A/N: This is pure porn with a tiny bit of plot—because seriously, why has no one capitalized on the opportunity of Kendall having a daddy kink brought on by the fact that his own father isn't around, shame on you, fandom. This fic is rated NC-17 and contains the following: foul language, references to past underage sex, references to underage drinking, large age difference, comments that may be construed as kink-shaming, kink negotiations, references to feminization, references to sounding, daddy kink with dom/sub undertones, underwear kink, praise kink, humiliation kink, anal plugs, spanking, oral sex, face-fucking, deep-throating, cock worship, felching, snowballing, come-eating, come-play, voyeurism, dirty talk, frottage, handcuffs, anal fingering, anal fisting, rimming, vibrators/dildos, cock rings, overstimulation, begging, barebacking, multiple orgasms, double penetration with cock and dildo, facials, aftercare, and slight oral fixations. If any of that makes you squick then don't read this. It's pure filth and probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written. If you're okay with any of the listed items, then enjoy reading and lemme know whatcha think. Also, I swear I never meant for it to be this long, it was only meant to be a oneshot, holy crap!

"Carlos thinks you're boring now."

Not exactly what Kendall expected to hear at 3:34 on a Friday afternoon but there it was.

Green eyes flicked up from where they'd been reading his lit book, eyebrow arched in disbelief as he looked at his best friend and study partner, Logan. When the brunet had invited him for a study session at the university's library, he kinda figured they'd, ya know, study, not have a discussion over how the missing member of their trio of best friends now found the blond to be boring.

Although judging by the wince on Logan's face, Carlos wasn't the only one who felt that way.

Kendall sat there stunned for a long moment, not entirely sure he'd heard his friend right because no way in hell had he just been called boring. "What?"

Logan continue to wince, rubbing the back of his neck in his go-to nervous tick. "Yeeeeeah," he drew the word out, obviously reluctant to have this conversation but determined to do it anyway. Kendall began questioning his motives for the impromptu library hang, wondering if Carlos had put Logan up to this. "He says you've gotten boring lately and that you're no fun anymore."

Kendall slumped back in his seat, nearly wincing himself at the movement and the way it caused the plug to pull at the rim of his hole. Kind of ironic really, being told that he was boring now while he had an ass full of his boyfriend's come and three inches of black rubber holding it inside him since an early morning fucking that day. He shuffled in his seat, struggling to find a position on the hard wood chair that didn't put pressure on the plug or cause his boxers to grate against a cock that was aching so bad, Kendall was surprised it hadn't just mutinied and detached itself from his body in search of some relief.

Thank god it hadn't. He didn't wanna think about how James would react if Kendall's dick suddenly disappeared on him. It was bad enough the elder man had plugged him up after coming bareback inside him and forced him to go to his classes without washing up, refusing to let him even touch the dried come on his stomach. He wanted the blond full of him, covered in evidence of their fucking so everyone would know he was James' good little boy.

The memory of those husky words being rasped in his ear had him shivering and he rubbed at his flannel covered arms, pretending like he had a cold chill.

He forced himself to focus on the present, on his current conversation with Logan, on the comment that he was now boring in Carlos' eyes. Seemed like a rather random statement, something that had come outta nowhere with zero prompting.

Although once he thought about it further, maybe it wasn't as random as he believed it to be.

"Is this 'cause I won't go to that club with him tonight?" Kendall questioned, brow drawn in confusion and offense, pen tapping against his notebook. "'Cause he can get the fuck over it. Not my fault I already had plans with James."

Logan snorted and rolled his eyes, once again making his disapproval of Kendall's boyfriend known. "Plans to do what? Catch the early bird special at the Golden Corral before watching Antiques Roadshow and going to bed at eight?"

Kendall's frown turned to a glare, heated eyes narrowing at his best friend as his jaw clenched. He was so fucking sick of these jokes. After eight months of it, he'd more than had enough, fist clenching around his highlighter in annoyance.

But he didn't punch his friend, didn't even threaten violence the way the old Kendall of a year ago would have. No, this time, he took a few calming breaths like he'd been taught before answering in a calm, rational voice.

"He'd not that old and you know it."

"Dude, thirty is kinda old," Logan argued, sounding too much like Carlos for Kendall's liking. "Especially when you yourself are just this side of eighteen."

And there it was, Logan's monthly "he's too old and the age gap is too wide" argument. He rolled his eyes in response to it, knowing it was useless to try and argue about how a large age gap like that wasn't as taboo anymore and that girls his age dated guys James' age all the time. He honestly didn't see the problem with it. They were both legal consenting adults who were ridiculously attracted to each other and cared about one another a whole helluva lot. The only problem Kendall ever had with their relationship was Logan constantly bringing up the age gap and why it was a bad thing.

"I mean, it's kinda creepy when you think about it," Logan continued, Kendall rolling his eyes again. "It just seems like you're only with him to deal with some deep seeded daddy issues."

"Oh my god!" Kendall groaned, head lolling back at yet another repetitive argument.

"It's true though!" Logan insisted, sounding like his assessment was the only truth in the entire situation. "Can you honestly sit there and tell me that your being with a man James' age has nothing to do with your dad bailing when you were a kid?"

It had everything to do with that, but Kendall wasn't about to admit it, pride refusing to tell his friend he was right. The age gap had been the thing that had brought him and James together in the first place, when the businessman realized that the young male in the corner booth was not only not allowed to drink, but not allowed to be in the bar in the first place. Kendall had stated that illegal underage drinking wasn't the worst of his crimes, rattling off a list of petty offenses and minor legal trouble he'd gotten into over the years. James had questioned where his parents were and why they were allowing such a thing to happen, Kendall then confessing his mom was always working and his dad hadn't been around since he was three.

