.

“There eez no disguise for a boy in heez prime and Colton eez so prime,” Antony winked at me.

“He’s a work of art, but he doesn’t like all the attention. He’s a daddy’s boy and only wants mine,” Mr. Takada said as if this was a chore for him.

I nodded. It was true. Colton got a lot of leers from others, and I knew they would be more forward if Mr. Takada wasn’t there to scare them away. He knew I couldn’t control myself around dominant men.

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I’d had enough attention this morning while sneaking around to check the cell phone for Julian Cheng’s message. I found it on its charger, but Donovan was in the kitchen already making breakfast.

I’d slept in too late. Something about Mr. Takada’s arms just put me into this deep and peaceful rest. I was having the best sleep of my life.

Luckily Donovan was preoccupied with his cooking. He gave me a morning kiss on the cheek and returned to the stove while I poured out a fresh cup of orange juice and tried to nonchalantly look at the phone.

I found Julian’s message. It read: “Hey Julia. Is this still your number? I’m still in the UK and everything is working out perfectly. I’ve learned so much and I can’t wait to see you Monday at 9:30! It’ll be good to be back in our old place with you. I miss you baby.”

It had worked! I squealed happily and Donovan looked at me weird. I read where Mr. Takada had told him it was a wrong number but that he hoped he found Julia soon. Julian just wrote back an apology and that was that.

I was impressed by his skills. There was a strange excitement to being so stealth on a secret mission. I’d just have to wait until Monday to see what he found.

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“I do my best,” Antony nodded confidently. He had me try on other clothes that would be good for school. They were good quality and pure skater boy like I liked, but wildly overpriced. I wasn’t spending my money though. Mr. Takada thought nothing of it. He beamed proudly when he saw I liked the selections.

Antony got me some workout clothes next. I tried on those athletic tights and running shorts and stretchy tight tank tops. Mr. Takada enjoyed seeing me in the boy tights. He ordered them in a variety of coors.

I was growing quite a pile. I thought we were finished, but Mr. Takada said something in French and Antony got an evil grin. He left and came back with a small pink shopping bag.

“He juz deliver thees right now!” Antony smiled and handed the bag to Mr. Takada.

“My boy will enjoy these nicely,” Mr. Takada said and peaked my interest.

“And they’re all pink? My baby likes pink on his pretty hole,” Mr. Takada took a surprisingly dirty turn in front of the sales guy. Antony seemed like it was all part of his routine though.

“I’m zsure hee doez! Have a look,” Antony offered and untied the bow on the bag. Mr. Takada opened it and pulled out a pair of pink silk tights and a tiny thong.

“Dude,” I turned and looked at Mr. Takada with alarm. He laughed at my blushing cheeks.

“Daddy’s got you, don’t worry. Who takes care of this pussy? Who makes that pussy cum?” he growled quietly in my ear even though Antony was right next to us.

“You do, daddy,” I assured. He rubbed a hand down the back of my shorts and strummed my hole. I shivered in the cold dressing room that was the size of a small bedroom.

“Fuckin sexy-ass little girl,” he whispered in that deep daddy tone and fingered my hole as his teeth rubbed against my ear.

“You wish to try them on him?” Antony asked.

“Yeah we better. My boy likes things nice and snug. He’s packing a handful in there that needs to be managed, so the tighter the better,” Mr. Takada said and rubbed the bulge in his preppy shorts against my bottom. He slid his arms around me then pushed up my shirt.

“Of course, sir. Zee customer always come firsts!” Antony beamed. I bet he was making a hefty commission off of all this. Mr. Takada was probably going to tip him handsomely.

Antony helped me out of the clothes and then pulled off my briefs like modesty wasn’t a real thing. He showed me how to get the tights on right and pulled them up over my hard cock.

“These are perfect,” Mr. Takada squeezed his bulge as he watched me adjust my cock in the tights.

“Eez like an angel,” Antony agreed. “I put in five other pairs and the bodysuit you liked if you wish to wear these home.”

“Yes, all of it,” Mr. Takada said. Antony gave me a pair of my new jeans to put over them and a yellow sweatshirt. I put on my white skater shoes and Mr. Takada handed Antony a credit card as the salesman packed up my new clothes.

It struck me as funny that he’d taken me out to buy modest clothes but yet still put in some very trashy things for our private time.

“You really think I could model?” I asked absently when the valet brought our car around and put me in the passenger side.

“A lot of people would pay a lot of money to see you with or without clothes on,” Mr. Takada laughed and pulled out onto the street.

“You think so? Really?” I said and bit my lip. There really were some upsides to being Colton.

“They were paying you plenty when we met, except that greedy site was taking 70% of it,” Mr. Takada fumed as he drove past Santa Monica and started to wind up into the hills.

“What site?” I was lost again.

“You really don’t remember how we met, kid. Do you?” he shook his head. “Probably for the best. It’s not a good story.”

“Tell me! Please!” I bounced in my seat excitedly. The tights under my jeans felt nice and silky against my legs. It was strangely erotic. I wiggled around to feel it better.

“Well one night I was home and… well I was on a porn site just watching some Asian guys when all of a sudden this angelic little face with sad little green eyes appeared next to the player window. He had pouty pink lips and told me to please click on him to see him live. From the first moment I saw those eyes I was a lost cause. I clicked on you and sure enough there you were in your bedroom,” Mr. Takada started.

“In Utah?” I asked as Mr. Takada drove past the Beverly Hills hotel on Sunset. I wondered where he was going.

“Yep. You were in your boy’s bedroom with baseball pennants and posters on the wall. You had this black bedspread and a San Francisco Giants pillow. You were leaned back with your legs spread wide and these cheap blue storebrand briefs on with a backwards blue baseball cap. You looked so innocent and all-american jock baby. You were rubbing your fingers between your cheeks and begging the guys in the room to go private. There were tons of guys in there making lewd comments and tipping you to get those briefs off.” He said.

“They were hounding a seventeen year old and paying him?” I asked and squeezed my bulge.

“I know! It’s not good! I always avoid those cam sites. It’s always some starving, underaged eastern european kid shoving things up his ass. You were different. You didn’t need the money. Your parents are upper middle-class and gave you money. You just liked the attention. You were begging for a hot daddy to make you his pussy boy,” he said.

The cop in me was disgusted but the Colton in me was rock hard in the pink tights.

“Woah!” I said and unzipped my jeans. He reached hand over and rubbed my package for me, squeezing it hard until the precum drooled through the pink fabric.

“Like I said. I never go to those sites and I NEVER pay for stuff online, but you had me roaming my house with my cock out searching for my wallet. I had to get you out of there. You were so badly in need of a rescue. You didn’t belong in that shit. I was just trying to save you from it, until…” he slid a finger down between my thighs as he turned onto Beverly and climbed up into the hills.

I had no idea where we were headed. Home was the opposite direction.

“I got my credit card info in and immediately snagged you all to myself. I’m sure you left a lot of blue balls, but I didn’t care. I had you in private. You were all mine, just like now,” he assured with a tap on my hole.

“You paid for me,” I said like it was romantic.

“I paid a ton! I kept you in private until your shift was over. You kept trying to get off with me and finger-fuck yourself, but I put a stop to it. I made you tell me all about your life and why you did that stuff. You said you always wanted a daddy but didn’t have anyone to play with your hole. You lived in a crazy little religious world. I finally got your phone number after a week and we talked the whole night and then the next… then you would disappear for days at a time. I was hooked on you so bad. It tore me up when I couldn’t get you on the phone. When you let your guard down and stopped doing the needy slutboy routine there was the most incredible, gentle boy under there. I was hooked. I knew I had to save you.”

Mr. Takada rubbed my hole and things in my head started to click into place. He fell for Colton, but Colton just wanted the attention. He’d abused Mr. Takada’s love and used him to move to LA and get into films. Colton was a bad guy, maybe he deserved what Mr. Takada had done. But no, that wasn’t right.

“Hey, we’re in the valley,” I said suddenly noticing we’d crested the hills and turned off onto Mulholland.

The San Fernando Valley spread out in front of me. I’d grown up there, or at least thought I had. How did I know so much about it if they just loaded programming code into me? How were Miguel’s memories so real in my head?

“Yeah, we have an appointment for you to get checked up with your old doctor. He’s a friend of mine who helped you with therapy before your accident,” he noted as we turned off on Beverly Glen and headed down into the valley floor.

“The therapy clinic? No! Please, no!” I started to panic.

I felt the breath drain out of me. I gripped his arm and squeezed it hard. “I’m ok. I’m fine! Take me home, please!”

I knew what was coming. He was going to take me to Eizo. I’d argued with him last night and maybe he thought what Eizo had done wasn’t lasting. From what I’d heard, Old Colton had been a real asshole to Mr. Takada. He was going to wipe me again.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You like this doctor. He helped ease your nightmares and he gives you a sucker for being a good boy. You had so much anxiety from losing your parents, your family, and the gay camp. He helped put your mind at ease. You came out so relaxed when he finished. It really paid off,” Mr. Takada acted like this was just a routine visit. I knew better than to trust him.

“Please, daddy. I’ll be good. I promise! No more arguments. I promise. I’ll be your good boy or girl or whatever you want. Please! Just take me home!” I was frantic.

“Colton, settle down. You like him. I promise. He helps you. You’ve been so up and down since the accident. I need to get you checked out. He’ll just run some tests and talk to you to see what’s going on It’ll be ok and I’ll buy you an ice cream after,” Mr. Takada thought I was just being silly.

“He’ll hurt me again. Please don’t let him. I know you love me. You said you’d protect me from things. I’ll be good for you. I promise.” I was begging for my life here.

I didn’t want them to wipe me again. I’d lose everything I’d learned.

“I’ll always protect you. You know that baby. You have to trust me. It’s just the doctor. I trust him with you. Did he do something? Tell me baby. What did he do?” He looked at me with pity.

“Please,” I whispered weakly.

He wasn’t listening and I had to get out of there before he dragged me into the doctor. As we stopped at a light I reached for the door handle and opened it. I had to get out of there. But he pulled me back in.

“Shut the door! What the fuck, Colton?” He whipped into a parking lot and threw the car in park.

“Please! Let me out! I have to get out!” I kicked at the door.

“Fine! Fuck! Go! Go!” He shouted and let me out of his tight grip. I hopped out of the car and looked around, not sure where to run. He hopped out after me and raced around to my side.

“What is going on? Baby! You like this doctor! Did he do something to you? I’m your daddy! I’ll protect you whatever it is!” He put his hands on my shoulders and my body started to feel that familiar buzz of his warmth.

“You know what he did! You know what you did! How could you?” I broke down. I started crying and I tried to shove him away as a flurry of cars rushed by us.

“You’re scaring me baby. What the fuck?” His eyes flashed with confusion and sadness.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered between sobs. I was a total mess.

“I’d never hurt you! I’m your daddy. You’re safe with me. You’re ok,” he tried to soothe me as he brought me into his arms.

I wanted to fight back but that magnetic pull drew me into him.

I was so lost and confused and nothing made sense other than his arms. I buried my face in his chest and cried myself out as he took me back to the car.

He sat in the front passenger seat with me in his lap. He rocked me and hugged me and told me he’d always protect me.

“I love you more than anything… I love you so much that it scares me. You have to tell me your monster or I can’t fight it. What happened, baby? Why are you so scared of the doctor? Please tell me,” he whispered in my ear.

He closed the car door and the rush of traffic on Ventura boulevard disappeared.

“You know what he did…” I whispered.

“I don’t, baby. Fuck! He was treating you for the nightmares and anxiety. He did some brain therapy thing and it made you feel better. You liked coming here! You haven’t been since the accident. That’s all I know. It’s super expensive but it makes you feel better and that’s all I care about! What did he do?” He sounded so authentic.

He sounded helpless and desperate to figure this out. Did he not know what they did to me? I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Chapter 20- The Clinic

“You liked coming here! You haven’t been since the accident. That’s all I know. It’s super expensive but it makes you feel better and that’s all I care about! What did he do?” He sounded so authentic.

He sounded helpless and desperate to figure this out. Did he not know what they did to me? I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Eizo Kimura. You hired him to turn me in to this,” I offered a little to see where he’d go.

“Yeah he works with Eizo. That’s how I found him. He works with a lot of celebrities too. Did he touch you? Make you do things? He hurt my baby boy? Tell daddy,” he implored.

“No…” I needed to talk to Julian Cheng, see what he found out. 

Mr. Takada seemed to really not know what was going on. I was starting to believe he couldn’t have had anything to do with this. He loved me so much.

“Then what? I need to protect you and I can’t do that unless your honest with me. I’m your daddy. I need to know what I’m dealing with here so I can fix my boy,” he said in that controlled fatherly tone that put my body at ease and cleared my head.

What was I doing? I’d flipped out on him. How could I come back from this? 

I couldn’t make any moves before I could talk to Julian. That would be stupid. I also couldn’t risk going back to the doctor who possibly wiped my brain out. I had let my emotions get way ahead of me.

“What if he… gives me something that gets rid of Miguel?” I thought fast.

“That’s what you’re afraid of? I thought we were done with Miguel,” he hissed and shook his head. He was frustrated. It hurt me to see him upset.

“Look. I’ll go in with you and make sure he doesn’t do anything you don’t want. I’ll hold your hand the whole time and if you get uncomfortable with anything just give me a code word like say ‘it’s cold’ and I’ll take you home. But he’s worked with you a lot and he always makes you feel better. That’s all I want is for my boy to feel better. Ok? You trust Daddy?” he asked. I was stuck. I didn’t want to raise any more red flags with him until I could find out what Julian knew.

“Yes sir,” I said. He kissed me, slid me off his lap and then led me inside the clinic.

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“He is healing quite well from the accident. It’s remarkable how fast things heal at his age. It looks like the cast wasn’t very necessary. His fracture isn’t severe enough to warrant it. I’m betting this was Beverly Sinai hospital. Am I right? They’ll slap a cast on anything just to overcharge. A brace would do just as well and be more sanitary,” Dr. Perrin said as he showed us a 3D computer model of my arm bones.

“Really? That’s awesome! Yes please!” I perked up. 

I hated this thing on my arm. It was itchy and it smelled weird. “Can I, daddy? Please?” I asked Mr. Takada excitedly. It’s odd how quickly I’d gotten used to calling him daddy in front of everyone. It’s just who he was to me.

“Of course,” Mr. Takada said and kissed the back of my neck. 

He was sitting on the examining table with me in front of him and between his legs. He’d stayed with me through the whole examination and they’d explained every test and scan they did.

“These bruises should be clearing up soon enough too. You’ll be right as rain and back on that skateboard in no time,” the doctor assured.

“No way! I’m using it for firewood,” Mr. Takada laughed. 

The doctor used a little saw tool to get my cast off. It smelled so bad and he washed my arm with this special soap and then put on this cream that helped with the irritated skin. He gave me a green apple sucker he said matched my eyes and sent us off. I was fine.

I felt ashamed of how I’d acted in the car. Of course Mr. Takada couldn’t be involved in something like wiping Colton’s memory. That was so stupid of me.

“You boys get yourselves together while I print up his prescriptions. I’ll have them at the check-out counter when you’re ready.” Dr. Perrin said and gave me a fatherly wink. 

He tousled my hair and shook Mr. Takada’s hand.

“You feel better now? See? You love this doctor. He made you feel so good and put you at ease,” Mr. Takada said as he leaned back against the wall and pulled me back against his chest for a minute. 

He rubbed my stomach and kissed my neck. He let me go and eased me off the table then led me towards the door.

“I guess I was being stupid. I just… I have memories of this place, not good ones, especially…” I started to say as we left the room. He guided me in front of him with a hand in the small of my back.

“Oh I heard you guys made your appointment! Colton! I’m so glad you’re alive,” a face greeted me as I rounded the corner and drained the blood from me. 

It was Eizo Kimura.

“Hey, buddy!” Mr. Takada came to my side and reached a hand to shake with Eizo like they were old friends.

 I felt my stomach twist. I was in the eye of danger. The two exchanged greetings while I eyed him uneasily from Mr. Takada’s arms.

“I’m so glad I ran into you. I wanted you to meet another client of mine. He’s interested in the same therapies Colton here has been receiving. Would you mind talking to him for a minute?” Eizo said as I nudged Mr. Takada towards the check-out counter.

“It’s cold,” I whispered to him and looked up with pleading eyes.

“I’m kind of in a rush right now,” Mr. Takada said and kept walking with me. 

He was keeping his word that we could leave when I said the code word. We got to the end of the hallway and the entrance to the waiting room was on the right but a door was open on the left and I saw a man eyeing us with interest.

“Mr. Massoud. I’d like you to meet Jason Takada and his boy,” Eizo said, ignoring Mr. Takada’s rejection.

Mr. Massoud was a handsome Arab daddy with muscles bulging his tight v-neck black t-shirt and filling his tight blue pants with the bottom cuffs rolled up a few inches in the current style. He had a handsome face and warm eyes with a wave of black hair gelled up. 

He looked me up and down with an interested smile.

“Remarkable,” he said to himself as he took me in.

The Colton in me wanted to pounce on him right then and there.

“It would mean so much, Jason. Mr. Massoud’s son has similar issues to what you dealt with in Colton.” Eizo explained.

“Please, call me Kasim,” he said warmly and shook Mr. Takada’s hand. “I’d love to talk to you. My son is quite unhappy and I’ve heard of the wonderful things they can do here.”

I pushed into Mr. Takada’s side and looked down at the Arabian man’s expensive black shoes. Mr. Takada slid his hand up my back and I looked up at him with a nod. 

If Eizo was planning on doing this another boy, I might be able to help and Julian would certainly be interested in it.

“It’s warmer here, sir.” I said.

“I guess I have a few minutes. I promised the boy ice cream for behaving with the doctor,” Mr. Takada said and the three of them exchanged a laugh. 

Mr. Massoud backed away from the doorway to let us in. It must have been Eizo’s office. One wall was made of glass and it overlooked the hills behind us blooming with spring flowers.

I followed Mr. Takada and held his hand. He squeezed it and I watched his chest puff up at the chance to show off his boy.

“I’ll have another chair brought in.” Eizo said as he went to sit behind his desk and the other two men took the black leather chairs in front of him.

“No need,” Mr. Takada said with that confident daddy growl. 

“Knees, boy,” he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor between his chair and Mr. Massoud’s. I got a sudden surge of lust at his voice and went to kneel between the men. 

Mr. Takada rested his hand on my head and pet my hair. He was pleased at my obedience.

“Remarkable,” Mr. Massoud said again as he eyed me. I crossed my hands behind my back with my chest out. The new brace felt better on my arm.

“He’s a daddy’s boy,” Mr. Takada said and emphasized it by putting a finger to my lips. I sucked it in eagerly and made a little whine. I was getting into being his submissive boy. Something about it made my chest swell with pride and my tights fill with precum.

“He was just like your Dawson, full of anxiety and haunted by his past. He took so quickly to the therapies,” Eizo assured. I shuddered thinking about what Eizo had in store for the unsuspecting boy.

“It’s true. Coming here made him so happy and Dr. Perrin is so gentle with boys. He knows how to put them at ease. From the first day, I could see the changes in him and he sleeps through the night most days. Don’t you boy?” Mr. Takada demanded and took his finger from my lips. He wiped the spit over my cheek.

“Yes, sir,” I said and looked over at Mr. Massoud’s lap where a sizeable lump had grown.

“He’s a hard working boy and earns the little pleasures I allow him. You want to show him what daddy got you today?” Mr. Takada asked.

 I looked over at him and noticed his lap had grown too. I was getting the idea that Mr. Takada liked my body displayed in certain situations and well-covered in others. I nodded at him.

“Yes, sir,” I said and stood. I wanted to get more info from Mr. Massoud so I could give it to Julian. The secret agent in me stirred.

“What was your reward, little one? May I see?” Mr. Massoud asked me with a gentle, fatherly smile. 

I stood up and slid off my shoes then unbuttoned the jeans. I pushed them down and all eyes zoomed in on my pink tights with my hard, leaky cock straining the front. I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. I stood in front of Mr. Massoud, wiggling my toes in the silky pink tights. I slipped my shirt off and my pink nipples perked up to the cold office air.

Mr. Massoud reached for me, but then stopped himself and asked, “May I?”

I looked over at Mr. Takada for approval. 

I was playing every aspect of the submissive boy. Mr. Takada raised his hand and nodded assent. He winked at me, approving my obedience.

“He looks to his father for permission! Dawson hasn’t done that in… I don’t even remember,” Mr. Massoud laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

“He’s a daddy’s boy to the core. Needy little baby can’t even go more than a period at school without texting me. But a boy needs his owner,” Mr. Takada chuckled as if to underscore what a burden it was to have me so dependent on him.

I nodded and bit my lip innocently.

“And the bruising? I see it on his leg as well,” Mr. Massoud asked as he put a hand on my cheek and rubbed a thumb over my bruise. His warm, daddy touch had my cock throbbing in the tights.

“He was hit by a car, poor baby. I was so scared when I saw him in that hospital bed so helpless and hooked up to machines. He’s healing nicely though,” Takada offered.

“His skin is flawless otherwise. He looks like a young gymnast. Those legs are developing nice muscles and that chest, those toned little pecs make you want to suck them,” Mr. Massoud noted as if I was a prized show dog.

“Oh I do, often. He’s a perfect golden boy, but he keeps modest for his daddy,” Takada assured.

“The bruising will heal without a scar,” Eizo assured like his handiwork was being questioned.

“Perfection,” Mr. Massoud said and ran his hands down my chest. 

He gave my right nipple a tweek and I lurched forward as my body surged with happiness. His right hand rubbed down my stomach, making me jerk towards him. He turned me away from him and gave my ass a squeeze.

“So beautiful,” he appraised and squeezed my cheeks. 

I leaned forward to rest myself on my elbows against Eizo’s desk. He gave me a happy nod. I spread my legs apart for Mr. Massoud to inspect further.

“Be careful, just getting near that pussy has him exploding. I can’t get him too heated up or I’ll have to take care of him in the parking lot,” Mr. Takada laughed. I looked back over my shoulder and nodded to Mr. Massoud’s lewd grin.

“That hole is… perfection,” Mr. Massoud said the only word he knew to describe me. 

He licked a little drool off his lips as he rubbed a thumb between my cheeks. I gasped and looked over to see Mr. Takada squeezing his bulge. I wanted to go bounce on it. As good as Mr. Massoud’s touch felt, I knew who my daddy was.

“You like Mr. Massoud playing with you, boy?” Mr. Takada asked me as if reading my thoughts.

“This body is… a dream,” Mr. Massoud mumbled as he explored me.

“Yes, sir, but… he’s not you,” I admitted.

“I know baby. He’s just going for a test drive so he can help his boy out. I enjoy seeing you adored by others, but I think that’s enough for now. Come to daddy,” he said and reached a hand for me. I raised up from where I was bent over Eizo’s desk.

I came to him and looked to see Mr. Massoud with a disappointed look on his face. 

Mr. Takada pulled me down to his lap in the oversized black leather chair and wrapped his arms around me. I pulled my pink, tights-covered legs up into my chest as he held me sideways in his lap. I laid my head against his shoulder. He rubbed me as his warmth filled me. He kissed my hair.

“He may be a horny little boy, but he knows who his daddy is. The therapies helped clear things up for him. He used to go for any older man who paid him attention,” Mr. Takada explained as I buried my face in his chest.

“Perfection,” Mr. Massoud said again. I looked over to see him adjust his bulge in his lap.

“When should we schedule Dawson to start?” Eizo cut in. He was all business. He beamed at me with no guilt about what he’d done. I’d enjoy seeing Julian Cheng take him down.

“Daddy?” I tugged at Mr. Takada’s shirt.

