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This time, my head bucks back, and a scream escapes my lips. "Hurts, Daddy!"
Bryce kisses my cheek. "Nah, it doesn’t. Quit being a little liar. I feel your hard wee on my thigh, yes I do. You like when Daddy takes control and spanks you, don't deny it. You need discipline in your life."
My father never disciplined me which is probably why I act out sometimes. It’s why I was such a brat to Bryce at the Hug Club. My father simply retreated to his study to read. This made me act out even more, and I’d cry out at night, begging my father to put me in my place, by any means necessary, even by raising his voice with me, but he never did. It felt like he didn’t love me. Bryce rectifies that. For some reason, feeling him get me in line tells me that he cares.
"I’m a bad boy, Daddy!"
Bryce spanks me again and again. He keeps spanking me, grinning and chuckling, smoothing my ass out after every swat.
He throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I whine, pulling his hair, punching his back, but he doesn’t budge. He first brings me to the bathroom, where he runs me a bubble bath with so many bubbles that they look like snowbanks. I poke my head through them, grinning as I make a Santa beard.
Bryce waltzes away after he plops me in the tub to change my sheets. He has a spare set in my closet, right in the bottom shelf of my dump truck dresser. I hear him throw my soiled sheets in the washer, then he comes back to me.
I’m out of the tub before he opens the door.
"Surprise." I’m buck naked except for bubbles over my wee.
Bryce palms his forehead, though he stares at me through his cracked left eye. "If you don't get back in the tub, there’ll be a price to pay."
I climb back in the tub, but not before clutching Bryce’s shirt and doing my best to drag him in with me. "Come join me! Lonely."
Bryce shakes his head. "Can’t be lonely when you have your duckies."
He reaches under the sink and pulls out my tub of duckies he dumps them over my head, and I laugh and splash in the water, zooming them around, playing bumper cars with their yellow rubber bodies. Some duckies bonk my noggin, but I stay strong, even though I wasn’t prepared for this hurricane of ducks.
I squirt water at Bryce. "Join your boy!"
"Oh, fine." Bryce pulls off his clothes, and I drool as I ogle his body. His fluffy belly is extra full tonight, and his wee is hard and sticking out straight.
I poke the tip of his dick. "It’s not bending down tonight, Daddy. It’s straight."
"That’s because it’s extra hard." Bryce winks at me. "Mr. Wee knows what he’s getting up to after this tub, yes he does. He’s going to make love to his boy for the first time."
Bryce and I play with the duckies, creating a game out of thin air. We play Builder, and try to build the Eiffel Tower out of rubber duckies. It doesn’t work. One wrong smack of my left hand sends the whole thing toppling over.
Bryce shrugs. "At least it went better than your attempt to build the Leaning Tower of Pizza at the Hug Club."
"That’s because my friends wouldn’t stop putting real slices of pizza on it," I groan, thinking back to those fateful play sessions. "They have no idea how to build."
Bryce soaps up my body, then cleans me. I smile as he washes my hair, cleaning behind my ears, and generally treating me like a little puppy. His firm hands scrub every inch of my body, and I moan when he thrusts me against the edge of the tub to scrub my ass.
"Yeah, that’s the stuff. Nice pink hole for Daddy. Clean, too. Daddy doesn’t have to do much but give it a rub down."
Bryce leans in and plants his mouth on my asshole. I’m too astonished to scream—I cry out as red-hot heat slams through me, lighting up my butt.
"W-What are you doing?"
"This is called a rimjob, boy." Bryce swats my ass as he drives his tongue into my channel. "Daddy’s getting your little pucker nice and ready for the fun you’ll have in bed."
I surrender to Bryce’s tongue, unable to stave it off anyway. My dick throbs and aches, straining against the tub, willing Bryce to do what he likes.
Oh, how amazing this feels. How great it is to be intimate with Bryce, to share these special moments together.
Bryce withdraws his tongue at last. He pulls me out of the tub, dries me off with a fluffy towel, then drains the bath. He towels himself off, too, and I snort as I watch his bare dick bounce around as he dries the top half of his body.
Bryce carries me to my bed, which has a nice fresh sheet.
I grin as I roll onto his belly, then press my lips right next to his. "What if I made lemonade again, Daddy?"
