Tabula Colton

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Story Recap: Colton finds out that there never was a Miguel and his mind was wiped by Eizo Kimura. He's working with Julian Cheng, whose brother was also taken by Eizo, to find out the secrets of what happened . While Colton is still completely addicted to his owner; Jason Takada, an older muscle-daddy; the trail of clues leads him to push on and help unravel the mystery.

{Tabula Colton}

[Ch.7- The Boy in The Storm]

~By Emri~

"No, no. That's too much skin. I want my boy comfortable and warm, but his body needs more covering. He's shy and doesn't want so much attention," Mr. Takada told the stylist at Beau Gosse, a way overpriced store for high end boys just off Rodeo in Beverly Hills. Their logo was a white outline of a muscled boy lying on his side propped up on an elbow to show a bulging bicep. Antony; our stylist with green hair, seven face piercings, and a heavy french accent; nodded confidently and slipped the red tank top off of me.

I stood there in a pair of the athletic briefs Mr. Takada had given me the day before and felt exposed in the small, brightly lit room lined with mirrors. Antony disappeared from the room in search of more modest clothes. I turned to Mr. Takada and shivered in the cold. He came and hugged me, rubbing his hands over my chest and stopping on my pointy nipples to give them a flick while he kissed my shoulder.

Antony walked back in to find me hard in my briefs and happy in daddy's arms. He cleared his throat to get our attention, but didn't seem bothered by what he walked in on. He probably had a lot of freaky customers in this secluded, overpriced, private shop.

"Eef zyoo need time with zee boy, I come back... or I stay eef you want," Antony said as he hung up a rack of clothes.

Mr. Takada said something to him in French that sounded so sexy. Antony just laughed and gave me a wink. He pulled out a pair of gray fleece shorts and a white long-sleeved t-shirt with their logo on it and helped me into them. He put on a backwards gray baseball cap and simple white boat shoes. It probably cost over a thousand bucks and was something I could have picked out at Target, but everything had a luxurious feel to it and Mr. Takada nodded approvingly.

"I think hee'z style eez simple boy. With this face, he should be to model!" Antony said and put his hand to my cheek. "Once thees bruise has heal, he will be back to the beauty!"

"I know. That's why I want him covered more. He already gets enough attention," Mr. Takada said. I wondered just how much work Eizo had done on me. I didn't notice much difference from how Colton was before, but I didn't think I was that much more handsome. I had enjoyed seeing myself in the mirror, and I was getting a lot more look overs from guys and girls.

"There eez no disguise for a boy in heez prime and Colton eez so prime," Antony winked at me.

"He's a work of art, but he doesn't like all the attention. He's a total daddy's boy and only wants mine," Mr. Takada said as if this was a chore for him. I nodded. It was true. Colton got a lot of leers from others, and I knew they would be more forward if Mr. Takada wasn't there to scare them away. He knew I couldn't control myself around dominant men.

I'd had enough attention this morning while sneaking around to check the cell phone for Julian Cheng's message. I found it on its charger, but Donovan was in the kitchen already making breakfast. I'd slept in too late. Something about Mr. Takada's arms just put me into this deep and peaceful rest. I was having the best sleep of my life.

Luckily Donovan was preoccupied with his cooking. He gave me a morning kiss on the cheek and returned to the stove while I poured out a fresh cup of orange juice and tried to nonchalantly look at the phone. I found Julian's message. It read: "Hey Julia. Is this still your number? I'm still in the UK and everything is working out perfectly. I've learned so much and I can't wait to see you Monday at 9:30! It'll be good to be back in our old place with you. I miss you baby."

It had worked! I squealed happily and Donovan looked at me weird. I read where Mr. Takada had told him it was a wrong number but that he hoped he found Julia soon. Julian just wrote back an apology and that was that. I was impressed by his skills. There was a strange excitement to being so stealth on a secret mission. I'd just have to wait until Monday to see what he found.

"I do my best," Antony nodded confidently. He had me try on other clothes that would be good for school. They were good quality and pure skater boy like I liked, but wildly overpriced. I wasn't spending my money though. Mr. Takada thought nothing of it. He beamed proudly when he saw I liked the selections.

Antony got me some workout clothes next. I tried on those athletic tights and running shorts and stretchy tight tank tops. Mr. Takada enjoyed seeing me in the boy tights. He ordered them in a variety of coors. I was growing quite a pile. I thought we were finished, but Mr. Takada said something in French and Antony got an evil grin. He left and came back with a small pink shopping bag.

"He juz deliver thees right now!" Antony smiled and handed the bag to Mr. Takada.

"My boy will enjoy these nicely," Mr. Takada said and peaked my interest.

"And they're all pink? My baby likes pink on his pretty hole," Mr. Takada took a surprisingly dirty turn in front of the sales guy. Antony seemed like it was all part of his routine though.

"I'm zsure hee doez! Have a look," Antony offered and untied the bow on the bag. Mr. Takada opened it and pulled out a pair of pink silk tights and a tiny

"Dude," I turned and looked at Mr. Takada with alarm. He laughed at my blushing cheeks.

"Daddy's got you, don't worry. Who takes care of this pussy? Who makes that pussy cum?" he growled quietly in my ear even though Antony was right next to us.

"You do, daddy," I assured. He rubbed a hand down the back of my shorts and strummed my hole. I shivered in the cold dressing room that was the size of a small bedroom.

"Fuckin sexy-ass little girl," he said in that deep daddy tone and fingered my hole.

"You wish to try them on him?" Antony asked.

"Yeah we better. My boy likes things nice and snug. He's packing a handful in there that needs to be managed, so the tighter the better," Mr. Takada said and rubbed the bulge in his preppy shorts against my bottom. He slid his arms around me then pushed up my shirt.

"Of course, sir. Zee customer always come firsts!" Antony beamed. I bet he was making a hefty commission off of all this. Mr. Takada was probably going to tip him handsomely.

Antony helped me out of the clothes and then pulled off my briefs like modesty wasn't a real thing. He showed me how to get the tights on right and pulled them up over my hard cock.

"These are perfect," Mr. Takada squeezed his bulge as he watched me and the sales guy adjust my cock in the tights. Antony put my cock to the side and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Eez like an angel," Antony agreed. "I put in five other pairs and the bodysuit you liked if you wish to wear these home."

"Yes, all of it," Mr. Takada said. Antony gave me a pair of my new jeans to put over them and a yellow sweatshirt. I put on my white skater shoes and Mr. Takada handed Antony a credit card as the salesman packed up my new clothes. It struck me as funny that he'd taken me out to buy modest clothes but yet still put in some very trashy things for our private time.

"You really think I could model?" I asked absently when the valet brought our car around and put me in the passenger side.

"A lot of people would pay a lot of money to see you with or without clothes on," Mr. Takada laughed and pulled out onto the street.

"You think so? Really?" I said and bit my lip. There really were some upsides to being Colton.

"They were paying you plenty when we met, except that greedy site was taking 70% of it," Mr. Takada fumed as he drove past Santa Monica and started to wind up into the hills.

"What site?" I was lost again.

"You really don't remember how we met, kid. Do you?" he shook his head. "Probably for the best. It's not a good story."

"Tell me! Please!" I bounced in my seat excitedly. The tights under my jeans felt nice and silky against my legs. It was strangely erotic. I wiggled around to feel it better.

"Well one night I was home and... well I was on a porn site just watching some Asian guys when all of a sudden this angelic little face with sad little green eyes appeared next to the player window. He had pouty pink lips and told me to please click on him to see him live. From the first moment I saw those eyes I was a lost cause. I clicked on you and sure enough there you were in your bedroom," Mr. Takada started.

