Dr. Morgado’s Treasure

Ch. 02

Over the next few days, Elgin had to work and go to school and deal with some family commitments. I did my best to focus on the house, the collections of valuable items and my regular work. No matter how busy I stayed, he was always at the forefront of my mind.

I made a trip into Manchester to get some items for the house that I couldn’t get in Pimingdale. It was a much bigger city but still tiny compared to Baltimore.

My last stop before heading back home was a lingerie and sex shop. With my purchases in hand, I headed back to my house on the bluff and prepared to see my baby boy later that night.

He’d told his mom that he was going to a movie in Manchester with his college friends and he wouldn’t be back until after midnight. After school and work, he’d be over around six thirty. I felt giddy.

I carefully clipped the tags off the pieces I’d gotten for Elgin. I arranged them in several gift boxes that I tied up with perfect surgical bows. I grabbed one more item I wanted him to wear and placed it with the others.

I arranged the gifts on one end of the giant dining room table and set the other end with two place settings. I had candles ready to light and a massive bouquet of pink roses in an antique crystal vase.

Dinner was in the oven and should be ready shortly after my lover arrived. My lover. Just the thought of him arriving made me strangely nervous. I had prepared him for some of what would be waiting.

“When I see you tomorrow, I’m treating you to a date night. Come ready to be wined and dined.” I had texted him as we were wishing each other goodnight the night before.

“Should I dress up?”

“You can come naked or in a tuxedo and I’ll be just as happy. I just want you with me.”

And now, he was due to arrive in the next ten minutes or so. I checked the food again and then I went to my room to freshen up.

I put on a pair of my dress slacks and a long sleeved dress shirt. I left the top three buttons undone, playing up my swarthy Latin lover look. I pulled on a nice coordinating jacket and my one pair of dress shoes I’d brought along.

I ran a comb through my hair and splashed on a touch of my favorite cologne. I tucked a pink rose into my lapel and checked myself out from several different angles. I felt like I looked pretty good. I felt happy and bright like Frost had described me in his memory.

I paced around the first floor, moving between the foyer, the dining room, the living room and the kitchen. I checked the door again and peaked out the curtains at the driveway a hundred times.

When I heard the loud exhaust of his car, my whole body jolted. I felt like my niece described herself before her junior prom. I was acting like a sixteen year old girl. I chuckled at myself and pulled the door open.

Elgin was coming around his car and I saw him tug on his clothing, looking nearly as nervous as I felt. He looked handsome and my balls felt oddly heavy in my pants.

He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, giving him the full Dr. Alvaro Morgado. He nearly missed the step up to the porch. I leapt forward and took his hand to steady him.

“Wow, you look dashing, daddy.” He smiled and came up on his toes. I pulled him in and kissed him deeply.

I stepped back and looked at him from head to toe. He had on black pants and a gray dress shirt. I couldn’t wait to rip them off him.

“You look gorgeous, Elgin. You are so incredibly handsome.” I kissed him softly again.

I took his hand and led him inside.

“Can I ask why we’re having a fancy date night?” He asked curiously as we walked down the hall to the living room.

“I know your birthday is next week, but I couldn’t wait to treat you. I hope that’s alright.” I looked at him as we sat on the couch together.

“You remembered! Of course you did. I don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re amazing like that.” His brown eyes glittered in the light.

“It’s not everyday that my pretty baby turns twenty. I’ve never had anyone in my life that I wanted to do all these things for. You make me want to give you the world.”

“Kiss me, Al.” He climbed into my lap and took what he’d asked for. I gave him my all. I probably would have fucked him right there on the couch, but the kitchen timer rang, reminding me the night had just begun.

“That would be our dinner.” I smiled at him as he climbed out of my lap and allowed me to get up. He followed me into the kitchen.

“It smells so good, what did you make?” He jumped up and sat on the edge of the counter as I pulled the main dish out of the oven.

“It’s lechon asado, Cuban roast pork. I also made my Tia’s rice and beans and my recipe for tostones. I hope you like Latin flavors.”

“You made me a full Cuban meal?” His voice nearly cracked.

I looked up to see what had happened. He looked overcome with emotion. I set the pot holders aside and I stepped between his legs. He hugged me.

“Of course I did. You’re worth all the effort. And I’m a damn good cook, by the way. I haven’t had anyone to appreciate my food, maybe ever.”

“It smells like heaven. I can’t wait to eat.”

“Well hop on down beautiful. Grab that dish right there and follow me to the dining room. Careful, it’s hot. Use those potholders, baby.”

I grabbed the roast pork and exited into the dining room. He softly gasped when he saw the table, perfectly set, covered in gifts and flowers and candles.

I set the main dish down and took the one he was holding. I then took his hand and pulled out his chair. I pushed it in as he sat down. I bent down and kissed his pouty lips before I sat in my own chair.

I served up the traditional family meal and we chatted easily about the last few days we’d been apart. Even though we had been texting, it felt wonderful to talk about everything in person.

We laughed about his professor’s reaction to his latest project. He’d completed it since we’d been seeing each other and it was reflected in his school work. In a good way. He told me he felt more focused even though he always had his head in the clouds.

I agreed that something similar was happening to me. I got all my work done and several side projects and yet all I could think about was him. We stared into each other’s eyes, the air felt electric between us.

During the meal he commented on the flowers. “These roses smell so amazing. I love that they’re pink.” He leaned in and smelled them again.

“Red roses are the traditional color for romance, but you seem to share my unique love of pink.”

“Red roses are played out. This is much more “us”.” He looked right into my eyes when he said the last word. My body throbbed with need.

He must have seen the heat in my eyes because he stood and came over to stand in front of me. I hugged him, standing between my legs, while I remained sitting. I could hear his heart beating double time in his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

I let him go and he stepped back so I could look up into his eyes. “Are you ready to open your gifts?”

“You didn’t have to get me anything. Just being with you is enough. The food and the flowers are already so much, daddy.”

“I love to spoil my baby. Indulge me?”

He nodded and smiled. I picked up the presents and carried them upstairs. He followed without question. I’m pretty sure he wanted the gift I’d give him in my bed as much as I did.

I set the gifts on the bed. I took off my coat and draped it over the back of a chair. I sat on the foot of the bed and he joined me.

“Open this one first.” I handed him a larger flat box.