“Yes, boy,” he replied.

“Maybe he can come for dinner and I can meet Dawson?” I whispered in his ear.

“That sounds like a nice idea. Kasim, would you like to come to dinner with Dawson? We’re barbecuing tomorrow afternoon. The boys could meet,” Mr. Takada said and hugged me.

“We’d love that! Dawson has a photo shoot in the morning, but we’re free in the afternoon,” Mr. Massoud beamed happily. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I guess I looked a little strange, a pale white boy only wearing pink tights and sitting in his Asian daddy owner’s embrace. I was working every angle to get his attention. If I could get Dawson’s info, I could pass it on to Julian who could help him. I couldn’t let this happen to someone else.

“Well we’d better be heading home. The boy needs to be put down for a good, hard nap,” Mr. Takada said. He nudged me off his lap and went towards my clothes. My cock was still hard and the front of the tights were crusted with dried precum.

“Say goodbye to Mr. Massoud properly. Don’t forget your manners,” Mr. Takada said as he went to Eizo’s desk and wrote something down on a notepad. I went towards Mr. Massoud and he stood up, his bulge poking out towards me.

“Goodbye, sir. Thank you for inspecting me. I hope we get to see you and Dawson tomorrow.” I used my best submissive boy voice and looked up at him. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me as his hands slid down the back of my tights. Our cocks rubbed against each other and I leaked precum on his pants.

“It was so nice to meet a respectable boy who loves his daddy,” Mr. Massoud said as his lips brushed my ear. His hands gripped my ass and kneaded it roughly.

“Thank you, sir,” I said and inhaled his musk of cologne and sweat.

“Fuck, boy,” he hissed and then took his hands out of my tights. He rubbed my back gently as I let go of him and backed away. I wiped at the spot I’d left on the front of his pants. His cock was so thick and I wanted to taste it.

“Clothes on, boy. We have to go,” Mr. Takada said and pulled me from Mr. Massoud’s embrace. I collected my clothes and hurriedly dressed as Mr. Takada handed him the paper and said it was our address and his phone number.

He brought me in under his arm and led me past Eizo. I glared at the doctor who seemed oblivious that I was on to him. He couldn’t touch me. Mr. Takada had held up his side of the bargain and we were leaving.

We met Dr. Perrin out by the check-in desk and he gave us a prescription for a new anxiety drug that helped with asthma. He ruffled my hair and wished me to feel better.

“That was so fucking hot. I love being your boy,” I admitted when we got to the car.

“You take so naturally to a strong hand. It brings out the owner in me. My boy needs his daddy, and the doctor wasn’t so bad after all. Now you feel better. I hope you’ll learn to trust me, Colton. There’s nothing more important to me in this world than you,” he assured as he put me in the passenger side. 

He leaned in and kissed me then checked my seatbelt like I was some kid.

Chapter 21- What a Boy Wants

We stopped at a Rite Aid in West Hollywood on the way home and walked around the store looking at health items, toys, and junk food while they filled my prescription.

We started playing with swords on the toy aisle and Mr. Takada had some mad skills with it. He spun it over his head then superfast slid it down his arm and gripped it like he was ready to take me on.

“Ready to defend my boy,” he said with a deadly serious tone.

I told him there was a scary monster around the corner and he jumped out with his sword and a fierce growl. I didn’t realize it, but this gay couple was walking right there and one of them shrieked and jumped back When he surprised them.

“Hey, man! That’s really not cool!” One of them said.

“Sorry, young lads. I’m on a hunt,” Mr. Takada said without breaking his warrior character.

I burst out laughing and the guys walked off grumbling about us.

We saw them later on the toothpaste aisle. They were stopped and looking up something on their phones with their backs to each other.

“My turn!” I said and walked around the corner so I was just out of their sight. I put my face in my hands with my palms pressed together tightly. I blew as hard as I could between them and it made this really loud fart noise.

“Oh My Gawwwwd! Was that you?” One of them said to the other.

“No! It wasn’t me!” the other one said.

“That’s like so gross, dude!” the first one said.

“It wasn’t me!” the other one protested. I nearly fell on the floor laughing, I ducked down and raced away. Mr Takada had taken refuge on the liquor aisle and he showed me the video he’d shot of it on his phone. The guys had these disgusted looks on their faces. I think we ruined their date. We laughed so hard.

“Customer 8 is ready for pickup at the pharmacist.” The loud speaker boomed and ended our fun.

We walked back towards the pharmacy and passed the gay couple we’d terrorized. Mr. Takada made a little fart noise with his lips and they just glared at us and grumbled something under their breaths. We weren’t making friends.

“I liked pranking with you. That was bad-ass! You’re really a lot of fun, you know?” I asked when we got back in the car and he gave me pill.

“Because I give you drugs?” he smirked.

“No! But thanks for that. You take care of me,” I noted.

“I’m your daddy. I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’ll prank every queen in West Hollywood if it makes you feel better.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

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Sunday morning, Justin and I cleaned the house to get ready for the barbecue. Donovan was marinating an assortment of delicious animals for the grill while Mr. Takada caught up on work.

He stopped me whenever I walked by his office area with my dusting brush or bottle of disinfectant wipes to kiss me. I was on a mission. I was excited to meet Dawson and learn what I could. Julian would be proud of me for finding him.

When my chores were finished, Mr. Takada and I took a shower together. It was so nice to shower again after all those baths with the cast. The brace came off easily and Mr. Takada was helpful in keeping it still and not letting me do much. 

He washed me and we started to mess around, but the time was getting late and he said our guests would be there soon. We heard the doorbell right as we were drying off. Donovan would let them in.

“Your home is lovely,” Mr. Massoud said when he saw us bounding down the stairs with wet hair.

I was surprised he didn’t use the word perfection. Maybe he just saved it for describing me. Mr. Takada had put on a fresh button-up white shirt and blue preppy shorts that hugged his ass and bulge. He’d neglected the underwear. I was in a white t-shirt with a picture of a kitten on it and red shorts.

“Thank you! I built this community as a place for men like us who need a safe nest for their families. This must be young Dawson,” Mr. Takada said as he got to the foot of the stairs.

He waved a hand to a guy who looked mixed white and latino and near Colton’s age. He had on grey sweatpants and a blue tank top with expensive tennis shoes. He had made himself at home on our couch with his feet propped up and was looking at something on his phone.

“Dawson, phone away. Greet our hosts,” Mr. Massoud said.

Dawson didn’t look up for a few seconds while Mr. Takada and Mr. Massoud exchanged awkward looks. Donovan and Justin were carrying plates of meat out to the backyard.

“Boys and their phones,” Mr. Massoud laughed uncomfortably.

He had on pin-striped business shorts rolled up at the knee and a tight blue v-neck shirt that hugged the bulging muscles I’d drooled over yesterday.

“I switched Colton to this one! Let me show you!” Mr. Takada went to the kitchen counter and took my phone off its charger. Mr. Massoud went over to look at it.

“Hey,” I said to Dawson.

He did a double-take on me and then decided he liked what he saw. He stood and slipped his phone into his pocket.

“Sup,” he said as we closed the distance between us. He had that smile guys get when they see a hot girl they want to move in on. He came closer to me and I realized he was a few inches taller.

“You had a photo shoot this morning? That sounds fun,” I said. He just shrugged and looked at me like it was nothing important.

“I do some stuff. Mostly athletic wear for old guys with money who think they’ll look like this if they put it on,” he said and raised his arms to flex for me. He was showing off.

“This is what you’re getting! I’m ordering it right away!” Mr. Massoud said and came back with my phone.

Mr. Takada explained to Dawson that it only did talk and text and that apps could be sent from his owner when he needed them or earned them.

“No fucking way! This is for little kids,” Dawson protested.

“No, it has fun stuff. When Colton does his chores I send him a game he likes. The graphics are pretty great,” Mr. Takada assured.

He put his hand on Dawson’s shoulder and the boy shrank back. He must have felt that same surge of alpha daddy power I did when Mr. Takada touched me. It changed his demeanor. He wasn’t looking at me anymore.

“Sorry man… uh sir, I don’t mean to sound disrespectful. But see I model and I have to manage my brand. I have to post at least five times a day or people forget I exist,” Dawson explained and mustered up his best jock-boy grin.

“That’s sad,” Mr. Takada noted. “My boy posts nothing anywhere and he exists quite well.”

“I exist,” I affirmed and Mr. Massoud shot me that smile that told me he’d drop his boy in a second if I was free for the taking.

“Ahh, yeah if I wanted to just be a houseboy in Beverly Hills I guess that would work. But I’m building my brand and hoping to get into acting… or music.” Dawson explained.

“He sounds very important.” Mr. Takada mocked lightly and turned to look at Mr. Massoud who sighed with a bit of desperation.

“Please, sit down. Colton will fetch us drinks. The green bottles are beer for the men and there’s root beer for the boys,” Mr. Takada explained as he nodded me in the direction of the kitchen.

“Yes, sir,” I said and went to the kitchen.

I got four bottles and put them on a tray Donovan had left out on the counter. I carried them carefully into the living room and lowered myself in front of Mr. Takada. He took a beer without acknowledging me as he and Mr. Massoud talked about the community.

“Oh it is very private! The access gate only opens to pre-approved guests and everyone looks out for one another. We have dinner each week and events for the boys. It’s nice to know there are so many eyes to watch out for my boy. I wanted a safe place to raise him right with the values I wanted for him,” Mr. Takada explained to a very interested Mr. Massoud.

“We live up in the hills, but I’d love to look at one of the homes here if any are available. We don’t like any of our neighbors and it’s all just a big competition up there,” Mr. Massoud said.

“Unfortunately none are available, but the first house on the left when you come in is a rental. I could bump a few names on the waiting list if you’d ever like to try it out,” Mr. Takada said.

“No! Our place is way bigger and the views are perfect for my feed shots. When you live in the hills you can’t ever go back to the flats. Especially for something so much smaller. It’s cute though!” Dawson cut in without permission.

I handed Mr. Massoud his beer and got an appreciative pat on the ass when I turned to give Dawson his root beer.

“Thanks, cutie,” Dawson said and winked at me.

I nodded and set the tray on the coffee table then took my root beer back to the big leather chair where Mr. Takada was stretched out. He pulled me down into his lap and I sat quietly while he talked.

“It’s not so much the space or location. I wanted my boy away from the fray of West Hollywood and in a small place where he could play and grow without worrying about what he’s exposed to. Boys these days just have too much going on with the social media and bullying and outside factors. My boy doesn’t need all of that. I keep his box small and simple. He has a simple life with simple choices,” Mr. Takada said.

“Dawson would revolt if I took all of that away,” Mr. Massoud admitted.

Dawson was sitting next to him with Mr. Massoud’s arm wrapped around his back as he played with his phone. The two of them did look cute together.

“Damn right. I’m 18 and I have a future to build. You should check out my shorts on youtube! I have thousands of subscribers. They’d freak if I pulled the channel,” Dawson laughed and swigged his root beer.

“He might resist at first, Colton certainly did. Once he has time to detach from that, he will understand how little it really matters. 

Mr. Takada and Mr. Massoud went on talking about the community. Dawson went back to his phone while I stretched out in Daddy’s lap and yawned.

When Donovan and Justin came back in with the meat, they set up a buffet line on the counter then called us for lunch. It smelled really good and looked even better.

Donovan had grilled steak, chicken, and a few hamburgers. We lined up to get plates. Mr. Massoud went first as the guest and Dawson was right behind him. When Mr. Takada took a plate, I just followed him along the counter while he scooped things onto it.

“Colton isn’t eating?” Mr. Massoud asked as he looked back at us.

“We share a plate. He doesn’t eat much and he’ll just get mac and cheese if I let him,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“Boys love mac and cheese; a simple, predictable food,” Mr. Massoud said.

“He’s a skinny dude, but it works on him,” Dawson noted and put a big piece of steak for himself.

We ate at the big table and Mr. Takada cut up a piece of steak for us. Dawson was on his phone again in between shoveling food into his mouth. Mr. Takada ignored it for awhile, but I knew it bothered him. He didn’t like a disrespectful boy in his home.

“Dawson, at our table we put our phones away,” Mr. Takada explained when his patience and our meat ran out.

“Yeah, Oh sorry, bro. I just need… I’m editing this video to post, but the song keeps fucking up,” Dawson explained.

Mr. Massoud tried to take the phone from him, but Dawson just ducked to the side and shot him a glare.

“Colt, will you clear our plate and anyone else’s who are finished? Unless you want more to eat. I’m done. The marinade was excellent, Donovan. You outdid yourself,” Mr. Takada said.

I took the plate and went back towards the kitchen.

“Thanks! It’s that new Korean meat place on Wilshire,” Donovan said.

I looked back from the counter and saw Mr. Massoud look at Mr. Takada as if asking for help.

“May I?” Mr. Takada asked.

“Yes, please do,” Mr. Massoud said.

Mr. Takada stood up from the table with that controlled but angry daddy face he got. I knew someone was about to get in trouble. I put the plate in the sink and rinsed it off.

“When a boy isn’t listening. I like to first give him a reminder of the rules,” Mr. Takada began as he moved in on Dawson who was still glued to his phone. “Dawson, phones are to be put away at the table.”

“I know. I’m sorry, this video is just so fucking not working. Do you know how to fix the soundtrack on a video?” Dawson asked, oblivious to Mr. Takada’s displeasure.

“When a boy doesn’t respond to a reminder. You must remove the stimulant.” Mr. Takada took the phone from Dawson who looked up like he’d just been shot.

“Sir, please! I was almost finished!” Dawson begged and reached for his phone with a disarming laugh.

“Do you see how addictive these things are? Young, impressionable minds can’t handle them responsibly,” Mr. Takada said and slipped Dawson’s phone into his pocket.

“They are like crack! I’m ordering the simple boy phone on rush delivery!” Mr. Massoud assured.

“Dad, c’mon! Please, you can’t let him take my phone,” Dawson said to Mr. Massoud expecting to get his phone back.

I smirked to myself knowing Mr. Takada was just getting warmed up.

“Removing the stimulant is just step one. A boy can never be happy without knowing there is a firm base for him to stand on. He will test the limits, bang on every wall, until he knows his box is secure and confined with daddy under him and over him.” Mr. Takada said and grabbed the straps on Dawson’s tank top with one hand.

He gathered them at Dawson’s back and pulled the teen from his chair then delivered a firm swat to his ass.

“Oww! Shit! Fuck!,” Dawson said, impressed by the strong older man.

Takada kept on swatting.

“With no limits on him, the boy can go wild, but it’s not his fault. He needs a stronger, smaller box to simplify things, keep his choices uncomplicated. He has too many things competing for his attention. A young boy can’t handle it with his soft, developing mind. He should only be concerned with his studies, his chores, and his daddy. I assume you make more than enough to care and provide for him, correct?” Mr. Takada asked as he continued beating Dawson’s ass.

The boy howled and whimpered, but also kept his eyes on Mr. Takada with more than a hint of lust in them.

“Of course! I have my own law firm in Santa Monica! I make more than enough to care for my boy,” Mr. Massoud assured with a confident smile.

“So why does he need a brand? What does that even mean? If the boy wants a brand, we can put one to his ass so he never forgets when he looks in the mirror where his priorities are. A boy shouldn’t put his body out there unless it is for the pleasure of his daddy. My boy looks to me before removing any item,” Mr. Takada explained.

“No! Please! Ow!” Dawson was begging and crying.

Takada ignored his pleas. I watched in fascination and horror hoping he ever needed to do that with me.

“Your boy knows his place. He waits for his father’s approval,” Mr. Massoud said as if a flood of understanding broke open in his head.

“C’mon man, this is fucked up. Are you going to let him do this?” Dawson asked as he flailed in Mr. Takada’s hold.

The older man was holding him by the back straps of his tank top, stretching the fabric as Dawson leaned forward in an attempt to get away.

“He’s right, boy. You need help. I love you too much to let you go on like this,” Mr. Massoud said.

“He needs a parent, a dominant alpha who can be rough or comforting depending on his needs,” Mr. Takada explained and rubbed Dawson’s ass to soothe it before he swatted it again.

“I don’t even need this! I’m a model and earning money on my own! I can make it without you!” Dawson flared angrily.

Mr. Massoud cracked a smile and then laughed.

“Do you even know how much money you made at your shoot this morning? The only shoot you were booked for this month? Guess, baby boy! Take a guess,” Mr. Massoud laughed.

“I dunno! Like a few thousand? It’s not about that. It’s my brand. It’ll lead to bigger things! I’m going to be big” Dawson whined.

“Fifty-nine dollars! Do you know how much it cost me to valet at the shoot? Twenty! I paid for your stylist too because you didn’t want to use the one provided. One-fifty for that and only because I cut him off after he started tweezing your asshole. You’ve made Negative money this month. What will that rent you? You have no college degree, no skills other than whining, and you think you can make it on your own? Pretty boys are sold by the lot in Los Angeles,” Mr. Massoud growled angrily and rose from his seat.

Dawson looked like he’d been shot in the back when Mr. Massoud told him that. His world shattered and he started to sniffle.

“Good. He’s ready… now he needs a daddy,” Mr. Takada said and pulled Dawson over to a chair. He sat down and pulled the boy over his lap.

“You can’t even afford bus fare back to Fresno! I give you every little thing you ask for and you can’t even behave acceptably in front of friends. I think you need a lesson,” Mr. Massoud said.

“That’s enough. He gets it. When he’s broken, you can switch to comforting alpha. A boy needs to know he can come to his daddy to feel better. You get it, right boy?” Mr. Takada growled and slid his hand over the back of Dawson’s sweatpants.

Dawson sobbed for just a minute and then I watched his body ease and a gasp escape his lips. Mr. Takada was working his magic as he slid his hands up the back of Dawson’s shirt and massaged him lightly.

“Yes Sir! Thank you, that feels good,” Dawson whined. I recognized the hazy look in his eyes.

“Now you comfort him. He knows he’s on the wrong path, don’t you, little baby?” Mr. Takada stood Dawson up and then brought him down to sit in his lap.

The Hispanic model nodded and eased into Mr. Takada’s arms. He put his head against Mr. Takada’s chest.

“Daddy,” I whispered and felt a pain of jealousy. Takada was listening for me and his eyes snapped up to look at my jealousy.

“Oh, Kasim. You can take care of my boy, can’t you? I hate to leave him out.” Daddy asked. The Arab daddy nodded happily and I went towards him.

Chapter 22 - Training Dawson

“Oh, Kasim. You can take care of my boy, can’t you? I hate to leave him out.” Daddy asked Mr. Massoud. The Arab daddy nodded happily and I went towards him.

“Come, little one. Let’s see you,” Mr. Massoud told me and took my hand.

He went to sit on the couch across from where Mr. Takada was holding his boy. He pulled me down onto his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me against his chest, kissing my hair and then sliding a hand down between my thighs.

“Colton’s a natural,” Mr. Massoud told him as he kissed my forehead and rubbed a hand up my stomach. My cock was hard in my shorts at his touch.

“Oh Colton was way worse than Dawson when I got him! Dawson’s a natural by comparison. Look how easily he gave up the fight. He’s a happy, quiet boy and naturally responds to authority once his limits are clear.” Mr. Takada laughed.

It was strange how Dawson went silent under Mr. Takada’s hold.

He told them about how I’d been a paid cam boy online for older men. He told them I’d spread my legs and shove things inside myself and didn’t even need the money. Mr. Massoud and Dawson looked at me with shock.

“I’d never have guessed it! He’s such a sweet, obedient boy. You did that little one?” Mr. Massoud asked me while his hands explored my body.

I nodded but kept my mouth closed like Dawson.

“It was pretty bad. The only thing that stopped his budding porn career was a friend of his father’s who ‘accidentally’ stumbled across the site which cost $9.95 just to see Colton,” Mr. Takada said and they all shared a laugh.

“His parents put a stop to it and shipped him off to anti-gay therapy camp. Colton spent his 17th birthday alone there with no phone call, no cake, no one even wishing him happy birthday. It was a prison with mental torture. He had so many nightmares about it before I got him help with the therapy. He used to wake up covered in sweat and crying.”

Mr. Takada looked at me with sympathetic eyes. I had zero recollection of this whole thing. I didn’t even remember the parents who did this.

“That’s horrific! It is good that is banned here in California. The therapy you got him sounds like the best thing. I’m taking my little one as soon as they have an opening. I don’t care about the cost. It’s worth it to see Dawson turn out like this,” Mr. Massoud rubbed my bulge and kissed me.

“Oh it was. The only thing that got him out of the camp was getting pounded on by a camp counselor who was trying to force himself on Colton. He was beat up pretty badly. The guy was a felon and the camp did no background check! His parents jumped at the chance to ship him off to me and make the embarrassment go away.” Takada explained as he explored a happy, compliant Dawson in his lap.

Dawson hadn’t even picked up on the therapy mention. He was lost in Takada’s arms. I wasn’t far behind.

“That’s tragic,” Mr. Massoud said and kissed down my neck.

I rubbed my hand over his strong pecs and looked at him with needy eyes. I could feel his thick meat throbbing through his shorts under my ass. He was so hard for me. Colton’s body responded so forcefully to an alpha.

“Well it worked out, but a boy can get very off track without his owner’s love and direction. You have to start spending more time with him and paring down these activities he thinks are important. A boy on a tight leash stays out of trouble,” Mr. Takada said and gave Dawson’s neck a gentle squeeze.

“You’ve got to take him by the hair sometimes and remind him what he worships,” Mr. Takada said.

He grabbed a fistfull of Dawson’s hair and pulled him off his lap then pushed him to kneel in front of him. Dawson got down between Takada’s legs and was forced down onto his bulge as the older man held him by the hair.

“Go on, try it. Colton loves it when I take his reins,” Mr. Takada said. M

r. Massoud rubbed his fingers through my hair and gripped it playfully.

“I can’t! Look at those cute little baby green eyes! He looks so innocent,” he laughed.

“That’s how they trick you, but he’ll respect you when he knows what you’re capable of. Don’t let the eyes fool you. My boy likes discipline,” Mr. Takada urged.

I batted my eyelashes at Mr. Massoud. He looked like his heart would break as he gripped my hair and pulled me up.

“Harder. He’s a pussy boy, not a kitten. He begs for it. Be a man and give him what he needs,” Mr. Takada urged.

Mr. Massoud took a deep breath and then pulled me up by the hair. He moved me off his lap and then forced me down to my knees.

“That’s it. Shove his face in that bulge. Let him smell it, grind on him,” Takada encouraged.

“Yeah, boy. You smell that jock?” Mr. Massoud was getting into this.

I was too.

“Yes sir,” I whined as he shoved my face into his bulge.

“Here, We will come over there and help,” Mr. Takada said.

He stood up, keeping a tight grip on Dawson’s hair and started to walk slowly to the couch as Dawson struggled to walk backwards on his knees with his face pushed into Takada’s bulge. Dawson’s moans were muffled in the fabric of Takada’s shorts.

“Let him take it out now. You’ve teased him enough. Colton did his chores today and deserves a reward. Give the boy his bottle,” Mr. Takada said and Mr. Massoud let go of my hair.

He leaned back against the couch and spread his legs wide.

“No hands boy. Get it out with your lips if you want your milk,” Mr. Massoud growled, his daddy voice coming out.

He opened his belt for me. I smiled up at him and then bit at the top button of his shorts. I pulled at the fly until it went over the button. I growled like an angry puppy as I pulled it. Mr. Massoud laughed and pet my cheek, his fierce eyes turning back to adoration.

“Pretty puppy,” Mr. Massoud praised and pet my hair as I whimpered and panted. 