A dangerous light had gleamed in the brunet's eyes as he slid closer to the blond, hand resting high on Kendall's leg. "Maybe that's what you need then," he'd growled in the teenager's ear, voice a harsh whisper as his fingers had rubbed up and down a denim clad thigh. "A daddy to set you straight, to put you on the right path, to bend you over his knee and spank you until your ass was raw and your lesson was learned."

Kendall had shivered at his words, hand clasping tightly to his glass of beer, the condensation adding slick to already sweaty palms. "That so?" he'd rasped out, heart thudding, cock stirring, stomach flipping. He'd had no idea it was a kink, but after it'd been put in his head, he'd been dying to try it out.

James' hand had wrapped around Kendall's burgeoning erection, squeezing him through his jeans and making him gasp. "What do you say, baby boy? Wanna come home and let Daddy teach you a lesson?"

The teenager had only been able to nod, lips parted as he struggled to gain air, his entire body thrumming with arousal and excitement. He'd gotten his first "good boy" shortly after, following his new daddy out the bar and into his sleek sports car.

Now, eight months later, Kendall had gotten his shit together. He managed to get his high school diploma through some sorta miracle and was now living with James as the businessman paid for his college education. His grades were near perfect, his behavior even better, and he knew it was all because of his daddy straightening him out.

'Course he never fully told anyone that. He simple told half-truths about wanting to make himself better and more worthy for James. And while his mom hadn't entirely approved of their relationship at first, she gave them the benefit of the doubt after Kendall's turning over a new leaf, soon growing to adore James as she got to know him. She still worried of course, but Kendall figured that would happen no matter what the age of his boyfriend, solely due to the fact that she was his mom.

Really, aside from Logan's constant commentary on it being creepy and Carlos' apparent belief that Kendall was now "boring", it seemed like everyone approved of him and James being together, including the blond's younger sister who seemed to hate anything that wasn't money.

Then again, James was loaded, so that might have something to do with it.

Still seated at the library table, Kendall resorting to his own go-to motion for dealing with Logan's commentary: rolling his eyes. "Stop psycho-analyzing me, Mitchell," he ordered, glaring at his friend from across the table. "I don't have daddy issues, I don't think I'm with James outta some need to replace a missing father figure, and I most definitely don't need you inferring otherwise."

It was all bullshit—aside from the last part—but yet again, he wasn't gonna say otherwise. Certain kinks were acceptable in life, a light bit of bondage here, a little bit of role playing there. But if his friends knew the extent of where things went with him and James, they'd never look at him the same way again. The term "kink shaming" didn't even come close to describing what would happen there.

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but Kendall cut him off with a raised hand, silently telling him to shut it.

"No, just forget it," he suggested, gathering his school supplies and shoving them into his army green canvas messenger bag. "I gotta get home anyway."

The brunet smirked, twirling his highlighter as he watched the other guy rise to his feet. "Why? Got a curfew?"

Kendall just flipped him off as he walked away, refusing to admit that was pretty much exactly why.

Kendall made it home a few minutes before four, hanging his keys on their designated hook by the door before dropping his bag on the table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen. James usually didn't get home until after six, later on Fridays due to weekend traffic, giving him plenty time to finish his chores.

He had a quick snack before setting to work, starting by emptying the dishwasher. It was still kinda hard to believe that he actually did his chores, considering his refusal to do that very thing when he still lived with his mom. But the day he'd moved in with James, shortly after turning eighteen—using the convenient excuse that it was closer to campus, which it was—the businessman had gone through a list of housework Kendall had to do during the day. The teenager had laughed at him, muttering a "yeah right". Later that night, he'd gotten his first taste of the paddle and had spent his sleeping hours plugged up, his orgasm lurking just there the whole time. From then on, he did all his chores without complaint and before James got home from work.

Dishes put away, he set to work tidying the kitchen, wiping off the counters and stove. He followed that up with a quick dusting and straightening up in the living room before sweeping the entire house. He double-checked everything was done and perfect and up to James' standards, then filled out as much of the grocery list as possible, knowing they were gonna go shopping the next day, a trip they did together. Cooking was James' domain, he preparing most of their meals, so Kendall wasn't entirely sure what exactly would be needed, but he still managed to get a majority of it written out.

Everything was done by five, giving him an hour to do some studying. Grabbing his bag, he headed upstairs to the library, knowing that that was the designated homework space. It still struck him as surreal that he lived in a house big enough to have such a room. Then again, a lot of his life in recent times was pretty fucking surreal, including his arrangement with the older man he called his boyfriend. James let him live there rent free, paid for his college, his car, his food and clothing and any other expenses. All Kendall had to do was obey the guy and be a good boy.

Not that it was really a hardship. A lot of it involved sex and it just so happened they shared a lot of the same kinks. Plus it wasn't like Kendall was gonna turn down a good fuck with a man as gorgeous as James.

Time flew when Kendall settled in to study and soon enough his watch was beeping, signaling it was six o'clock. He cleaned up his books, putting everything in his bag and his bag on its own hook, feeling good about the headway he'd made. Flipping the light off, he left the library and headed up to the third floor and the master suite located there.

He made his way into the walk-in closet, going over to his side and pulling open the top drawer on the right: the drawer of his briefs that James wanted him to wear. Kendall actually preferred wearing boxers and while the older man was fine with his boy wearing them out and about, when he was home, he had to wear the briefs that were bought for him. His daddy liked the way they hugged his ass and cock, putting everything on display for them. He'd frequently glide his hand over the soft cotton in teasing manners, groping a pert ass, squeezing a nice dick, sometimes even going to so far as to sliding his hand through the slit and holding it while they watch TV, liking how it filled in his grip from just his touch alone.