"In Utah?" I asked as Mr. Takada drove past the Beverly Hills hotel on Sunset. I wondered where he was going.

"Yep. You were in your boy's bedroom with baseball pennants and posters on the wall. You had this black bedspread and a San Francisco Giants pillow. You were leaned back with your legs spread wide and these cheap blue storebrand briefs on with a backwards blue baseball cap. You looked so innocent and all-american jock baby. You were rubbing your fingers between your cheeks and begging the guys in the room to go private. There were tons of guys in there making lewd comments and tipping you to get those briefs off." He said.

"They were hounding a seventeen year old and paying him?" I asked and squeezed my bulge.

"You were sixteen then. I know! It's not good! I always avoid those cam sites. It's always some starving, underaged eastern european kid shoving things up his ass. You were different. You didn't need the money. Your parents are upper middle-class and gave you money. You just liked the attention. You were begging for a hot daddy to make you his pussy boy," he said. The cop in me was disgusted but the Colton in me was rock hard in the pink tights.

"Woah!" I said and unzipped my jeans. He reached hand over and rubbed my package for me, squeezing it hard until the precum drooled through the pink fabric.

"Like I said. I never go to those sites and I NEVER pay for stuff online, but you had me roaming my house with my cock out searching for my wallet. I had to get you out of there. You were so badly in need of a rescue. You didn't belong in that shit. I was just trying to save you from it, until..." he slid a finger down between my thighs as he turned onto Beverly and climbed up into the hills. I had no idea where we were headed. Home was the opposite direction.

"I got my credit card info in and immediately snagged you all to myself. I'm sure you left a lot of blue balls, but I didn't care. I had you in private. You were all mine, just like now," he assured with a tap on my hole.

"You paid for me," I said like it was romantic.

"I paid a ton! I kept you in private until your shift was over. You kept trying to get off with me and finger-fuck yourself, but I put a stop to it. I made you tell me all about your life and why you did that stuff. You said you always wanted a daddy but didn't have anyone to play with your hole. You lived in a crazy little religious world. I finally got your phone number after a week and we talked the whole night and then the next... then you would disappear for days at a time. I was hooked on you so bad. It tore me up when I couldn't get you on the phone. When you let your guard down and stopped doing the needy slutboy routine there was the most incredible, gentle boy under there. I was hooked. I knew I had to save you."

Mr. Takada rubbed my hole and things in my head started to click into place. He fell for Colton, but Colton just wanted the attention. He'd abused Mr. Takada's love and used him to move to LA and get into films. Colton was a bad guy, maybe he deserved what Mr. Takada had done. But no, that wasn't right.

"Hey, we're in the valley," I said suddenly noticing we'd crested the hills and turned off onto Mulholland. The San Fernando Valley spread out in front of me. I'd grown up there, or at least thought I had. How did I know so much about it if they just loaded programming code into me? How were Miguel's memories so real in my head?

"Yeah, we have an appointment for you to get checked up with your old doctor. He's a friend of mine who helped you with therapy before your accident," he noted as we turned off on Beverly Glen and headed down into the valley floor.

"The therapy clinic? No! Please, no!" I started to panic. I felt the breath drain out of me. I gripped his arm and squeezed it hard. "I'm ok. I'm fine! Take me home, please!" I knew what was coming. He was going to take me to Eizo. I'd argued with him last night and maybe he thought what Eizo had done wasn't lasting. From what I'd heard, Old Colton had been a real asshole to Mr. Takada. He was going to wipe me again.

"Baby, what's wrong? You like this doctor. He helped ease your nightmares and he gives you a sucker for being a good boy. You had so much anxiety from losing your parents, your family, and the gay camp. He helped put your mind at ease. You came out so relaxed when he finished. It really paid off," Mr. Takada acted like this was just a routine visit. I knew better than to trust him.

"Please, daddy. I'll be good. I promise! No more arguments. I promise. I'll be your good boy or girl or whatever you want. Please! Just take me home!" I was frantic.

"Colton, settle down. You like him. I promise. He helps you. You've been so up and down since the accident. I need to get you checked out. He'll just run some tests and talk to you to see what's going on It'll be ok and I'll buy you an ice cream after," Mr. Takada thought I was just being silly.

"He'll hurt me again. Please don't let him. I know you love me. You said you'd protect me from things. I'll be good for you. I promise." I was begging for my life here. I didn't want them to wipe me again. I'd lose everything I'd learned.

"I'll always protect you. You know that baby. You have to trust me. It's just the doctor. I trust him with you. Did he do something? Tell me baby. What did he do?" He looked at me with pity.

"Please," I whispered weakly. He wasn't listening and I had to get out of there before he dragged me into the doctor. As we stopped at a light I reached for the door handle and opened it. I had to get out of there. But he pulled me back in.

"Shut the door! What the fuck, Colton?" He whipped into a parking lot and threw the car in park.

"Please! Let me out! I have to get out!" I kicked at the door.

"Fine! Fuck! Go! Go!" He shouted and let me out of his tight grip. I hopped out of the car and looked around, not sure where to run. He hopped out after me and raced around to my side.

"What is going on? Baby! You like this doctor! Did he do something to you? I'm your daddy! I'll protect you whatever it is!" He put his hands on my shoulders and my body started to feel that familiar buzz of his warmth.

"You know what he did! You know what you did! How could you?" I broke down. I started crying and I tried to shove him away as a flurry of cars rushed by us.

"You're scaring me baby. What the fuck?" His eyes flashed with confusion and sadness.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered between sobs. I was a total mess.

"I'd never hurt you! I'm your daddy. You're safe with me. You're ok," he tried to soothe me as he brought me into his arms. I wanted to fight back but that magnetic pull drew me into him.

I was so lost and confused and nothing made sense other than his arms. I buried my face in his chest and cried myself out as he took me back to the car.

He sat in the front passenger seat with me in his lap. He rocked me and hugged me and told me he'd always protect me.

"I love you more than anything... I love you so much that it scares me. You have to tell me your monster or I can't fight it. What happened, baby? Why are you so scared of the doctor? Please tell me," he whispered in my ear. He closed the car door and the rush of traffic on Ventura boulevard disappeared.

"You know what he did..." I whispered.

"I don't, baby. Fuck! He was treating you for the nightmares and anxiety. He did some brain therapy thing and it made you feel better. You liked coming here! You haven't been since the accident. That's all I know. It's super expensive but it makes you feel better and that's all I care about! What did he do?" He sounded so authentic. He sounded helpless and desperate to figure this out. Did he not know what they did to me? I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Eizo Kimura. You hired him to turn me in to this," I offered a little to see where he'd go.

"Yeah he works with Eizo. That's how I found him. He works with a lot of celebrities too. Did he touch you? Make you do things? He hurt my baby boy? Tell daddy," he implored.

"No..." I needed to talk to Julian Cheng, see what he found out. Mr. Takada seemed to really not know what was going on. I was starting to believe he couldn't have had anything to do with this. He loved me so much.

"Then what? I need to protect you and I can't do that unless your honest with me. I'm your daddy. I need to know what I'm dealing with here so I can fix my boy," he said in that controlled fatherly tone that put my body at ease and cleared my head.

What was I doing? I'd flipped out on him. How could I come back from this? I couldn't make any moves before I could talk to Julian. That would be stupid. I also couldn't risk going back to the doctor who possibly wiped my brain out. I had let my emotions get way ahead of me.

"What if he... gives me something that gets rid of Miguel?" I thought fast.

"That's what you're afraid of? I thought we were done with Miguel," he hissed and shook his head. He was frustrated. It hurt me to see him upset.