“Don’t fall for his cuteness!” Mr. Takada warned. “The boy will try anything to wrap you around his little finger, but he only respects an alpha dog who can be rough on him. He needs to work for his milk so he’ll grow big and strong.”

Mr. Takada was being extra harsh to show off for the guests. He knew damn well he fell for Colton’s cuteness more than he should.

I played along though. I gave him pouty lips and nodded then bit on the silver zipper and pulled it down with my teeth with another growl.

“You playing with daddy?” Mr. Massoud growled. “Get up and get those clothes off. Let me look at that boy body.” He pulled me up by the hair and stood me between his legs.

He leaned back and squeezed the bulge in his black briefs.

“I need help, sir,” I said when I tried to get my shirt off with only one good arm.

“Daddy’s got you,” he said and stood up.

His shorts fell to the floor. He took his own shirt off, peeling the skin-tight fabric off his hulking muscles. I shivered. He tossed his shirt and then had me raise my arms so he could slide my shirt up. He did so slowly, letting his hands rub up my stomach and sides. I looked over to see Mr. Takada watching me as he held Dawson’s face in his bulge.

He offered me kissy lips and winked. He was proud of me.

“So pretty, my little gymnast,” Mr. Massoud praised and regained my attention from Mr. Takada.

He pushed my shorts down and then grabbed my bulge in the tight, baby-blue thong. His hands slid back up my stomach and chest as he kissed me. H

e put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down to my knees. My teeth caught the waistband of his briefs and I pulled them down until I got smacked in the face by the thickest cock I’d ever seen. He wasn’t as long as Mr. Takada, but it was a fat fist of a cock. I didn’t envy Dawson trying to bounce on that thing.

“That’s a hole stretcher for sure,” I heard Mr. Takada laugh.

I looked over and saw Dawson standing in front of him and taking off his shirts. He pushed at Dawson’s sweatpants with his toe and the boy moved to push them down.

“What are these?” Mr. Takada laughed at Dawson’s old boxers.

“It’s what he likes,” Mr. Massoud shrugged as he pushed me onto his big brown cock. I opened for him and he stretched my lips as he shoved it inside.

“A boy needs something softer and tighter on his hole. Look at Colton’s little pussy. That thong string reminds him every time he moves that his hole belongs to daddy,” Mr. Takada said.

“Oh… yeah,” Mr. Massoud agreed as he leaned over my back and put his hands on my hips.

He dragged my ass out behind me so I fell forward onto his cock. He pulled at the string of the thong until it pushed on my hole and made me whimper on his fat meat.

“Toss me those. I’ll show you how they look on Dawson,” Mr. Takada said. Mr. Massoud pushed them off of me, picking me up off the ground to get them off my ankles. He threw them over.

“There we go. These’ll look nice on that almond bubble butt. You like my boy’s panties?” Mr. Takada asked Dawson as he stepped out of his boxers and freed a healthy sized cock.

It was long but skinny and darker than his light brown skin.

“Yes sir,” he whimpered in that desperate tone I always got under Mr. Takada’s control.

Dawson stepped into them and pulled them up, stuffing his hard cock into the pouch. He turned and modeled them for the men. I looked for a second, but Mr. Massoud was already dragging me back to the couch with my face stuffed with cock.

“You like these sexy panties? You like showing your hole for daddy’s friends?” Mr. Takada asked and brought Dawson down into his lap. Dawson started to unbutton Mr. Takada’s shirt.

“Yes, sir. Please fuck me,” Dawson begged as Mr. Takada let him take off his shirt.

“No way, boy. Look at Colton over there sucking your daddy’s cock. He’s a good boy and gets his reward. And look over there at Justin getting his pussy eaten by his daddy. Justin’s a very good boy who never needs to be reminded of it. You see how happy he is? He works hard for his daddy. He even loaded the dishwasher while I was dragging your bad little ass over here to learn a lesson,” Mr. Takada explained.

I’d forgotten all about Justin and Donovan.

I raised off Mr. Massoud’s cock and looked behind me to see Justin on the dining table on his back. He had his legs in the air and Donovan was buried between his legs licking out his hole. Good for him. He deserved it.

“That’s what good boys get when they follow the rules. What do you think a bad little boy needs? What does a boy get when he disrespects his alpha? Look how fat your daddy’s cock is over there. You know how many boys would beg for it? You can’t even put your fucking phone away at the dinner table… too busy being a disrespectful little shit,” Mr. Takada said.

He had Dawson balanced on his bulge. His words were harsh, but he rubbed his hand gently on Dawson’s back. He had the boy gasping at his touch. My daddy knew how to work a boy.

“You like that cock stretching your lips? You want daddy in your throat, boy?” Mr. Massoud said and brought my focus back to his thick, meaty snake.

He shoved it to my throat when I didn’t moan a response fast enough and I gagged on him. It snapped my eyes back to his and he winked. It was a warning to focus on the task at hand.

“More spanking, sir? Please sir. I’ll be good. I promise,” I heard Dawson beg as I gagged on Mr. Massoud’s fat tool.

It stretched my lips and now was pushing my throat. My eyes watered as he face-fucked me gently. He kept his eyes locked on mine and gave my cheek a little smack whenever I looked away.

“Those pretty little eyes looking up at me so hungrily. Dawson whines when I go too deep, but you like it boy, don’t you?” he asked me.

I nodded and moaned as he left salty pre-cum on my tongue every time he slid out and then pushed back in. He was going so easy on me. I was used to daddy rough-fucking my throat and pulling my hair until tears rolled down my cheek. It sounds bad, but it gets me so fucking hard when he does that.

“I beat that ass enough for now. Right now I need to reward a good boy who made the right choices today. Which one should I choose? Justin’s already got his ass filled, but his throat is open. Colton’s got his throat stuffed nicely, but that pussy always wants more of my cock. Your punishment is to stay put right here and watch everyone,” Mr. Takada said. I moaned on Mr. Massoud’s cock, hoping to get chosen.

“Fuck, baby. I can feel my cock in your throat,” Mr. Massoud said as he rubbed my neck. He pushed into me with force then, squeezing my neck gently.

“Uh uhhhh,” I whimpered as tears started to roll down my blushing cheeks.

“Well Colt’s wiggling his ass so I guess he wants my vote. But isn’t my dad going to fuck him?” Dawson asked.

“No. A boy’s hole is a sacred spot for his daddy. We may give permission for other men to use our boys, but the hole is only for his owner. My boy would get confused feeling a strange cock seeding him. I don’t need that. This is the only cock that’s been in him and I plan on keeping it that way,” Mr. Takada said as Mr. Massoud started to ram me.

“You like being my fucktoy, little one?” Mr. Massoud asked me as his hand came to my chin and he squeezed my cheeks. I nodded on his cock and stared into his deep brown eyes.

“In that case you should give it to him,” Dawson said.

“Your call,” Mr. Takada said as if he really didn’t care. “Now you kneel there and if you even think about touching your cock I’ll put a cage on it. You got that, boy?”

“Yes sir,” Dawson said with a fearful stutter.

Mr. Massoud slapped me playfully while I bobbed on his thick meat. He was trying so hard to look in control, but his pulls and smacks were too gentle.

“Hi baby boy. How’s my favorite toy?” I heard Mr. Takada’s voice as he got on his knees behind me. He pushed down his shorts and leaned over me to bite on my ear.

“Looks like your throat is getting a workout. Maybe he’ll stop talking so much,” Mr. Takada laughed with Mr. Massoud as the Arab daddy gripped my hair and held me still to push his cock in and out of my throat.

“That mouth is velvet. He really is a pussyboy,” Mr. Massoud praised.

“He loves to please! Daddy taught him right,” Mr. Takada agreed.

“I’m right on the edge, but I feel like I’ve been on the edge since I slipped in there. It’s just so fucking good,” Arab daddy noted in between gasps of pleasure.

“Don’t pull out when you do. He loves his milk,” Asian daddy said as he spit in my hole.

He collected the pre-cum drooling off my dick and shoved that inside me too. He got it wet and pushed his spit inside to find me warmed up and ready. My hole had been twitching and begging since we’d started this.

“Here we go boy, Daddy’s here,” he said and pushed his tip inside me.

He leaned down over me and kissed my bulging cheek. He reached under me and rubbed my chest, pulled my nipples, and bit softly on my skin as he slowly slid inside me. My body felt electric again at his touch. It knew it’s master. I was stuffed from both ends and whimpering like a puppy left out in the rain. But it felt so fucking good.

Mr. Takada was juiced up from playing Dawson. He had no time for a gentle fuck. He shoved his way inside me as I moaned around Mr. Massoud’s cock. It pushed the Arab daddy over the edge and he groaned this deep animal growl.

“Fuck!” he hissed through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes focused on me. He shoved deep and I felt his cock throb.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” He growled and yanked on my hair so I had to stare up at him.

“Take it, boy. Show him how daddy trained you. Swallow that fucking seed you worked for. Don’t lose a drop,” Mr. Takada warned as he put his hand under my throat and massaged it It forced me to swallow uncontrollably as Mr. Massoud flooded my gullet with his spunk.

He bucked his hips and his strong ab muscles jerked as he looked down at me with that hazy look of joy.

“Oh so fucking good,” Massoud hissed. “So fucking good.”

“That’s my boy,” Mr. Takada praised as I swallowed the hot load.

It had distracted me, but I soon became acutely aware that he was ramming my ass with urgency. I felt waves of pleasure mixed with pain as he tore into my hole. He’d fucked me every day so I was ready for him, but he always added that extra roughness to bring it up a level. His thick shaft rubbed over my prostate and had me leaking on the hardwood floor.

“Ahh,” I gasped as Mr. Massoud took his cock out of my mouth. It slid out with a pop and I started to almost hyperventilate. It pushed me over the edge and I felt the cum rising in my shaft.

“I’m gonna… fuck, daddy! I’m cumming!” I whined.

Mr. Takada gripped me in his arms and slammed into my hole. He raised me up from the floor and my cock fired off into the air. Mr. Massoud watched with an interested smirk as I shot on his abs and pecs. He reached out and twisted my nipples while my body tensed and jerked and sprayed him with my boy juice.

“Fuck, sir. Fuck, please, Fuck, Sir!” I whined nonsense at the assault of sensations from my ass, my nips, my cock, my chest. Mr. Takada held me firmly against him so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Haaaahhhh,” I groaned as the last shot fired out and hit Mr. Massoud on the lips.

“Here it cums, boy,” Mr. Takada growled in my ear and pulled me back against his chest as he shoved his cock deep inside my chute. I felt it fire off rounds of hot juice inside me as he made his own involuntary jerks and cursed in my ear.

He hissed as he filled me. He pistoned in and out of me to drain all the milk he had. He bit on my shoulder and rubbed my sweaty chest as he pumped his oil up my pipe.

“Yeah daddy, fill me up,” I whined. He felt so good inside me. He shoved in one more time and held it while his heartbeat pounded against my back.

“That’s my baby. That’s daddy’s good boy,” he whispered and kissed my skin. He held me there as he recovered and then shoved me forward against Mr. Massoud.

“Lick up your seed, boy. We can’t leave a guest like that,” he said. He slowly slid his cock out of me as I bent forward and slurped up my cum from the hot, sticky Arab. I finished it with a kiss to get my cum off his lips, but he’d already sucked in the juice there, wanting to taste me.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” Mr. Takada said when we’d calmed.

Dawson was kneeling on the floor with his cock tenting my sheer blue thong. He’d developed quite a wet patch of precum on it, but he hadn’t cum. The four of us went up to shower while Donovan was still force-fucking Justin. They could go for a long time.

The shower was just barely big enough for the four of us. Mr. Takada took off my brace and was gentle with my fractured arm. When we dried off, He offered a fresh thong for Dawson to put on and got me a matching one from my drawer. He helped me back into the arm brace and pointed us back towards the bedroom.

“The boys can take a nap if that’s ok with you. It’s Colton’s usual nap time. He gets pretty cranky at night if I don’t put him down,” Mr. Takada said.

“I’m not tired. I don’t nap. Can I have my phone back now? I’ll be quiet while he sleeps,” Dawson said and squirmed in my thong. He kept pulling at the cord on his ass.

“You’re not getting that back, ever! Now get to bed before I cane that ass,” Mr. Massoud growled.

He had a whole new level of confidence with his boy. Dawson looked wide-eyed and nodded.

“Yes sir,” Dawson added to show he understood. The daddies smiled at each other.

“I thought I could show you around the neighborhood while they nap. The neighbor to our left is an FBI agent. You asked earlier if any houses were for sale. He does most of his work out of the Seattle office, but he put his retirement savings into this house. We built here when the market was down, so he might be open to a fair price,” Mr. Takada said.

“You think so? That would be great,” Mr. Massoud laughed.

They dressed, turned off the main lights, and left us alone in the big bed. I laid there until I heard the front door close. The room was quiet and dimly lit by the slowly setting sun.

“Colton? You awake?” Dawson whispered, afraid he’d get in trouble for talking.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you too,” I said. I felt his hands on me, he was horny. I pushed him away. He wasn’t supposed to cum and we had more important matters to discuss.

“Bout what?” he asked, annoyed at my rejection.

“Dude, the clinic, the therapy. You can’t let them do it to you. It’s bad,” I said and realized I sounded crazy.

“Don’t think I have much of a choice. I’ve never seen Kasim…. I mean…  dad get so excited about it. It sounds exciting. Once he has his mind set on something…” Dawson trailed off.

“Look. I have a friend you need to talk to. He can explain all this. His brother was taken by them. They turn you into… it’s hard to explain,” I fumbled for words. I needed Julian’s help with this.

“Oh… kay,” Dawson said like I was nuts.

“Just… I’ll get your phone number and have him call you. He knows all about this stuff and he’ll help you,” I said. Dawson’s hands were on me again. I pushed him away. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Just promise me you’ll hear him out when he gets to you. Ok?” I asked.

“Sure, Colton. I’ll listen to him. Clinic’s bad. Got it,” Dawson yawned. “I am kinda tired.”

I laid there and started to drift off.

Dawson snuggled up to me and put his arms around me. He pushed me to roll over so he could spoon me. I let him. He was warm and I thought he was going to try something with me when his hand slid down to cup my ass. But he didn’t. He started to snore and then I drifted off. I had a big day tomorrow. There was so much to learn.

Chapter 23 - Tutor Spy

Story Recap:

Colton finds out his mind was wiped by Eizo Kimura who’s done it to many other boys at his clinic. He’s working with Julian Cheng, whose twin brother Jackson was also taken, to find out the secrets of what happened. Now they have to stop it before he does the same for Dawson, a hispanic model with an older Arab daddy. While Colton is still completely addicted to his owner; Jason Takada, a muscle-daddy; the trail of clues leads him to push on and help unravel the mystery.

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“Are you serious? They’re doing it again?” Julian asked me in the small bathroom stall we’d both escape to from our second period classes. I’d left my phone inside my backpack in the class since Mr. Takada might be tracking it to check in on me. His map app was super detailed.

“You have to contact him and get him to not go! They’ll wipe him,” I pleaded. Julian looked at me intently and then a smile crept across his lips.

“Text your daddy and tell him you have a math tutor in your class who offered to come over and bring you up to speed tonight. I’m Asian so it’s credible,” Julian laughed at his self-deprecating joke. “I need to get in on this and see the clinic for myself.”

“I don’t know, dude. This is getting risky,” I said with an uneasy feeling.

“Just do it. From his emails, he’s always ready to help out a boy in need. If he thinks I’m a lost boy who needs his help, he won’t turn away. I just have to act gay so I don’t blow my cover,” Julian said and paced thoughtfully.

“We don’t

act

gay like the stereotypes. Just act normal like me. I’m basically a straight guy with some code in his head that makes him crave daddy dick,“ I laughed and realized how ridiculous that sounded.

“Right… blame the code,” Julian smirked. “Ok, my turn. Are you ready to learn what I found?”

“Yes, please, dude!” I begged.

He told me all that they’d learned, but most importantly that Mr. Takada didn’t seem to know what they were really up to. 

He was desperate to get me help and said I was out of control. He knew about my texts and pics with the random older men. He said we’d had some pretty big fights over it and I was spending most nights by myself in the separate bedroom I’d demanded.

After he’d taken me to the very first therapy, he wrote an email of gratitude and said I was already becoming submissive and calmer with him. 

Apparently he took me every day after school for three weeks leading up to my accident. Every day he’d email Eizo a form he’d fill out measuring my temperature, weight, attitudes, and any problem behaviors. Eizo said they were adjusting the therapy to meet my needs.

“He had no idea they were messing with your brain like that. But here’s where it gets good. We found a large file Eizo sent to Takada. It was a brochure about the therapy with testimonials from anonymous daddies and even some mommies. Some were regular parents of their own children who just truly wanted them to stop crazy behaviors. They didn’t realize their kids were getting wiped and coded with better versions of themselves!” Julian said with disbelief.

“That’s crazy!” I echoed.

“The file was big enough for us to trace back and get into Eizo’s servers. The agency helped me get everything off his computer. This thing is way bigger than we thought. Eizo’s connected to a network of researchers who have been developing this for years. And here’s the real shocker.” Julian was so excited he had to stop and catch his breath.

“It only works the way they want it to when used on people in adolescence. After 22 or 23 and before 11 or 12, it’s just brain damaging! They tried it on both boys and girls, only the girls got the opposite effect. Instead of becoming submissive little sexbots, the re-coding therapy made them sharper and smarter, increasing IQ’s to new heights. They only got through a handful of girls in the trials before they cut it off. The girls figured out what was happening and began to turn on them! They all accepted full college scholarships and monthly sums in exchange for their silence.” Julian beamed at me with his impressive research skills.

“That’s crazy!” was all I kept saying. 

I knew Mr. Takada couldn’t be involved in this. Of course he loved Colton so much he’d do anything to get him help. 

He wasn’t the bad guy here. Eizo was.

“Eizo’s in with the main developer, a guy out of Miami. Eizo has done this to lots of boys over the last five years. Guys come to him with their boys from all over because Eizo’s added twist is the skin perfection without surgery. That’s why you have this bruise on your face. He smoothed out the acne and whatever other marks you had on your body. He specializes in making a perfect boy. I bet you you’ll never even get hair on your ass! Never!” Julian looked at me like that was the most horrible and criminal idea.

“I can’t believe they did all that. So it really made me dumb, submissive, and addicted to daddy dick… But Mr. Takada didn’t know about it at all, right?” I asked to clarify. I didn’t feel less smart than when I was Miguel, but maybe that was part of the coding.

“Yup, dumb and submissive! Doesn’t seem like he knew though, but he did know they were doing therapy on you and getting miracle results. Don’t you think he might have been somewhat suspicious and poked around? I don’t know. He just kept thanking Eizo for making your nightmares go away,” Julian shrugged.

“I think he just loved Colton too much to question the progress,” I sighed and wished I could be in his arms right now. 

“These are some really bad guys, Colton. They traffic all over the world and look for hot loner boys to wipe and customize for their clients. I have to get in there if we want to take this down… We better get back to class. Remember, tonight! 7pm! Asian tutor! Math help!” Julian grabbed me by the collar and boomed at me like I was a bad puppy. I nodded and we headed out.

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“Cheng is the boy’s last name? I don’t think I know them,” Mr. Takada said as I cleared the dinner plates. 

Donovan and Justin had gone out for the night so we had a small dinner by ourselves at the table before Julian was supposed to come over. I told him yes and he asked more questions until I reminded him about the amnesia.

“He’s on a bike, that’s so cute!” Mr. Takada laughed when he heard the front gate bell ring and checked the video monitor. “He’s wearing glasses. That’s a good sign.” Mr. Takada went to let him in. 

He helped Julian park his bike on the small front porch and they exchanged greetings.

“Yeah, it’s a 2019 with the new 3-L engine,” Mr. Takada beamed as they walked inside. He was talking about his car in the driveway. 

They were making straight guy conversation. Julian had decided to play himself.

“It’s pretty sweet, sir. Someday I’ll save up enough to get my license,” Julian sighed.

“Don’t be in too much of a hurry to grow up. Enjoy being a boy,” Mr. Takada said.

“Yes, sir. But if I could get a whip like that, I wouldn’t wait to grow up!” Julian laughed.

“Well. I will let you two get to work. My boy needs all the help he can get!” Mr. Takada led Julian to the dining table. I was wiping it down and we greeted each other with simple bro nods like we were just classmates working on math. I brought bottles of water from the kitchen for us.

Mr. Takada turned on classical music on the overhead sound system at a low volume. He said it would help juice our brains. He set up his laptop at the table with us to make sure we stayed on math while he took care of some business. Julian had brought notes, his textbook, and some laminated charts he said would help me. He was serious about tutoring.

We worked for an hour and then I started to zone out. Even though Julian was a good teacher, I was getting frustrated.

“I’m too stupid for this!” I said when I’d worked a long problem and Julian erased it all then told me to start over.

“Take a short break. You’re just tired. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Daddy said. I got up to stretch and walk around. Julian said he had to use the restroom, but when Mr. Takada offered the small one near the kitchen, Julian asked with a blush if we had one with more privacy. He wanted to snoop.

“Something’s up with him,” Mr. Takada whispered after pointing Julian up the stairs.

“Like what? He seems normal enough to me. Kinda nerdy,” I shrugged to cover my fear.

“He keeps staring at me when you’re working on a problem. I think he’s got a little crush! Daddy charms are working hard tonight,” Mr. Takada smiled to himself.

“He’s totally straight! Maybe he’s just trying to figure you out,” I said and went over to kiss him while we had a minute of privacy. 

Mr. Takada looked like I’d popped his balloon. I sat in his lap and made him feel better. It had been hard sitting across the table from him the last hour or so without being able to feel his touch. Whatever Eizo had put in me was strong enough to leave me empty whenever I was away from Mr. Takada.

“You don’t think I know when a boy is sending me signals? That one is very interested. Need me to prove it?” he asked as his hands roamed my back while I sat in his lap. 

It would help with the plan if he did.

“That would be so hot,” I nodded vigorously and bounced on his bulge.

“Alrighty then!” He stretched his arms out then cracked his knuckles. It was time to shine.

I hurried back to the kitchen when I heard Julian bounding down the steps. We got back to work on the math for another half hour and then I started to yawn.

“That should be enough for the night,” Mr. Takada said. “You boys shouldn’t take on too much.”

“Oh. Sure. I can come back again. We have that big test next week,” Julian said as if stretching for time. He still hadn’t made a move and I wondered what he was up to.

“Let’s see. How much do I owe you?” Mr. Takada stood and came over beside Julian. 

He did this stretch with his arms high in the air and bent backwards to show off those chiseled daddy abs. Julian’s eyes scanned him. Mr. Takada leaned over Julian and got his wallet off the counter.

“Oh, sir,” Julian said and put his hands up in protest, accidentally grabbing those bulging daddy pecs. I swear he gave them a healthy squeeze. “I couldn’t take your money. Honestly, teaching it to Colton is helping me learn it better.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Takada put a hand to Julian’s shoulder and started to massage it. “You came all the way over here. I can’t send you back to your parents without any money!” He took a few 20’s and slid them into Julian’s right pocket and ground his bulge on Julian’s thigh.

“Thank you sir. That’s too kind. My parents don’t live here, though.” Julian said and got a sad look on his face. He flashed his wide brown eyes up at Mr. Takada and bit his lip nervously like he’d hit on a sensitive spot.

“No parents? That’s not acceptable! How old are you?” Mr. Takada demanded with a sudden fatherly tone. He stopped his flirting to investigate but kept his hand on Julian’s shoulder.

“I’m 18! I swear! My dad got transferred back up to the Bay Area. We’re from San Mateo, but we moved to Beverly Hills when I was 12 and it’s been home ever since. I didn’t want to go back north with them so they rented us a small place. My brother goes to UCLA and we share a one bedroom a few blocks from here. He doesn’t care when I come home.” Julian said.