And Kendall had to admit he liked wearing them, enjoyed the groans his daddy let out when he bent over while wearing them, enjoyed the way his hazel eyes darkened when the blond sauntered his way through the house in them, enjoyed playing with the elastic band and gasping as it snapped on his skin, teasing his daddy with thoughts of other activities that would produce similar sounds. He felt sexy, powerful in a way he'd never felt before, knowing that a simple pair of undies could get his daddy's blood pumping and cock hardening.

So yeah, while Kendall had preferred his boxers—and still did—he didn't mind being told to wear solely the tighter underpants around the house, his morning routine now including being informed as to what pair he needed to put on after school.

Only he couldn't remember what color James had told him to wear that day. He'd been too busy trying not to come again as the plug had been worked into his hole and his rim played with.

A swear left him on a breath, hand scratching his cheek. Shit, he needed to shave, meaning he had no time to fuck around and try to remember. He grabbed a pair of purple briefs, hoping to win points by wearing James' favorite color, knowing he was fucked in a bad way no matter what.

He quickly stripped, tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper. He took his time with his boxers, carefully maneuvering them around his cock, feeling the plug pull at his hole with every move. It'd been torture all day, feeling it move around in him, not enough to actually please or do anything, just enough to be a teasing reminder. The stretch put his nerves on edge, but he still felt empty and needy and it had taken every ounce of willpower he had to not escape to a bathroom and just bring himself off.

But James had told him not to touch himself, to leave the plug in, to keep himself full of the elder male's come, and Kendall was determined to be a good boy, knowing they got treats.

Briefs on, he shaved quickly and thoroughly, fixing his hair and making sure he looked good. Or at least as good as he could look after a long day at university and no shower in over twenty-four hours. Dried come still clung to his stomach, sticking some of the hairs of his happy trail together. He wasn't looking forward to dealing with that shit at all.

When Kendall was satisfied with his appearance, he entered the main part of the master suite, positioning himself on the end of the bed as he was supposed to. His legs were held together, pressing uncomfortably against the hard swell of his cock and he was once again hit with the overwhelming urge to bring himself some sorta physical relief.

No. He was a good boy. And James would be home soon. He only had to wait a little longer.

If he didn't fucking explode first.

Kendall had no idea how long he sat there. The angle he sat at meant he couldn't see the alarm clock on James' nightstand or his phone screen as it sat on his own. He had a feeling it was longer than usual but wasn't entirely sure if it actually was or if the anticipation of his daddy's arrival made time seem to stretch out. His body was wound up, getting worse by the minute. Sitting still had his muscles tensed up, shaking slightly from the effort of keeping his back straight and his hands on his knees. He tried shifting a couple times to take pressure off his ass, the plug tugging at him with every movement, causing his still hard dick to twitch in response. Keeping James' come inside him all day had seemed like a good idea in theory, but the constant stretch of his rim was proving to be torturous. He needed it taken out and his daddy's cock slid in, and soon.

Finally, fucking finally, he heard James' sports car pull into the driveway and park. He heard the front door open and the security code activated. Several long minutes passed, Kendall digging his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from crying out in need, knowing James was going through his usual after-work routine. He'd sort through the mail Kendall left on the table by the front door, taking it to his home office and putting each letter in its designated cubby. Unless he was feeling particularly torturous that day and wanted to make his boy wait longer, meaning he'd open the mail right then and there and deal with each item immediately.

Kendall found himself sending up a silent prayer for James to be in a good mood and come to the bedroom quickly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on and was seriously wondering if someone could die from the blue balls he'd been suffering all day.

It wasn't long before he heard the sounds of James' dress shoes making their way up two flights of stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He paused at the closed bedroom door, probably smirking, probably delighting in the fact that he was torturing Kendall further. The blond released his bottom lip from between his teeth, jaw hanging a little slack, breaths leaving him shakily. He was vibrating from need and desire and from holding still for so long and he felt like he was gonna pulse right out of his own skin any second.

The knob was slowly turned and Kendall nearly groaned in relief, the urge to do so growing when the door was opened and James finally stepped into the room. Kendall kept staring straight ahead, knowing he didn't have permission to look, patiently waiting as he had been over several long, torturous moments.

"There's my good boy," his daddy's voice rumbled with pride, shoes clicking as he sauntered over and stopped in front of the younger man. Kendall got an eye full of gray slacks covering a rather prominent bulge and his mouth watered at the sight, hole clenching around the plug and he had to bite back a whimper.

A gentle hand cupped Kendall's chin, tilting his head up to allow him to finally look at the elder man. His daddy was smirking, looking every inch the sexy businessman in his charcoal suit with white button down, black tie completing the look. His hazel eyes were dark with desire, tongue snaking out to wet his lips and the teenager couldn't wait to feel it on his skin.

"Hi, Daddy," Kendall greeted him lowly, voice having taken on a rough edge.

A thumb stroked against his jaw and he leaned into the touch, eyes locked onto the older man's. "I'm so glad to see you behaving so well for me."

Kendall practically beamed at the statement, chest puffing out in pride, cock twitching in excitement. The thumb moved from his jaw to his bottom lip, tugging it down before slipping into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, tongue flicking the pad, eyes peering up at his daddy through his lashes.

James let out a satisfied "mmm", hips bucking in an aborted thrust, thumb stroking his boy's tongue. "Maybe I'll let you nurse later. Would you like that?"

The blond could only suck harder, nodding slightly as he moaned out an enthusiastic "mmhmm", more saliva collecting in his throat. He swallowed, tongue swirling around his daddy's tongue to mimic what he would do with his cock later on.

"Good boy," James praised before sliding his thumb out, rubbing the saliva on it all over the teenager's lips. He backed away, sauntering towards the closet as he loosened his tie. "Did you finished your homework?" he questioned, disappearing into the walk-in space.

"Most of it, Daddy," he admitted. "I have a few more pages but it won't take long."