He pulled on the ribbon and then removed the lid. He reached in and picked up the garments. He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow at me and smirking.

“When I put these on, it becomes a gift for you, daddy.” He held a red satin and lace item near his mouth as he gave me a seductive look.

“No, the baby boy inside them is my gift. I look forward to unwrapping my present shortly.”

The tension in the room started to build. He reached for the next gift I indicated. He pulled out the leather things I’d picked out.

He opened the three gifts of lingerie and light bondage items and stood up off the bed. “I’m going to try these on. Do you have a preference?”

“I think you know.” I looked at him with the intensity I felt.

He licked his lips and turned to go into the bathroom. I waited patiently and he returned in the black leather harness and the black leather jockstrap. He stopped in front of me and did a slow spin so I could admire him from all sides.

“You look incredible. We’ll save that one for another time, when I can tie you down.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer and kissed him hard. He left and went back into the bathroom.

When he returned, he now wore the red lace and satin set. It included lace panties, a skimpy lace and satin tank top and a lacy, sheer wrap. He had the robe loosely tied closed.

“C’mere.” I stuck my finger in the tie around his waist and gently pulled him towards me. Once he was right in front of me, I pulled the tie and watched the robe fall open.

The red tank top hung on his thin frame just like I’d imagined it. The panties barely covered his cock and balls and when I turned him around, the undies were wedged into his ass crack.

I bent down and kissed one of his exposed cheeks. I bit his skin lightly, making him jump.

“Daddy! You have to wait until it’s time for your present.” He playfully swatted my grasping hands. “I’m going to go put it on now.” He looked over his shoulder to catch me watching his ass as he walked away.

After several minutes, that felt like an eternity, my pretty baby boy came back into the bedroom. I had unbuttoned my shirt while I was waiting, it hung open exposing my chest.

I looked up at him as he stopped and struck a sexy pose in the outfit I’d been thinking of constantly since I’d seen it at the store. He spun around to show off the back.

My mouth hung open and I fought to breathe. The soft pink lace panties failed to cover all of his package, and the bits that peeked out made my mouth water.

He wore the matching garter belt and the pink silk stockings that cover three quarters of his long, perfectly shaped legs. He had the completely sheer babydoll top on and it left his flat stomach exposed.

“Do you like it?” I asked softly as I stared at the most beautiful human I’d ever seen.

“I love it. The color, the fabrics, the way it technically covers absolutely nothing. But mostly I love it because of the way you’re looking at me.” He grew serious as he stalked towards me.

“Elgin. My god, you are exquisite. A masterpiece. My ultimate dream lover.”

I stood and pulled him against me. I gripped his bare ass, feeling the edges of the soft lace that did nothing to cover him, just as he’d said. He kissed me and the need in him was apparent.

“Lay down, I’m going to worship you.” I indicated the bed and he crawled onto the mattress, arching his back and pushing his incredible ass out for me to ogle as he moved to lay down.

He crawled away, seductively, cat like, looking back over his shoulder to make sure I was watching his every move. And I was watching.

My fingers fumbled with my belt and pants as I stared at the display before me. They finally dropped to my ankles as I nearly drooled watching him settle into the pillows.

I pushed my underwear down and stepped out of them, naked and aroused. I stood before him, letting him devour me as I had been devouring him, with my eyes.

“I want you, daddy.” He bit his lip and my brain shorted out.

I was on the bed and pouncing on him in a single heartbeat. My mouth found the bare skin just above the tiny lace panties. I licked his body and mouthed his dick through the sheer fabric.

“Ohhhh, mmmmmmm……. That feels incredible daddy. Please, I want more.”

“I do love when you beg for me.” I ran my big hands up both of his silk clad legs. I plucked the elastic band that held one up, making it snap on his thigh. His eyes dilated in the growing darkness.

My hands explored his chest and I pushed the flowy pink top over his head. Now that he was dressed in pink below the waist only, he looked extra enticing.

“You look beautiful. I have one more thing for you to wear.” I got off the bed and lit several candles and turned down the lights. I grabbed the last box from the gift pile.

I climbed back onto the bed and came to rest on my knees between his seductively spread legs. “Please sit up, baby boy.”

He sat up and leaned into me, our lips meeting, kissing gently and seductively. He tasted like sex and desire.

I pulled back and waited until he was focused. I held the box and indicated he should open it. He lifted the lid and his eyes grew comically wide.

“Is that real?” He looked at me in shock.

“Yes. I want you to wear it while I fuck you senseless.”

His fingers ran over the item in the box. He nodded and met my eyes again.

I set the box down and pulled out the necklace that was nestled inside. I opened the clasp and placed it around his neck and refastened it. His fingers reached up and ran along the details of the jewelry.

“Lay back down, love.” I whispered the words and watched him as he sunk back into the pillows, his eyes never leaving mine. The look of invitation in his eyes melted my heart and made my body rock hard.

In the candlelight his perfect skin looked golden and the pink panties, garter belt and stockings shimmered in the flickering flame.

Around his neck I’d placed a platinum and diamond choker with a perfect pink pearl drop and pink diamond pendant dangling, resting on his smooth, soft skin.

“My treasure.” I didn’t realize I was saying it until the words were already out. But I was right. In this mansion, filled with literal treasures of all varieties, probably worth millions of dollars, the treasure I wanted most was right in front of me.

I stretched out over him and kissed him deeply. He moved and made the sounds I’d dreamed about multiple times since I’d met him. He was truly perfect to me.

“Can I make love to you, baby?”

“Yes, I want you so much.” He was breathless as I moved from his lips to trail kisses down his neck. I kissed him around the diamonds and moved lower.

I licked each nipple and then blew cold air across them making them pebble and tighten. He sucked in his breath confirming the effect it had on him.

“How do you want me?” I asked as I reached the apex of his legs. I kissed him through the lace. I found all the areas the tiny panties didn’t cover and I kissed all the exposed skin I found.

“Anyway you want to take me, daddy. Please just take me!”

His limit had been reached, he couldn’t stand any more foreplay right now. He wanted his daddy’s giant cock in that perfectly tight little ass. I would give him anything, including his way.

I pulled him up into my arms and rolled us both over so that he was on top. I scooted myself up and back until I was reclined against the headboard and my baby boy was in my lap.