“Hmm, well your brother should keep better tabs on you. A young boy shouldn’t be off on his own,” Mr. Takada rubbed a hand down to Julian’s hard pecs. The toned, Asian jock had on a tight polo shirt and I watched his nipples harden at daddy’s touch.

“I know sir… that’s why… I’m so sorry,” Julian put on a softer, boyish voice and looked up at Mr. Takada like he was afraid.

“Sorry for what? It isn’t your fault you were left here. Your parents should have insisted on taking you,” Mr. Takada said with concern. He put his hands on Julian’s face and held his cheeks.

“No, sir. It’s not that. It’s… Well. I’ve seen you at school with Colton. You’re so sweet with him when you pick him up and take his backpack. You protect him and… everyday I wait and look for it. I’ve been having these dreams…” Julian started to say then trailed off and shook his head. He was really trying hard to sell this to Mr. Takada. 

“Go on, boy. You’re safe here. It’s ok to open up,” Mr. Takada said. 

Julian was damn good. Daddy was eating this up. He knew what Julian was going to confess.

“I keep having it. This dream of having a daddy like you, a hot older man with rock hard muscles like yours, sir. In the dream he takes care of me like you do Colton and… well this is gross, but… you know. He puts it inside me,” Julian acted sheepish. 

I stared with rapt attention.

“His cock? He puts his cock in your boyhole?” Mr. Takada gave him the language to his thoughts. Julian lowered his face and blushed furiously as he nodded.

“It’s ok, boy. I know what you dream of. You need a daddy. Have you been with another man yet?” Daddy put a finger under Julian’s chin and lifted his face to meet his eyes.

“No sir! I mean I get looks from guys I think would be right, but it’s so scary. What if they just want to fuck me and leave? How can I be sure they really want to be a daddy? I don’t want to put myself out there and then get hurt. I know I’m not hot like Colton, but maybe I can find one.” Julian sighed.

Mr. Takada nodded with a knowing look. “You’re smart to wait, boy. Finding a true daddy can be difficult and you want to save your gift for him. You want to make sure it’s for real. Don’t you, boy?” he asked. 

Julian nodded.

“You’re a very good boy. You know that? There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Your time will come.” Mr. Takada talked to him like he was a very small child. I started to feel jealous and left out. 

The code in my head could be very possessive of my daddy.

“Thank you, sir. I only wish I had someone like you to look out for me when I meet them. I’m so ready. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off,” Julian sighed and rubbed his crotch right in front of Mr. Takada.

“Well. I was going to save this as a surprise for Colton, but we’re heading to a resort this weekend in Palm Springs where I can guarantee you will have your selection of men looking for a nice boy like you. Do you think your brother would let you go? It would be my treat of course. Plus, I would be there to weed out the ones who aren’t serious… or the ones not to your liking,” Mr. Takada looked serious. 

“Oh that would be sooooo great,” Julian chimed in using an overly cheery voice. 

He lunged towards my daddy and threw his arms around his chest for a hug. Mr. Takada was knocked back a little in surprise, but quickly recovered and rubbed the boy’s upper back.

“I booked a suite with two rooms, but they’re filled. There will be a couch if you don’t mind sleeping on it… or you might find a better place to spend the night. I’d have to approve of the daddy first though, of course,” Mr. Takada explained. 

Julian jumped up excitedly before he could even finish.

“Won’t that be cool, Colton? We can get to know each other better and have fun. We’ll be like brothers sharing a daddy!!” Julian gave me a wink that made me burn with jealousy. 

This was the plan and I’d agreed to help get him in with the community. Of course he was just playing up to Mr. Takada and Julian’s not even gay… I took a deep breath and tried to mirror his joy.

“Two boys to raise…” Mr. Takada said thoughtfully. “I could be in trouble!” he smiled.

Julian collected his things and exchanged goodbyes with us.

“I told you he was into me! Do I know boys or what?” Mr. Takada beamed proudly when he watched Julian ride away on his bike.

“Yeah… you were right,” I said quietly. He turned to look at me and then came to hug me.

“You got jealous? Of Julian? My perfect baby finally gets upset when I touch another boy! You didn’t do that with Dawson or Justin or the boys we met before your accident. Finally. I’ve never seen you jealous before,” Mr. Takada laughed. 

He was getting excited by this It made me remember how badly Colton treated him. He picked me up and carried me upstairs to remind my ass who owned it.

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The rest of the week I didn’t see Julian. I didn’t even know his schedule, but I didn’t seek him out. He finally caught up to me on Thursday in the library where he sneaked in to study hall, he said he’d been getting the plan together. I looked at my book while he whispered the details.

“Hello? What’s up with you? You seemed kinda upset when I left Monday night,” Julian noted as he put his hood up and hoped the study hall teacher didn’t recognize that he didn’t belong there.

“You were all over him! You really played it up,” I said. It sounded bitchy coming out of me. I immediately wished I hadn’t said it.

“Wait… are you jealous? Dude! I don’t even like dick! I had to play it up though and look how well it worked. Plus, he wasn’t even offering to fuck with me. He’s going to help me get in with the men so I can find the big players. The agency gave me a list of who to look for! This is going to be awesome! He’s obviously crazy about you! It’s not real jealousy, it’s the code in your head making you feel bad! Anyways, I have some more info for you,” Julian said in a whisper.

“What is it?” My interest was peaked.

“The research. Well so you know they put code into your head for being a submissive-dumb, daddy’s lap boy. Right?” Julian started. His look told me this was not going to be good news.

“Apparently that’s just the start of it. It gets more intense with time as the code works its way through your little gayboy brain and makes you more and more dependent. It takes about four weeks to fully root itself and then it’s permanent. If we can’t get it reversed by then…” Julian trailed off.

“Then I’m stuck this way forever?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it’s worse. Apparently when the owner dies, the research shows that a boy can never really recover from the loss. You just kind of zombie out and always search for something to make you feel as good. One boy in New York was with this older judge who croaked just after fucking him. The judge was over 70. The boy spent two weeks wandering helplessly until the cops caught him naked in a park. The clinic up there found him and he wasn’t too old to be wiped clean again.” Julian said.

“They wiped him again? Can they do that?” I asked.

“Of course, so long as the boy is still in adolescence. After that it just makes your brain go mush, remember?” he asked. I remembered his conversation with me from Monday.

“So they wiped him again and paired him up with a much younger and healthier owner. Now they give fitness tests to the prospective owners. It’s just so they don’t have to worry as much about things getting traced back to them. They chip boys now too! It’s in case he gets lost or something happens. It apparently monitors your pulse, health, and emotions. They had some bad incidents and this was a fix. Right now you’re data is being collected and stored somewhere,” Julian nodded as if this was just a fact of life.

“This just gets crazier!” I said with alarm. He shrugged.

“Well. I brought my bag with me to school I’m ready whenever your dad gets here to pick us up,” Julian changed the topic. It was only Thursday, but the next day was a state holiday so we were heading out of LA as soon as school was out.

Mr. Takada was waiting for us at dismissal and chatting with the assistant principal about an upcoming fundraiser. As I neared him, I heard him volunteer me to help setup the auction items.. 

Justin walked with me, carrying my backpack since my arm is injured. Julian came bounding up with his small duffel bag as I neared Mr. Takada. We were going in Mr. Massoud’s giant SUV where the 7 of us could spread out for the grueling traffic towards the desert. It was waiting for us in the parking lot with the cold air blasting against the warm April afternoon.

I went to the back row and Julian joined me. Dawson squeezed in on the other side to make me sit in the middle. Mr. Takada came back to make sure I was buckled in properly. He always checked my seatbelt. He gave me my cell phone and the stuffed teddy bear that had his cologne. He kissed me and told me I could nap if I felt sleepy so I’d be up when we got there.

Justin and Donovan took the two chairs in the middle while Mr. Takada went up front to help Mr. Massoud navigate. The two daddies were quickly becoming best friends.

Julian leaned over me to talk to Dawson. He was trying to get on with him so Dawson would go through with the therapy and help them catch Eizo in action. I knew he had already put together some grand scheme in his head like planting a camera on Dawson or something. 

I just hated to think that Dawson could end up getting wiped like me.

Chapter 24 - Road Trip

Julian leaned over me to talk to Dawson in the back seat of the SUV.

He was trying to connect with him so Dawson would go through with the therapy and help them catch Eizo in action. I knew he had already put together some grand scheme in his head like planting a camera on Dawson or something. The whole thing was nuts.

I just hated to think that Dawson could end up getting wiped like me.

The two of them ignored me and I noticed Mr. Takada watching me in the rearview mirror. He offered kissy lips and I returned them. I took out my phone and texted him that I was bored. He sent me a game app on my phone, but it was a dumb little kid game.

“Can I come up there and be in your lap?” I texted him. I was feeling edgy with him so close but out of reach. I needed his touch.

“No, baby. This is a moving car and you have to be buckled in. California law,” he wrote back and frowned at me in the mirror.

“How about I sit on the floor behind you? I fit between Justin’s legs.” I texted.

“No, baby. Just be patient and we’ll stop for a break in an hour or so,” he wrote back.

I settled in and tried out the game he thought I’d like. I saw Dawson now sported the same useless talk and text phone that only allowed apps that our daddies sent us and expired at a set time, but his phone was gold where mine was a plain white square.

I settled in and tried to play the game with the boys talking over my head.

I felt a hand on my head. I’d been ignoring Dawson and Julien’s whispered conversation. Mr. Massoud had a pop station going on the radio, but they still kept it down. Then I felt the hand on my head push my hair aside.

“I think they put it here and it just spreads out over his brain until it’s done taking over,” Julian explained and rubbed his hand over my hair, messing it up.

“Hey, dude stop!” I protested and swatted his arm.

I was getting annoyed with this road trip. It should have just been Mr. Takada and me. We didn’t need all these other people.

“Chill, Colt. I’m just showing him how it works. See it’s getting worse every day as it takes over more of his brain. He’s getting more and more addicted to his daddy. He’s getting cranky from being this far from him,” Julian shook his head.

It was true though. Every day that passed had me begging for more of his attention. He didn’t mind it. I knew he loved me with all of his heart, but it felt like a sickness in me. I got cold and edgy when he was away from me. It was like heroin how good I felt when he came back to me and kissed me.

“And it’s making him dumber? Like, as we speak?” Dawson asked incredulously. “Like seriously lowering his IQ so he’s more dependent on Mr. T?”

“I’m not dumb. Seriously, cut it out,” I told them. I was ready to crawl from between them even if it meant getting in trouble.

“Sounds like it’s making him into a puppy. Isn’t that right, boy? Who’s a good boy?” Dawson talked to me like I was a dog and scratched behind my ear.

He was taking a cue from Julian.

“Fuck off, dude,” I said and pushed his hand away.

They both just laughed at me.

“Yup. Totally empty,” Julian wrapped his knuckles against my head. “Like a rock.”

That was the last straw.

“I said get the fuck off!” I barked and shoved Julian against the glass with a loud thud.

I realized the car had gone silent. The song had ended right as I yelled. Mr. Massoud turned the radio off and cleared his throat, embarrassed for Mr. Takada that his boy would act out.

“Could you pull off the highway? It feels like a good time for everyone to use the restroom while I whip my boy’s ass,” Mr. Takada said in a controlled, fatherly tone that sent a chill up my spine. I went silent and looked down.

Mr. Massoud exited the 10 freeway and put on his blinker to turn into one of those oversized gas stations that has a restaurant and gift shop. I guessed I wasn’t going to be getting any gifts.

The light was red though, and the cars in front of us weren’t moving and all I could hear was my heartbeat and the little clicking sound of the car blinker. I glared at Julian. He was fucking things up. He looked at me like this was somehow my fault.

“Well boys. Who wants to go first?” Mr. Takada asked as he stood beside Mr. Massoud. They looked at the three of us; me, Julian, and Dawson.

“I’m sorry,” I started. I hung my head. “They were wrestling and I was in the middle and I got all upset and I shouldn’t have done that, sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sit back there without you.”

“Is that what happened? Colton lost his temper again?” Mr. Takada asked the other two.

They both nodded.

“Well you two be more careful. Someone could get hurt playing around in a moving vehicle, but boys do like to rough around. Just save it for outside. I think we can dismiss these two with warnings, what do you think, Kasim?” He asked Mr. Massoud.

“I’ll take them in for the restroom,” he said and put his hands on the boys’ shoulders to nudge them towards the service center.

“This one needs a firmer hand. Give us about five minutes, k?” Takada asked.

Mr. Massoud nodded.

“And then there’s you,” Mr. Takada said with heavy disappointment as he turned towards me.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just. I wanted to sit by you and I couldn’t and I got all edgy and they kept annoying me and Dawson said I was dumb. I’m not dumb! and…” He cut me off.

“I didn’t ask for excuses. You freak out on me when we’re alone, that’s one thing and I can handle it. You pitch a baby fit and curse in front of a car full of people, that’s another. I should have put a stop to this before. You will learn to control your anger. Get your ass back inside the SUV while I get the good belt from my bag,” Mr. Takada barked.

I jumped back into the back seat where I’d cursed at Julian.

I heard Mr. Takada ruffle around in the back and then he pulled out what he was looking for and pushed the button to close the back hatch. It came down with little beeping noises like a timer counting down to my annihilation.

I whimpered when he climbed in the back door and closed it. The SUV was a super luxury model so it had good soundproofing. It would take a lot of screams to be heard over the noisy freeway behind us.

He didn’t say a word. He came and sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He was showing me he was in control of his emotions. That scared me more. He gently pulled me over his lap and pushed down my jeans and briefs until my pale bubble butt poked up for him.

“Count for me,” he said simply and then I felt the crack of the belt on my ass. He hit me pretty hard. I wasn’t his snuggly boy right now. I was his child in need of a heavy hand. I yelped and squirmed on him, but he held me firmly with one hand squeezing my thigh and the other hand bringing the belt back down.

“I said count!” he barked with a little more force.

“One!… Two!… Ahh! Three!” I screamed each time the belt came down.

My ass felt like fire and I felt lines raise up on my skin that I knew would turn to welts. I didn’t even know what number I was counting to. He just kept smacking. I knew he was eager to show off how he disciplined his boy and kept him in line. He was the alpha and the other men respected him, looked to him for advice. I’d embarrassed him and he was taking it out on my ass.

“Seven!… Fuck! Eight!… Please Sir! Nine!” I howled with pain each time the leather licked at my skin like a fiery tongue. It lashed at my cheeks. I cried, screamed, begged, bargained, promised my first born, anything to make him stop.

“Thirteen!… Sir Please No! Fourteen!… Please Sir! Fifteen!” I kept counting as the leather kept right on smacking me. I got to seventeen and then it stopped. I sobbed and sniffled and squirmed on his lap.

He never said a word. He put his hand on my burning ass and rubbed it gently. He leaned down and kissed each cheek once and then pulled my briefs up over them. He pulled my jeans up and then pushed me off his lap. He set the belt down and helped me buckle my jeans.

He got up off the seat and offered his hand. I took it. He led me to the door of the SUV and opened it to bright sunshine. I rubbed my tear-streaked face and sniffled back the snot that was dripping out of me.

The other five occupants of the SUV were waiting there with their drinks and snacks. They stared at me with mouths agape and then looked at Mr. Takada like the force of nature he was.

“Give us a few minutes to use the restroom and clean up.” Mr. Takada said as he nudged me towards the crowded convenience store.

“I’ll fill up the tank, no rush,” Mr. Massoud said.

I kept my head down as he guided me through the crowd. I looked like a mess, and my cheeks blushed with shame when I caught a group of teenage girls eyeing me curiously. They probably wondered what was wrong with me.

They’d probably never guess I’d just gotten daddy’s belt in the car. They were about my age and pretty hot. I should have been goofing around and flirting with them, but instead I’d fucked up and had to be punished.

I turned my eyes back to the floor and followed daddy’s shoes as his hand pulled me to the restroom. He parked me in front of the last sink and turned on warm water so I could wash my face while he went to piss. I got a wet towel and blew my nose then another to clean the salty tears from my face. I used a third to put on my eyes and take away the redness then I washed my hands.

I went to the urinal next to his and saw he was jerking his thick cock. He’d gotten off on beating my ass. I wanted to grab for it, but we were in a crowded restroom and I really did have to piss. Plus, I knew he wouldn’t want me jerking off after what I’d done. He came pretty quickly then let out a stream of hot piss. He flushed both our urinals and we went to wash our hands.

Mr. Takada finished up and then took my hand again. He pulled me back through the crowded store and I got more eyes looking at me. Old me would have been embarrassed, but his hand in mine soothed me in a way no force on earth could match. It made my pounding heartbeat slow to a happy rhythm. I felt so protected in my alpha’s hold.

When we got back in the SUV, he put me in the very back corner with my teddy bear and cell phone so now Julian was sitting in the middle.

“Go easy on him, boys. He needs some reflection time.” He winked at them and they both nodded with frightened eyes.

I sniffled back the last of my snot and looked ahead to see him getting back in the front seat next to Mr. Massoud who looked at him with admiration. He’d proven he could live up to the fierce daddy image he projected. No one would question that.

I looked down at my cellphone and saw him text, “Naptime.”

I yawned and went back to the game app he’d sent me, but just as I was opening it, it vanished and a little message appeared “App removed by owner.” He’d said I needed reflection time. He meant it.

I hugged the teddy bear and inhaled the scent of his cologne on it. It was so comforting. I laid my head against the window as we trudged on through the traffic. Julian and Dawson were back to whispering but this time they didn’t include me. I closed my eyes and got some sleep.

I woke up with my arms wrapped around Mr. Takada as he pulled me out of the SUV and carried me like a child through the small resort lobby that held a waiting area with couches and a large bar full of men.

He’d shoved the teddy bear between our chests so I’d have it. I looked around but no one eyed me strangely for being carried. It was a sea of fit older men with teenage looking studs. A lot of them knew Mr. Takada and he greeted them by name.

I felt a lot of hands on my ass and a lot of men asking, “How’s the boy recovering?”

“Fine, fine. Just a whiny little sleepy boy who needs his daddy and a nap,” he laughed as he balanced me on his chest.

I buried my face into his neck and lapped at his salty skin. He’d gone to work that day and then straight to Mr. Massoud’s to get the SUV loaded with our things. He had a manly musk to him that had my cock poking against his abs as my legs wrapped around his waist.

He finally set me down when we’d gotten through the crowd to the check-in desk. There was a handsome early 20’s aged muscle guy with a winning smile and a nice suit. The gold letters on the wall behind him said “Canyon Palms Resort,” and a printed banner underneath it said “Welcome to Family Weekend!”

“You’re Jason Takada, right? I heard the men saying your name. Welcome back, your usual suite is just as you ordered it. 7 guests, correct? Will they all require keys?” The concierge asked. Mr. Takada told him no, just keys for the three adults.

“Let me show you around,” the concierge said and another one took his place at the desk. A bellhop with a cart that held all our luggage from the car came in behind us. The concierge showed us through the lobby and explained the amenities like a good tour guide would.

“The library room has been converted into a daycare for this convention. If you need a night out and want to park your boy somewhere, it’s free for guests and run by safe daddy volunteers. It has video games, academic help, house training, all the stuff you’d expect your boy to be doing in his idle time. There is a suggested donation of ten dollars per hour per boy,” the concierge explained.

“I’ll have to remember that if Colton mouths off again. I’m sure he could use the study help,” Mr. Takada said and gave my aching bottom a playful swat.

“If you want in-room daycare, we have a list of male and female college students who are available by the hour at a reasonable charge.” The concierge was giving us the full run down.

“There are several discipline areas set up should you want privacy, but of course you may discipline your boys as you see fit throughout the resort. A section of the gym has been set aside for harsher discipline and is fully stocked for any needs you could want,” the concierge continued.

I shuddered at the thought of what might be there.

“Here we have the pool area. No unaccompanied boys are allowed in, regardless of age. Even our over-aged-30 boys are not allowed without their owners. Last year a group of them got in and made a mess of things,” the concierge shook his head.

“Not to worry, our boys will never be unsupervised,” Mr. Massoud assured.

“Of course we are completely sold out for the weekend and all guests are here for the convention and games. You’ll have a full itinerary under your door by 6 AM each day. Tonight’s activities are limited as the guests are arriving and unwinding. There is a dinner & dance between 7 and 10 PM with a mixer for daddies in the bar between 10 PM and 2 AM.” he said as we walked down a corridor showing the conference hall already filling with couples.

“Oh the boys will like the dance,” Mr. Massoud offered.

“Here is your room! I did happen to notice on their information cards that you brought a 17 year old?” The concierge asked to clarify as he opened the doors to our suite and handed room cards to Mr. Takada, Mr. Massoud, and Donovan.

“That’s this boy. He won’t be any trouble or that ass will be properly caned,” Mr. Takada assured the concierge, but it sounded more like a warning aimed at me me.

“Yes, well he will need to be accompanied when outside the room at all times. We also ask that he wear this purple band for the duration of your stay. He certainly looks young enough to not confuse anyone, but some of the daddies may assume he is 18 if not properly marked. We don’t want to cause trouble for our guests. Many of them are open to younger, but we want them to know what they’re looking at,” The concierge said.

“Of course. He’ll wear it all weekend and won’t leave my side outside of the room. But what about the other bands?,” Mr. Takada asked.

“Yes sir! I have them here,” Concierge said and pulled out a stack of different colored bands.

“Colton will take a red one,” Mr. Takada said and set me down. “It means off limits without special owner permission.”

“What are the other colors?” Donovan asked before picking out one for Justin.

“There’s pink for pussy boys who are open to others with permission from their owners. Blue is for submissive jocks who are open to others with permission. Red means off limits without special permission and supervision of the owner. Green means up for anything. Do what you like. And black means dominant boy who will engage as he pleases.” the concierge explained and splayed a collection of bands in front of us.

Mr. Takada took a red and purple and slid them over my hand to my wrist on the arm that didn’t have the brace. They were a thick squishy rubber that was stamped with “Family Weekend.”

“These stay on at all times!” Mr. Takada told me.

“Yes sir!” I said.

Mr. Massoud selected a pink one for Dawson who grumbled that he wanted blue. Mr. Massoud shook his head and gave his ass a firm swat for arguing. Donovan picked out a blue one for Justin, but I doubted he would permit him to be used by other daddies.

“Choose what you like, Julian. I’d advise against the green or black. I’m your daddy until you otherwise claimed so you will point men to me should they wish to engage you. I know you won’t cause any trouble, but you’ll be disciplined fully if you do,” Mr. Takada said.

Julian thought for a minute. He picked out a blue band.

“See? They both got blue and I’m way more jock than them!” Dawson whined.

“Argue with me one more time and I’ll slap a green band on you and tie you up in the discipline gym,” Mr. Massoud warned as he grabbed Dawson by his shirt.

“Yes, sir,” Dawson hung his head and Mr. Massoud smiled.

He kissed the top of his boy’s head and rubbed his back. Dawson offered his wrist and Mr. Massoud slid on the pink band.

The concierge got us settled in and then left. I was in the bedroom on the right with Mr. Takada. Dawson and Mr. Massoud took the other one.

Donovan and Justin had a bed that had been set up in the corner of the living room and Julian would be on the couch. Mr. Takada told him to put his bag in our room where he could change and shower when he needed it. Julian put his things away, went to pee, and then left us in our room.

“Show me how that ass is doing, boy,” Mr. Takada said as he slipped off his shoes and laid back on the bed. He waved me towards him and I went to his side. I pulled down my jeans and briefs as I turned away from him. He put his hands on my ass and rubbed gently.