"Look. I'll go in with you and make sure he doesn't do anything you don't want. I'll hold your hand the whole time and if you get uncomfortable with anything just give me a code word like say `it's cold' and I'll take you home. But he's worked with you a lot and he always makes you feel better. That's all I want is for my boy to feel better. Ok? You trust Daddy?" he asked. I was stuck. I didn't want to raise any more red flags with him until I could find out what Julian knew.

"Yes sir," I said. He kissed me, slid me off his lap and then led me inside the clinic.

+++

"He is healing quite well from the accident. It's remarkable how fast things heal at his age. It looks like the cast wasn't very necessary. His fracture isn't severe enough to warrant it. I'm betting this was Beverly Sinai hospital. Am I right? They'll slap a cast on anything just to overcharge. A brace would do just as well and be more sanitary," Dr. Perrin said as he showed us a 3D computer model of my arm bones.

"Really? That's awesome! Yes please!" I perked up. I hated this thing on my arm. It was itchy and it smelled weird. "Can I, daddy? Please?" I asked Mr. Takada excitedly. It's odd how quickly I'd gotten used to calling him daddy in front of everyone. It's just who he was to me.

"Of course," Mr. Takada said and kissed the back of my neck. He was sitting on the examining table with me in front of him and between his legs. He'd stayed with me through the whole examination and they'd explained every test and scan they did.

"These bruises should be clearing up soon enough too. You'll be right as rain and back on that skateboard in no time," the doctor assured.

"No way! I'm using it for firewood," Mr. Takada laughed. The doctor used a little saw tool to get my cast off. It smelled so bad and he washed my arm with this special soap and then put on this cream that helped with the irritated skin. He gave me a green apple sucker he said matched my eyes and sent us off. I was fine.

I felt ashamed of how I'd acted in the car. Of course Mr. Takada couldn't be involved in something like wiping Colton's memory. That was so stupid of me.

"You boys get yourselves together while I print up his prescriptions. I'll have them at the check-out counter when you're ready." Dr. Perrin said and gave me a fatherly wink. He tousled my hair and shook Mr. Takada's hand.

"You feel better now? See? You love this doctor. He made you feel so good and put you at ease," Mr. Takada said as he leaned back against the wall and pulled me back against his chest for a minute. He rubbed my stomach and kissed my neck. He let me go and eased me off the table then led me towards the door.

"I guess I was being stupid. I just... I have memories of this place, not good ones, especially..." I started to say as we left the room. He guided me in front of him with a hand in the small of my back.

"Oh I heard you guys made your appointment! Colton! I'm so glad you're alive," a face greeted me as I rounded the corner and drained the blood from me. It was Eizo Kimura.

"Hey, buddy!" Mr. Takada came to my side and reached a hand to shake with Eizo like they were old friends. I felt my stomach twist. I was in the eye of danger. The two exchanged greetings while I eyed him uneasily from Mr. Takada's arms.

"I'm so glad I ran into you. I wanted you to meet another client of mine. He's interested in the same therapies Colton here has been receiving. Would you mind talking to him for a minute?" Eizo said as I nudged Mr. Takada towards the check-out counter.

"It's cold," I whispered to him and looked up with pleading eyes.

"I'm kind of in a rush right now," Mr. Takada said and kept walking with me. He was keeping his word that we could leave when I said the code word. We got to the end of the hallway and the entrance to the waiting room was on the right but a door was open on the left and I saw a many eyeing us with interest.

"Mr. Massoud. I'd like you to meet Jason Takada and his boy," Eizo said, ignoring Mr. Takada's rejection. Mr. Massoud was a handsome Arab daddy with muscles bulging his tight v-neck black t-shirt and filling his tight blue pants with the bottom cuffs rolled up a few inches in the current style. He had a handsome face and warm eyes with a wave of black hair gelled up. He looked me up and down with an interested smile.

"Remarkable," he said to himself as he took me in. The Colton in me wanted to pounce on him right then and there.

"It would mean so much, Jason. Mr. Massoud's son has similar issues to what you dealt with in Colton." Eizo explained.

"Please, call me Kasim," he said warmly and shook Mr. Takada's hand. "I'd love to talk to you. My son is quite unhappy and I've heard of the wonderful things they can do here."

I pushed into Mr. Takada's side and looked down at the Arabian man's expensive black shoes. Mr. Takada slid his hand up my back and I looked up at him with a nod. If Eizo was planning on doing this another boy, I might be able to help and Julian would certainly be interested in it.

"It's warmer here, daddy." I said.

"I guess I have a few minutes. I promised the boy ice cream for behaving with the doctor," Mr. Takada said and the three of them exchanged a laugh. Mr. Massoud backed away from the doorway to let us in. It must have been Eizo's office. One wall was made of glass and it overlooked the hills behind us blooming with spring flowers. I followed Mr. Takada and held his hand. He squeezed it and I watched his chest puff up at the chance to show off his boy.

"I'll have another chair brought in." Eizo said as he went to sit behind his desk and the other two men took the black leather chairs in front of him.

"No need," Mr. Takada said with that confident daddy growl. "Knees, boy," he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor between his chair and Mr. Massoud's. I got a sudden surge of lust at his voice and went to kneel between the men. Mr. Takada rested his hand on my head and pet my hair. He was pleased at my obedience.

"Remarkable," Mr. Massoud said again as he eyed me. I crossed my hands behind my back with my chest out. The new brace felt better on my arm.

"He's a daddy's boy," Mr. Takada said and emphasized it by putting a finger to my lips. I sucked it in eagerly and made a little whine. I was getting into being his submissive boy. Something about it made my chest swell with pride and my tights fill with precum.

"He was just like your Dawson, full of anxiety and haunted by his past. He took so quickly to the therapies," Eizo assured. I shuddered thinking about what Eizo had in store for the unsuspecting boy.

"It's true. Coming here made him so happy and Dr. Perrin is so gentle with boys. He knows how to put them at ease. From the first day, I could see the changes in him and he sleeps through the night most days. Don't you boy?" Mr. Takada demanded and took his finger from my lips. He wiped the spit over my cheek.

"Yes, sir," I said and looked over at Mr. Massoud's lap where a sizeable lump had grown.

"He's a hard working boy and earns the little pleasures I allow him. You want to show him what daddy got you today?" Mr. Takada asked. I looked over at him and noticed his lap had grown too. I was getting the idea that Mr. Takada liked my body displayed in certain situations and well-covered in others. I nodded at him.

"Yes, sir," I said and stood. I wanted to get more info from Mr. Massoud so I could give it to Julian. The secret agent in me stirred.

"What was your reward, little one? May I see?" Mr. Massoud asked me with a gentle, fatherly smile. I stood up and slid off my shoes then unbuttoned the jeans. I pushed them down and all eyes zoomed in on my pink tights with my hard, leaky cock straining the front. I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. I stood in front of Mr. Massoud, wiggling my toes in the silky pink tights. I slipped my shirt off and my pink nipples perked up to the cold office air.

Mr. Massoud reached for me, but then stopped himself and asked, "May I?"

I looked over at Mr. Takada for approval. I was playing every aspect of the submissive boy. Mr. Takada raised his hand and nodded assent. He winked at me, approving my obedience.

"He looks to his father for permission! Dawson hasn't done that in... I don't even remember," Mr. Massoud laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

"He's a daddy's boy to the core. Needy little baby can't even go more than a period at school without texting me. But a boy needs his owner," Mr. Takada chuckled as if to underscore what a burden it was to have me so dependent on him. I nodded and bit my lip innocently.

"And the bruising? I see it on his leg as well," Mr. Massoud asked as he put a hand on my cheek and rubbed a thumb over my bruise. His warm, daddy touch had my cock throbbing in the tights.