"Maybe you can do that while I finish up some work tomorrow after we get the groceries," the elder man suggested over the sounds of shuffling fabric, most likely his jacket being taken off and hung up. "What about your chores?"

"All finished, Daddy."

More shuffling, a belt being removed, shoelaces untied. Kendall's cock was throbbing in time with his pounding heart at the thought of his daddy taking off some of his clothes, getting himself ready for their joining.

"And that physics exam?"

"I got an A, Daddy," Kendall proudly, not bothering to hide his smile. "Ninety-four percent."

"My, my," James commented as he left the closet in the same leisurely pace he'd used to enter it, hands rolling the sleeves of his white button down up to his elbows. "You have been a good boy." Once again, the teenager found his chest puffing out and his grin growing. "There's just one little problem."

Kendall's face fell and he swallowed hard, worried. His stomach knotted up at the disappointed frown on his daddy's face and he felt his own brow furrow. "What's that, Daddy?"

James paused in front of him, crouching, hands on either side of Kendall's hips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his briefs, teasing the smooth skin, smirk returning with a hardened edge. "These are the wrong color," he stated before tugging the elastic waistband back on either side and releasing it, snapping it against pale flesh.

The teenager gasped out at the sting, the slight pain causing his cock to spurt out a burst of precome. Words sprang forth from between Kendall's lips and he found himself rambling without even being conscious of the signal to start speaking. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I swear I didn't mean to. I just forgot what you said this morning because I was so distracted by how good you fucked me and how much I loved being full of your come and how amazing it felt having you plug it up inside me."

James made a rumbling sort of noise that could've meant any number of things on any number of occasions. He slowly rose to his full six-foot height, hands on his hips as he glared down at his boy. Kendall swallowed hard at the older man looming over him, at the dark look in his eyes and the harsh expression on his face.

"You know I'm gonna have to punish you." A rhetorical question, but the teenager found himself nodding nonetheless. "How many do you think you deserve?"

Spanking. His punishment would be spanking. It made sense since this was a minor offense, meaning less slaps than usual. But anything less than ten would be laughed at.

"Fifteen?"

"Was that a question or an answer?"

"Answer. Daddy," he added quickly, knowing he was in enough trouble as it was.

A slow nod was the first response he got, followed by a gruff "sounds fair". James moved to his side of the bed, mattress dipping as he sat on the edge. "C'mon," he called out, hand slapping his own thigh. "On Daddy's lap."

Kendall knew the drill by now, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He rose on shaky legs, wobbling over awkwardly, trying to function with weak knees, a hard cock, and a teasing plug. He rounded the front of his daddy, making sure the older man could use his dominant right hand to slap him. Then, he sank to his knees before draping himself over his lap, pulling his briefs down so his ass was exposed.

"Christ, look at you," James spoke in a reverent tone, hand gently rubbing over a pale asscheek. Kendall dropped his head, dick twitching at the praise, mind refusing to allow him to get too used to the niceness. Hands parted his cheeks, a finger rubbed at his rim, and he hissed at the sensation against his stretched hole. "It's so red. Bet if I were to take this plug out, your little hole would be all red and puffy for me."

Kendall sank his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent himself from begging his daddy to do just that, to slide the plug out and bring him a tiny bit of relief. But he couldn't ask for that. He hadn't earned it. Not yet.

"You know how this works," the older man stated in a warning tone, hand still rubbing the fleshy globes of Kendall's ass, warming his cheeks. "Count out loud. If you stop or if I can't hear you, we start over. Understood?"

The blond swallowed hard, lips parting to breath shakily once again. "Understood, Daddy."

"Good boy." And with that, he felt the first slap come down hard on his cheek.

The sting made him gasp, his eyes popping open alerting him to the fact that he'd close them in the first place. "One," he cried out, cheeks clenching in reaction, squeezing the plug inside him and making him groan.

Another slap on the same cheek, the sting worse than the first.

"Two."

He got to six on one cheek before James switched to the other, raining down hard slaps. Tears stung Kendall's eyes, fingers clenched into fists, ass stinging. He felt his legs tremble as he fought to remain still, as he tried his damnedest not to start rutting against his daddy's leg and get off like a dog. But precome was soaking his briefs, the fabric squeezing his cock where they'd been pulled taut to expose his ass, and he just needed to come, wanted to come, had to come.

Spank number thirteen was against the plug holding him open and he damn near screamed. The rubber jostled, teasing at his rim, at his inner-walls, and he very nearly came right then and there.

He also nearly forgot to count, but cried out the number before his daddy noticed.

The final two swats were on his plug, the numbers coming out as sobs as the tears finally feel from his eyes and dripped down his cheeks. But he did it, he made it through fifteen spanks without losing count, without coming. Surely he deserved something.

"Good boy," James praised him in the same reverent tone as before, hand running through messy blond hair.

"Thank you, Daddy," Kendall replied on automatic, voice rough from crying and yelling.

"I think you deserve a treat for taking your punishment so well," he commented, smirk evident in his voice. "You can nurse now."

Excitement gave Kendall a second wind, heart jumping in delight. "Thank you, Daddy," he cried out in joy, sliding off his lap and onto his knees. Legs were spread to give him space and he crawled between them, settling into a comfortable kneel. His feet touched the sensitive skin of his ass but he didn't care. He was gonna get to nurse from his daddy.

He smoothed his hands up the inside of James' thighs, feeling the roughsoft fabric of his gray slacks. When he reached the juncture of his legs, he pressed his thumbs along the edge of his bulge, framing the impressive erection that was visible through layers of cotton.

James was built all over, from broad shoulders to large arms to the huge girth that sat between his legs. Kendall had never felt so full before when he'd first taken it, the stretch beyond anything he could imagine, and he declared during their first fuck that he was gonna marry James' dick. The older man had just chuckled and changed angles, rubbing against the teenager's prostate with every hard thrust and making him scream.