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life. You think you can handle it, love?”

“Yes, I can handle it, especially since I know you won’t hurt me. As far as this being the ride of my life, let’s add ‘so far’ to that. I plan on riding you in the future, so I expect it will only get better.”

Remembering this was only his second time, I took as much time as I could to prepare him for my invasion. He was so impatient by the time I had three fingers fucking him slowly.

“Please, daddy! I need you to fuck me!” He whined and fell against my chest in his desperation.

“My god, you are so beautiful. I’m going to give you what you need, baby, but I had to make sure you were ready. It won’t take as long as we do this more often.”

Finally, I had my cock lubed and standing at attention. I lifted Elgin, with his pink lace panties twisted to the side, and I found his entrance with the tip of my rod.

Slowly he worked down the length. I held him and supported his weight as he worked to relax his body to take me fully inside. It took about half as long as the first time.

I kept my hands under his ass as he rested on my shaft. Sitting completely on my pelvis was a little bit too much for him right now. He’d winced and pulled away when he’d sunk down that far, so I gave him a buffer with my big hands.

He kissed me while his body relaxed and adjusted. I could feel the stockings he wore as they brushed against my sides where his legs wrapped around me.

The pink undies were pushed to the side and all his junk was free, pushed into my skin with no fabric barrier.

After a short time of adjustment, he was ready to ride. I carefully held him and prevented him from taking too much or going too fast.

He started moaning and gasping and mumbling as his body slowly moved above mine. He was telling me he wanted me, he needed me.

After a time, he had gotten very comfortable and he wanted more control, so I let him have as much as he needed.

He was holding himself steady with his hands on my shoulders and squatting so he did most of the lifting and lowering. I still guided and steadied him, bearing a portion of his weight.

Soon he was pulling away from my grasp and really riding me faster and harder. His body slammed down and popped back up, over and over, fast and hard.

I leaned back and let him take control completely. He was making deep sounds in his throat as he found a rhythm that drove us both wild.

I watched him in the candlelight as his body gleamed with a light dusting of perspiration. The diamonds around his neck glittered spectacularly as he body moved seductively over mine.

He looked like a deity of elven folklore or a magical fairy sprite as his small body continued to take me inside him repeatedly. His whole body glowed and hummed and sparkled in the light.

“Help me, daddy! Make me cum!” His legs were growing weak and trembled from his efforts and the building pleasure.

I grabbed him around his small waist and helped him continue his bouncing movements while adding in nice hard thrusts up from below.

I quickly found a tempo that had us both straining and panting. He was screaming my name, his head thrown back, in utter abandon.

I watched as he started to shatter. His body thrashed and convulsed as he started to orgasm. He yelled swears and praise and gibberish to the ceiling. I held him in one position and jackhammered up into his tight ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh….. oh god yes! Fuck me, daddy, FUCK ME!” He fell forward as his erection started to bob and released huge squirts of semen, pumping it out in thick streams.

His climax set mine off as well. I thrust up into him frantically, grunting and groaning louder and louder as the tension built to it’s crescendo.

“Baby! Oh, FUCK!” I gripped him tightly, pulling him against me as my balls pulled up on either side of my cock, my seed bursting forth, filling my glittery treasure with my semen and my love.

I fell back into the pillows, bumping the headboard into the wall. He followed me down, content in my arms and impaled on my lap.

We lay together, breathing hard and covered in sweat and our shared fluids. My body felt limp but I had enough strength to hold him close and whisper tender words into his ear.

He lay nearly motionless in my arms.

His breathing slowed and he snuggled deeper into my embrace.

In the bathroom, I ran the shower and helped him out of the rest of his pink delicates. I gently undid the diamond choker and placed it back in it’s box.

We shared the shower and caressed each other. Our bodies clean and spent, we dried off and went back into the bedroom. I pulled him into the bed beside me.

“I want you to stay.” I whispered against his lips while I kissed him softly.

“Okay, I need to text my mom and let her know.”

“Will you get in trouble or anything?”

“No. She’ll probably have a lot to say about it, but if it’s not this, it’s something else anyway.”

“Are things rough at home with your mom, honey?”

“Sometimes. She gets drunk and blames me for everything wrong in her life. Even stuff that is obviously her ugly husband’s doing.”

I hated that he had to live like that. Especially because I wanted to cherish him and treasure him so completely.

“Can I do anything to help you?”

“No. I need to stay at home until I finish school. My job pays for gas and insurance, but it doesn’t cover much else. I’m kind of trapped until I can graduate and get a good job in Manchester or Concord.”

My mind flashed a picture of him riding my cock with $70K worth of diamonds around his neck and I felt extremely guilty again.

“I hate hearing that. Are you sure I can’t help you?” I didn’t want to offer him money outright and knowing him, he wouldn’t ask for it either.

“You are helping me. You’re making me blissfully happy every moment of every day, whether I’m with you or not.” He kissed me again.

“I want you with me.” I shouldn’t say things like that with barely a week left of my vacation from reality.

I couldn’t admit, or I wouldn’t admit that I was in love with him, even to myself. I wanted to sweep him off his feet and take him back to Baltimore. I wanted him in my bed and in my house and in my life. It just wasn’t realistic for either of us, so why even think about it?

The final week in Pimingdale saw tons of contractors and workmen all over the house. I felt the need to get it in a better state for when I had to leave it behind.

I spent as much time with Elgin as possible. I wished I could take him out to eat or to a movie, but we couldn’t be seen together in town. It would have made his life far too difficult. Especially after I left.

I wanted to date him, not just fuck him. He was so mature and intelligent. He was funny and witty and bold. He was sweet and caring, loving and appreciative. He was beautiful and sexy. And I couldn’t tell a soul about it.

My life back home was busy and stressful. I worked a crazy amount of hours and tried to maintain a few friendships, but even they suffered. A guy like Jeffery, who had his own busy life and career was a good fit for me. Just not Jeffery the person.

Elgin, my treasured lover, would suffer in that environment. I wasn’t the same person back in Baltimore. I couldn’t give him all the love and passion and companionship that he deserved. It would kill me to watch him be lonely while in a relationship with me.

I made sure that my impending departure was always casually discussed so that it maybe didn’t hurt as much when it happened. Avoiding it would have been selfish. I was just honest with him about having to leave on a preset date and time.