"He was hit by a car, poor baby. I was so scared when I saw him in that hospital bed so helpless and hooked up to machines. He's healing nicely though," Takada offered.

"His skin is flawless otherwise. He looks like a young gymnast. Those legs are developing nice muscles and that chest, those toned little pecs make you want to suck them," Mr. Massoud noted as if I was a prized show dog.

"Oh I do, often. He's a perfect golden boy, but he keeps modest for his daddy," Takada assured.

"The bruising will heal without a scar," Eizo assured like his handiwork was being questioned.

"Perfection," Mr. Massoud said and ran his hands down my chest. He gave my right nipple a tweek and I lurched forward as my body surged with happiness. His right hand rubbed down my stomach, making me jerk towards him. He turned me away from him and gave my ass a squeeze.

"So beautiful," he appraised and squeezed my cheeks. I leaned forward to rest myself on my elbows against Eizo's desk. He gave me a happy nod. I spread my legs apart for Mr. Massoud to inspect further.

"Be careful, just getting near that pussy has him exploding. I can't get him too heated up or I'll have to take care of him in the parking lot," Mr. Takada laughed. I looked back over my shoulder and nodded to Mr. Massoud's lewd grin.

"That hole is... perfection," Mr. Massoud said the only word he knew to describe me. He licked a little drool off his lips as he rubbed a thumb between my cheeks. I gasped and looked over to see Mr. Takada squeezing his bulge. I wanted to go bounce on it. As good as Mr. Massoud's touch felt, I knew who my daddy was.

"You like Mr. Massoud playing with your pussy, baby?" Mr. Takada asked me as if reading my thoughts.

"This body is... a dream," Mr. Massoud mumbled as he explored me.

"Yes, sir, but... he's not you," I admitted.

"I know baby. He's just going for a test drive so he can help his boy out. I enjoy seeing you adored by others, but I think that's enough for now. Come to daddy," he said and reached a hand for me. I raised up from where I was bent over Eizo's desk.

I came to him and looked to see Mr. Massoud with a disappointed look on his face. Mr. Takada pulled me down to his lap in the oversized black leather chair and wrapped his arms around me. I pulled my pink, tights-covered legs up into my chest as he held me sideways in his lap. I laid my head against his shoulder. He rubbed me as his warmth filled me. He kissed my hair.

"He may be a horny little boy, but he knows who his daddy is. The therapies helped clear things up for him. He used to go for any older man who paid him attention," Mr. Takada explained as I buried my face in his chest.

"Perfection," Mr. Massoud said again. I looked over to see him adjust his bulge in his lap.

"When should we schedule Dawson to start?" Eizo cut in. He was all business. He beamed at me with no guilt about what he'd done. I'd enjoy seeing Julian Cheng take him down.

"Daddy?" I tugged at Mr. Takada's shirt.

"Yes, boy," he replied.

"Maybe he can come for dinner and I can meet Dawson?" I whispered in his ear.

"That sounds like a nice idea. Kasim, would you like to come to dinner with Dawson? We're barbecuing tomorrow afternoon. The boys could meet," Mr. Takada said and hugged me.

"We'd love that! Dawson has a photo shoot in the morning, but we're free in the afternoon," Mr. Massoud beamed happily. He couldn't take his eyes off me. I guess I looked a little strange, a pale white boy only wearing pink tights and sitting in his Asian daddy owner's embrace. I was working every angle to get his attention. If I could get Dawson's info, I could pass it on to Julian who could help him. I couldn't let this happen to someone else.

"Well we'd better be heading home. The boy needs to be put down for a good, hard nap," Mr. Takada said. He nudged me off his lap and went towards my clothes. My cock was still hard and the front of the tights were crusted with dried precum.

"Say goodbye to Mr. Massoud properly. Don't forget your manners," Mr. Takada said as he went to Eizo's desk and wrote something down on a notepad. I went towards Mr. Massoud and he stood up, his bulge poking out towards me.

"Goodbye, sir. Thank you for inspecting me. I hope we get to see you and Dawson tomorrow." I used my best submissive boy voice and looked up at him. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me as his hands slid down the back of my tights. Our cocks rubbed against each other and I leaked precum on his pants.

"It was so nice to meet a respectable boy who loves his daddy," Mr. Massoud said as his lips brushed my ear. His hands gripped my ass and kneaded it roughly.

"Thank you, sir," I said and inhaled his musk of cologne and sweat.

"Fuck, boy," he hissed and then took his hands out of my tights. He rubbed my back gently as I let go of him and backed away. I wiped at the spot I'd left on the front of his pants. His cock was so thick and I wanted to taste it.

"Clothes on, boy. We have to go," Mr. Takada said and pulled me from Mr. Massoud's embrace. I collected my clothes and hurriedly dressed as Mr. Takada handed him the paper and said it was our address and his phone number.

He brought me in under his arm and led me past Eizo. I glared at the doctor who seemed oblivious that I was on to him. He couldn't touch me. Mr. Takada had held up his side of the bargain and we were leaving.

We met Dr. Perrin out by the check-in desk and he gave us a prescription for a new anxiety drug that helped with asthma. He ruffled my hair and wished me to feel better.

"That was so fucking hot. I love being your boy," I admitted when we got to the car.

"You take so naturally to a strong hand. It brings out the owner in me. My boy needs his daddy, and the doctor wasn't so bad after all. Now you feel better. I hope you'll learn to trust me, Colton. There's nothing more important to me in this world than you," he assured as he put me in the passenger side. He leaned in and kissed me then checked my seatbelt like I was some kid.

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We stopped at a Rite Aid in West Hollywood on the way home and walked around the store looking at health items, toys, and junk food while they filled my prescription. We started playing with swords on the toy aisle and Mr. Takada had some mad skills with it. He spun it over his head then superfast slid it down his arm and gripped it like he was ready to take me on.

"Ready to defend my boy," he said with a deadly serious tone. I told him there was a scary monster around the corner and he jumped out with his sword and a fierce growl. I didn't realize it, but this gay couple was walking right there and one of them shrieked and jumped back When he surprised them.

"Hey, man! That's really not cool!" One of them said.

"Sorry, young lads. I'm on a hunt," Mr. Takada said without breaking his warrior character. I burst out laughing and the guys walked off grumbling about us.

We saw them later on the toothpaste aisle. They were stopped and looking up something on their phones with their backs to each other.

"My turn!" I said and walked around the corner so I was just out of their sight. I put my face in my hands with my palms pressed together tightly. I blew as hard as I could between them and it made this really loud fart noise.

"Oh My Gawwwwd! Was that you?" One of them said to the other.

"No! It wasn't me!" the other one said.

"That's like so gross, dude!" the first one said.

"It wasn't me!" the other one protested. I nearly fell on the floor laughing, I ducked down and raced away. Mr Takada had taken refuge on the liquor aisle and he showed me the video he'd shot of it on his phone. The guys had these disgusted looks on their faces. I think we ruined their date. We laughed so hard.

"Customer 8 is ready for pickup at the pharmacist." The loud speaker boomed and ended our fun. We walked back towards the pharmacy and passed the gay couple we'd terrorized. Mr. Takada made a little fart noise with his lips and they just glared at us and grumbled something under their breaths. We weren't making friends.

"I liked pranking with you. That was bad-ass! You're really a lot of fun, you know?" I asked when we got back in the car and he gave me pill.

"Because I give you drugs?" he smirked.

"No! But thanks for that. You take care of me," I noted.

"I'm your daddy. I'm glad you're feeling better. I'll prank every queen in West Hollywood if it makes you feel better." He leaned over and gave me a kiss.