Eight months later and Kendall was still in love with it, how long and thick it was, how the weight of it felt in his hands or against his tongue, how fucking full it made his hole or his mouth feel when he took it. And as he looked at it framed between his hands, studied the shape of it through taut fabric, he felt his mouth water in anticipation, a sense of joy washing over him at the knowledge he was about to get a treat.

He ran a hand over James' cock, feeling it pulse through the slacks. He wondered how long his daddy had been hard, if he'd spent his entire work day hiding his erection, if it'd formed on his way home knowing his baby boy was already there, stretched and plugged, waiting for him. He rubbed at the girth, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing, biting his bottom lip to stifle a moan when he thought about how that length was soon gonna be inside him.

Hopefully in a couple different holes.

"Good boys don't tease," his daddy reminded him, voice strained.

Kendall peered up at him through long lashes, noting how tight his daddy's features were, how tense his shoulders and arms were, hands gripping the edge of the bed with white knuckles. He nuzzled his daddy's cock, ran his nose along the hard length, pressed a kiss to the mushroom head.

"Sorry, Daddy," he said meekly, fluttering his eyelashes, massaging his balls through his slacks in apology.

"Don't be sorry," the older man gritted out. "Be sucking."

"Yes, Daddy." Kendall lifted his head before unbuttoning and unzipping those charcoal pants. His daddy had gone sans underwear, always preferring to have easy access in case he wanted his boy to suck him off at a restaurant or at his work, so his dick sprang out, hitting Kendall on the nose and smearing precome on it. He rubbed the wet tip over his lips, relishing the sticky fluid that painted them, before lapping it up.

The taste of his daddy's precome burst over his tongue, making him moan out in pleasure. He savored it, licking around the head and pulling more of the deliciousness into his mouth. When there was no more to be enjoyed, he wrapped his lips around the tip and slowly sank down on the hard length.

Kendall liked to think he was a damn good cocksucker. And his first time with James backed that up, given the fact that the older man had groaned and writhed around, blowing his load all too quickly. But being with the older man had taught him new tricks, helped him perfect his skills at oral sex. Under his daddy's tutelage he'd learned how to deep throat, how to take a cock so far in his throat it cut off his breathing, how to hold it like that. He'd learned the sloppy way to fellate him, how to get the right amount of saliva and how to use it. He'd learned how to draw the orgasm out and make his daddy last longer, and how to be fast and get him off quickly.

Considering how fucking hard he was, Kendall was hoping for the latter.

He sucked hard on the head, tongue rolling around it, pressing into the slit with the right amount of pressure. He took him in deep, felt the weight of it holding his tongue down, tasted the musky flavor of his dick and groaning. God, his daddy always tasted so good, making his treat all the more better. He could suck on his cock all day and still never get enough. More than once he'd fallen asleep with his flaccid penis in his mouth, sated with the taste and feel of it as he drifted off, like an actual child with a pacifier.

Only so much fucking better.

He pulled off the dick, licking every inch and getting it wet, drooling into the slit and watching the saliva drip down. He stroked the hard length a couple times before slapping it against his tongue, only to slide it between his lips once more. Then he really got to work.

Kendall's head bobbed up and down, sucking his treat, nursing from his daddy. He rolled his tongue, pressed the hard cock into his cheek, his daddy pressing it from the other side and making them both groan. Hands framed his face, thumbs rubbing the corner of his lips where they were stretched wide, and he peered up at the older male through his lashes.

The sight before him made him groan again, his daddy clearly being thoroughly pleased. His cheeks were ruddy, chest heaving, breaths coming in harsh pants through parted lips. He took more of his treat into his mouth, feeling the head tap the back of his throat, making his daddy's eyes close in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," he breathed out, hands slipping to the back of Kendall's head, fingers tangling in messy blond locks. "Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you, baby boy?"

The younger man could only moan his agreement as he bobbed his head up and down, alternating between quick shallow thrusts that paid attention to the head, and long deep ones that had his dick tapping the back of his throat again.

"Yeah, so greedy for Daddy's cock," James continued, pausing to lick his lips, fingers carding through his boy's hair. "Want it in you all the time. Wanna drink Daddy's come like milk, have your stomach full of it like a greedy little comeslut."

The words had Kendall whimpering, one hand holding the base of his daddy's dick while the other massaged his balls, hoping to spur them into action and empty themselves into his mouth. Because it was true what James had said: he wanted his daddy to fill him full of his seed, wanted it in him always. It was why he'd been so excited, so turned on when the older man suggested he plug Kendall up and keep his come inside him all day.

Fingers cranked down around his hair, holding his head as he was commanded to hold still. Kendall moved his hands to his daddy's thighs, holding onto the charcoal slacks as he whimpered in excitement, knowing what was coming next.

Sure enough, James started flexing his hips, fucking into Kendall's mouth in fast hard thrusts, using him like a fucktoy. The blond groaned more, feeling the cock slam against the back of his throat repeatedly, feeling his own dick jerk at his daddy's words.

"Yeah, you take that cock, take it like a good boy," he was grunting between pants, licking his lips as he stated down at where he was using one of his boy's holes roughly. "Take it like the little slut you are. Gonna come so hard, fill your little whore mouth with my seed, make sure you taste me for days."

Kendall let out a desperate groan at the thought, ass wiggling against his feet, jostling the plug still in him. He was trying to get off, knowing he couldn't touch his cock or he'd be punished again, knowing the plug wouldn't really do anything for him. But he was so far gone, so desperate for relief that he didn't care, just writhed like the little slut his daddy said he was.

"Relax your throat, baby," James ordered as he slowed his thrusts, Kendall doing as he was told, shifting the angle of his head. The older man moaned as he slid further inside, not stopping until he was partially down his boy's throat, the teenager's nose pressed into his pubic hair.