He always remained level headed and calm about it, never giving in to a tantrum or a dramatic scene. Not the behavior I’d expect for any participant in such a hot, passionate, intense love affair. He handled it better than I would have if I were on his end of things.

It was two days before my flight back home when I found out the day I was leaving was Elgin’s actual twentieth birthday. My heart broke to think I’d walk away from him on his birthday. What a fucking ass hole, I was.

I wanted to pay his tuition and buy him a new car. I wanted to set him up in his own apartment and pay his rent. I wanted to fly him to see me every two weeks. I didn’t do any of those things. I wasn’t going to blur the lines with that bullshit.

I would be back to see my house, but I wasn’t going to ask him to wait for those rare occasions, putting everything on hold. He needed to go to school, find real love with someone closer to his own age. I’d thought all of these thoughts a million times.

It just got harder as the last forty eight hours flew by. I tried my best not to get overly emotional. I needed to be strong for him. He was the one that was going to have far more baggage to carry away from this thing between us.

He had to stay here. With his drunk mother and cruel stepfather. He had to work in a tiny, outdated tech shop in a tiny, outdated little town that didn’t even draw tourists anymore.

He would be the one who had to remember losing his virginity to an older, unavailable man who lavished him with girly undergarments and slathered him in museum worthy jewels. And then left.

I would go back to my important career, my fancy condo, my Audi and my Ferrari. I would be able to fondly look back at the month I spent with a beautiful sex partner that I got to enjoy and then leave behind easily.

But it wouldn’t be easy. It was sure going to be a hell of a lot easier than what I left him with. I could very well have destroyed this young man’s life. Maybe Jeffery was right. I’m a selfish bastard. Holy mother fuck!

I only had one night left with Elgin before I was leaving in the morning. I had to push all of that down and give him something to remember me by. Something I’d remember him by.

By this time, Elgin had gotten used to my massive size and he only needed a brief time of preparation before we could really get to the hard fucking we both enjoyed. We both still took great pleasure in our slower, tender love making though, too.

The night before, he’d worn the red outfit I’d gotten him and I fucked him on his hands and knees on the couch in the living room.

We fucked again in Dr. Frost’s big wingback chair. I took him in my lap over a safe filled with roughly three million dollars worth of gems. A wall full of books worth tens of thousands of dollars silently witnessed our intense pleasure.

Tonight I had plans to try something new and even more exciting. I was going to give him all the control. Every ounce of it.

As arranged, he arrived after school and changed in one of the bathrooms downstairs. He climbed the stairs to find me blindfolded, spread eagle on the four postered bed I’d found in one of the many guest rooms.

I already had my legs tied to the two footboard posts. I waited for him to tie my hands. After my hands were secure, he pulled the satin fabric from my eyes so I could see him for the first time today.

He stood next to the bed in the black leather harness and the matching leather jockstrap. The soft lambskin cradled his already growing excitement.

To my surprise he had on black thigh high stockings and black patent leather high heeled boots that fell just a few inches below the lace at the top of the stockings. My body reacted to the erotic surprise.

“Where did those come from? You look incredible. I now have a boot fetish, thank you very much.” I pulled against the restraints to touch him, but I was tied securely.

“I bought the stockings after my friend Regan let me borrow her boots. Do you like them?” He turned slowly to show off the ensemble, but my eyes were drawn to his perky little ass framed by the jockstrap perfectly.

“Umhmm. I love them. Let me touch you, baby boy.” I begged, needing him. Any other time, I’d have already had my hands all over him and my mouth on his by now. Even if he was there to work on my laptop and have dinner before we got busy, we would have passionately kissed hello.

“I like looking at you like this, daddy. You look like a bronze Latin god who’s being sacrificed to save humanity.” He bit his lip making me growl.

“A sacrifice, willingly given to you, love.”

I watched him as he strolled around the bed. He looked at my body, fully exposed other than the purple mesh jock I’d bought for myself in the shop in Manchester. The mesh did nothing to conceal the raging hard-on that strained the thin fabric to it’s limit.

He reached for the riding crop that I’d pre-placed on the dresser. Along with it there were nipple clips, lube, disposable gloves, a speculum, cat o’ nine tails, a fluffy ostrich feather, several dildos and buttplugs, a Hitachi wand and chocolate syrup.

I had promised him I’d give him a full array of items that he could use on me. If I’d provided it, he had been given carte blanche to use them on me, at will.

He slapped the crop into his hand. His eyes were trained on me the whole time. He was making sure I watched him. Like I could watch anything else but him.

He set the crop back down and picked up the chocolate syrup. It was good gourmet stuff, not the sickly sweet Hershey’s I usually used on my ice cream.

He came to the edge of the bed, opening the syrup as he stalked towards me. He took a dollop of the rich chocolate on his finger tip and brought it to my lips.

“Doesn’t it smell delicious?” He purred.

“Yes, baby, so delicious.” I bit my bottom lip and watched his incredible eyes.

He pulled his finger back and stuck it in his mouth, sucking it clean. My mouth was open as I watched, entranced by his every move.

He climbed onto the mattress next to my body. I pulled against the restraints again, desperate to touch him. He slowly leaned forward as softly kissed my lips. The faint taste of chocolate on his breath.

He took another small amount of the chocolate and this time he rubbed it over my bottom lip and let me lick the rest from his finger.

He crashed his mouth onto mine and started kissing me, sharing the rich sweet flavor with me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, cleaning it off while driving me wild.

“Your eyes are almost totally black right now.” He was leaning over me, still licking our sticky kiss off his lips. His scent and warmth overwhelming me.

“My body is on high alert because my mate is near and giving off tons of pheromones. I need to breed him.”

“Of course you do, daddy. You’re purely male and hardwired to give me pleasure. I’m the luckiest baby in the world.”

“Fuck, Elgin. Please fucking touch me.” I tried to fight the urgency I felt, but I was failing.

His hand gently came to rest on my sternum and he slowly, very lightly trailed it down between my pecs and over my abdomen. He pulled it away again leaving me aching for his touch.

He climbed off the bed and came back with the nipple clips and the feather. I swallowed hard in anticipation. I knew he’d never used any of these items, which made it all the more erotic to me.

“Tell me if it hurts, daddy.” He said it as he slowly let the clip clamp down on my right nipple.