“So sad when a beautiful ass has to be disciplined, but my boy will know his place,” he said and kissed my cheeks.

He sat up and slid my shirt off then helped me step out of my jeans and take off my socks. He pulled me onto the bed beside him. I was naked and cold. He was clothed and warm. He pulled me into his side and wrapped an arm around me, holding onto my bottom.

“I’m sorry sir,” I said with my head on his chest.

I rubbed my hand over his shirt to feel the outline of his abs. My cock was getting hard just from being naked in his hold.

“You have to get control of your emotions. It’s a struggle every boy goes through to become a man. You can’t just be my little attachment like a baby for the rest of your life. You should know how to behave yourself and not embarrass me like that. Daddy needs to know he can trust his boy to behave,” he said and kissed my hair.

“I’m trying sir… they just made me mad and were being dicks! They said I was dumb and treated me like a puppy dog. They hit me on the head.” I protested.

“You’ve changed so much, Colton,” Mr. Takada sighed and then let out a little laugh. “Before the behavior therapy, the old Colton would have cut them both down to size with sharp comments and had them begging for mercy. You’re so sensitive now, so different.”

“Yes! Oh my god, you see it too! You see what I’m turning into? I feel so disgusted by my self. This is not me! I was getting so upset and all I wanted was to go up there with you and I couldn’t. I’m turning into this weird mess.” I sat up and looked down at him like he was catching on to this.

“Disgusted? You’re my boy, my beautiful little guy. You’re finally working through your walls and letting your guard down,” he noted.

“But you see that this is not normal, right? It’s not normal for a 17 year old boy to be so clingy and whiny and sensitive. Look at me. I can’t even last an hour in a car being six feet away from you. All I ever think about it is how much I miss being in your arms. It’s bad, right? I’m broken,” I said.

My words hit me.

I was broken for him. He was all I could think about and it hurt to not have his touch.

Chapter 25- Dr. Kimura

“But you see that this is not normal, right? It’s not normal for a 17 year old boy to be so clingy and whiny and sensitive. Look at me. I can’t even last an hour in a car being six feet away from you. All I ever think about it is how much I miss being in your arms. It’s bad, right? I’m broken,” I said. My words hit me. I was broken for him.

“I’m supposed to be upset that an adorable boy is madly in love with me?” he looked confused.

“No, but look. How was I before all this. You said I changed. You said this week that it was the first time I have been jealous over you. What was it like before? Be honest,” I begged.

“You were getting really distant, cold. You spent most nights in your boy cave, but we had great sex. You were a handful. You got so much anxiety that it was hard to breathe. You needed help, and the therapy has done that. You are so much happier. Why would I be upset that my baby boy is finally happy?” Mr. Takada rubbed my bottom thoughtfully.

“It messed up my brain though. They did something,” I started to tell him what I knew, but held back. 

“What happened the day of the accident?” I asked him. 

“We did a workout in the gym. You were playing music on your headphones and ignoring me because you just wanted to run instead of the weight training I was trying to get you on. We had breakfast in the room and we argued before I left for my meeting,” he said uncomfortably. 

I could feel the tension in his chest. I rubbed his abs.

“You were mad because you had a therapy appointment in the afternoon and you didn’t want to go. You said Eizo Kimura was doing things to you but you didn’t know what. It was silly. The doctors said you might be thrown off a little. They were helping you work through the nightmares. Some days were better than others. We hadn’t been together in a few days, and I had an hour before my meeting. I wanted you. We wasted it arguing,” Mr. Takada said.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“It’s ok, baby. I was so frustrated with your arguing, and you were mad because I told you to stay in the hotel and I would be back soon. You didn’t. You left on your skateboard and I got a call from the hotel during the meeting. I didn’t get to check my voicemail until I got back to the hotel and they told me you were at the hospital.” he sighed.

“I felt so guilty finding out you were helpless and they called for me. The last thing you said to me was that you hated me and I couldn’t protect you. Luckily Eizo was able to get to you at the hospital and make sure you got the right care. He has privileges there to practice.” he pet me.

“Eizo got to me first?” I sat up. 

The accident was when everything changed. He’d done it then.

“He was working on another patient when you were brought in. He helped get you fixed up. I told you, he’s a good friend. He was helping you. You still had some bad days, but things were getting better with the therapy. We all wanted you to feel better,” he assured.

“But when I woke up he wasn’t there and the doctors didn’t know my name. They got it off my Id. card. Plus wouldn’t he have called you?” I pointed out.

“He was in a hurry and said he told a nurse to contact me. She didn’t. Once he knew you were going to be ok he went back to his other patient. I talked to him later and he explained the amnesia to me. He said it’s lucky you didn’t have real damage and this could actually make your nightmares go away.” Mr. Takada squeezed my ass. 

I shivered under his hold.

“You’ve been so needy for me since the accident. It’s like it knocked away your walls and the sweet Colton I met is shining through. You take so readily to instruction now. You beg for discipline and the strong daddy I wanted to be for you.” Mr. Takada let his finger rub down between my ass and touch my hole.

“Ahh!” I gasped and looked up at him with needy eyes. As much as I needed to learn more about what happened, my body betrayed me and all I could think about was his cock.

“We should dress for dinner before Julian comes in and finds you like this,” he laughed. I rubbed my hand over his bulge as it hardened. His body was reacting to my touch too.

“Please, can’t we just do some things quickly first? I’m not that hungry,” I told him and stared up with my best green boy eyes.

“You’re still in trouble for your outburst. This is all the action your dick’s getting tonight.” He stroked my cock against his thigh. I started to hump my hips against him.

“But Old Colton did way worse things and you still played with him,” I whined.

“New Colty-bear, New daddy,” he smiled. 

He put a finger under my chin and lifted it for a kiss.

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I hadn’t packed our bags for the weekend, he had. 

For dinner, he said we dressed up nicely. He put me in this tight, long-sleeved white t-shirt, but it was this sheer material that was kind of see-through. My skin looked even paler than normal with it. My pink nipples were on display. 

He put a black bomber jacket over it to cover the nipples and pushed up the sleeves so my colored warning bands were on display. I put on black pants and white converse shoes.

He wore a blue suit tailored to show his bulging muscles and leave no doubt he could back up the red “Off limits” band on my wrist. He looked so in control as he led me out to the living room to find the other guys had already gone down to dinner.

The dining hall was large enough for the few hundred daddies and their boys who filled it. There was thumping dance music playing and a dance floor set up near an empty stage. Mr. Takada took me on his arm like we were walking down a wedding aisle as he led me to find our table.

I noticed the variety of couples. For some, daddy+boy meant an older gentleman with a younger guy hanging on him, like us. For others, it must have been more of a state of mind or role-play. 

I noted several couples of similar ages with one wearing the rubber wristband and the other not. That seemed to be the only thing really separating them.

As we moved through the crowd, I noticed the looks I got; lust, jealousy, intrigue, more jealousy, curiosity, and a lot of winks and nods. I learned to put my head down and keep close to Mr. Takada. He noticed it to and hugged me to his side.

“Let them look, boy. I’m very proud of what I own,” he whispered. 

I raised my head again and saw a smile on his face as he worked us across the room towards our friends. Mr. Massoud was sitting next to Dawson and then Donovan and Justin next to Julian. Everyone had gotten the memo about dressing nicely. Even Julian had on a button-up white shirt.

“Here, Colton,” Julian said and pulled out the empty seat by him. 

Mr. Takada sat on my left just next to Mr. Massoud. They were all nearly finished with their dinners, but a waiter promptly scuttled over to take our order. 

Mr. Takada ordered drinks then the kid’s meal for me and the steak for himself. I looked at the menu and saw that boys had the options of seafood, chicken, or kid’s meal which had a salad, grilled chicken, and a toy.

“What’s the toy?” I asked Mr. Takada.

“We never know, but it’s always something your daddy will like,” he laughed and put his arm across the back of my chair. 

From our table we could see the dance floor which was already beginning to fill with men and their boys. I don’t know why, but I expected to see younger guys. Honestly though, I was the youngest one there.

“Can we dance?” I asked. I’d never liked dancing before, but the thought of being close to him on the floor made me hard. I cursed myself for losing my temper in the car. I was so horned up.

“I’d like that,” Mr. Takada said and leaned down to rub his nose on mine. “You look beautiful.”

I blushed and looked away.

“Are you still being a little pussy bitch with his feelings hurt?” Julian whispered when Mr. Takada turned to talk with Mr. Massoud. 

Julian eyed me angrily. I took a deep breath and let it go.

“I think I figured out when he did the brain wipe,” I told him and his face changed from anger to intrigue. He raised his eyebrows to indicate he wanted me to go on.

“Mr. Takada said Eizo was the first one with me at the hospital. What if he knew I was going to get hit and was waiting for me?” I asked. 

Julian thought for a minute and then nodded.

“It would give him time to do what he needed with you out cold. He’s here by the way,” Julian said and nodded his head towards the bar on the other side of the dance floor. 

I turned to look just as the waiter brought Mr. Takada a cocktail and me a glass of lemonade.

Eizo was at the bar with three older men. He was explaining something, probably selling them on the therapy. The men looked like he had their full attention. 

My stomach turned thinking of the three unsuspecting boys who would be turned into their pleasure dolls.

I felt Mr. Takada’s hand on my thigh and my thoughts turned back to him. He wasn’t looking at me. He was still talking to Mr. Massoud, but he thought of me and touched me. 

It was sick how happy it made me, how it made my cock go hard in the pants.

“What are you going to do?” I asked Julian who looked at Eizo with a grim smile.

“I’m going over there! If he’s looking for boys I want to be the first in line. I can take the fucker down if I get in there and see what’s really going on,” Julian whispered. 

I tried to talk him out of it, but Julian was barely listening. He was on a mission. He got up and said something to Mr. Takada who nodded and waved him away.

Our food came. Mine was a round carton of salad with chicken on top. There was a box that looked like a tiny version of a fast food kid’s meal, but Mr. Takada said I had to eat all my food before I could open it. 

His meal was a big plate with steaming steak and vegetables. He ignored me and was talking with Mr. Massoud while he ate. I dug into my bland but healthy meal.

I kept an eye on Julian. He was at the bar with Eizo and the clients. They certainly liked what they saw. He was dancing to the music and one of the daddies had a hand on his ass. He was working them good. It got me hard just watching it. 

Eizo wasn’t pawing at him, he was studying the boy. In the dim lights of the room I watched him lean back against the bar.

I finished my meal quickly and noticed Mr. Takada wasn’t even halfway into his. He didn’t normally eat that much. He wasn’t a slumpy, indulgent daddy. He liked food that built his muscles. 

When I showed him my empty carton, he offered me a piece of his steak. After the bland health meal, I sucked the juicy meat in and chewed happily. While I was eating, he took the box with the toy and started to open it.

“Hey! That’s my toy! I ate the yucky food for it!” I laughed.

“Nothing belongs to a boy. You should be glad I fed you at all,” Mr. Takada noted with a wink.

“Yes, sir.” I tried to look sad and put my head on his chest. He slipped an arm around me and held the box in front of us so I could watch him open it.

“It’s just a cheapy ring,” I noted with disappointment at the little blue stretchy ring.

“Oh! It’s the Cumstopper 2000! I ordered the nicer one online last night! This is the sample one. It breaks down after a few uses,” he said with excitement.

I asked what it did and he reached over and pulled at the waistband of my pants. He pushed them down and my briefs too. My cock flopped out and I noticed Mr. Massoud watching us with interest. He pulledt my junk and slid the ring over my shaft. I went hard in his hand.

“Just have to push it over these nuts,” He stretched the ring and pulled my nuts through one at a time as I yelped. 

He was squeezing them to get them through. I squirmed but didn’t try to get away. He kissed me to calm me until he got them both through. He gave my package a pull to make sure the ring was in place behind my nuts.

“I just hit the little button here,” he noted. I gasped as I felt the ring constrict. It had my cock half-hard. I whimpered and he offered another kiss.

“Dawson’s came with some little egg thing I shove in his ass. That looked much more fun!” Mr. Massoud noted. 

Mr. Takada told him he’d requested the punishment kid’s meal which explained the very bland healthy food.

“This will keep you from cumming. That cock may leak, but it’ll hold until I take it off at bedtime. Be a good little boy or I’ll ice your nuts and keep it on until tomorrow,” he said harshly.

I started to protest, but he cut me off and said, “This will help you to think before you act out next time someone pushes your buttons. I have to train you while you’re still a boy or it’ll be too late.” He gave my cock another tug. 

I was hard, but helpless to expand. He pulled my briefs and pants back up. He brought me back in under his arm and I laid against his chest while he finished his drink and got another round with Mr. Massoud.

I looked over to see Julian was in a tall, older man’s arms. 

The guy was dark-complexioned, maybe Latino. He seemed very interested in Julian who was pressed into his chest and looking up at him with adoration. 

They were making their way to the dance floor and I asked if we could go. Mr. Takada chugged his drink and nodded. It felt weird walking with the restrictive ring on, but I wasn’t going to bring on another taste of the belt tonight.

“The dance floor is packed. It could get very warm. Why don’t we leave the jackets here?” he said and slipped my bomber jacket over my shoulders. 

He helped me pull it over the brace on my fractured arm. He pulled down my sleeves over the brace on one arm but just down enough so my colored warning bands were showing on the other. Not that the shirt covered anything… I could see my nipples, my skin, every little line in my budding stomach muscles.

“So beautiful. I love you in that shirt,” he said as he took off his suit coat and loosened his tie. 

He took my hand and led me towards the floor. We wormed our way towards the center; no one wants to dance on the edge. It was a sea of writhing bodies slamming together, jerking, touching.

I felt hands on my ass with every daddy and boy we passed. I pushed in tighter to Mr. Takada and he understood. He pulled me in front of him as we danced our way to the center. He found a little spot for us and started to grind his bulge against my softening package.

“That’s not fair,” I whined. “You’re so hard and… mine feels broken.” The music wasn’t too loud, there were many couples still dining, so we didn’t have to yell.

“Being a daddy means I make the tough choices. Going too easy on you is what got us into trouble in the first place. I love you too much to give in.” he kissed me in sympathy.

“Jace! Jacey! Jace face!” A voice boomed behind me and I was shoved into Mr. Takada’s chest. 

A pile of muscles crushed me as he hugged my daddy and caught me up in the middle. They squeezed hard until I yelped between them. The strangers bulge pressed against my ass.

“Robby! This is Colt, the new baby,” Mr. Takada introduced me when they finally separated.

“He is beautiful, Jace. How’d you hook this one?” Robby laughed as his eyes looked me up and down. 

I took him in as well. He was a bulging muscle daddy with light brown hair and steel grey eyes that matched his dark grey button-up and dress pants.

“Money and science, lots of it,” Mr. Takada laughed and pulled my back against his chest. He crossed his arms over my chest and kissed my neck proudly. “Where’s your boy?”

“Passed out. He had a few drinks on the flight from Chicago so I put him to bed early. He’s a nervous flyer,” Robby joked. He looked down at me with eyes that held more than simple happiness for his friend. “Damn, Jace. How old is this one?”

“Seventeen, but small for his age. He’s a handful though,” Daddy laughed. 

Robby nodded then lurched towards me as someone bumped him from behind. He used the chance to rub his bulge on me again only this time there was a steel rod in it. Mr. Takada was rock hard too as he ground against my ass. His arms were crossed over my chest and he worked my nipples into points as Robby rubbed against me, pretending to dance.

“You guys are old friends?” I asked from between their chests to remind them I was human.

“We played baseball together four years at Illini,” Mr. Takada said.

“Uh huh,” I said and made a move. 

I leaned up and kissed Mr. Takada’s lips with Robby’s just an inch away. I felt Robby’s hand slide down my back and grab my left cheek while Mr. Takada had a firm hold of the right one. Their fingers touched over my ass and neither seemed to object. Mr. Takada slipped his tongue past my lips and I felt Robby’s lips brush over my cheek then go for my ear. He nibbled on it and I moaned on daddy’s tongue.

“Fuck, Jace. He’s gorgeous,” Robby gasped as my hand went to squeeze his bulge.

“Too bad his cock is out of service for the night. He’s on punishment,” Mr. Takada said.

“Who needs his cock?” Robby laughed then looked down at me as he slid his hand into the back of my pants. “What did the ’ittle baby do? He looks so sweet.”

“I got in a fight and pushed my friend,” I admitted and gave him sad, pitiful eyes. 

He melted.

“Oh I can’t imagine that. Sweet boy being disrespectful in front of his daddy? That’s no good,” Robby slipped his hand out of my briefs and put a finger to my lips. We weren’t even pretending to dance now as the crowd crushed in around us.

“Show him respect boy, take what he offers you,” Mr. Takada said. 

Robby pushed his finger through my eager lips and rubbed it across my tongue. Mr. Takada put a finger in next to his and I slurped them both to show I was an obedient boy. I got them nice and wet and then they both slid their hands into the back of my briefs and I felt two fingers battling for my hole as their hands pulled my cheeks apart.

“Uhhhh,” I whined as they both pushed inside me. The two daddies roughly worked my prostate and I felt a severe pinch as the ring around my cock and balls fought off my urges.

“He’s a good boy. He knows he did wrong,” Robby said.

“I locked up his cock. See?” Mr. Takada used his other hand to push down the front of my pants and briefs. My cock flopped out, fluffed but not hard.

“That’s death for a boy his age!” Robby laughed and gave it a tug. 

They shielded my body as we formed a little triangle, but I saw between their shoulders that Julian was dancing towards us with Eizo Kimura.

“Don’t tease him. He’s on punishment, not torture,” Mr. Takada laughed and tucked my cock away as their fingers dug into my hole.

“Doesn’t this remind you of that boy we shared at the away game in Montreal? What was his name? Some nordic exchange boy. He had no idea what was going on,” Robby laughed.

“He was so tight, fresh out of the box. He begged for more,” Mr. Takada laughed.

“You gotta let me get in here, Jace. He’s pure velvet,” Robby said as he nibbled behind my ear.

“Not a chance. He’s had one cock in there and it’s the only one he’ll ever have,” Mr. Takada assured. He mirrored Robby’s actions on the other side of my face like they were twins.

“So I’m just opening this for you? I feel so used,” Robby started to slide his finger out.

“If you’re nice to him he might suck you off. That’s up to him though,” Mr. Takada said.

“You want to suck on me, baby? A little Italian sausage for those pretty pink lips?” he asked in a deep daddy tone that matched Mr. Takada’s. He slid his hand back down to my ass and squeezed it. “Yeah, pretty boy? You want it?”

“No thank you,” I said and blinked innocent eyes at him. I really did want it, but I wanted to show Mr. Takada that he had me completely to himself. 

Mr. Takada laughed and kissed me.

“You’re just as bad of a blue-baller as your daddy!” Robby glared at me, but then he laughed like it wasn’t that serious. 

I don’t know why I’d said no. He was just as much daddy as my own and he was a hunk of man, mature with tight muscles and a musk that would have made my cock drool if it were free. But something about Mr. Takada’s body against mine, the way he’d had Robby ask me rather than give me at his discretion, it made me turn him down.

“Hey, I’ll suck you off, daddy,” a white guy said as he danced uncomfortably close to us. 

He was older than me, maybe mid-20’s with a skinny, toned frame and a cute face. Mr. Takada turned me so my ass was to his bulge. I felt him take out his cock and rub it between my cheeks. It felt so thick, wet, and ready to seed me. He was pleased with me.

“I don’t know, man,” Robby said. The guy held up a green wristband that said he was open for anything Robby wanted.

“Better take it if your boy is down for the night. Colt’s a total daddy’s boy. He only goes for the cock that feeds him,” Mr. Takada said. 

He rubbed up between my cheeks a few times and then started to shove his cock inside me. He and Robby had opened me up and my body was begging for it.

“You’re killin me, Jace!” Robby laughed, but he put his hand to the guy’s head and pushed him down to his knees. The guy eagerly fished Robby’s cock out of his pants and a thick slab of Italian stud fell out. The guy licked his lips and smiled up at us as Mr. Takada pushed me forward against Robby’s chest.

“Oh fuck,” he said and his arms slid around me as I fell against him. He held me while Mr. Takada started to slam into my hole. Daddy was on a mission and needed to seed me. I was so hot between the two muscled me. I looked up at Robby with begging eyes as daddy plowed me. My body felt electric but my dick felt so sad. It had been benched, but the game played on.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” Robby said as he looked over my back and down to where Mr. Takada was plowing my ass. 

I looked down his chest and watched that thick, veiny cock slide in and out of the eager guy’s lips. I reached down and gripped his hair to shove him farther onto Robby’s cock. He looked up at me with happy eyes and reached behind him to paw at my bulge. I pushed his hand away, no sense in explaining that to a stranger.

“I wish I could let you cum. I know how much you want it, but I have to be a daddy before anything,” Mr. Takada explained as he leaned over me and chewed on my ear while his cock slammed in and out of me. 

It knocked me against the cocksucker’s head, but he didn’t seem to mind. He had a thick cock in his lips and heavy golf balls banging against his chin. He just looked up at me happily.

“I know, daddy. I’m sorry,” I whined. 

His cock stuffed me and I got all the happy effects of being in his hold without the normal buzz in my cock. It was like being blind but hearing or deaf but seeing. I focused in on the one sense I had, pleasing him. I pushed back against his cock. Robby grabbed my hair and angled my head up to look at him.

“You know how pretty you are, don’t you boy? You know what you do to men, what you can make them feel. Right, boy? You get that?” Robby growled as he piston-fucked the random cocksucker’s throat. 

I heard gagging and sputtering under me, but the man made no move to get away as I messed up his thick, gelled hair.

“No sir,” I gasped as Mr. Takada plowed me.

“He doesn’t. He’s a good boy, so innocent, so needy for his daddy’s touch,” Mr. Takada laughed.

Robby growled and then kissed Mr. Takada. I looked up between their lips. It was so fucking hot to watch two alpha daddies go at each other. Mr. Takada put a hand on the back of Robby’s neck and gripped his old friend as they tongue wrestled and he pistoned in and out of my throbbing hole.

This is probably when I would have cum, but my own stupid pride had gotten the better of me and I needed to learn a lesson only my daddy could teach me. I was his, even when my ego was wounded. I needed to think of him first and respecting him, especially in front of others.

“Uhhhh, daddy. Please let me cum,” I whined. I looked over and saw Julian rubbing against an older guy, a new one. It wasn’t one of the men he’d been with at the bar, but Eizo was beside them and he looked pleased. I wondered if this was a high paying client who’d wanted a boy like Julian. I tried to focus on it, but my hole felt so good.

And then I felt my body shake. I wasn’t cumming, my cock was caged in the ring. Neither was Mr. Takada, but his thick throbbing meat gliding over my prostate made my body do this whole other type of orgasm. I felt my hole tense up and I started to shake in his arms. It jolted him out of his kiss with Robby.

“What the fuck?” he asked and reached hand down to feel my cock soft and useless in my briefs.

“I’m cumming,” I whined. My ass felt fireworks shooting up my hole and it clamped down tightly on Mr. Takada’s cock and rippled along his shaft.

“Oh fuck, Oh Fuck!” I squealed and looked up desperately at Robby. I leaned up and kissed him. I sucked on his tongue as the two daddies felt me in confusion.

“I don’t know what happened,” Mr. Takada said.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me, daddy!” I begged. 

My stomach tensed and my body thrashed around in his hold. It put him over the edge and he started to fire off in my ass.

“Oh Baby take that seed,” he growled and rammed hard into me. He throbbed and shot in my hole, cursed and chewed on my neck, twisted my nipples and shoved deep inside me.

I moaned and Robby kissed me again.