--++[This is a long chapter (sorry). If you need a break, here's a BOOKMARK]++--

Sunday morning Justin and I cleaned the house to get ready for the barbecue. Donovan was marinating an assortment of delicious animals for the grill while Mr. Takada caught up on work. He stopped me whenever I walked by his office area with my dusting brush or bottle of disinfectant wipes to kiss me. I was on a mission. I was excited to meet Dawson and learn what I could. Julian would be proud of me for finding him.

When my chores were finished, Mr. Takada and I took a shower together. It was so nice to shower again after all those baths with the cast. The brace came off easily and Mr. Takada was helpful in keeping it still and not letting me do much. He washed me and we started to mess around, but the time was getting late and he said our guests would be there soon. We heard the doorbell right as we were drying off. Donovan would let them in.

"Your home is lovely," Mr. Massoud said when he saw us bounding down the stairs with wet hair. I was surprised he didn't use the word perfection. Maybe he just saved it for describing me. Mr. Takada had put on a fresh button-up white shirt and blue preppy shorts that hugged his ass and bulge. He'd neglected the underwear. I was in a white t-shirt with a picture of a kitten on it and red shorts.

"Thank you! I built this community as a place for men like us. This must be young Dawson," Mr. Takada said as he got to the foot of the stairs. He waved a hand to a guy who looked mixed white and latino and near Colton's age. He had on grey sweatpants and a blue tank top with expensive tennis shoes. He had made himself at home on our couch with his feet propped up and was looking at something on his phone.

"Dawson, phone away. Greet our hosts," Mr. Massoud said. Dawson didn't look up for a few seconds while Mr. Takada and Mr. Massoud exchanged awkward looks. Donovan and Justin were carrying plates of meat out to the backyard.

"Boys and their phones," Mr. Massoud laughed uncomfortably. He had on pin-striped business shorts rolled up at the knee and a tight blue v-neck shirt that hugged the bulging muscles I'd drooled over yesterday.

"I switched Colton to this one! Let me show you!" Mr. Takada went to the kitchen counter and took my phone off its charger. Mr. Massoud went over to look at it.

"Hey," I said to Dawson. He did a double-take on me and then decided he liked what he saw. He stood and slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Sup," he said as we closed the distance between us. He had that smile guys get when they see a hot girl they want to move in on. He came closer to me and I realized he was a few inches taller.

"You had a photo shoot this morning? That sounds fun," I said. He just shrugged and looked at me like it was nothing important.

"I do some stuff. Mostly athletic wear for old guys with money who think they'll look like this if they put it on," he said and raised his arms to flex for me. He was showing off.

"This is what you're getting! I'm ordering it right away!" Mr. Massoud said and came back with my phone. Mr. Takada explained to Dawson that it only did talk and text and that apps could be sent from his owner when he needed them or earned them.

"No fucking way! This is for little kids," Dawson protested.

"No, it has fun stuff. When Colton does his chores I send him a game he likes. The graphics are pretty great," Mr. Takada assured. He put his hand on Dawson's shoulder and the boy shrank back. He must have felt that same surge of alpha daddy power I did when Mr. Takada touched me. It changed his demeanor. He wasn't looking at me anymore.

"Sorry man... uh sir, I don't mean to sound disrespectful. But see I model and I have to manage my brand. I have to post at least five times a day or people forget I exist," Dawson explained and mustered up his best jock-boy grin.

"That's sad," Mr. Takada noted. "My boy posts nothing anywhere and he exists quite well."

"I exist," I affirmed and Mr. Massoud shot me that smile that told me he'd drop his boy in a second if I was free for the taking.

"Ahh, yeah if I wanted to just be a houseboy in Beverly Hills I guess that would work. But I'm building my brand and hoping to get into acting... or music." Dawson explained.

"He sounds very important." Mr. Takada mocked lightly and turned to look at Mr. Massoud who sighed with a bit of desperation.

"Please, sit down. Colton will fetch us drinks. The green bottles are beer for the men and there's root beer for the boys," Mr. Takada explained as he nodded me in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes, sir," I said and went to the kitchen. I got four bottles and put them on a tray Donovan had left out on the counter. I carried them carefully into the living room and lowered myself in front of Mr. Takada. He took a beer without acknowledging me as he and Mr. Massoud talked about the community.

"Oh it is very private! The access gate only opens to pre-approved guests and everyone looks out for one another. We have dinner each week and it's nice to know there are so many eyes to watch out for my boy. I wanted a safe place to raise him right with the values I wanted for him," Mr. Takada explained to a very interested Mr. Massoud.

"We live up in the hills, but I'd love to look at one of the homes here if any are available," Mr. Massoud said.

"Unfortunately not, but the first house on the left when you come in is a rental. I could bump a few names on the waiting list if you'd ever like to try it out," Mr. Takada said.

"No! Our place is way bigger and the views are perfect for my feed shots. When you live in the hills you can't ever go back to the flats. Especially for something so much smaller. It's cute though!" Dawson cut in without permission. I handed Mr. Massoud his beer and got an appreciative pat on the ass when I turned to give Dawson his root beer.

"Thanks, cutie," Dawson said and winked at me. I nodded and set the tray on the coffee table then took my root beer back to the big leather chair where Mr. Takada was stretched out. He pulled me down into his lap and I sat quietly while he talked.

"It's not so much the space or location. I wanted my boy away from the fray of West Hollywood and in a small place where he could play and grow without worrying about what he's exposed to. Boys these days just have too much going on with the social media and bullying and outside factors. My boy doesn't need all of that. He has a simple life with simple choices," Mr. Takada said.

"Dawson would revolt if I took all of that away," Mr. Massoud admitted. Dawson was sitting next to him with Mr. Massoud's arm wrapped around his back as he played with his phone. The two of them did look cute together.

"Damn right. I'm 18 and I have a future to build. You should check out my shorts on youtube! I have thousands of subscribers. They'd freak if I pulled the channel," Dawson laughed and swigged his root beer. Mr. Takada ignored that. He and Mr. Massoud went on talking about the community. Dawson went back to his phone while I stretched out in Daddy's lap and yawned.

When Donovan and Justin came back in with the meat, they set up a buffet line on the counter then called us for lunch. It smelled really good and looked even better. Donovan had grilled steak, chicken, and a few hamburgers. We lined up to get plates. Mr. Massoud went first as the guest and Dawson was right behind him. When Mr. Takada took a plate, I just followed him along the counter while he scooped things onto it.

"Colton isn't eating?" Mr. Massoud asked as he looked back at us.

"We share a plate. He doesn't eat much and he'll just get mac and cheese if I let him," Mr. Takada laughed.

"Boys love mac and cheese; a simple, predictable food," Mr. Massoud said.

"He's a skinny dude, but it works on him," Dawson noted and put a big piece of steak for himself.

We ate at the big table and Mr. Takada cut up a piece of steak for us. Dawson was on his phone again in between shoveling food into his mouth. Mr. Takada ignored it for awhile, but I knew it bothered him. He didn't like a disrespectful boy in his home.

"Dawson, at our table we put our phones away," Mr. Takada explained when his patience and our meat ran out.

"Yeah, Oh sorry, bro. I just need... I'm editing this video to post, but the song keeps fucking up," Dawson explained. Mr. Massoud tried to take the phone from him, but Dawson just ducked to the side and shot him a glare.

"Colt, will you clear our plate and anyone else's who are finished? Unless you want more to eat. I'm done. The marinade was excellent, Donovan. You outdid yourself," Mr. Takada said. I took the plate and went back towards the kitchen.

"Thanks! It's that new Korean meat place on Wilshire," Donovan said.

I looked back from the counter and saw Mr. Massoud look at Mr. Takada as if asking for help.

"May I?" Mr. Takada asked.