I hissed out a sharp breath at the sensation. “It hurts so good, baby.”

“Good.” He added the second clip to my left nipple.

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I’d used everything on that dresser before but it all felt a hundred times better with Elgin.

I felt the feather on my neck, snapping me back to attention. I tried to focus on his face as he dragged the fluffy tendrils over my chin. A lust haze clouded my vision and I tried to blink it away.

After he tickled and tortured me with the feather, he put it down and climbed onto the bed from the end, coming to rest between my legs. I strained to lift my head to watch him.

He bent his head over my mesh covered manhood, dragging in my scent through his nose and mouth. I could feel his warm breath but he didn’t touch me. I groaned in my building agony.

Finally he ran his fingers over the swollen ridge of my member. My whole body was covered in goosebumps from the slight touch.

He started to crawl over me, one arm on each side of waist, his body moving over my crotch to come closer. He rested his weight on top of me and flicked the right nipple clip with his wet tongue.

“Fuck.” I gritted the word out. The pain shocked me for a fraction of a second and then the pleasure rippled over me.

He repeated the action on my left nipple. He moved even further up my body until he dragged his erection over mine. The leather and mesh between us, frustratingly.

He kissed my chin, my cheek. He kissed my nose and each eyelid. He lavished attention on every inch of my head, other than my begging lips and mouth.

“Please baby. Kiss me, Elgin.” I tried to command him. He ignored my pleas and kissed back down my neck to my burning nipples.

He gently unclipped the right, the blood rushed back into it, making it throb and sting. He unclipped the left and watched as I dealt with the aftermath.

After a few moments he leaned forward and lightly licked each tender nip. He kissed them and then he lightly bit my left one, making me yelp in surprise and perfect pain.

He pulled away and sat up. He rested on my pelvis, feeling as light as air on top of me. He watched my face as he ran both hands over my chest and stomach, touching every inch of my torso.

We held each other’s eyes for a sizzling moment and then he was kissing me deeply, plundering my mouth with his tongue. My arms pulled in vain against the straps.

He kissed me until we were both breathless and then he disappeared off the bed. He blocked the dresser with his body as he decided on his next method of torture.

He turned around and made sure I watched him as he snapped on a pair of gloves. He came back to the bed with the lube and all the dildos and butt plugs. This was going to ratchet up a notch.

I moaned involuntarily as I watched him climb back onto the bed. He used the quick release on both of my leg restraints, but his eyes warned me to be good and stay put.

He took the opportunity to pull my tiny underwear off, leaving me naked before him. He re-clipped my legs in place and crawled closer to my sex. With full eye contact, he bent forward and ran the tip of his tongue over my boner.

He squirted a good amount of lube into his right gloved hand. He reached down and ran it over my taint and into my crack. His fingers slid through my furry cleft.

He’d told me before that he loved my natural public and ass hair. I’d never manscape again. I wanted to move my legs to give better access.

He soon realized he wanted more access too. “I’m going to unclip you so I can have you reposition yourself. Don’t you dare touch me.” His tone was playful but serious.

First he undid my hands and then he clipped them together over my head. He unclipped my legs and directed me to move down the bed until he could re-clip each leg to the straps that hung from the upper frame of the bed.

He had my legs in a V shape, each one in the air, supported by the restraints. He then pulled the center restraint from the headboard and clipped it to my joined hands. He tightened the strap until my arms were pulled tightly over my head, bound together and secure.

My shoulders made loud popping sounds and he froze. His wide eyes made me grin. I answered his unasked question. “Just my old joints, baby. They do that when I stretch in the morning.” My tone was calm and reassuring and he sagged with relief.

Assured that I was fine, but tightly restrained, he moved to stand at the end of the bed where my whole body was held open, on display just for his pleasure. And mine.

He had removed the gloves to work the straps, so he put on another pair and grabbed the bottle of lube again. He smirked at me as his slick gloved fingers started to explore my nicely spread crack.

He pumped my shaft and fondled my testicles with his lubed hands. My hips wanted to push up into his touch, but the position of my legs, suspended and spread made it impossible.

“I’m going to use your hole now, daddy.” He warned before I felt his thin finger push inside. It felt amazing. He twisted it this way and that, exploring my entrance from inside. He quickly added a second finger and I pushed myself open for him as best I could.

“How about a toy, daddy? This one looks like a good place to start.”

He picked up the 7″, slightly tapered realistic looking silicone cock. He rubbed lube over it, pumping it like he had done to me moments before.

“Daddy’s going to take it in his ass. You ready, daddy?”

“Oh yes, baby boy, I’m so fucking ready.” I couldn’t do anything other than beg him to touch me. I could barely see him from this angle and my position in restraints.

I felt the tip of the dildo as he pressed it to my entrance. And then the head popped into my tight ring and I gasped at the intrusion. It felt exciting.

He pushed it inside me, dragging it back out, across my pleasure center. The friction on my prostate made my balls and cock tighten up even more.

He slowly fucked me with the toy for a few moments. He pulled it out and set it aside. “I think you need more. Don’t you?”

“Yes, baby, please!” My head rolled from side to side as I begged for more pressure, pleasure, anything! His restraint was intoxicating. I was so into all of it.

He picked up a larger dildo, more streamlined in shape, but thicker than the first one he’d used. It’s smooth surface easily slid inside me with almost no resistance.

“Wow, you look incredible with a big toy in your ass. How about we try something more authentic?”

My muddled brain couldn’t remember what toys I’d even purchased. The only realistic one was the first one he had fucked me with.

Elgin pulled off his gloves and moved the items he’d brought over, off to the side. He unclipped my right leg, letting it fall back to the mattress like it was dead.

I curled it slightly to relieve my joints as the blood flow returned to normal, making my leg ache vaguely.

He moved onto the end of the bed and lifted my free leg and slid his knee under it. I strained my head up to see what he was up to.

He had himself in hand, fisting it, pumping it. He was going to fuck me! Fuck yes! Holy shit, this was hot. He looked hot, sitting there so aroused.

Elgin moved up between my legs. My left leg was still suspended to the top of the post and my right leg was free. He shifted around until he and I lined up.

“Are you going to fuck me, baby boy?”

His eyes met mine and then he was pushing inside me, taking my breath away. “I certainly am, daddy.” He smirked.

