Chapter 49

Jake remained in the doorway. “The vanity looks strong enough, and just the right height for my cock.”

“Yes. Please, Jake, I need you.”

Jake stayed where he was, but flipped open the cap of the bottle of lube. How the hell could such an action be sexy? But Jake managed to make it so. Though at the moment Barry was willing to bet Jake could make anything look sexy. And dribbling lube onto a finger and slicking it up certainly counted as sexy.

“Please, Jake.”

Jake smirked. “This turning you on?”

Barry whimpered. “Hell yes.” He leaned back and held his bent legs under his knees, presenting Jake with his arse.

“You slut,” Jake said, slowly striding forward, hard dick oozing a line of pre-cum pointing the way.

Barry did his best to stifle his moan of absolute pleasure when Jake’s pointer finger made contact with his arse lips.

“It’s okay, babe, Daddy Jake will take care of you,” Jake growled, petting Barry’s belly with his free hand.

Barry wasn’t into daddy-son role play, but, hell, he’d pretend to be anything Jake wanted if it got him fucked. “Please, Daddy Jake, need your big daddy dick.”

Jake’s smile was pure evil. “Think you deserve it? Have you been a good boy today?”

Barry moaned when the slick digit breeched his sphincter. “Oh! No, Daddy, I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Jake’s free hand smacked Barry’s naked hip. “Naughty boy. Tell Daddy what you did.”

Barry shook his head. He couldn’t think straight, not with Jake brushing his prostate.

“Daddy’s waiting.” And to prove his point, Jake ceased his massaging of Barry’s love nut.

“Uh. I was with a couple of cowboys today and…”

“Yes?” Jake asked, resuming his rubbing.

“Oh yes.” Barry wet his lips. “They were really hot and handsome. And I had lustful thoughts about them both all day.”

Jake’s free hand glided up Barry’s right leg to tickle his taint. “Lustful, eh? And which cowboy did you lust after the most?” The hand moved up to scratch the underside of his scrotum.

Usually when one of his men asked such a question, Barry’s automatic answer was the other man’s name. But Jake had him, literally, by the balls. Also Jake’s fingers were probing deeper into Barry’s arse. And hopefully those fingers would soon be replaced by something much bigger. He wasn’t going to say anything to jeopardize that from happening. But maybe there was another way. “I thought they were both awesome .”

Jake gave Barry’s balls a gentle squeeze. “You said one was hot and the other was handsome?”

Barry nodded.

“Tell me about the hot one. He’ll have been wearing hot clothing, red probably. Did you lust after him the most?”

“Jake!”

“That’s Daddy Jake to you, boy!” Jake gave Barry’s nuts another squeeze.

Barry rolled his head from side to side. He couldn’t think. “Uh, what was the question again?”

“This hot cowboy you saw today. Did you lust after him more than the handsome one?”

Barry loved Jimmy’s hot body, his strength, and his playful personality. Barry loved how handsome Jake was, his confidence, and his calmness under pressure. The cowboys knew this, but now and again Jimmy would try and convince Barry that he was the handsome one and Jake would insist that he was the hottest.

“The hot one was very hot, yes,” Barry said, pushing his arse out more, just to get a little bit more inside.

Jake shook his head and increased the pressure on Barry’s balls. “But did you want this hot cowboy, in the hot shirt, more than the other guy?”

“Yes! He and his shirt were hot and amazing and awesome and I wanted him to fuck me!”

Jake’s triumphal smile turned his handsome face into one befitting a god. But it seemed he hadn’t extracted all the confessions out of Barry he wanted. “And is red your favorite color?”

Barry was so out of his ever-loving mind he would confess that psychedelic hot pink with broad green stripes and flashing neon polka dots was his favorite color if it meant Jake would stop fucking around and just fuck him. Then the tiny part of Barry’s brain still capable of rational thinking sprang into life and Barry said, “No, Daddy.”

Jake frowned.

“Purple is my color.”

Jake seemed to consider that for a second, then nodded. “Good boy.” His free hand moved to pat Barry’s hip. “Does my boy want his reward now?”

“Hell yes!” Barry all but shouted.

Jake withdrew his fingers to work the lube bottle. It slipped out of his hands. Jake swore and bent to pick it up.

“Here, let me,” Barry said, holding out his hand for the bottle. He couldn’t wait any longer for Jake’s cock. Plus, greasing the guy up meant he could cop a feel, and that was always a good thing.