Kendall breathed deep, inhaling his daddy's musky scent, remaining relaxed despite everything in his body telling him to move and get rid of the blockage inside him. But he wasn't going to. He was gonna prove what a good boy he was, how good he could suck his daddy, how much he loved his treat.

He swallowed, muscles rippling against the head of his daddy's cock, making him groan out a swear.

"God, your throat," James commented in a reverent tone again. "Made for my cock. Made to suck me hard and deep. Such a good boy." He pulled back, just the tip remaining inside, letting Kendall catch his breath, then deep-throating him again.

He did this several times, each one longer than the last, and Kendall felt like he was gonna blow his load. His jaw was aching, lips stinging from the stretch, the back of his throat irritated, but he'd be damned if he stopped before drinking his daddy's come.

James pulled him completely off his dick with a rough tug of his hair before framing his face with his hands. His thumb rubbed the corner of his lips, rubbed the bottom one, and Kendall sucked it inside, greedy to have his mouth full again.

"My beautiful boy," the older man said sweetly, Kendall smiling wide and proud. "So good. So sweet. God, I could fuck your mouth all day."

"Please, Daddy," the blond groaned around the thumb he was sucking, hips bucking up at the thought of having his daddy's dick in his mouth for so long.

"Another day, baby boy," he promised, stroking his hair in a soothing manner. "For now, I want you to suck me 'til I come, then hold it in your mouth. No swallowing, got it? You swallow before I tell you, and I'll have to punish you again and I really don't wanna punish my beautiful boy. Understood?"

Kendall nodded eagerly, hole clenching and dick jumping at the thought of holding his daddy's semen in two holes at once. He'd turned into such a comeslut since dating James, but fuck did he not care. He just needed it so bad and wasn't gonna stop 'til he was full of it, covered with it.

"Good boy." With that, his daddy moved his hand and slid his cock back into the teenager's mouth.

The blond immediately set to work, eagerly sucking and licking. His daddy was groaning loudly, swears leaving his parted lips, fingers tightening in his hair again.

"So close, baby boy," he murmured. "C'mon, play with Daddy's balls, make Daddy come."

Kendall followed the orders, massaging the twin weights, glorying in how full and heavy they were, moaning at how, soon, their contents would be in his mouth.

It wasn't long before his daddy's cock was jerking in his mouth and he felt the first pulsing of come hit. He pulled back so just the head was in his mouth, using his saliva to jack off the rest of his shaft, milking the semen from him. It took everything in him to fight the natural urge too swallow, struggling to keep it all in his mouth and lick his daddy clean.

James murmured his praise, repeating what a good boy Kendall was for taking his daddy's come, what a good job he did at nursing. The blond's chest inflated again at the kind words, lips forming into a smile as the dick was slid from his mouth.

"Keep that come in your mouth," his daddy reminded him. "Now get on the bed like a good boy."

The teenager slowly rose to his feet, his beyond aching dick making the action difficult. He clambered onto the bed, settling in the middle of the pillows with his ass in the air and his forehead resting on his folded arms. His briefs were still down around his ass and he could feel the cold air against his flesh. It was startling against his warm skin, his body feeling hot to the touch, but he welcomed the way it soothed the dull sting he still felt from his earlier spanking.

He heard the sounds of his daddy rising to his feet, putting himself back in his pants. He loved when his daddy stayed dressed while they played, loved how sexy he was in his suits, loved how it broadened the dichotomy of their relationship when Kendall barely had anything on. It was exactly what he needed, helping him get off, and get off in a much more powerful way.

The mattress dipped as James walked over on his knees, settling behind his boy. Hands smoothed over his cheeks, gripping and massaging, thumbs spreading them and putting the plug on further display.

"I see you kept your toy in," he commented, pressing against it and making Kendall's eyes bulge. "Did you keep it in all day?"

The blond nodded fervently, forehead rolling against his arms, both slick with sweat.

"You keep my come in you all day like a good boy?"

More nodding, his hole squeezing the plug at the thought of how he was still full from that morning, still marked as his daddy's baby boy.

"You didn't play with yourself all day?"

Kendall shook his head, feeling the come in his mouth swish around. He'd wanted to play, so bad. Had thought about sneaking to a bathroom between classes or during lunch. Had thought about sticking his hand in his jeans during a slide-show lecture. Had considered finding a quiet, abandoned corner in the library to being himself off in.

But he didn't. Because he was a good boy. A good boy who knew that the longer he denied his orgasm, the better it would be. Another lesson his daddy taught him.

"I'm gonna unplug you, okay, baby boy?"

Kendall nodded enthusiastically, relaxing his body to make the job easier, hoping his daddy would play with him when he was open again.

"Hold yourself open for me, baby," his daddy requested and he followed through, hands spreading his cheeks, forehead pressed to the bed.

He felt fingers gripping the plug, felt the way it tugged at his rim as it was pulled. Some of the lube and come had dried, causing it to stick to him and he cried out in pain, keeping his lips sealed tight.

"Shh." His daddy stroked his legs in a soothing manner. "I got you, baby boy."

He felt a hot puff of air on his flesh before the wet sensation around his rim. His daddy was licking him, loosening the plug with his saliva, and it made him groan loudly as his eyes closed. His back arched in pleasure, presenting his ass more fully, and he heard the rumble of approval from the older man.

The tongue licked all around his hole, the plug being moved around and tugging his rim so James could get underneath the flared rubber holding it in place. Soon, the businessman pulled away, gripping the plug and pulling once again. Kendall felt the same teasing tug at his rim, only this time, the rubber toy slipped out. He felt empty, his hole clenching around air, trying to pull something, anything, back inside him. After a day of being stretched and having something at his rim, it felt strange to be without that sensation and he quickly decided he didn't like it.