Robby put a hand to my cheek as I spasmed helplessly in daddy’s hold. Mr. Takada rammed in and out of me as he emptied his heavy alpha sack into his needy boy. He let out this deep animal growl and filled me with all he had to give.

“That’s my boy.” He pulled me back against his chest. He’d sweated through his button up shirt and I felt it drip against my back as his arms held me protectively.

I looked up to see Robby firing off into the cocksucker’s mouth and I looked over to see Julian rubbing the older man’s bulge. 

He nodded at me excitedly like he had something important to share. He didn’t seem to regard our foursome of sweaty male with any interest. He was focused on the case. I nodded to him and smiled.

Mr. Takada held me while we recovered. 

“Bedtime,” Mr. Takada said when his cock had gone soft in my hole. He slipped it out and pulled up my briefs before his cum could leak out. I didn’t want to lose any of it. He fixed my shirt and then shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped up. He kissed me as we danced our way out of the crowd then he grabbed our jackets and said goodnight to the guys.

He stopped to check on Julian and told Eizo to watch him like that would keep him safe. We went back to our room and he took the ring off my cock then pulled me into a hot bath.

“You were perfect, baby boy,” he said as he rubbed the soap over me. 

He slid it down to my cock which had gone rock hard the second he’d freed it from the ring. He rubbed the soap over it one time and his touch sent me over the edge. I bucked and groaned in between his legs as he stared down and watched my cock fire off into the water.

“Woah! Daddy!” I yelled as I tried to hold it back.

“It’s ok, baby. I think you learned your lesson,” he laughed as I writhed helplessly between his muscled legs. He kissed me and rubbed my chest while I came.

“Love you, daddy,” I cried out.

“Love you too, baby,” he praised. I collapsed back against his chest and felt overcome with sleep as he rubbed a soapy hand over me. I was safe. I was his.

Chapter 26 - The Boy in His Arms

Story Recap:

Colton finds out his mind was wiped by Eizo Kimura who’s done it to many other boys at his clinic to turn them into submissives for wealthy daddies. He’s working with Julian Cheng, whose twin brother Jackson was also taken. Colton is still completely addicted to his owner; Jason Takada, a mixed-Asian muscle-daddy. Now Julian’s gone undercover as a boy needing a daddy. He goes with them to a daddy/boy weekend in Palm Springs to get close to Eizo and bust the operation wide open. Will he become a victim too?

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“It was so strange. He couldn’t have cum! His cock was caged, but his body was shuddering and that boyhole was clamping down on my cock so tight,” Mr. Takada whispered in the dimly lit room. 

He’d put me down to sleep after our hot bath together where he’d freed my cock and I’d shot instantly. I stirred at the sound of the hushed voices.

I blinked and looked to see two figures in the corner of our hotel room looking away from me as they whispered. It was Eizo Kimura he was talking to, the man who’d wiped my brain and turned me into a sex-addicted, submissive boy. I saw them turn towards me and I closed my eyes until I could just barely see them.

“It could be a side effect from some of the therapy Dr. Perrin did with him. I did the hypnotherapy to erase the nightmares and remind him where his heart belongs. He was so troubled, so desperate for a daddy, poor baby,” Eizo said in a sympathetic whisper.

“That’s another thing. He thinks you messed with his brain. He’s scared of you! He freaked out on me when I took him to the clinic. He was trying to kick out the window. I soothed him in my lap, but I’m so…” Mr. Takada said but Eizo cut him off.

“But the nightmares are gone? The other men he was engaging with online and blackmailing. They’re gone too, right? His freezing you out and acting like a little bitch with you. That’s gone, right? The threatening to leave you and threatening to sue you or have you locked up for taking his underaged cherry. That’s all gone, right?” Eizo said with an icy edge to his words.

“It is…” Mr. Takada trailed off.

“And he’s a good submissive boy, loves his daddy, right? He hangs on your every command? You even disciplined his ass with a belt and he apologized and begged you. He whines when he can’t have your cock instead of whining when you don’t buy him the things that he wants like a spoiled boy, right? You see how he responds to a hard alpha. How happy it makes him to have a purpose in serving a man he can respect. He needs you” Eizo continued.

“You’re right… He’s so much better now. He respects me. He sleeps through the night. He’s scared to leave my side… That last week of therapy he hated me so much. He was so tortured by his past and was ready to run from man to man. You said to just hold on, and I did. It all changed so fast. He turned into the boy I loved. He’s this happy little innocent now. He needs me so much,” Mr. Takada returned with just a hint of guilt to his words.

“And as we explained, the medication may cause some paranoid delusions. That will wear off as he heals, but his love for you and dedication to pleasing you will not. It will only grow stronger. You’ve seen it. Haven’t you? You’ve seen just since his accident how much more he clings to you every day. Look how sweetly he sleeps, Jason. Look at that angelic little face that any man would kill for. You know why he sleeps so soundly? You know why he has such peace in his heart?” Eizo pressed him.

“Because he has a daddy who will protect him,” Mr. Takada said, his voice sounding more sure of itself. I heard his voice grow louder as they came closer to me. I felt his hand on my cheek.

“That’s right. It’s all because of you,” Eizo whispered. “So don’t be a pussy now when he needs you the most, Jason. Be the man he needs you to be, the strong daddy he craves. Hold him through his pain and recovery. This is your chance, Jason. It’s what you always wanted. So rub his little bubble butt, Fuck his little pussy, Suck on his little boy tits, and spank his little ass when he steps out of line. Be the man he needs. Be strong for your boy and he’ll thank you.”

They went silent for a few minutes and then their voices moved away from the bed. They were joking around about something. I heard the door open and their voices and laughs went through it. The door closed and the room went silent. I sat up and looked around. What had I just heard?

I should have laid back down and gone to sleep. I sat for a few minutes and strained to hear them from the bedroom. I wanted to tip-toe to the door and listen for more, but if I got caught they might know I heard them. Then I heard a loud laugh, more voices had joined them and some music started playing. They were having a party out there! That could be what woke me.

I pulled off the covers and got up. I was wearing the smallest pair of briefs that had superheroes on them. They were designed for younger boys, but the biggest size fit me and hugged my bulge. I had a small blue tank top on that came down just to the waist band. I grabbed a little blanket off the room chair, went to the door to the living room, and turned the handle.

Mr. Takada was sitting on the couch bare-chested wearing a pair of gym shorts. Eizo and Julian were next to him. Mr. Massoud and Dawson were snuggled into a chair while Donovan and Justin were sitting on the floor playing a video game hooked up to the tv. Robby was sitting in a chair with a guy in his lap who was likely the cocksucker from the dancefloor. I’m sure he had a name. I didn’t know it or cared.

I stepped out and rubbed my eyes like I’d been asleep. I raised my arms to yawn so the tank top slid up and showed off my stomach and the tiny briefs. I got adoring looks from the men in the room and one from Dawson.

“We woke the boy,” Eizo said with a fake sound of guilt. Mr. Takada looked at me and flashed sad eyes as he waved me towards him.

“Oh no, we woke you, baby? Come to daddy. I’ll rock you back to sleep,” Mr. Takada said. 

I came over and he pulled me into his lap then quickly spread the blanket over me, to the disappointment of the room.

“I heard music… so loud,” I yawned in a sleepy voice as he hugged me against his chest.

“It’s ok, baby. Daddy’s got you. You can fall asleep here and I’ll carry you to bed when we settle down. It’s getting late,” Mr. Takada said. 

He stroked my back as I nestled into his warmth. I pulled my knees up into my chest and burrowed into his hold.

“He is so beyond adorable,” Mr. Massoud’s voice said.

“I’m adorable too,” Dawson demanded in a voice that sounded needy.

“Yes, you are,” Mr. Takada assured. “Lots of beautiful boys to care for.”

I wasn’t interested in being adored by the room. I covered my head with the blanket where I curled up like an egg in his lap. He hugged me and pet my back until I fell asleep again. As troubled as I was overhearing his conversation with Eizo, his arms lulled me to safety. It sounded like Eizo had him convinced the therapy was for my best. As warm and safe as I felt in his arms, maybe he was right. I couldn’t deny how good I felt.

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The morning found me curled up in bed with Mr. Takada. Julian was in our bed too. He was wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts and hugged a pillow on the other side of the King bed with his back to us. I wondered how he’d ended up there last night. I laid my head back down on Mr. Takada’s chest and went back to sleep.

“Baby, it’s time to head down for brunch. I signed you up for activities today,” Mr. Takada said as he shook me gently and kissed my lips. 

I looked up to see him staring down at me wearing a tight white tank top that hugged his bulging brown muscles and a gold chain necklace.

“Activities?” I asked after I’d put on a pink tank top and white shorts. I yawned as he led me to the dining hall already buzzing with couples laughing, eating, and talking.

“Cooking for healthy families, then a session on proper housekeeping. If you do well in both then we can go swimming this afternoon. Any problems and I’ll park you in the science and math tutoring sessions. You really could use the help,” Mr. Takada said as he held my hand and led me through the crowd.

There were breakfast stations set up at the front of the hall and lots of booths with products and services a daddy might want. We caught up next to Dawson and Mr. Massoud at a booth for an auto dealer from Los Angeles. He had a big sign saying, “A boy in the right car shows a daddy of distinction!” The booth showed off all kinds of tracking and safety equipment.

“See, Daddy? I don’t even have a car! What does that say about you?” Dawson asked.

“It says my boy knows his place and is learning to earn his keep,” Mr. Massoud laughed.

Mr. Takada led us over to a table he’d reserved for the 7 of us. He sent the boys off to get plates of food while they went over the itinerary for the day and chose activities for the four boys. 

I got a big plate and went to the omelette station where a chef was preparing them specially. I got one for us to share with steak, cheese, and veggies. I got a bowl of fruit, some hash browns, and toast to go with it. I looked like a greedy little boy carrying that much food while Justin and Dawson separated theirs out onto two plates. I liked sharing a plate with him though. It was our thing.

“See, I think if Dawson gets out of the housekeeping practice at 11, then he should have time to dash across the resort to the session on proper care of an alpha. I’d really hate to have him miss out on the foot worship. It would save money if he learned to do things at home.” Mr. Massoud looked thoughtfully as he chewed it over.

“There is so much wrong with that sentence,” Dawson shook his head in disgust.

“Don’t worry, boy. I had a long talk with Dr. Kimura last night and he assures me your attitude will change greatly with the therapy.” Mr. Massoud nodded confidently.

“I really wish this was more than a three day conference. The boys need more time to learn proper skills. You know we discussed putting together an actual school for them at last year’s conference, but our membership is too spread out to have one viable location.” Mr. Takada took the plate from me and pulled out my chair. 

Julian squeezed in on the other side of me. He had a big stack of pancakes and enough food for someone three times his size.

We were just digging into our food when an older Korean man in a nice suit came to our table with a stack of long cards.

“Good morning, gentleman. I see you have looked over the menu of activities for the day. Please note them on the cards here and put your account information at the top for billing. I’ll come back when you’re ready and run them through the computer then print you out a schedule for your boys. If you have the phone app, you can log in with their id numbers and check in on them from the session cams. Teachers respond quickly to daddy commands and can let you know how your boy is progressing. Let me know if you have any questions. Your courses and uniforms will be waiting in your room,” he said. 

He left a stack of cards and went to the next table.

“I think I’ll just keep Justin with me for the day. He’s already trained enough,” Donovan said.

“Nonsense. I’ll write my account info on his card. I said this weekend was my treat,” Mr. Takada said. I remembered that Donovan was a struggling college student.

“I can pay for my own boy,” Donovan said with an edge of harshness to his voice.

“And I can pay for mine,” Mr. Takada said to remind Donovan that he had been his boy before becoming a daddy of his own. “You know how much you’ve helped me out with Colton and how much you always do for me. Justin has helped too. Let me begin to pay you both back.”

“Thanks, dad,” Donovan said and nodded his head like he was shaking out the insecurity.

“Thanks, Mr. T,” Justin said with a mouth full of pancakes. 

Mr. Takada reached over and wiped syrup off of Justin’s lip with a napkin. The tall boy with budding muscles blushed.

They picked out the activities for us on the cards. Mr. Takada put me in healthy cooking and housekeeping. He let me pick between art, lap-dancing, and auto care for my fun course. It looked like a full day away from him. 

I told him the two sessions he’d picked were good unless he was planning on being away. He said he had a golf session with Mr. Massoud, Robby, and Donovan, but he’d be back when I finished the housekeeping one.

Mr. Massoud booked Dawson for a full day of courses, with a three hour window in the middle for a therapy session with Eizo. Julian and I exchanged worried looks when he said that. Dawson whined too. He said he needed some pool time.

“Justin can go with Colton today. Those two activities sound good. I want to give him some pool time. He deserves a little reward,” Donovan said.

“He certainly deserves a nice day. Oh! Julian, you won’t be in any classes. Eizo has a few prospective daddies who are eager to see you. There will be a chaperone if you need him for any reason,” Mr. Takada told Julian as he was cleaning his plate.

“That’s awesome! I’ll find my true love!” Julian beamed with fake excitement. I knew what he was up to. He wanted to get in there and see how things worked so he could take down Eizo. The men filled out the cards for the three boys and sent Justin to turn them in with the man.

“Your true love?” I smirked when we got back to the room. Julian just elbowed me. I’d whispered to him what I’d overheard while the men were in conversation at breakfast. Julian said Eizo had told him last night he could help him find a daddy and had many men who would be interested.

Julian had given him a sob story about having nightmares and anxiety. Eizo of course said that his matchmaking skills would come with the understanding that the daddy would take Julian to therapy at the clinic in LA. Julian thanked him and promised he’d be a good boy. 

Julian was in.

We found a bag tied with a red bow on the bar of the hotel room when we got inside. Mr. Takada gave us each a small postcard with a schedule printed of where we were to go and when we were to be there. Underneath those were three packaged uniforms with our names printed on them.

“They got your sizes off of the info sheets we filled out when registering you for the conference weekend. They want the students in uniforms so there’s no doubt about why they’re here and no bullying from boys of wealthier daddies. Everyone will be the same,” Mr. Takada explained. 

The daddies had us strip down there in the living room since we’d all seen each other before.

“This is um… kinda skimpy,” I noted as I stepped into what looked like a blue wrestling singlet. 

It was tight on me and showed the budding muscles of my thighs and stomach. It lifted my bulge and got me kind of hard. The straps went over my shoulders and the front hung low enough to show my nipples. The legs went down just under my nuts like boxer briefs.

“It’s fine. You’re covered. This will let any man in the resort know where you are supposed to be and that you are here to learn and off limits for play time,” Mr. Takada assured.

“But daddy,” I whined and sounded like Dawson. Mr. Takada’s eyes narrowed in warning. I hung my head, “Sorry, sir.” I felt his hands on my back and he pulled me i for a hug.

“Be good today. There’s a pocket here on the side for your phone. Text if you need me. I’ll hurry back to be there when your second course is over. Make me, proud, ok, baby?” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my bottom. 

He slid the phone into the only pocket on my singlet. The other men probably thought he was giving me a severe warning instead of tender encouragement.

“Yes, sir,” I said. 

I waited by his side and held his hand while Justin and Dawson pulled on their clothes. He walked me and Justin down to our first course after Julian left with Eizo. Donovan went to check out the golf cart and get their clubs from Mr. Massoud’s SUV.

“You’ll be good here and learn something so you can cook something nice when we get home, ok? And you’ll look out for him, Justin? Keep his temper under control?” Mr. Takada asked hopefully. 

We both nodded aggressively and assured him there would be no problem. He parked us at a cooking station next to a pale, chunky guy who looked like a young accountant. The singlet was unforgiving to his stomach and thighs. The spandex groaned between his legs.

He introduced himself as Matt and offered us skittles from his pocket. I liked him instantly.

“Are you three seriously eating skittles in my healthy cooking course? Right in the front row?” A buff Latino guy in a tight polo with a “Healthy Hearts” logo on it barked at us. He must have been the instructor. 

We put the bag under the counter and shook our heads.

“No wonder your daddy told me to keep an extra eye on you and text at the first sign of trouble. You’re going to be trouble then?” He asked as he came directly towards me.

“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. No trouble, sir,” I took the bag of skittles and put them in his waiting palm. He turned and tossed them into the trash can.

“I know your type,” he grumbled. “Beverly Hills Princess too pretty to be punished.”

“No, sir. I can be punished,” I don’t know why I said that. 

He intimidated the fuck out of me.

“Good.” his stone lips turned up into a smile. He went to his station at the front and called our names to check us in on his tablet. The rest of the two hours he seemed ok with me, and guided me through making the recipes. He gave us speeches about keeping our alphas healthy.

“When a man can depend on his boy to bring his life health and happiness, his boy will always have a place,” he explained as he led us through a demonstration using a slice of raw tuna seared with hipster spices and a type of berry I’d never heard of. He was a deadly serious man.

I stopped for a moment and looked down at the spandex singlet that hugged my boy muscles and narrow frame. It was a scene right out of a cheesy late night movie. This secret society of an underground gay community with fabulously wealthy men and their toys couldn’t be real.

I looked over at Justin. Like always, he was taking this seriously and making notes in his workbook on ways to change the recipe. I reached and grabbed his ass as he leaned over the counter. 

He gave me a weird smile. He didn’t mind. He just stuck it out for me and went on working.

“Is there a problem again, Skittle boy?” The teacher said and came over to our station.

“I… I’m… allergic to seafood, sir. I don’t know if I should touch it,” I fumbled for the first excuse I could think of. 

He came right up behind me and pressed his muscles against my backside. He leaned over me so his hot breath kissed my neck. He reached his hands in front and moved my tray of ingredients to the side.

“Right,” he said as his bulge ground against my ass. “Your owner noted that. I should have remembered for you to sit this one out.” He showed he wasn’t a total hardass.

“I should have said something sooner, sir. My apologies.” I cooed as I turned my face to the side and looked at him with my best boy eyes.

“Your owner is quite protective of you, boy. He’s quite a bit older than you. Making healthy choices now will ensure you have a long future together.” He said. I looked around and saw the other boys working on their recipes. The room began to fill with the aroma of dinner.

“How old is he?” I asked. I realized I had no idea. Mr. Takada was definitely older than Colton, me, but I’d never put an actual number to him.

“You don’t know?” The teacher laughed. “Then I shouldn’t be the one to break it to you.”

“I was hit by a car. I forgot everything,” I said. 

I pointed to the small, healing bruise on my forehead. He smiled and pushed back my hair in that flirtatious way a guy does to let you know he can take care of you.

“Well you can ask him when your day is complete. I’m just your caretaker for the moment. It’s not my place,” he said in a deep daddy tone that had my cock stirring in the tight singlet. 

He took one of the berries off the tray of ingredients and put it to my lips.

“These aren’t on your list of allergies, they’re quite good,” he said as he pushed the offering into me. I wanted to suck in his fingers, but he pulled back. He cleared his throat and adjusted his bulge. 

He knew he was paid to look after me, not arouse me. He nodded at me and went to help the other boys. 

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Chapter 27- Cabana Boys

I watched Justin make his meal. He looked so dedicated. We finished the tuna and then moved on to other recipes. I tried to mirror Justin’s seriousness and I copied all the notes he made.

Our last recipe was making a dessert to give to our daddies. It was super healthy of course. We mixed up these fancy grains with berries and nuts stuck together with honey. We baked them and cut them into squares. They were super protein bars for post-workouts.

We packed them in fancy boxes and tied them with bows and wrote love notes to our owners. We left them there and a resort worker would deliver them to our rooms.

“I’m to escort you to your next session. Underage boys aren’t allowed around on their own,” the teacher told me when we’d finished.

He took my hand like I’d wander off and held it as he led me down the hall to the housekeeping course. He delivered me to the teacher there and left.

I texted Mr. Takada while I waited for the class to fill up. Some of the boys had gone for a break so they came in late and the teacher wasn’t happy with them. He was a burly, balding man with a barrel chest and a trimmed, brown beard. I told Mr. Takada I was doing ok and following orders.

“I know, boy. I’ve kept an eye on the app between holes [He was playing golf] and you seem to be following along nicely. Your teacher reported you caused no problems,” he wrote back.

The housekeeping course had us cleaning the resort rooms, making beds, wiping counters, other routine things. The teacher was nice enough and gave us tips on different types of cleaners. He gave me some wipes with cleaner in them to go over the rooms.

“Dude, something’s wrong with you,” Justin said when he caught up to me on the last room. I was in a zone and getting good at scrubbing off daddy funk from a pretty gross bathroom.

“What do you…?” I started to ask what he meant, but then I noticed my hands and arms had red splotches and were feeling dry and itchy. I was having some kind of allergic reaction to the cleaner.

“Oh Shit!” I yelled out. I dropped the wipe and went out to the hallway where the teacher was going over something on a clipboard. I held up my arms and he dropped it and went for his phone.

“Go wash with soap and warm water while I get your daddy,” he said in a panic.

He followed me into the bathroom of the closest room and unwrapped a new soap bar while I turned on the water. I heard him talking frantically to someone I assumed must have been Mr. Takada. I rubbed the soap over my hands and tried to get it off.

Two minutes later Mr. Takada ran in red-faced and sweaty. He came to me and took my arms out of the water then grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped my arms together. He lifted me up and carried me out of the room in a rush.

“Eizo is in a cabana doing therapy. He said to rush you down,” Mr. Takada explained between gasps as he ran across the resort with me in his arms.

“It hurts, daddy,” I whined.

Something about his arms turned me into a total baby. I’d never been one to cry or whine or beg or any of that shit, but his daddy hold on me made me melt into a puddle of pussy boy. I disgusted myself.

“I know baby, almost there,” he said as he dashed across the lawn towards the resort pool.

There was loud thumping music and throngs of boys and daddies in speedos and swim shorts bustling about in the pool, on the loungers, all over. There were guys making out, rubbing on each other, doing things that weren’t normally for public consumption.

We passed Julian sitting under an umbrella with an older Asian guy close to Mr. Takada’s age, whatever that was. He pushed through the curtains of a cabana and we found Eizo working with Dawson. The boy was sitting in a chair with his back to us. He had on big headphones and was watching some weird colored swirls on an iPad. He had no idea we’d entered.

“Put him down. Best to take off that singlet in case I need to give him a shot in the thigh,” Eizo said and pointed to a long outdoor couch.

Mr. Takada sat down on it and pulled at my singlet. He pushed the straps from my shoulders down and slid the spandex down over my stomach and cock (It was too tight for underwear). I stepped out of it and the towel fell off my arms to the floor.

“Why was he around cleaners? You know he just had the skin treatment last week. No sun, no chemicals. If the cream doesn’t work, I’ll have to redo his treatment,” Eizo said.

I wondered what he was talking about. Julian had said he specialized in making beautiful boys with no blemishes. Is that why my pale, milky skin was perfect from head to toe? Colton’s (my) body didn’t have a single hair out of place or a scratch or scar or anything else a boy of 17 usually carries.

“I didn’t know they’d be using those. Fuck! I should have marked it on his card.” Mr. Takada cursed. He sat on the couch and pulled my naked frame into his lap as Eizo dug in a bag and produced a white tube of special cream. He squeezed a line over my palms and then told Mr. Takada to rub it in while he checked me out.

“I don’t think he’ll need a shot. It seems mild. Just keep him out of the sun. These boys are delicate. They can’t take much, at least not for awhile until his body settles down,” Eizo said.

He was being so frank and open about what he’d done. It was like I was some kind of dog who didn’t understand his words. I looked between them suspiciously. Mr. Takada seemed to know a lot more than I’d thought.

“What’s going on?” Dawson said and peeked around Eizo’s side.

“Keep that on! You have another half hour!” Eizo said.