"Yes, please do," Mr. Massoud said. Mr. Takada stood up from the table with that controlled but angry daddy face he got. I knew someone was about to get in trouble. I put the plate in the sink and rinsed it off.

"When a boy isn't listening. I like to first give him a reminder of the rules," Mr. Takada began as he moved in on Dawson who was still glued to his phone. "Dawson, phones are to be put away at the table."

"I know. I'm sorry, this video is just so fucking not working. Do you know how to fix the soundtrack on a video?" Dawson asked, oblivious to Mr. Takada's displeasure.

"When a boy doesn't respond to a reminder. You must remove the stimulant." Mr. Takada took the phone from Dawson who looked up like he'd just been shot.

"Sir, please! I was almost finished!" Dawson begged and reached for his phone with a disarming laugh.

"Do you see how addictive these things are? Young, impressionable minds can't handle them responsibly," Mr. Takada said and slipped Dawson's phone into his pocket.

"They are like crack! I'm ordering the simple boy phone on rush delivery!" Mr. Massoud assured.

"Dad, c'mon! Please, you can't let him take my phone," Dawson said to Mr. Massoud expecting to get his phone back. I smirked to myself knowing Mr. Takada was just getting warmed up.

"Removing the stimulant is just step one. A boy can never be happy without knowing there is a firm base for him to stand on. He will test the limits, bang on every wall, until he knows his box is secure and confined with daddy under him and over him." Mr. Takada said and grabbed the straps on Dawson's tank top with one hand. He gathered them at Dawson's back and pulled the teen from his chair then delivered a firm swat to his ass.

"Oww! Shit! Fuck!," Dawson said, impressed by the strong older man. Takada kept on swatting.

"With no limits on him, the boy can go wild, but it's not his fault. He needs a stronger, smaller box to simplify things, keep his choices uncomplicated. He has too many things competing for his attention. A young boy can't handle it with his soft, developing mind. He should only be concerned with his studies, his chores, and his daddy. I assume you make more than enough to care and provide for him, correct?" Mr. Takada asked as he continued beating Dawson's ass. The boy howled and whimpered.

"Of course! I have my own law firm in Santa Monica! I make more than enough to care for my boy," Mr. Massoud assured with a confident smile.

"So why does he need a brand? What does that even mean? If the boy wants a brand, we can put one to his ass so he never forgets when he looks in the mirror where his priorities are. A boy shouldn't put his body out there unless it is for the pleasure of his daddy. My boy looks to me before removing any item," Mr. Takada explained.

"No! Please! Ow!" Dawson was begging and crying. Takada ignored his pleas. I watched in fascination and horror hoping he ever needed to do that with me.

"Your boy knows his place. He waits for his father's approval," Mr. Massoud said as if a flood of understanding broke open in his head.

"C'mon man, this is fucked up. Are you going to let him do this?" Dawson asked as he flailed in Mr. Takada's hold. The older man was holding him by the back straps of his tank top, stretching the fabric as Dawson leaned forward in an attempt to get away.

"He's right, boy. You need help. I love you too much to let you go on like this," Mr. Massoud said.

"He needs a parent, a dominant alpha who can be rough or comforting depending on his needs," Mr. Takada explained and rubbed Dawson's ass to soothe it before he swatted it again.

"I don't even need this! I'm a model and earning money on my own! I can make it without you!" Dawson flared angrily. Mr. Massoud cracked a smile and then laughed.

"Do you even know how much money you made at your shoot this morning? The only shoot you were booked for this month? Guess, baby boy! Take a guess," Mr. Massoud laughed.

"I dunno! Like a few thousand? It's not about that. It's my brand. It'll lead to bigger things! I'm going to be big" Dawson whined.

"Fifty-nine dollars! Do you know how much it cost me to valet at the shoot? Twenty! I paid for your stylist too because you didn't want to use the one provided. One-fifty for that and only because I cut him off after he tweezed your asshole. You've made Negative money this month. What will that rent you? You have no college degree, no skills other than whining, and you think you can make it on your own? Pretty boys are sold by the lot in Los Angeles," Mr. Massoud growled angrily and rose from his seat.

Dawson looked like he'd been shot in the back when Mr. Massoud told him that. His world shattered and he started to sniffle.

"Good. He's ready... now he needs a daddy," Mr. Takada said and pulled Dawson over to a chair. He sat down and pulled the boy over his lap.

"You can't even afford bus fare back to Fresno! I give you every little thing you ask for and you can't even behave acceptably in front of friends. I think you need a lesson," Mr. Massoud said.

"That's enough. He gets it. When he's broken, you can switch to comforting alpha. A boy needs to know he can come to his daddy to feel better. You get it, right boy?" Mr. Takada growled and slid his hand over the back of Dawson's sweatpants. Dawson sobbed for just a minute and then I watched his body ease and a gasp escape his lips. Mr. Takada was working his magic as he slid his hands up the back of Dawson's shirt and massaged him lightly.

"Yes Sir! Thank you, that feels good," Dawson whined. I recognized the hazy look in his eyes.

"Now you comfort him. He knows he's on the wrong path, don't you, little baby?" Mr. Takada stood Dawson up and then brought him down to sit in his lap. The Hispanic model nodded and eased into Mr. Takada's arms. He put his head against Mr. Takada's chest.

"Daddy," I whispered and felt a pain of jealousy. Takada was listening for me and his eyes snapped up to look at my jealousy.

"Oh, Kasim. You can take care of my boy, can't you? I hate to leave him out." Daddy asked. The Arab daddy nodded happily and I went towards him.

"Come, little one," Mr. Massoud told me and took my hand. He went to sit on the couch across from where Mr. Takada was holding his boy. He sat and pulled me down onto his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me against his chest, kissing my hair and then sliding a hand down between my thighs.

"Colton's a natural," Mr. Massoud told him as he kissed my forehead and rubbed a hand up my stomach. My cock was hard in my shorts at his touch.

"Oh Colton was way worse than Dawson when I got him! Dawson's a natural. Look how easily he gave up the fight." Mr. Takada laughed. He told them about how I'd been a paid cam boy online for older men. He told them I'd spread my legs and shove things inside myself and didn't even need the money. Mr. Massoud and Dawson looked at me with shock.

"I'd never've guessed it! He's such a sweet, obedient boy. You did that little one?" Mr. Massoud asked me while his hands explored my body. I nodded.

"It was pretty bad. The only thing that stopped his budding porn career was a friend of his father's wo `accidentally' stumbled across the site," Mr. Takada said and they all shared a laugh.

"His parents put a stop to it and shipped him off to anti-gay camp. Colton spent his 17th birthday alone with no phone call, no cake, no one even wishing him happy birthday. It was a prison with mental torture. He had so many nightmares about it before I got him help with the therapy."

"That's incredible. So sad, poor boy. That therapy sounds like the best thing. I'm taking my little one as soon as they have an opening," Mr. Massoud rubbed my bulge and kissed me.

"Oh it was. The only thing that got him out of the camp was getting pounded on by a camp counselor who was trying to force himself on Colton. He was beat up pretty badly. His parents jumped at the chance to ship him off to me." Takada explained as he explored a happy, compliant Dawson in his lap. Dawson hadn't even picked up on the therapy mention. He was lost in Takada's arms. I wasn't far behind.

"That's tragic," Mr. Massoud said and kissed down my neck. I rubbed my hand over his strong pecs and looked at him with needy eyes. I could feel his thick meat throbbing through his shorts under my ass. He was so hard for me.

"Well it worked out, but a boy can get very off track without his owner's love and direction. You have to start spending more time with him and paring down these activities he thinks are important. A boy on a tight leash stays out of trouble," Mr. Takada said and gave Dawson's neck a gentle squeeze.