He moved my right leg a bit and found a comfortable position. He pushed himself into me several times but was still having a hard time finding an angle.

“Release my leg, love, it’s starting to hurt. I promise I’ll be good and I’ll get in a good position for you.”

He undid the clip and my leg fell to the bed, dead weight. I pulled both legs up so my feet were flat and my knees were bent.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, baby, I just needed to move for a second. This should be easier for you.” I lifted both legs in the air, spread in a more natural position. “You can hold onto my legs for leverage.”

“Okay. You look amazing all spread open for me, daddy. Ready?”

I nodded and made a sound of agreement. Elgin found a comfortable position right away and grabbed my legs to steady both of us. He lined his rock hard manhood to my hot hole and pushed in deeply this time.

“That feels so good.” I spoke to the ceiling, enjoying the sensation and the trust bond I felt in this vulnerable position.

Soon his thin, young hips were pumping his sizable cock in and out of my anus. He found a good pace and started thrusting harder. It felt incredible.

I hadn’t been fucked in the ass in several years. I was always so dominant in my sexual relationships, no one ever really asked to fuck me. Elgin had asked and I not only wanted it, but I’d give him anything he asked for, so it was a no-brainer.

That conservation had led to this bondage idea with our usual roles reversed. He loved the idea and so did I. I wanted to surrender to him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to me. His every touch pleased me.

Elgin had been using my ass for a few minutes before he decided to try something else. He went back to the dresser and grabbed the biggest butt plug. It was the traditional tree on a base shape.

“Spread those legs as wide as possible, daddy. I’m saving my spot with this.” He lubed it as he ordered me to obey.

I complied and he slowly worked the large black silicone plug into my opening. Finally it popped inside and my body clamped down on it. He lightly patted the base, giving me jolts of pleasure.

He guided my feet back to the mattress and placed them where he wanted them. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s good.”

He materialized next to my head and crawled onto the tall bed. He moved closer until his erection was hovering over my face. He pushed the tip down until it rubbed over my lips.

“Lick it.” His eyes held mine. I stuck out my tongue and touched him everywhere I could reach.

“Suck my cock, daddy.” He said it calmly, making me shiver in anticipation. He moved even closer. I sucked him in.

Elgin leaned forward and started thrusting into my mouth, fucking my face from the side, slowly at first. He pulled out and moved over my head, straddling my face, with his back to the headboard.

He bent over me and put his hands on my solid pectorals and started thrusting into my mouth harder and deeper, effectively throat fucking me. I sucked him down as hard as I could.

He was moaning and thrusting, enjoying my wet mouth. He tasted amazing and being used by him had me nearly drunk with pleasure. My whole body throbbed and I could feel myself gripping the huge toy in my ass.

“Fuck! Daddy, your mouth!” He squeezed his eyes shut tighter. “It’s amazing.” The last two words were a gasp.

I felt him swell and the coppery taste of his seed filled my mouth as he shot his load into my throat. I happily kept sucking him, greedily.

After coming hard, he pulled away and fell back onto the bed. He was panting and I wanted to touch him but my hands were still bound.

As if he heard my thoughts, he unclipped my hands from the strap and released them from each other. I moved them to my sides and waited for his next direction.

“You need to cum, daddy. I think you should cum in my ass.” He was sliding off the edge of the bed now.

“Can I touch you?” I was dying to reach out.

“In a minute.” He moved to the foot of the bed. “Ready for this to come out?” He touched the plug.

I nodded and relaxed my muscles so he could gently pull it out. “I need you, Elgin.” I was desperate to touch him and ravage him.

I scooted my body up further onto the bed to stretch all my muscles while he put everything back on the dresser and returned to the bed.

He slowly climbed over me and sat on my hips. “Please touch me, Al.” His voice was soft.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. We kissed and held each other for a long time. Eventually he moved over my straining erection.

“Hold me up, daddy.”

I held onto his waist and supported his weight while he slowly pushed himself onto me. Once I was inside, he rode me down until he was flush and filled.

I held him tight as we slowly made love. We kissed and moved against one another, taking our time and savoring each moment.

I rolled both of us over until I was above him. His beautiful eyes sparkled for me as I laid him back on the bedding and pillows. He was truly exquisite.

I moved within him. I tried to remember every sensation, every sound he made. My emotions were flooding in and I couldn’t stop myself from tearing up.

I buried my face in his neck and hair as I continued to thrust into his soft, perfect body. I could feel his love all around me as we sailed higher and higher.

“Yes, Al, yes. Cum for me, daddy.”

I groaned and thrust harder while still holding him tight. My climax raced through me and I pumped my semen into my love. Our lips collided as my body relaxed from my orgasm.

I rolled over so we lay side by side. Our lips clung to each and our bodies strained for all the contact we could get.

A short time later, Elgin was starting to doze off. I pulled myself up and out of the bed. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him back to our bedroom. My bedroom. The bedroom.

In the bed we snuggled under the covers and held onto each other tightly. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was shortly after midnight.

“Baby boy?” I whispered to him in the dark.

“Hmmm?” He answered but didn’t move.

“Happy birthday, my love.” I kissed his temple. He turned his head and found my lips. We kissed tenderly for the longest time. We fell asleep clinging to one another.

Just before dawn I awoke and made love to Elgin, passionately, one last time. We lay together afterwards whispering endearments. No promises were made, because they couldn’t be.

In the morning, we took a shower together in near silence. We washed each other, both trying to soak up as much contact as we could. It would only be a few hours until I left.

We dressed and ate breakfast. We both attempted to talk like it was a regular day, but it was the end. The end of something truly beautiful but unsustainable.

“Al, I’m not going to contact you after you leave.”

“What?” I tried not to sound upset. I had no fucking right to be upset.

“I want to stay in touch, like we said, but I can’t be the needy young guy that texts and then stresses until you answer. And I would stress, waiting for a response.”

“You’re right, that would be unfair since I work so much. I can’t respond for hours sometimes.”

“If you contact me, I’ll always respond, but I can’t be the one to initiate. It will eat at me until I’m miserable.”

“Fuck, Elgin, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t, Al. We said we wouldn’t rehash it all. Let’s just be here, together, until you have to leave.”