“Sorry, sir. Yes, sir,” Dawson said with a submissive tone I hadn’t heard from him before. He put his headphones on and went back to staring at the tablet obediently.

“Julian’s out there with Peter Li?” Mr. Takada asked.

I laid back against his chest while he soothed my allergied skin. He kissed my neck while he rubbed me, my cock woke to attention.

“Yes. He would have to pick my most difficult client!” Eizo laughed. “But he’s also the richest, and Julian is just what he’s looking for. Asian skater jocks are hard to come by and he just walks right in ready for a matchup.”

“He’s a nice kid. I hope Peter treats him well,” Mr. Takada said.

“Peter can treat him however he wants,” Eizo laughed but then caught my eyes.

He switched to some language I didn’t understand. He looked at me suspiciously like I’d caught onto him.

My hands and arms began to fade back to white and feel better. Eizo put on more cream and gently worked it into my skin as Mr. Takada began to roam his hands over my stomach.

“So easy, these boys. He’s in medical distress and still he gets excited by daddy’s touch,” Eizo noted and looked down at my hard cock as a pearl of precum drooled out of the tip and ran down my shaft.

I was getting used to being exposed in front of other men. Two weeks ago this situation would have freaked the shit out of me. I felt like life as Miguel Montes was a world ago. I still felt him inside me though I was feeling more of Colton, at least the submissive Colton they’d turned me into with the brain wipe.

“He just can’t help himself,” Mr. Takada laughed and pulled my cock away from my stomach then let it spring back. “Maybe I should put his swimsuit on. They brought our bag out here, good!” He reached over to a backpack on the floor by the couch and pulled out a small, white speedo.

“He is NOT going in the pool! The chlorine and sun!” Eizo cautioned.

Mr. Takada put my legs into the speedo and pulled it up and over my thighs. He put my cock to the side and pulled the speedo up over it. It tented obscenely in the stretchy material. It poked out so much my balls were visible through the legs. I whimpered helplessly at his touch.

“Oh right. Well he probably needs a nap anyways,” Mr. Takada noted and kissed my neck.

He laid down on the couch and brought me into his side. He covered me with a big beach towel and I snuggled into his chest. He rubbed me in that way he does that puts me to sleep, except I wasn’t that tired and I just closed my eyes against his heartbeat.

“How is he doing?” I heard Mr. Massoud’s voice boom excitedly as the curtain opened to the cabana. I peeked one eye open a crack and saw him in a pair of blue swim trunks.

“Keep it down, Colton’s napping. Dawson’s nearly finished. He can’t hear us with his headphones on. The therapy went well. He’s very receptive,” Eizo said. I made a little sleep moan as Mr. Takada stroked my back.

“Right, so it worked? He’ll be like… Colton is?” Mr. Massoud whispered.

“This just a preview of what we can do with him. It’ll only last up to 48 hours. I’d need him back at the clinic for the full therapy, but it’s helpful for us to do these trials first so you can get the formula you desire. Once it’s set, it’s set and some men turn out to not want as needy of a boy as they originally chose. I dialed Dawson up to high levels in obedience, neediness for your approval, and sexual attraction,” Eizo said. My ears perked up.

“More than Colton?” Mr. Massoud asked. I seemed to be his measurement stick.

“Yes, it’s all variable. If you were his biological father then of course I’d set the sexual attraction down to zero, but since you’re not, I put it up pretty high. He may wear you out before the day is finished! Now remember, he is going to be very needy for your attention and possessive of you so watch that wandering eye when other boys pass,” Eizo warned.

“Daddy! You’re here! Can I take this off now, sir? The video finished,” Dawson called from his chair. Eizo turned and took off the headphones. He gave the boy’s hair a playful tug.

“Hello my love. I hear you were a good boy for the therapy. Did it hurt?” Mr. Massoud asked.

“Not at all, sir. It was fun! I missed you! Are you proud of me? I was a good boy. I kept hoping you’d come!” Dawson had an overly chipper voice. I cracked an eye open to see him get out of the chair. He still had on his uniform singlet that hugged an ample bulge and a round, latin ass.

His light brown skin framed his muscles as he ran over to Mr. Massoud and threw his arms around him. They kissed passionately and Mr. Massoud gripped the boy’s ass, kneading his cheeks roughly. There was no need to ask if the man was satisfied with his boy’s therapy.

“Remember to be very gentle with him, but firm. He’ll respond best to a strong alpha that doesn’t ask questions or give options. No decision-making for at least 24 hours. It will only confuse him and the god-like image of your his mind is building. His brain is settling from the therapy so he’ll temporarily lose short-term memory,” Eizo explained.

“He isn’t remembering this?” Mr. Massoud asked.

“Bits and pieces. When we do the full therapy he won’t remember these trials at all. It causes deep confusion for up to a week. It’s why we put in a back-story of a made up past. It’s usually character write-ups and scouted locations from failed screen-plays, but it gives the brain something to temporarily grab on to,” Eizo elaborated. “Colton still thinks he’s an ex cop. It goes away with time, but I can program in any special language or activity skills you like. He could even speak fluent Arabic with you!”

“Perfection,” Mr. Massoud marveled and used the word he’d used to describe me. He put his arms around Dawson and rubbed the boy’s hair. Dawson purred happily.

“What’s going on, daddy? Can we go now? I’m so horny for you and my hole feels so empty,” Dawson said and rubbed his crotch against Mr. Massoud’s thigh.

The man rubbed his boy’s ass and kissed him. He had the biggest smile on his lips. He had his dream boy. 

“Sure, my baby. Let’s get you to bed,” Mr. Massoud said and pulled his boy from the cabana.

I wanted to sit up and scream at them. I felt my skin crawl at his words. He had to have given the same instructions to Mr. Takada! Of course he knew what they did to me. He’d paid for it. It had turned him around from the weak daddy he’d been who let Colton walk all over him. 

I felt anger and disgust rising in my throat like bile. I was so angry, but still daddy’s touch made me feel warm and loved inside. I was hopeless around him. My only chance was to help Julian. He would take Eizo down and get the cure for me. There had to be a cure, a way to fix this.

Mr. Takada and Eizo started talking in what I guessed was Japanese. I felt his hand slide down to my ass as I laid there fuming and pretending to be asleep. As angry as I was, my body still welcomed his touch so easily. I was desperate for him. He rubbed me lovingly.

He slid me off of him and laid me down on the couch with the large towel over me. He stood up to peel off his golf shirt. He was just sliding his shorts down when Julian came in with Peter Li. Peter was a muscled daddy with a handsome face and kind eyes.

“Oh good, we didn’t miss the stripper,” Peter said as he saw Mr. Takada strip down to his boxerbriefs. “Do that little dance you do, Jason.”

“You can’t afford me,” Mr. Takada laughed. He grabbed a pair of blue swim trunks from the backpack and shucked his underwear, his thick cock facing me and away from the others.

“Ooh that ass. I’d pop it good,” Peter shot back and reached over to grab Mr. Takada’s cheeks.

“Fuck off, you’ve got more than a handful there,” he said and nodded towards Julian. He quickly stepped into his swimtrunks and pulled them up over his cock. He tied the strings at the top and came back to the couch to lift me. He pulled me onto his chest and I turned into him as he wrapped his arms around me. I used the noise and movement as my excuse to ‘wake up.’

“You’re too old anyways! Oh but toss him in! Who is this little angel? I don’t normally go for white meat but… Damn he’s gorgeous!” Peter came closer and looked me over. I blinked up at him and yawned.

“This is my boy, Colton. Hands off.” Mr. Takada laughed but there was ice in his voice.

“Always protective of your toys. Don’t worry, I’ve got a handsome little guy over here looking for a strong daddy. Doesn’t he remind you of us at that age? So tender and new?” Peter asked and went to rub Julian’s shoulders. Julian looked pretty uncomfortable. He hadn’t thought about this part of his plan. There was more to playing gay than just talking in stereotypes.

“Yes, we brought him. Looks like you’ve scared him. Don’t worry, boy. Peter talks but he’s a good guy who would be a fine candidate,” Mr. Takada assured.

“Thanks, bud. I’ll keep him safe. Going for a swim? We will join you!” Peter asked.

“I don’t have a suit here,” Julian said.

Peter put his hands on Julian’s bottom and the boy pulled away uncomfortably. I needed to talk to him alone. Everything he’d thought was confirmed.

“I saw some promotional trunks here left over from pride weekend!” Eizo said.

He took a cellophane package off a side table. It was a black mesh speedo with a pink logo from a vodka label. He unwrapped them and tossed them at Julian who was a darn good catcher.

“Oh that’s so…” Julian said as he held them up and realized the only thing covered would be a pouch for his cock. He looked fearful. 

“Perfect!” Peter finished his sentence. Julian blushed.

“I think I have a suit in my bag in the room. I’ll go get it! Colton can come with me!” Julian said.

“We’re not swimming, and Colton can’t go anywhere without a chaperone,” Mr. Takada advised.

“We have the cabana for the whole weekend. I ordered lunch and Dawson’s gone. You might want to give them some time alone in the suite. It should be pretty noisy right now. Try on the mesh for us,” Eizo laughed.

“Come on, boy. Show daddy that perfect body,” Peter urged.

I wanted to help Julian, but he needed to go through with what it took. He had a plan and it had to succeed. It was my only hope. I nodded to him and mouthed, “Don’t pussy out!”

He glared at me for a minute then worked up his courage. He took the mesh speedo and went behind a high table that would offer him some cover. Eizo looked on with amusement. Julian took off his t-shirt and stepped out of his shorts and briefs.

“Fuck!” Peter hissed when Julian stepped out wearing the speedo and tennis shoes. He had a good amount of boy muscle in that impossibly lean perfection of youth.

His light brown skin and dark brown nipples showed an etched figure that was nothing to be ashamed of. He crossed his arms behind his back and looked down nervously. The sheepish look only added to his youthful jock allure.

“Wow,” I echoed. Julian’s flexed taught frame began to blush a light crimson from cheek to belly.

“Not bad, Jules,” Mr. Takada said with a tone that told me I was right to be jealous of him.

“And that hole, on full display. These don’t leave much to the imagination,” Peter said as he looked around to Julian’s backside. Julian quickly closed his legs. Peter grabbed for it.

“I’ve never done anything back there,” Julian said and looked away from us. He looked torn between what he hoped to accomplish and how far he was willing to go for it.

“A virgin, of course. Don’t worry. You have three experienced daddies ready to assist you, to show you how to open it, use it, please it,” Peter said and moved behind Julian, pressing his bulge against the boy.

I felt Mr. Takada slide his hand down the back of my speedo. I was on my side, pressed against his chest and under his protective arm. His finger rubbed my hole and my body betrayed me. I let out a little whine and bit softly on his daddy nipple.

“I… I just met you. I told Mr. Takada I’m ready for it, but I want a real daddy who isn’t going to just take my virginity and leave,” Julian said, playing up the helpless naive boy character.

He was trying his best to save his hole but still get what he needed.

“I promised him I would guide him. Let’s not pressure the boy,” Mr. Takada spoke up as his finger slid inside my ass.

“I’m all worked up though,” Peter said and showed the lump in his shorts. He took Julian’s hand and rubbed it over the front of his shorts. Julian cringed but then quickly faked an awkward grin.

“Give him a hand, Julian,” Eizo smirked.

Mr. Takada circled around my happy spot and then moved in for the kill. I moaned loudly and gasped for air. All eyes turned to us.

“Maybe he would feel better practicing on someone his own rank,” Peter said and nodded towards me where I was whining and begging for Mr. Takada’s touch.

“He might. Sit up, boy,” Mr. Takada said.

He took his hand from my bottom and I whined in desperation. I felt this horrible emptiness when he was gone from my hole.

“Oh, I don’t know… I mean you’re such a strong daddy and Colt’s just such a pussy,” Julian sneered.

I sat up and glared at him. He smirked at me. Mr. Takada sat up too and moved to the end of the couch, bringing me beside him. Peter pushed Julian to sit by me.

“Slide that little speedo off, Colton,” Mr. Takada said. I stood up and slid it to my feet, my hard cock bouncing out and up against my stomach.

“That’s a good sized cock, boy. Nothing to be ashamed of,” Peter said when I covered it. He pushed Julian to sit down and Mr. Takada brought me down between them. Peter sat on the other side of Julian. Eizo turned from us and worked on his computer.

“He’s got a good-sized everything, see?” Mr. Takada pulled my knees up and I hugged them against my chest, spreading my feet as daddy pulled my cock and balls up so they could see my hole.

Peter looked at it and licked his lips.

This was going to be fun.

Chapter 28- Cabana Boys

“Look at that pretty pink hole, Julian. I bet you have a nice brown hairless ring. You want to show it to us, baby?” Peter asked. He put his arm around Julian and leaned down to look at me.

“You can touch it. See how excited he gets? That’s a boy who knows what his pussy can do,” Mr. Takada took Julian’s hand and brought it near me, but the boy pulled back.

“No! That’s… Private for his daddy, right?” Julian laughed nervously. He was in over his head.

“It is for his daddy. And his daddy can use it as he likes. It’s a boy’s most pleasurable spot, and you should know how it works,” Mr. Takada said in an authoritative growl. 

Julian winced but let Mr. Takada guide his hand down to my hole. He stroked it. My body tensed up in anticipation.

“See that? The boy knows what his hole can do. Look how it opens for your finger. Fuck, he’s gorgeous, Jason. Look at that little rose blooming.” Peter admired me. 

The three of them were pushed in around me. I had Mr. Takada on my right, Julian on my left, and Peter moved in to kneel on a pillow in front of me to get a better look.

“It’s one of the prettiest I’ve ever had. It feels incredible on my cock,” Mr. Takada agreed.

I looked between the two men as they eyed me hungrily, but then I noticed Julian. He started to rub his finger around the ring and poke inside a little. His disgust gave way to interest. He looked up at me curiously. I gasped as he started to push into me.

“You really do like this?” He asked with mild amusement. “Having something in your asshole?”

“It feels crazy good,” I assured between whimpers. 

Mr. Takada rubbed my stomach tenderly. I put my hands on his, guiding it around like a Ouija board across my sensitive abs.

“Put that finger in his mouth. Let him taste himself and slobber on it so it goes inside him,” Mr. Takada said. 

He took Julian’s finger from my hole and put it to my lips. I slurped it in eagerly.

“Fuck! He’s really into this,” Julian laughed nervously. He was trying to blend in with the daddies.

“Oh he is. He knows where it’s going. My boy loves a good pacifier. He’ll suck on anything I offer,” Mr. Takada laughed and started to play with my nipples. 

I nodded on Julian’s finger. He shoved it back farther until I gagged. He smiled at that. He was showing he was a top boy.

“That should do,” Mr. Takada guided him back to my hole. Julian wiggled in to the second knuckle and inadvertently found my special spot. He pressed against it.

“See how he responds? Talk dirty to him. A pussy boy needs reassurance when he’s being dominated. It’s a vulnerable position to let someone inside you. He needs to know how excited he’s making you,” Peter said.

“I’m not excited,” Julian laughed

“No?” Peter asked and grabbed Julian’s bulging speedo. 

Julian pulled back, almost swatting at Peter before remembering what he hoped to accomplish here. He gave in to Peter stroking him through the fabric. He was getting quite the tent pole.

“It feels so weird in there. So many little ridges,” Julian said like I was a science experiment.

“It feels really good on your cock, especially when you stretch open a tight pussy,” Peter said. Julian rubbed around the spot that made my body gasp and moan.

“You really like this, Colton? You like me fingering you?” Julian looked skeptical but he pushed in deeper to me. I bucked and whined.

“Yes, sir. Please fuck me with your finger. Right there feels so good,” I begged. 

Julian’s chest puffed up at that. Peter let go of his bulge and rubbed his back in approval.

“Give it to him, look at him beg for it. He needs more,” Peter advised. 

Julian nodded and took his finger out. He shoved it back into my mouth and added a second one. He was more forceful this time and shoved back to make me gag again and again. Each time he did it, he laughed and shook his head.

“Whiny little bottom, isn’t he?” Julian asked.

“He is, but he’s my whiny little bottom so go easy on the merchandise,” Mr. Takada laughed. Julian stopped making me wretch. He knew how Mr. Takada treated me, and decided to go that route.

“You want me back in that boy pussy? You need a man in there to make you his bitch?” Julian growled with an edge of youthful excitement that didn’t have the full alpha effect yet.

“Yah Yir,” I begged with my mouth stuffed. He slid the fingers out and left a trail of spit down my chest.

“Here we go, Colton. It’s ok, boy. We’ll take care of you,” Julian said in a softer voice as he took his fingers and began to push them gently into my hole. I knew what Julian was thinking. The focus on my hole took the focus off of his.

“Fuck, this has me so hard. Like watching two girls go at it,” Peter said and stood. He took his cock out and gripped it.

“You want to suck me, boy?” He said and walked closer to Julian. 

Julian wasn’t paying attention and probably thought he was talking to me until Peter smacked his fat brown cock against Julian’s cheek. It startled him and he pulled back.

“Oh, um. I think Colton wants it. Look at his empty lips. He could use a good pacifier,” Julian tried to pawn him off on me. Peter looked confused. Julian went back to focusing on my hole, but Peter poked him in the ear with his cock insistently.

Mr. Takada laughed and smacked Peter’s hard, floppy pole.

“Here, Julian you get down here between his legs. Let me show you how to really make him excited. Colton likes a fat cock in his mouth. He could use the practice too,” Mr. Takada said Julian looked at him with gratitude. 

Mr. Takada seemed to take this as Julian just wanting to ease into things. He was the boy’s guardian for the weekend.

“You want to suck on Mr. Li, Colton? I’ll show Julian what your hole can do then I promise I’ll fuck you right. Ok, boy?” Mr. Takada asked. I agreed happily.

Julian got on the floor between my legs and Mr. Takada turned Julian’s hand so it was palm up.

“It’s better to have them side by side instead of stacked like you’d do for a girl. Arc them up a little to really get at his spot. Just like that, and watch his face. You have to listen to his moans and they’ll guide you to the right place in there. You’re not just opening him up, you’re warming him up. When a boy pussy gets humming really good, it will pay your cock back when you fuck him,” Mr. Takada explained in a light, fatherly voice.

“Like this, sir?” Julian asked as Mr. Takada guided him. I screamed when he hit the right spot and Mr. Takada guided him to hold there and rub in slow circles. Peter took my open mouth as an invitation and shoved inside.

“There we go, boy. Open for daddy. That’s it, baby. Let him fuck you right and daddy’ll be in there soon,” Mr. Takada praised. 

He put a hand on Julian’s back and the other rubbed my chest and stomach. I moaned with my mouth full of Peter’s thick cock. It wasn’t Mr. Takada’s, but it still stretched my lips and made my jaw ache. I did love having a pacifier. It felt so zen.

“Oh wow, look at his cock. We haven’t even touched it and he’s drooling precum,” Julian noted curiously. I looked down at my cock and saw a line of precum roll down the shaft. Mr. Takada took his hand off of Julian and put it in his shorts to stroke himself. I laid there as the three Asian men dominated me. Every inch of my skin felt electrified as hands rubbed me, fingers probed me, and cock filled me.

“He should be open enough. Lube those fingers up with the real stuff and then you can get in there and wreck that hole,” Mr. Takada said. He reached over and Eizo found him a small bottle of lube.

“This is the warming stuff, not that he needs it,” Eizo laughed and went back to his work. Mr. Takada opened the bottle and Julian took out his fingers. I whimpered at the loss.

“Easy boy, he’s coming back,” Mr. Takada laughed and shook his head.

“Needy little pussy,” Julian joked to bond with my daddy. 

Daddy nodded.

“You want them really slick in there to work up a good pounding without hurting him. Just get back to that spot and then ram your fingers in and out to stroke it,” Mr. Takada said as he poured a generous amount on Julian’s fingers. 

Peter started to face-fuck me. He gripped my hair and held me in place while he pushed back into my throat.

“Fuck! You’re raising one hell of a cocksucker,” Peter praised. Mr. Takada nodded.

“He’s a good boy for daddy,” Mr. Takada agreed. 

Julian pushed back into me and Mr. Takada guided him over my spot. He rubbed it for a few seconds and then started to fuck.

“Just like that, get in there and show him why he begs for his man,” Mr. Takada encouraged.

“Look at his cock. It’s just throbbing at this. Wow,” Julian exclaimed.

“Don’t hold back. He’ll respect an alpha who knows how to work him,” Mr. Takada urged. 

Peter was face-fucking me hard now. He pushed in deeper and made me take my eyes off of Julian to look up at him.

“Fuck, boy. Fuck that feels good. I’m so close,” Peter said as our eyes locked. He rammed into me and stroked the half of his shaft that wouldn’t disappear in my boy mouth.

“Fuuuuuck,” he growled while I slurped him. 

He pulled my hair and started to fire off down my throat. I swallowed his hot shots of man juice. I gasped for air as his cum started to back into my nose and leak out around his shaft. He rough-fucked my mouth.

“Fuck,” His body tensed and jerked as he filled me with his seed. 

He kept his eyes locked on mine as my eyes watered from the assault. He shoved in one last time and then held me there as the last of his cum went down my throat. I squirmed on his cock as it stretched my aching throat. He was rougher than Mr. Takada would be. I wasn’t his love. I whimpered and he finally let me go and pulled out with another loud growl.

“That’s one good mouth, Jason. Worth whatever you spend on him,” Peter said as he put a hand to my cheek and gave it a playful swat.

“He’s a daddy’s boy, born to please,” Mr. Takada agreed. 

Peter used his thumb to push the leaking cum and snot from around my lips and nose down into my mouth. I swallowed his offering and thanked him.

“Pretty baby,” he said as he recovered his breath. 

He let go of me and then sank down onto the couch beside me. He put an arm around my back and rubbed me as he laid his head against my shoulder to watch Julian work my ass. Julian was banging into me while Mr. Takada gave him fatherly pointers. Mr. Takada rubbed my chest and offered encouragement.

“It feels so good,” I whined. My mouth hurt, but my ass felt fire at his touch. He slammed those fingers back and forth against my prostate as he rough-fucked my hole.

“Right there, see how his little boy-nuts are pulling up against his shaft. He’ll be squirting soon. When you can make a boy squirt just from working his pussy, he’ll be yours forever. This little one cums so easily. Daddy’s good boy,” Mr. Takada explained. 

He kissed me and bit on my lip.

“Wow, I see it! Fuck, that’s kinda hot,” Julian laughed. 

He had a hard rhythm as he pushed in and out of me. My abs kept tensing up from the waves of pleasure that rolled over me.

“Here we go, almost there. Arc those fingers up. Press hard. Stretch that pussy, boy. Make it yours. There you go. Colt’s so close. You have to know your pussy,” Mr. Takada coached.

“Oh! Fuck! Daddy!” I felt the cum rising in my shaft. I was right on the edge. 

I was either going to cum, piss, or sneeze; maybe all three. I felt myself teetering on the brink of losing control. Peter kissed down my shoulder and started to bite and suck on my left nipple. It was the last straw.

“Ahhhh!!” I screamed as my cock started to fire off. I shot hot spunk over my chest and hit Peter on the forehead.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I squealed as my body thrashed around on the couch. 

Peter held me and Mr. Takada put his hand on my chest to hold me down. Julian’s eyes lit up as he watched my fireworks show. He kept right on pistoning in and out of my hole with force.

“Fuccckkkk!” I whined like a little bitch and my cock kept bouncing back and forth on its own, spraying me and Peter with my seed.

“There we go, cum for daddy,” Mr. Takada praised. He looked at me with a proud smile. He’d just taught Julian how to give his first anal orgasm. He loved being a daddy.