He whined loudly, hoping his daddy would get the hint that he wanted, needed to be filled, getting more calming pettings.

"You're okay. Daddy won't leave you empty," he promised, massaging his thighs.

Kendall felt a trickle along his thighs and balls and soon figured out it was his daddy's come. His eyes shot open in horror, desperate cries coming out muffled through still closed lips. He tightened his hole, trying to hold it all in, trying to be a good boy and keep his daddy's essence inside him.

"Look at you," James said amazed. "Such a greedy slut. Trying to keep Daddy's old juices in your greedy little hole. Don't worry. Daddy will make sure you don't feel empty."

Fingers ran along his thighs, scooping the leaked come up and pressing it back inside. Kendall sighed in relief, groaned at fingers slipping into his hole. He felt his body relax, muscles loosening, only to be slapped on his side.

"Hold it in you," his daddy ordered. "Don't let it out until I tell you."

He nodded since he couldn't speak, tightening his hole. It was harder than he thought it would be, rim loosened by the plug, meaning he had to clench twice as much than he usually would.

But he did it, remaining tight and full for several long moments, his daddy petting his flanks all the while.

His muscles started to shake after a while, legs and ass quivering at being held tight for so long. He let out a whine, hoping it was interpreted as a beg to let go, please let him let go. His daddy just shushed him, stroked him, promised him it was only a few minutes more.

But Kendall wasn't sure he could last a few more minutes. His entire body was shaking, fingers clenched so tightly that he could feel the bite of chewed on nails digging into his ass. His hole was tired, aching, his thighs and calves straining, his toes curled to the point of pain. It was too much and he felt like he was on the verge of having something snap from being held too taut too long.

"Okay, baby, you did really good. Let it all go now."

The teenager felt his entire body slump with relief, releasing the tension in every muscle he had. The pucker of his hole was the first to loosen, followed by his legs, feet, arms, then face where he'd been clenching his jaw. He felt the same trickle out his hole and down the cleft of his ass, come leaking down to his balls. Only instead of panicking, he felt aroused, knowing it was his daddy's essence that was coating him, painting him as the older man's good boy.

"That's it, baby," James coaxed, rubbing his cheeks. "Push all of it out. Let Daddy see how full he made you. Let Daddy see how well your ass milked his cock."

Kendall bared down, forcing the rest of the come out past his still loose hole. He let out a muffled groan at the feel of it, the sound getting louder as he heard his daddy's moan of pleasure.

"God, baby, you did so well. Look at all that come. Not a single dropped spilled today, did it?"

The teenager shook his head, feeling the last of it leave him, his hole still opening and closing to make sure he got it all out like his daddy asked.

"Look at that greedy little hole wanting more. You're such a slut." A hard slap against his rim made Kendall's body jump in surprise, a muffled gasp trying to make its way out. But he had to hold the come in his mouth, couldn't swallow and let it spill, despite the temptation of just drinking it down and enjoy the flavor of it.

A kiss was pressed to his hole before a tongue lapped at his balls, cleaning the semen that had dripped down onto them. He felt his daddy's tongue licking his crack, his mouth sucking at his rim, eating his own come out his boy's hole. Kendall groaned loudly, back arching like a slut at the image his mind was supplying him with. His cock twitched within the tight confines of his briefs, balls drawn up close to his body, reminding him of the juices they led inside. He was desperate to come, aching for it, but was enjoying the pleasure of his daddy sucking his hole too much to being himself to care about his own orgasm.

Not that he could even ask to be brought off, considering how his mouth was still full.

A hand tapped twice at his left hip before pushing at him. He took the hint and rolled over onto his back, spreading his legs as he was supposed to. His daddy told him that was the second best place for him to be, open and splayed on his daddy's bed, willing and waiting to be filled in whatever way his daddy wanted.

The first best place was on his daddy's lap, especially with his cock spearing his ass and fucking up into him relentlessly.

James spread himself over his boy, grinding down into his pelvis, letting him feel the half-hard dick beneath his slacks. Kendall moaned, writhing, eyes half-lidded as they peered up into his daddy's dark orbs. A thumb pulled at his chin, forcing his mouth open, and he let out a noise of protest, worried than some of the come would fall out. But the older man simply covered his mouth with his own, tongue pushing more come into it and puffing Kendall's cheeks out.

James lifted his head as he closed the teenager's mouth. "No swallowing, no spilling."

Kendall nodded at the instructions, feeling like a chipmunk storing nuts for winter. Only he had the contents of his daddy's nuts in his mouth that time. Maybe his daddy would let him keep his actual balls in his mouth later.

A soothing hand ran through his hair and he leaned into the touch, letting out a contented sound.

"My beautiful boy," the older man praised him, his cock twitching, a half-hard one pressing down insistently onto it. "So good for Daddy. Let Daddy play with him and didn't once come, did you?" He lifted his hips and Kendall bit back a noise of protest, fisting the comforter on either side of him. A finger ran up the length of his cock, rubbed the significant wet patch at the tip, and his entire body shuddered at the stimulation. "I bet you're dying to come, to let Daddy see how much come his baby boy saved up for him, aren't you?"

Kendall nodded vehemently, hips bucking up against the finger still rubbing the wet spot. He cursed his briefs, wished it was Sunday when Daddy insisted they both walk around nude, Kendall lubed and plugged at all times, sitting on his daddy's cock while they watched TV, getting fingered in the kitchen while he made them lunch. He needed something against his naked dick, needed something inside his clenching hole, needed to be filled and fucked and come and he needed his daddy to do it for him.

"How about Daddy rewards his good little boy, milks that cock for him so he can give Daddy all that come he's holding?"

More adamant nodding from the teenager, fingers clenching tighter on the comforter, hips rolling.