“You’re right. I know. But please make one exception. If you need anything, anything at all, please reach out. I know you don’t want anything from me, but I will always help you if you need it, honey.”

He nodded and looked at his plate. He wouldn’t or couldn’t meet my eyes. I knew what he was thinking. I’d give him anything in the world. Except for myself. I felt like shit.

We cleaned up the kitchen and unplugged everything and shut it down until I could come back to the house.

Afterwards we moved into the living room. I sat on the couch and he sat in my lap. He leaned against my chest, silent and still. I held him to me.

I felt his tears on my neck and I died inside. I was leaving him in so much pain. My pain was acute, but his heartache must be nearly intolerable.

All too soon, I dressed for my flight and finished packing my bag. He hovered around the bedroom as I zippered the bag. We walked downstairs together and to the front door.

Out on the porch, he waited as I locked up the house for good. We walked to my car and he stood by while I put my bags in the backseat.

With nothing left to do but get in our cars and drive away, I turned to him. I had a sinking feeling that this was goodbye. Forever. My heart was shattered but I tried to hold it together.

I took his hand and walked him to his car. When we reached his driver’s door, he spun into me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

With his face buried against my chest, his tears began to pour. He cried harder and harder and I couldn’t do anything but hold him even closer.

My own tears ran over my cheeks. I’d never cried over a guy. Not since junior high or something. But this young man was so incredibly different from anyone else. He was special. Really special to me.

He pulled back and tried to wipe his eyes, but he still cried. I leaned down and kissed his lips, tasting the salt on his mouth.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. My precious baby boy. I’ll miss you more than I can explain.”

He nodded and stepped back. I opened his door and held it while he climbed in and put on his seatbelt. Before I closed the door, I leaned in and kissed him hard, one last time.

I numbly walked to the rental car and climbed in. I followed his car down the driveway. I watched as he turned off the bluff road towards home and I continued down.

As I drove to the airport, all I could think of was the fact I’d probably never see him again. He would answer my texts, but I shouldn’t even send him any. I would just be jerking him along, for nothing.

I barely remember returning the car or checking in. I didn’t hear the flight attendant when he asked if I wanted a drink. He’d moved along to the next row in first class before I realized he’d addressed me.

My condo didn’t feel like home. My bed was huge and empty. My Audi and Ferrari didn’t look exciting. I hoped I’d shake it off in the next few days. I had to go back to work the day after tomorrow.

The next day, I did laundry and checked my work emails and even read some case files to keep my mind busy. And then it was time to go to work.

The hospital, which had always been my real home, felt lacking. I huffed out my breath at my deep melancholy. This was real life and I needed to get my shit together.

I met with the other internist and we worked on several cases. She asked about my trip but I didn’t want to talk about it. I basically told her the house was amazing. I planned to keep it and retire there and then I changed the subject.

I worked late every night that first week back. Anything to avoid being home by myself. Work was the only thing that could take my mind off him.

Two weeks in it had gotten slightly easier, but I was just generally unhappy all the time. I think it got easier because I got used to it, more than anything. I didn’t even notice how miserable I was to be around.

I was so tempted to text him. I just wanted to check in, but it was so unfair. If he’d made any progress in healing his heart I’d broken on his fucking birthday, I’d wipe it all out if I contacted him now.

As I sat and stared at my phone sitting on my desk, I heard a knock at my office door. The door was open, so it was a courtesy knock. You’ll understand my surprise then to find Jeffery at my door. Courtesy wasn’t his style. Barging in fuming was more expected.

“Hey stranger.” He smiled his megawatt smile that I’d been so fond of in a past life. At least it felt like a past life at this point.

“Jeffery.” I refused to say more.

“Still mad at me then?” He was now making himself comfortable in my visitor chair. I rolled my eyes at his moronic question.

“No, not mad at all. I simply don’t care.” There was no inflection in my reply.

“Someone’s defensive. It’s alright Al, I forgive you. You were stressed about your dead friend. Juana said you got home a few weeks ago. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from you.” He slowly crossed his legs, trying to look seductive.

Juana. Of course. My sister and her big fucking mouth. I bet she’d told Jeffery about the fortune of gems and paintings. He saw dollar signs and came crawling back. His next move would be to offer sex. You just watch.

“What do you want, Jeffery?” I leaned back and tried to look as annoyed as I felt.

“I want to fix things between us. I was in a bad mood and you were unreasonable due to your grief. I could make you forget everything if you’d let me come over tonight.”

There it was. He must really think I’m an idiot. I just looked at him. He looked fake and pathetic. How was I ever into this guy?

“Get out, Jeffery. Don’t make me call security.” I pointed to the door.

“What? You don’t mean that, Al. Don’t mess around.” His face didn’t match his words. He tried to sound calm but his face looked panicked. I was glad.

“Goodbye, Jeffery. Leave. Now.” I stood and towered over the room.

He stood and acted insulted and shocked by my behavior. It made me want to punch his ugly face in. He was a hideous human being and I had to get him out of my office.

“You asked for it.” I said it quietly as I stalked around my desk towards him. I wanted to scare him away, but if he didn’t move I would fucking hit him. I’d never wanted to hit anyone before. Not like this.

“Wait! I’ll go. Just unblock me so we can stay in touch.” By the time he finished his words he was backing out the door with terror in his blue eyes.

“Fuck you, Jeffery.” He was in the hall so I slammed and locked the door, right in his stupid face.

I wanted to call my sister and bawl her out. What was she doing talking to Jeffery in the first place? He only contacted her to milk her for info. And she fell for it every single time.

I was so angry I wanted to cry. I decided to leave work, on time, and go to the gym. Maybe some serious cardio would cleanse away the anger. Being this mad gave me a headache and I hated being weak.

After the gym and a good night’s sleep, thanks to a large serving of Cuban rum, I was able to text my sister and nicely ask her and my niece to brunch the next day. She obliviously agreed.

Juana and her daughter Ursula were late. They were always late, thanks to Juana. Our family had always joked that she’d be late to her own funeral.

Ursula hugged me, squeezing me tight. Juana hugged and kissed me. They acted like I’d been gone for a year, not just a number of weeks.

“What’s wrong?” It was the first thing Juana said as she sat down.

“What do you mean? I invited you to brunch, what’s wrong with that?” I tried to play dumb. She always sensed that very root of the problem.

“You look terrible.”

