Page 34 of Freddie

“Tell me about your family, any annoying siblings?” My eyes crinkle as I grin and think about my family and how broken they are compared to Freddie’s. I don’t feel sorry for myself or anything, but I also don’t want to burst our bubble here with sad stories of parents who aren’t around. So I squeeze him and move us so we are side by side.

“Not much to tell. Dad is remarried, and Mom is in a facility that cares for her around the clock. Want to order Thai?” I look from the spot above the TV that I was staring at to the boy of my dreams beside me. He gives me a sad smile but nods at my change of subject.

“Okay. But I will milk more information about your life out of you at some point, Simmons. Like is that even your first name? Or is it your last? Oh my god, are you like Cher?” He shoves my shoulder to stand and wanders through to the kitchen and opens the wine fridge. Grabbing glasses, I uncork it and pour us a glass each.

“I’m not Cher. My real name is Ridge. I hate it though, and I’ve been called Simmons my whole life.” Freddie’s whole face lights up, and I find myself shaking my head but grinning like a fool as I hide behind my glass.

“Ridge?! Wow. I love it. Love, love, love it. Can I call you it on special occasions? Like your birthday next year? I’ll make you a cake with Ridge on the front and sit on that one too,” he giggles. I round the island and grab him as he places his glass down rapidly to stop it from falling.

“You gonna be here for my next birthday, brat?” I ask because I’m a glutton for punishment and need to know. He blinks, then straightens himself up.

“Um, I don’t know, actually. Did you order the food? Suppose one of us will have to be dressed to answer the door so I’ll just go grab my clothes,” he says, then he’s off down the hall and leaving me wondering once again what in the fuck I’ll do when he leaves here and heads back to his real life. Seems we are both avoiding the inevitable.

Chapter 37

Freddie

“The tall twink in the Sailor Moon outfit?”

“Yes, that’s him, please be nice,” my sexy, big Dom tells me.

“Of course I will, Sir,” I wink as I drop to my knees beside him at the bar.

It’s Y2K night at Nyctra and since puppies have been adorable since forever, I chose to be a little latex puppy for my big honey bear that seems to have chosen 2000s dog walker as his matching outfit.

I’m in all black. Zipped up nice and tight and adorning a cute puppy mask, I stuck diamantes on myself. I lean back on my Doc Martens so I don’t get too dirty on the club floor. Oh, and my cock is caged and out too. In the sexy, arseless chaps I’m wearing.

Simmons mindlessly pats my head and rubs my neck as we stay watching Jamie and Arnie dance together. It’s erotic, hot and making me want to hump Simmons’ boots until I come with how juicy it is to be an observer of their little bubble. A tug at my leash has me looking up at my owner, and he motions we should move to the recently vacated large booth nearby. I crawl, showing off my tail that’s plugged into my arse as we make our way through the crowds.

I take my seat under the table, knowing that’s what Simmons will want. He pets me again, and it’s so dark in the space that I can barely see his crotch in front of me. Leaning in, I stick my snout to his scent at his crotch, and I’m salivating at the chance to suck his big bear cock in front of all these people.

Nudging and whimpering for it like a whore, Simmons relents and pulls his beautiful self from the confines of his jeans and lets me feed on him. I suckle, nip, and lick. Basically, just enjoy having him in my mouth. Cock warming is not a kink I indulge in. Why when I could just sit on it? But with Simmons, I need his skin on mine all the time. Daily almost. I’m desperate for any kind of contact with him, even if it’s not sexual.

When I showed up at his home for his birthday, I was pretty sure he was going to kick me out, so colour me surprised when he liked my little bratty show and then didn’t set Dom boundaries and tell me to hit the road. Which, by the by, he has every right to, since what I did wasn’t in our initial agreement.

Simmons grows hard as I think about how our life could look together, and so I suck the pre-cum out his slit, tongue his banjo string and nibble it. His grip on my neck increases as his half-moon nails cut into the small amount of skin available there.

Talking with my Ma and Da, I miss them and my sisters a lot. I miss Benji majorly, and in the time I’ve been here, I’ve mostly wanted my contracts to be up so I could jet back to Scotland. But the loneliness here didn’t last, and I now find myself with hobbies, coffee shop dates with friends, and a honey bear that I want to shave and sew a coat with his honey-scented goodness to wear when we can’t see each other.

So, do I want to go home? Could I keep my new life here? Spend my days and nights the way I am now? That would mean extending my contract with Simmons. Of possibly only ever getting a D/s relationship or whatever the fuck it is we have right now. Would staying be worth the risk?

Doubling down on my efforts, I let go of those big questions for now and try to enjoy my evening. Simmons bucks his hips and shoves himself so far down my throat that I’m scared his cock is going to see what I had for lunch. When he cums, I picture his face since I can’t see him and I imagine he has his brow furrowed, lips parted and face reddened. After he comes back to me from the intensity of his orgasm, he whispers filthy things to me about needing my little cock in his mouth soon, and I hump his boot, mewling and wanting more.

“Settle Freddie. Arnie and Jamie just went up to a voyeur room, fancy humping my boots up at their window?”

I’m up like a shot and practically drag Simmons with me, which is actually quite difficult given our size difference, but he lets me pretend anyway like a good boyfriend.

Huh? Boyfriend. I lick around my mouth and whisper it to myself as we make our way down the hall. Oooh, I like it.

Boyfriend

Boyfriend.

Oh, hi! Please meet my boyfriend, Simmons. Yes, he is handsome. Yes, you remembered, the one that breeds me with his lovely big boyfriend cock. Yes, that boyfriend!

Yeah, that fantasy needs to become a reality. God, we really need to have a grown-up conversation, and soon. What if we are soulmates? Airport meet-cute, falling in love while in latex. A love story for the ages.

Focusing on the here and now, I drop to my knees once more as we arrive outside the room. Simmons pulls my leash tight, and we settle in for the show.