James smirked before moving down, straddling his boy's legs. He slipped the briefs down just enough so his cock was able to spring free, elastic holding his balls down. Kendall whined at that, brow furrowed in a silent pleas to move the waistband, knowing it was gonna prevent him from coming.

"All right, since you were so good today," the businessman placated. He moved the waistband down, gripping the twin weights and squeezing them before laying them on top of the briefs. Kendall sagged in relief only to tighten up once again when fingers wrapped around his shaft.

"Look at all this precome," he marveled, slowly stroking his boy's cock. "Such a slut. I don't even need to slick you up to milk you. I can just use all your little whore juice."

The teenager moaned, hips rolling more. His daddy was clearly in a good mood if he was allowing that to happen. Usually if Kendall tried to control the pace or thrust in any way, James would hold his hips down and warn him not to move. But at that moment, he was wordlessly given permission to move freely and he took advantage.

He wasn't given permission to close his eyes though, judging by the hand that slapped his thigh when his lids slid down.

"Eyes on Daddy," he ordered. "You know Daddy likes to see those pretty green eyes when you give him what he wants."

Kendall groaned at the praise, hole clenching air as the speed of James' strokes heightened. He was being jacked fast, roughly, bordering the line of pleasure/pain he seemed to live on with his daddy. His hips bucked up into the tight grip holding him, balls drawing up tighter, and he knew it would only take a couple more strokes before he'd finally blow his load.

"You close, baby?"

"Mmhmm." Kendall nodded, whining as his daddy twisted his hand and thumbed his slit.

"C'mon , baby boy. Give Daddy what he wants." With that, James lowered his head, sliding the end of Kendall's dick into his mouth and sucking hard.

It was exactly what the teenager needed. His back arched completely off the bed, curled toes digging into the mattress as he shot into the wet heat of his daddy's mouth. A muffled cry sounded out, the noise unable to get past his closed lips and he felt his entire body shake with ecstasy. God, orgasms were amazing and his daddy always made sure each one was mind-blowingly incredible.

James sucked him dry before moving up his body, tugging his chin down again. Kendall didn't hesitate to open his mouth, welcoming the extra load of come, groaning at the knowledge that he held both his and his daddy's juices inside him now.

James sat up, rubbing his side, smiling proudly down at him. "Swirl it around, baby. Mix us together."

He did just that, swishing the heavy liquids like thick mouthwash, still taking care not to swallow any.

"Fuck, that's so hot," James murmured, hand palming his cock. "Sit up, baby."

The teenager did, the copious amount of come in his mouth sloshing about, making him groan as he settled against the headboard.

"I want you to push it into my mouth," James instructed, nails raking down Kendall's lean torso. "Then when I tap you, you're gonna open your mouth and drink it all down and lick my mouth clean, understood?"

The teenager nodded, leaning in closer and waiting for his daddy to be ready for him. The businessman connected their mouths and Kendall pushed the come into his, shoving it all out with his tongue.

Pulling back, he took in the sight of his daddy with his cheeks puffed up and his lids heavy with desire. He let out a whimper, biting his bottom lip, feeling his dick give an interested twitch of pleasure at the knowledge that his daddy held both their semen in his mouth, including some that he'd been holding in his hole all day.

"Oh god, Daddy," he groaned, rubbing his nipples in pleasure. "That's so fucking hot."

James smirked with closed lips, sitting back on his ass before yanking Kendall closer by an arm. The teenager got the hint and straddled his waist, grinding down as he wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders. Hands gripped his ass, index fingers tugging at his rim and making him moan loudly, burying his face in the crook of the older man's shoulder.

Just like a little boy with his daddy.

The fingers slipped inside then back out too quickly to be anything but teasing, the teenager hiccuping in surprised pleasure. A hand slapped his ass and he lifted his head, getting a tap on the chin. Immediately understanding, he opened his mouth before connecting their lips, being greeted with mingled come and a slick tongue.

He sucked all the juices out his daddy's mouth, swallowing it all down, moaning at the delicious taste. He pulled the older man's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as he would his dick, cleaning it, relishing the way the arms around his waist tightened and pulled him closer. His bare chest pressed against a cotton covered one, the buttons and fabric rubbing against his sensitive nipples and making him whimper. He clawed at James' shoulders, pressed against him more insistently, demanding more.

But his daddy wouldn't give it too him, simply slipping his tongue out the younger man's mouth. Kendall licked into his, lapped at his tongue, his cheeks, tongue swirling over teeth and gums. He could still taste their mingled come and the flavor had him bucking in his daddy's lap, dick coming back online and pulsing against gray slacks.

James pulled away, hand tangled in blond hair as he pressed their foreheads together. Both of their breathing was heavy, air mingling together between their parted lips as they panted and Kendall felt needy once again. He was truly insatiable when it came to the other man, a true cock- and comeslut as he was frequently called and he just couldn't bring himself to feel bad or dirty about it, not when his daddy was the one feeding him.

"Such a good boy for Daddy," James murmured against Kendall's lips, causing him to shiver at the teasing sensation of his mouth being just there. "Think it's time for my baby boy to shower, get himself nice and cleaned out before we play some more."

The teenager nodded vehemently, sweat slicked foreheads rolling together as he swallowed hard. His daddy's shower contained a detachable head he liked to use on his baby boy and he was hoping the older man would clean his hole with it.

"C'mon," James began with a slap to his boy's ass. "Let's get you in the shower while I watch."

The command made Kendall's head loll back on a groan, although he wasn't sure if it was in pleasure at knowing his daddy would be watching or in frustration at showering alone. But it was what James wanted and Kendall wanted nothing more than to be a good boy for his daddy.

That thought in mind, he climbed off the older man's lap and off the bed, shuffling his way to the walk-in closet and the master bathroom beyond.