“Gee, thanks sis. Fuck you, too.” I tried to joke, but my heart wasn’t in it.

“Doesn’t he look tired and sad, Ursula?”

“Don’t drag her into this! Stop ganging up on me. I’ll stick you with the bill.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong Uncle Al? You do look tired and sad, sorry to say.” Ursula backed up her mom, which was rare.

She was always on my side. I thought about it and I didn’t think I had looked in the mirror before I left the house. Another rarity. Oh no.

“I’m just having a hard time getting back into the swing of things at work. It was a long trip.” So lame. I knew it wasn’t going to fly already.

“Bullshit.” Juana was honest as ever.

“Why did you talk to Jeffery?” That was a start. Turn it on her.

“You know I like Jeffery. He and I hit it off right away. Why would you break up with him? He’s so heartbroken.” I watched Ursula roll her eyes at her mother’s clueless words.

“Christ sake, Juana. Get your head out of your ass. Jeffery is using you to get to me. I’ve told you that before, when I was on good terms with him. What makes you think he wouldn’t do that, and worse, when I’ve kicked him to the curb?” I was trying not to yell.

“I told you, mom!” Ursula was back on my side! Go girl!

“What? He’s so sweet. I didn’t tell him anything I shouldn’t have.” My sister tried to act defensive, but it was weak. She knew she was wrong.

“He’s not sweet. He’s manipulative. He’s mean. And he wants your daughter’s inheritance. You told him about the jewelry and stuff, didn’t you?”

“Mom! You told him about that? I’m sixteen and I’d know better than to do that.”

“Now who’s getting ganged up on?” She had a point, but I was mad.

“I’m telling you right now, delete and block that ass hole, or I’ll never speak to you again. I’m dead serious.”

“Fine. I won’t talk to him ever again. I promise. But you have to tell me what’s wrong, because this isn’t it.”

How did she do that? “Damn Cuban witch.” I mumbled it under my breath.

“Something happened in New Hampshire. Something bigger than the split with Jeff.” She was trying to appease me by calling him Jeff. He’d go ballistic on anyone who dared to call him Jeff.

“Can we order food and just eat?”

“No.” Juana and Ursula said it in unison. God damnit.

“Fine. I met someone else. He was amazing and I had to leave him behind. It’s more complicated than I can explain. Don’t ask, please.”

“You know we’re going to ask, so just deal with it Uncle Al.” Ursula gave me her sweet tone that usually melted my reserve.

“You guys, please. I’m going to cry in the restaurant if I go there. Can we at least do it later?” I knew it had to happen sooner or later.

“Yes. You’re coming over after brunch. Let’s rip off the band-aid.” Juana paused the interrogation and we ordered and ate our brunch.

Ursula stepped up and filled the space with telling me all about her dance, the school play she was in and everything else a sixteen year old likes to talk about.

She was a little girl in my eyes. Elgin was only four years older than her. I felt like a predator even though I knew I wasn’t.

After brunch I went over to my sister’s place. It was a small house that I had given her the down payment for. It was a divorce gift to her for finally dumpling the douchebag.

I had gone to school to become a doctor so I could take care of my family. My sister and niece were my whole family. I tried to buy her the house outright, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She wanted to say she’d bought the house, so I relented.

I knew she and Ursula were safe and that was good enough for me. Plus I’d bail her out if she ever needed it. And I had agreed not to buy Ursula a car at sixteen. I’d wait until she was seventeen. Compromise, Morgado family style.

Ursula wisely excused herself to do homework in her room. Juana and I settled in on her overstuffed couch.

“Tell me about the guy.” She cut to the chase.

“His name is Elgin. He’s beautiful, inside and out. And smart, so fucking smart. And funny.” I closed my eyes to control my emotions.

“What’s the deal? Why couldn’t he come back to Baltimore with you?”

“He’s from a small town, and he doesn’t know anyone. He’d be so lonely here, with how much I work all the time. It wouldn’t be fair to do that to him.”

“He’d get a job and make his own friends. He could be independent when you’re not around.” She tried to offer a solution without knowing anything. Typical Juana.

“He needs to finish school, and get his degree before he can find a good job, but that’s not really the point. Elgin wouldn’t fit in here.” I had no idea how to explain my feelings to her, so I tried to make plausible excuses.

“Wait, finish school? How old is this guy?” Oh shit, I wasn’t thinking when I said that. Fuck!

“He’s twenty, Juana. Careful what you say next.” I warned her, hoping she’d take my advice for once.

“Twenty?!?! Alvaro! What’s wrong with you? He’s just a kid.” She sounded exasperated.

“You don’t know him. He’s not “just a kid” either. He’s more mature than most of the guys I’ve dated that were my own age.”

“I find that hard to believe!” She still wasn’t getting it. I was about done here.

“Juana, I’m telling you, Elgin is amazing. The most amazing man I’ve ever known. But I don’t actually care what you think. I thought you’d at least try to understand since you claimed you were so worried about me. This is exactly why I couldn’t bring him back here! People are all going to act just like you.” I was standing and crying now.

I turned and stalked to the front door. My sister sat in shock. I never acted out like this. Before she could react, I walked out the door and climbed in my car and backed out of the driveway.

I turned off my phone when it started to ring. I’d look at it later. Right now I just needed to escape. I drove around Baltimore until it was totally dark out. I blasted the heaviest music I could find.

My head throbbing and my heart heavy, I finally returned home. Unable to ignore it any longer, I turned on my phone and looked at my texts from my sister. She was apologetic.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed out. I guess I’m still not able to talk about it without getting overcome. I promise to check in everyday if you don’t ask about Elgin.”

“That’s fair.” Her text came back right away.

“Goodnight, Juana. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, big brother.”

I tried to go to bed but I tossed and turned for two hours. I decided to get up and work for a while. I fired up the laptop Elgin built for me. It worked perfectly, all the time.

I had several new emails in my personal account, so I checked those first. I had heard back from one of the auction houses I’d contacted about the Frost Collection.

I’d sent copies of the inventories to them to see if they could give me some advice and a possible auction result estimate. Christie’s of New York had gotten back to me. I clicked the email.

As I skimmed the opening letter, I was shocked by their blatant excitement for the collections. They recommended doing several different well advertised auctions. One with the art and other household items, including the books.