“Look at all the seed. See what you made him do, Julian? A real man makes his boy finish first. He should always know his daddy will take care of his boy’s needs before his own,” Mr. Takada instructed.

“I’ve never seen that before! I didn’t even know it was possible!” Julian exclaimed.

“Pretty cool, huh? When you know how to work a boy properly, they can do amazing things. Now he’s calming down so you want to give him some praise and affection. Boys need that reassurance. Get up there next to him and hold him. He earned some cock in his hole for being daddy’s good boy,” Mr. Takada said. 

Julian slid his fingers out of me and grabbed a towel to clean off the lube from them.

“You ready, baby?” Mr. Takada asked. I was still recovering, but I nodded weakly and begged for it with a feeble, “Yes… sir…. Please.”

Julian came up to my right side and put an arm around me. I looked down to see his speedo was tented and wet with his precum. He’d really been into it. I slid my hand down his chest and grabbed his bulge. He didn’t pull back like he had with Peter. We had a bond now.

“Can I touch it?” I whispered to Julian as Mr. Takada was lubing up his shaft.

“I guess so. Dude your cock was like possessed,” he laughed. 

I slid my hand into his speedo and felt a nice, thick shaft. He wasn’t super hung like the two daddies, but he had a handful.

“Thanks, bro. That felt pretty good,” I mumbled happily. 

Our lips were inches apart. I knew he didn’t want to kiss me, we just happened to be that close to each other. I pulled his cock out of the speedos and remembered Peter was on my other side. He looked over my chest to see what Julian had. It was a lighter color than Peter’s cock but still darker than mine.

“Mmmm that’s my pussy,” Mr. Takada growled as he started to shove into me. “Yeah bring that pussy up here,” he added as he grabbed my hips and dragged me to the edge of the couch.

“Fuck, daddy!” I screamed as he pushed into me. He stretched me with that fat, daddy cock.

He filled me and shoved in deep to my warmed up hole as I cried out and jerked on Julian’s cock. My eyes got screwed up from the intense pleasure. Mr. Takada reached down and put his hand on my throat, rubbing my adam’s apple with his thumb.

“That pussy knows who owns it, doesn’t it boy? Just for daddy’s cock?” He growled.

“Yes! Sir! Fuck! Sir! Please!” I looked up at him and begged as he filled my body with hot pulses of electricity. It felt like he was fucking my whole body. “So! Good! Daddy!”

He leaned down over me, looking over the three faces side by side as we watched an alpha own his bottom boy. Mr. Takada put his thumb to my lips and opened my mouth then spit into it as he pistoned his cock in and out of the hole he dominated.

“Swallow what daddy gives you. Yeah! Needy little pussy boy,” He said harshly. I swallowed his spit. It tasted like him and I wanted more.

“That’s my boy,” he sneered then kissed me. 

He shoved his tongue into me while I jerked on Julian’s cock and felt my hole being plowed.

“I love you so much, Colton. There’s nothing I won’t do for my boy,” he said tenderly as he pulled his lips from mine.

“I love you too, daddy,” I whimpered as he stuffed me with his cock.

“So fucking good,” he hissed and sped up on me. 

He leaned over and gave Julian a kiss on the cheek. I thought maybe he would do the same to Peter, but he didn’t. He liked boys. I don’t know why I expected that he would. Mr. Takada just seemed to take over as an alpha’s alpha wherever he was. Men followed him and it made me proud to be his boy.

“Give Julian a kiss,” Peter told me. “Thank him for the way he opened that pussy for your daddy.” He pushed my face to Julian’s and we looked at each other. 

I gave him a shrug to say we should probably do it. He hadn’t done much to engage for Peter’s pleasure. He nodded.

“There you go,” Peter said as my lips touched Julian’s. 

He kept his lips closed to give me a stage kiss. I felt Peter’s hand grip Julian’s cock just underneath where I was tugging at it. He lifted his hand to knock mine off. He was using the distraction of the kiss to make his play for Julian’s body.

“Give him some tongue, Julian.” Mr. Takada urged. “A boy loves to feel a man inside him. He’ll show his appreciation by sucking on your gift. A good boy always shows his gratitude.”

Julian obliged as Peter fisted his cock. Julian pushed his tongue past my lips as he raised a hand up my chest and cupped my cheek like a boy does to his girl.

“There we go! Oh fuck, Colton. That pussy is grabbing onto my cock and massaging it. I think you’re going to cum again, baby,” Mr. Takada alerted me. 

I realized my cock hadn’t gone down and it was throbbing as it pushed against Mr. Takada’s abs while he leaned down over me and fucked the pussy he owned. I was on the edge again. This whole afternoon was overwhelming my senses.

“Fuck, I’m gonna!” I heard Julian warn as his lips pulled off of me. 

I looked down and watched Peter’s fist yank on Julian’s cock and then his cum just started to fly everywhere. I moved my face but it hit me right on my lips. Another shot went up to his chin. He was shooting like crazy and let out this deep masculine groan. 

I turned my face and he looked me right in the eyes as he came. He had that fierce look Mr. Takada gets when he seeds his boy. Julian wasn’t a pussy boy.

“Fuck,” he hissed and watched me as I licked his cum off my lip. 

I felt Mr. Takada’s hand on my cock. He stroked me three times slowly and then I was firing off again. Julian and I locked eyes as we both came.

“Ahhh!” I squealed like the bottom boy that I am. Julian laughed as he let his last shot fly. He laid back against the couch and curled his lip up with an “Aww yeah.”

“There’s my good pussy. Cum for daddy,” Mr. Takada said. He pushed deep inside me and I felt his cock go rigid and start to throb.

“Fuck, boy. Here it comes. Take daddy’s seed,” he groaned and started to fire off into me.

“That’s a pretty little hole,” Peter said as he sat up and looked down between my legs.

“Take it, boy,” Mr. Takada grunted as he shoved all the way in and emptied his load into ny hole. Peter rubbed a finger harshly between my hole and my balls. I was spent and laid out on the couch sucking up daddy’s seed inside me.

“Pretty little cunt-boy,” Peter said. He reached over between Julian’s legs and finally got a peek at his hole too. Julian was spent and rubbed his cheek on my shoulder.

Peter touched Julian’s hole and Julian shot up with surprise while Mr. Takada dropped the last of his seed with a daddy growl.

“Hey, woah,” Julian said, suddenly wide awake.

“Just looking, boy. I love a good brown boy hole and this one is fresh out of the box,” Peter said. 

He gave Julian’s hole a rub as the boy looked to me for help. I was too spent to be of any use. If he wanted to get in with the daddies, he needed to relax his sexuality walls a little.

“Can’t wait to open it and show you how good it feels,” Peter said. Julian blushed.

“Yeah… someday,” Julian said. 

Mr. Takada pushed Peter off so he could lie down on top of me. He was sweaty and exhausted. He laid between my legs and kissed me.

I needed to get Julian alone, there was so much to discuss, but I was ready to pass out in Mr. Takada’s hold. 

He recovered his breath, kissed me, then raised up to clean off his cock with the big beach towel. He wiped me down next then put on his shorts and backpack. He packed up my speedo and singlet in the bag and then wrapped the big beach towel around me and carried me back to our room. 

Julian followed us and the three of us shared a shower then a nap. Julian slept on one side of the bed while the other two of us wrapped up on the other side.

I hoped we’d have time later. I couldn’t believe Eizo and Mr. Takada had discussed so openly what they’d done to me and what Eizo had done to many others. As much as I should have hated Mr. Takada, my body still craved him and I knew I couldn’t let him get in trouble for whatever he’d done.

Even if they could fix me, I wasn’t sure I wanted that. 

If Miguel Montes was just some character made up by a Hollywood writer, then that meant I’d be going back to Old Colton. That Colton had family back in Utah but they’d put him away in an anti-gay camp and then shipped him off with Mr. Takada when that went south. 

If Mr. Takada went to jail and I was still seventeen, then that meant the state system. I’d likely end up in some group home in south LA and never have a shot at going to college or any kind of future.

It was a no win situation. 

If Eizo went down, he might take Mr. Takada with him. We had to stop them and get help for Julian’s brother, but could I really send them to jail? Could I do that to the man I begged for? The man who rocked me to sleep in his arms? The man who made me feel like I was the most important boy on earth?

I knew what I needed to do. 

Julian was intent on torching the world. He had a right to his anger and he needed to rescue his brother, but he also didn’t care who went down in the process. 

I needed to talk to Mr. Takada, tell him everything and see what he would say. He wasn’t innocent in this, but he truly loved Colton and thought this was for his best. I trusted him with my body, my hole, my life. He might be able to help fix Julian’s twin and bring him back.

It was worth a try.

Chapter 29 - The Boy & The Agency

Story Recap: Colton finds out his mind was wiped by Eizo Kimura who’s done it to many other boys at his clinic to turn them into submissives for wealthy daddies. He’s working with Julian Cheng, whose twin brother Jackson was also taken. Colton is still completely addicted to his owner; Jason Takada, a mixed-Asian muscle-daddy. 

Now Julian’s gone undercover as a boy needing a daddy. He goes with them to a daddy/boy weekend in Palm Springs to get close to Eizo and bust the operation wide open. Will he become a victim too?

{Tabula Colton}

[The Boy and the Agency]

Superman tank top, blue running tights, running shorts, tennis shoes, and a zip-up hoodie; I was ready for a hike in the woods and a long talk with daddy. 

It would be my only chance to get him alone this weekend. He had so many friends here and people begging for his time. I needed to tell him what was going on. I knew he loved Colton, loved me. I knew he would find a way to fix this and get Julian’s twin Jackson back from Hong Kong.

“I can’t believe you wanted to do this. You hate heights!” Mr. Takada said as he walked back from the bathroom and buttoned up a tight green polo that hugged his firm daddy pecs. 

I’d had to get him alone. I begged to skip the boy-training courses and instead go on an adventure with just the two of us.

The resort lobby had a wall of brochures. There was one for an aerial tram up to Mt. San Jacinto where there were quiet hiking trails, restaurants, souvenir shops, and a view of the Coachella Valley. 

It was away from the constant attention at the Daddy-sub conference where we were spending a three-day weekend. He agreed reluctantly, but we had to be back by lunchtime for a meeting he had with other daddies.

“I love heights! I always go hiking,” I said and then realized that wasn’t true. 

Like most of my memories, they’d been implanted by the brain wipe Eizo had done. Colton didn’t hike, Miguel did. I wasn’t sure which of those two guys I was anymore.

“Sure, sure you do,” Mr. Takada rolled his eyes. 

He put his hand in the center of my back and pushed me towards the door of our hotel room. I thought it would be difficult getting Julian out of the way, but he woke up early saying he wanted to go on an early hike with Peter.

We stopped into the dining hall for a quick breakfast before we headed out. Mr. Takada sent me to the buffet while he went to join Mr. Massoud and the guys. I grabbed a plate and looked back at him. He turned to me too and winked then headed to the table. 

Just as Mr. Takada looked away though…

I felt an arm slide around my waist and yank me violently back against a muscled column of man. 

A hand clapped my mouth before I could scream, and he pulled me through a glass door and into the garden. I tried to kick him, elbow him. He was immovable. He pulled me through the garden and out an emergency exit. I struggled in his hold, but he wasn’t letting me go.

“Colton! Settle down!” I heard Julian say and I turned my eyes to see him in the parking lot next to a large, black SUV. My captor carried me over to him and Julian opened the back door so he could shove me inside.

“What the fuck, dude?” I said through teary eyes. 

I gasped for breath and felt my face flush with anger. I looked over behind me and tried to grab the door handle, but it had the safety lock on.

“Colton! Settle! The fuck! Down!” Julian barked. 

He reached into the pocket of my shorts and took the white square phone Mr. Takada had given me.

“No! Please! Please!” I begged, but he tossed it out and closed the door. My hulking captor got into the driver’s seat and we sped away. I punched Julian in the chest. He was pushed back, but then he came at me and did some crazy wrestling move to pin me chest-down on the seat.

“I said settle down. He’s here to help us,” Julian growled in my ear.

“I don’t want help. I want out!” I cried. 

I looked back at Julian who eyed me with sympathy.

“I know, Colton. It’s the code in your head. It panics at the thought of being away from him. But it’s not real. It’s not you. Just listen to me. Will you listen? I’ll let you up if you promise,” he said.

“Fine…” I sniffed back a wad of snot and tears. 

He let me up and I struggled from underneath him. He helped me put on my seatbelt as the hulk driver got on the freeway heading back towards Los Angeles.

“We don’t have time to waste, Colton. It had to be like this. The agency is ready to take you and they need to get that code out of your head before this becomes permanent. They’re going to help you. And! Their counterpart in Beijing is rescuing Jackson! They can’t undo the code, but they can reconstruct him and overwrite it to give him back some of what he lost,” Julian bounced excitedly.

“I can’t leave him, Julian. I don’t want this. It hurts,” I begged and looked out the window to see Palm Springs disappear behind us.

“Bro, you’re sick. You don’t know what you want. Real you is buried under a layer of commands and clouds! You can be with him if you want, but shouldn’t that be YOUR decision and not some programmer’s code? You need help.” Julian look genuinely surprised I wasn’t thanking him.

I stared out the window as we passed the mountain tram I was supposed to be on with Mr. Takada. It felt so cold away from his arms. I was numb for the two hours drive back to LA.

We ended up in a hillside neighborhood overlooking the giant cranes and ships of the port and the endless blue of the Pacific. We climbed up and over a hill that led behind a large office building to a nearly empty business park.

“Just listen to the doctor. I can’t force you to do this, it may even be too late. But they think they can help you and if it works they might be able to help my brother.” Julian ended with a note of sadness. 

He reached over and took my hand, held it as the driver parked us in a row of empty spaces outside the shiny building.

“You’ll cooperate? Just listen to them, ok?” Julian asked as he pulled me from the backseat. 

Everything felt numb. I’d never been this far away from Mr. Takada. A cool breeze floated in and chilled me to the bone. I reached for him, missing Mr. Takada’s warm chest. I hugged him.

“It’s so cold.” I shivered. He put his arms around me with a deep sigh.

“He’s turned you into this needy little mess, dude. It’s not who you were,” Julian said.

We went inside to an empty waiting room and a man in scrubs popped his head out. The driver came in behind us and nodded to the doctor. He came at me with a warm smile like I was mentally damaged.

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An hour later I was sitting on an exam table with Julian while Dr. Medic showed a 3D image of my brain on a big screen. 

He kept pointing excitedly and using big words I didn’t understand.

“Wait!” he yelled when he finally registered my blank expression. “This is your brain. Let me apply the color layer here to show you what they did to you. It’s really quite beautiful! Such artistry! We thought we knew what they’d done, but it’s much more invasive than I could have predicted. The team will freak when they see this!”

He bounced to a computer and hit a few buttons on it. The 3D image showed rifts, ridges, and valleys that began to fill with little pink lines. They stretched their way along the valleys then connected over the ridges and burrowed deep into the interior.

“It’s so tiny but it’s into everything. Every signal your brain sends out gets coated in this craving for him! Think of it like a drug addiction you have no control over. You’ll do anything and everything he wants! It’s stunning!” Dr. Medic had this excited gleam in his eyes.

I hopped off the table and went to look at the model of my brain. Dr. Medic put it into motion and I saw the little pink lines exploding and wiggling in a dance of light and sparks. 

It was happening inside me, this virus or alien body or whatever it was. It controlled what I felt, what I wanted, what I thought. How could he have done this to me? I rubbed my head trying to feel it or kill it. How could he do that to the boy he loved?

“But we can fix it?” Julian asked, squeezing my hand. He wanted his brother back.

“Fix it?” Dr. Medic looked at us like we were loons. “Oh… I suppose we should. I’ll need time to study it though. This isn’t what I expected. It’s much more intricate. I need the research team. I’ll call them in right away.”

“What do I do with him until then? And my brother? They did the same to him!” Julian flared.

“The team in China will get to him in the morning. They’re good, but… This isn’t going to be a simple fix. You’ll need to keep him somewhere safe for a few days,” Dr. Medic seemed unconcerned by our plight. He was back at the computer playing with the brain model.

“How safe will $50,000 keep us?” I asked. 

The anger growing inside me made me remember the bank account where Colton had stashed money for his escape. Julian’s eyes lit up.

“There’s the old Colton,” he smiled. “I have the credit card at home! It has a $10,000 limit against the account! We can find a hotel for a few days where Takada won’t get to us.”

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We checked in to a lower end hotel a mile off the beach that had one of those knock-off starbuck’s coffee huts in the lobby. We’d given the cash we had to the security guard driver since neither of us was old enough to rent a hotel room on our own. He checked us in and said he would be back by 9 the next morning. He gave us his cell to call for any emergencies.

“Why didn’t he stay with us? Isn’t this one of those government agencies where we get a security team and safe house somewhere?” I asked Julian as we lugged our bags up to the room. 

He’d grabbed one of my bags that morning when I headed down for breakfast. It was a bag that had a mix of mine and Mr. Takada’s clothes. It was enough to get started.

“This isn’t exactly the government… well, it is, but not ours.” Julian looked a little guilty. I raised an eyebrow. He opened the door to our small, unassuming room.

“Eizo’s technology is way beyond what researchers anywhere in the world can do. You heard what Dr. Medic said. The technology in your head is worth billions, especially if they can find out how to reverse it.” Julian remarked.

“I’m a science project?” I asked and rubbed my head. 

None of this made any sense. I looked at him hopelessly and felt the verge of tears. As angry as I was, I kept hoping Mr. Takada would burst through the door and pull me into his arms.

“A very expensive one, and lucky for you it’s valuable to find a way to fix you and keep you alive. Why don’t you go take a bath and I’ll grab dinner.” Julian put his hands on my shoulders and guided me towards the bathroom.

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I laid in the tub until I heard Julian come back and turn on the television. I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist then went out to see what he’d brought back. 

He was sitting on the King sized bed (they were out of the 2-bed rooms) and opening a container of Chinese food while watching some Nascar on the tv.

“This place had five stars on yelp! I ordered some white people food for you,” Julian laughed. He used chopsticks to shovel the noodles with vegetables into his mouth.

I flopped down next to him on the bed and opened a carton of white rice with chicken and vegetables in a lemon sauce. He sat cross-legged against the headboard in his shorts and t-shirt enjoying his food and racing while I picked at the food. 

My stomach was empty, but didn’t want food. I was horny.

I felt this growing, insatiable craving for Mr. Takada’s salty, thick cum. It was sick and twisted of me, but I couldn’t help myself. 

I set down the food and reached for Julian’s lap. I rubbed his crotch and he jumped, almost choking on his noodles. He coughed and looked at me with horror. It lit a fire in me.

“Dude! We aren’t doing that!” He shot. It was the first time I’d felt rejection and it stung.

“Please. I need it,” I licked my lips. “It’s not me, it’s the brain worm in my head.”

“No, Colton. C’mon dude. Just settle down until we can get this fixed. Ok?” Julian pleaded.

“You took me away from what I need. You’re the man here and… you have to help me. I don’t know how long I can fight it without running to him,” I begged. I felt so depraved and dirty begging for the his straight jock seed.

“Colton, seriously. I’m not gay like that. It’s not cool, bro,” Julian pushed me away.

“It’s all I can think about. I need it.” I looked up at him with pitiful eyes and squeezed his bulge.

“Ahhh fuck.” Julian sighed. 

He shoveled another mouthful of whatever it was into his mouth and then set down the container. “But I’m not fucking you. You can play with yourself.”

He spread his legs out in front of him and pushed down his shorts. His soft, brown cock laid against his thighs with a bush of black pubes. I leaned down and kissed it while he finished the food in his mouth. He turned up the Nascar race and folded his arms behind his back as if to say he was not going to participate in this.

“You want to play with my hole? You liked it last time,” I looked up at him and kissed his jock boy abs. I tried to look cute, but I was lost in the straight world.

“Uh no. I’m good. Hurry up with this,” Julian said. 

He reached for his carton of Chinese food and pretended like there wasn’t a guy playing with his cock. I gripped his shaft and it started to stand up in my hold. I kissed around it, lapped at his nuts, and watched them contract in pleasure.

I kissed down the inside of his left thigh and then back up on his right as I slowly tugged on his cock. It stood to attention pretty quickly in my grip. I tugged on his cock and rubbed my other hand up under his shirt. I pet his smooth abs and slid up to tweak his nipples. I kissed his balls again and then slowly slid my tongue up his shaft.

I looked up at him to see he wasn’t watching his race anymore. He was looking down at me as he shoved a bite of noodles into his mouth. He pushed his hips up so his hard cock poked against my chin. He wanted me to get down to it.

“Talk to me, like he does,” I begged. I kissed the tip of his cock and then slurped it like a sucker.

“Oh yeah, little pussy boy needs his something or other,” Julian said in a monotone mock of Mr. Takada’s filthy words. He laughed when I looked up at him with annoyance.

“This sucks. I wanna go home,” I said and rested my chin on his cock.

“No no! Ok ok we can do this. Sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you. I know your brain needs this,” Julian offered. 

He set down his dinner on the side table and slid up his shirt. He tossed it away and pushed off his shorts. He patted his chest for me to come up to him.

“Maybe I can just call him to come over and fuck me. Then when he’s asleep I’ll sneak out and we can go to the appointment tomorrow,” I backed away from him. I was feeling bad enough being a total fiend for dick and him making fun of me made it worse.

“No, Colton! I know this sucks for you. I know you can’t control it. Come here,” he said. 

I sat up and crawled to his side. My towel fell off and my hard cock flopped between my legs. He pulled me into his side and put an arm around me.

“Look, dude. I’m not going to pretend this is my thing. I know your little brain craves a man to pound you and treat you like a little sex toy. You can’t help that. You need it. I can’t worry all night about you running off. I’ll try, ok?” Julian asked. 

He saw I was unconvinced so he put his lips to mine and rubbed a hand over my hair. He pulled me into his chest and my pleasure sensors started to fire. His warmth spread through me. He rubbed his other hand down to my ass and gave it a squeeze.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled instinctively as he rubbed a finger down between my ass cheeks. I gasped and our eyes locked. He saw how helpless I was and knew what I needed.

“You’re such a little pussy-boy. Look how you moan and beg with the simplest touch. You want me to fuck you like I fuck my girls?” Julian’s voice dropped an octave and he looked at me with hunger.

“Yes, sir. Please. Make me your bitch,” I whined. I rubbed my ass back against his hand.

“You want me to suck on your little boy tits? Does that make your tight boyhole happy?” he asked. He leaned down and kissed my chest then bit on my right nipple until I yelled out in pain.

“Ahhh, fuck. Please,” I whimpered. I tried to wiggle away, but he just lunged onto the other one and gripped it with his teeth, licking the tip and sucking.

“Fuck yeah, get down there and suck my cock like a good boy,” Julian gripped my hair and pushed me down to his throbbing cock. He shoved it past my lips and I slurped the shaft as it made its way towards my throat.

“Daddy’s good little cocksucker, aren’t you? You’re my little slutboy?” Julian growled as he face-fucked me. His cock pushed my gag reflex though it wasn’t nearly as thick as Mr. Takada’s.

“Huhhhh. I’m super close,” he groaned. He slammed me down on it and I knew he was close to cumming. 

It was way too soon. Mr. Takada would have stretched it out until I begged for it.

“Fuccckkk,” Julian spat and his body started to twist and jerk.

“Take it, slutboy. Take daddy’s seed,” Julian groaned. He started to shoot down my throat. It was all wrong. I swallowed his seed as he pulled my hair and pushed deep inside me.

“So fucking good,” he howled as his abs spasmed and he rammed his cock into me. He growled and held me there on his cock as he calmed. He wasn’t a daddy and certainly not mine, but he was doing his best.