"You've got to take him by the hair sometimes and remind him what he worships," Mr. Takada said. He grabbed a fistfull of Dawson's hair and pulled him off his lap then pushed him to kneel in front of him. Dawson got down between Takada's legs and was forced down onto his bulge as the older man held him by the hair.

"Go on, try it," Mr. Takada said. Mr. Massoud rubbed his fingers through my hair and gripped it playfully.

"I can't! Look at those cute little baby green eyes! He looks so innocent," he laughed.

"That's how they trick you, but he'll respect you when he knows what you're capable of. Don't let the eyes fool you," Mr. Takada urged. I batted my eyelashes at Mr. Massoud. He looked like his heart would break as he gripped my hair and pulled me up.

"Harder. He's a pussy boy, not a kitten. He begs for it. Be a man and give him what he needs," Mr. Takada urged. Mr. Massoud took a deep breath and then pulled me up by the hair. He moved me off his lap and then forced me down to my knees.

"That's it. Shove his face in that bulge. Let him smell it, grind on him," Takada encouraged.

"Yeah, fuck, boy. You smell that alpha jock?" Mr. Massoud was getting into this. I was in for it.

"Yes sir," I whined as he shoved my face into his bulge.

"Here, We will come over there and help," Mr. Takada said. He stood up, keeping a tight grip on Dawson's hair and started to walk slowly to the couch as Dawson struggled to walk backwards on his knees with his face pushed into Takada's bulge. Dawson's moans were muffled in the fabric of Takada's shorts.

"Let him take it out now. You've teased him enough. Colton did his chores today and deserves a reward. Give the boy his bottle," Mr. Takada said and Mr. Massoud let go of my hair. He leaned back against the couch and spread his legs wide.

"No hands boy. Get it out with your teeth if you want your milk," Mr. Massoud growled, his daddy voice coming out. He opened his belt for me. I smiled up at him and then bit at the top button of his shorts. I pulled at the fly until it went over the button. I growled like an angry puppy as I pulled it. Mr. Massoud laughed and pet my cheek, his fierce eyes turning back to adoration.

"Pretty puppy," Mr. Massoud praised and pet my hair as I whimpered and panted.

"Don't fall for his cuteness!" Mr. Takada warned. "The boy will try anything to wrap you around his little finger, but he only respects an alpha dog who can be rough on him. He needs to work for his milk so he'll grow big and strong." Mr. Takada was being extra harsh to show off for the guests. He knew damn well he fell for Colton's cuteness more than he should.

I played along though. I gave him pouty lips and nodded then bit on the silver zipper and pulled it down with my teeth with another growl.

"You playing with daddy?" Mr. Massoud growled. "Get up and get those clothes off. Let me look at that boy body." He pulled me up by the hair and stood me between his legs. He leaned back and squeezed the bulge in his black briefs.

"I need help, sir," I said when I tried to get my shirt off with only one good arm.

"Daddy's got you," he said and stood up. His shorts fell to the floor. He took his own shirt off, peeling the skin-tight fabric off his hulking muscles. I shivered. He tossed his shirt and then had me raise my arms so he could slide my shirt up. He did so slowly, letting his hands rub up my stomach and sides. I looked over to see Mr. Takada watching me as he held Dawson's face in his bulge. He offered me kissy lips and winked.

"So pretty, my little gymnast," Mr. Massoud praised and regained my attention from Mr. Takada.

He pushed my shorts down and then grabbed my bulge in the tight baby-blue thong. His hands slid back up my stomach and chest as he kissed me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down to my knees. My teeth caught the waistband of his briefs and I pulled them down until I got smacked in the face by the thickest cock I'd ever seen. He wasn't as long as Mr. Takada, but it was a fat fist of a cock. I didn't envy Dawson trying to bounce on that thing.

"That's a hole stretcher for sure," I heard Mr. Takada laugh. I looked over and saw Dawson standing in front of him and taking off his shirts. He pushed at Dawson's sweatpants with his toe and the boy moved to push them down.

"What are these?" Mr. Takada laughed at Dawson's old boxers.

"It's what he likes," Mr. Massoud shrugged as he pushed me onto his big brown cock. I opened for him and he stretched my lips as he shoved it inside.

"A boy needs something softer on his hole. Look at Colton's little pussy. That thong string reminds him every time he moves that his hole belongs to daddy," Mr. Takada said.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Massoud agreed as he leaned over my back and put his hands on my hips. He dragged my ass out behind me so I fell forward onto his cock. He pulled at the string of the thong until it pushed on my hole and made me whimper on his fat meat.

"Toss me those. I'll show you how they look on Dawson," Mr. Takada said. Mr. Massoud pushed them off of me, picking me up off the ground to get them off my ankles. He threw them over.

"There we go. These'll look nice on that brown bubble butt. You like my boy's panties?" Mr. Takada asked Dawson as he stepped out of his boxers and freed a healthy sized cock. It was long but skinny and darker than his light brown skin.

"Yes sir," he whimpered in that desperate tone I always got under Mr. Takada's control. Dawson stepped into them and pulled them up, stuffing his hard cock into the pouch. He turned and modeled them for the men. I looked for a second, but Mr. Massoud was already dragging me back to the couch with my face stuffed with cock.

"You like these sexy panties? You like showing your hole for daddy's friends?" Mr. Takada asked and brought Dawson down into his lap. Dawson started to unbutton Mr. Takada's shirt.

"Yes, sir. Please fuck me," Dawson begged as Mr. Takada let him take off his shirt.

"No way, boy. Look at Colton over there sucking your daddy's cock. He's a good boy and gets his reward. And look over there at Justin getting his pussy eaten by his daddy. Justin's a very good boy who never needs to be reminded of it. You see how happy he is? He works hard for his daddy. He even loaded the dishwasher while I was dragging your bad little ass over here to learn a lesson," Mr. Takada explained.

I'd forgotten all about Justin and Donovan. I raised off Mr. Massoud's cock and looked behind me to see Justin on the dining table on his back. He had his legs in the air and Donovan was buried between his legs licking out his hole. Good for him. He deserved it.

"That's what good boys get when they follow the rules. What do you think a bad little boy needs? What does a boy get when he disrespects his alpha? Look how fat your daddy's cock is over there. You know how many boys would beg for it? You can't even put your fucking phone away at the dinner table, disrespectful little shit," Mr. Takada said.

He had Dawson balanced on his bulge. His words were harsh, but he rubbed his hand gently on Dawson's back. He had the boy gasping at his touch. My daddy knew how to work a boy.

"You like that cock stretching your lips? You want daddy in your throat, boy?" Mr. Massoud said and brought my focus back to his thick, meaty snake. He shoved it to my throat when I didn't moan a response fast enough and I gagged on him. It snapped my eyes back to his and he winked. It was a warning to focus on the task at hand.

"More spanking, sir? Please sir. I'll be good. I promise," I heard Dawson beg as I gagged on Mr. Massoud's fat tool. It stretched my lips and now was stretching my throat. My eyes watered as he face-fucked me gently. He kept his eyes locked on mine and gave my cheek a little smack whenever I looked away.

"Those pretty little eyes looking up at me so hungrily. Dawson whines when I go too deep, but you like it boy, don't you?" he asked me. I nodded and moaned as he left salty precum on my tongue every time he slid out and then pushed back in. He was going so easy on me. I was used to daddy rough-fucking my throat and pulling my hair until tears rolled down my cheek. It sounds bad, but it gets me so fucking hard when he does that.

"I beat that ass enough for now. Right now I need to reward a good boy who made the right choices today. Which one should I choose? Justin's already got his ass filled, but his throat is open. Colton's got his throat stuffed nicely, but that pussy always wants more of my cock. Your punishment is to stay put right here and watch everyone," Mr. Takada said. I moaned on Mr. Massoud's cock, hoping to get chosen.

"Fuck, baby. I can feel my cock in your throat," Mr. Massoud said as he rubbed my neck. He pushed into me with force then, squeezing my neck gently.

"Uh uhhhh," I whimpered as tears started to roll down my blushing cheeks.

"Well Colt's wiggling his ass so I guess he wants my vote. But isn't my dad going to fuck him?" Dawson asked.

"No. A boy's hole is a sacred spot for his daddy. We may give permission for other men to use our boys, but the hole is only for his owner. My boy would get confused feeling a strange cock seeding him. I don't need that. This is the only cock that's been in him and I plan on keeping it that way," Mr. Takada said as Mr. Massoud started to ram me.

"You like being my fucktoy, little one?" Mr. Massoud asked me as his hand came to my chin and he squeezed my cheeks. I nodded on his cock and stared into his deep brown eyes.

"In that case you should give it to him," Dawson said.

"Your call," Mr. Takada said as if he really didn't care. "Now you sit there and if you even think about touching your cock I'll put a cage on it. You got that, boy?"

"Yes sir," Dawson said with a fearful stutter. Mr. Massoud slapped me playfully while I bobbed on his thick meat.

"Hi baby boy," I heard Mr. Takada's voice as he got on his knees behind me. He pushed down his shorts and leaned over me to bite on my ear.

"Looks like your throat is getting a workout. Maybe he'll stop talking so much," Mr. Takada laughed with Mr. Massoud as the Arab daddy gripped my hair and held me still to push his cock in and out of my throat.

"That mouth is velvet. He really is a pussyboy," Mr. Massoud praised.

"He loves to please! Daddy taught him right," Asian daddy agreed.

"I'm right on the edge, but I feel like I've been on the edge since I slipped in there. It's just so fucking good," Arab daddy noted in between gasps of pleasure.

"Don't pull out when you do. He loves his milk," Asian daddy said as he spit in my hole. He collected the precum drooling off my dick and shoved that inside me too. He got it wet and pushed his spit inside to find me warmed up and ready. My hole had been twitching and begging since we'd started this.

"Here we go boy, Daddy's here," he said and pushed his tip inside me. He leaned down over me and kissed my bulging cheek. He reached under me and rubbed my chest, pulled my nipples, and bit softly on my skin as he slowly slid inside me. My body felt electric again at his touch. It knew it's master. I was stuffed from both ends and whimpering like a puppy left out in the rain. But it felt so fucking good.

Mr. Takada was juiced up from playing Dawson. He had no time for a gentle fuck. He shoved his way inside me as I screamed around Mr. Massoud's cock. It pushed the Arab daddy over the edge and he groaned this deep animal growl.

"Fuck!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes focused on me. He shoved deep and I felt his cock throb.

"Fuck I'm cumming," He growled and yanked on my hair so I had to stare up at him.

"Take it, boy. Show him how daddy trained you. Swallow that fucking seed you worked for. Don't lose a drop," Mr. Takada warned as he put his hand under my throat and massaged it It forced me to swallow uncontrollably as Mr. Massoud flooded my gullet with his spunk. He bucked his hips and his strong ab muscles jerked as he looked down at me with that hazy look of joy.

"Oh so fucking good," Massoud hissed. "So fucking good."

"That's my boy," Mr. Takada praised as I swallowed the hot load. It had distracted me, but I soon became acutely aware that he was ramming my ass with urgency. I felt waves of pleasure mixed with pain as he tore into my hole. He'd fucked me every day so I was ready for him, but he always added that extra roughness to bring it up a level. His thick shaft rubbed over my prostate and had me leaking on the hardwood floor.

"Ahh," I gasped as Mr. Massoud took his cock out of my mouth. It slid out with a pop and I started to almost hyperventilate. It pushed me over the edge and I felt the cum rising in my shaft.

"I'm gonna... fuck, daddy! I'm cumming!" I whined. Mr. Takada gripped me in his arms and slammed into my hole. He raised me up from the floor and my cock fired off into the air. Mr. Massoud watched with an interested smirk as I shot on his abs and pecs. He reached out and twisted my nipples while my body tensed and jerked and sprayed him with my boy juice.

"Fuck, sir. Fuck, please, Fuck, Sir!" I whined nonsense at the assault of sensations from my ass, my nips, my cock, my chest. Mr. Takada held me firmly against him so I wouldn't fall over.

"Haaaahhhh," I groaned as the last shot fired out and hit Mr. Massoud on the lips.

"Here it cums, boy," Mr. Takada growled in my ear and pulled me back against his chest as he shoved his cock deep inside my chute. I felt it fire off rounds of hot juice inside me as he made his own involuntary jerks and cursed in my ear.

"Fuuuuccckkk baby," he hissed as he filled me. He pistoned in and out of me to drain all the milk he had. He bit on my shoulder and rubbed my sweaty chest as he pumped his oil up my pipe.

"Yeah daddy, fill me up," I whined. He felt so good inside me. He shoved in one more time and held it while his heartbeat pounded against my back.

"That's my baby. That's daddy's good boy," he whispered and kissed my skin. He held me there as he recovered and then shoved me forward against Mr. Massoud.

"Lick up your seed, boy. We can't leave a guest like that," he said. He slowly slid his cock out of me as I bent forward and slurped up my cum from the hot, sticky Arab. I finished it with a kiss to get my cum off his lips, but he'd already sucked in the juice there, wanting to taste me.

"Let's get cleaned up." Mr. Takada said when we'd calmed. Dawson was sitting cross-legged on the couch with his cock tenting my sheer blue thong. He'd developed quite a wet patch of precum on it, but he hadn't cum. The four of us went up to shower while Donovan was still force-fucking Justin. They could go for a long time.

The shower was just barely big enough for the four of us. Mr. Takada took off my brace and was gentle with my fractured arm. When we dried off, He offered a fresh thong for Dawson to put on and got me a matching one from my drawer. He helped me back into the arm brace and pointed us back towards the bedroom.

"The boys can take a nap if that's ok with you. It's Colton's usual nap time. He gets pretty cranky at night if I don't put him down," Mr. Takada said.

"I'm not tired. I don't nap. Can I have my phone back now? I'll be quiet while he sleeps," Dawson said and squirmed in my thong. He kept pulling at the cord on his ass.

"You're not getting that back, ever! Now get to bed before I cane that ass," Mr. Massoud growled. He had a whole new level of confidence with his boy. Dawson looked wide-eyed and nodded.

"Yes sir," Dawson added to show he understood. The daddies smiled at each other.

"I thought I could show you around the neighborhood while they nap. The neighbor to our left is an FBI agent. You asked earlier if any houses were for sale. He does most of his work out of the Seattle office, but he put his retirement savings into this house. We built here when the market was down, so he might be open to a fair price," Mr. Takada said.

"You think so? That would be great," Mr. Massoud laughed. They dressed, turned off the main lights, and left us alone in the big bed. I laid there until I heard the front door close. The room was quiet and dimly lit by the slowly setting sun.

"Colton? You awake?" Dawson whispered, afraid he'd get in trouble for talking.

"Yeah. I wanted to talk to you too," I said. I felt his hands on me, he was horny. I pushed him away. He wasn't supposed to cum and we had more important matters to discuss.

"Bout what?" he asked, annoyed at my rejection.

"Dude, the clinic, the therapy. You can't let them do it to you. It's bad," I said and realized I sounded crazy.

"Don't think I have much of a choice. I've never seen Kasim.... I mean... dad get so excited about it. Once he has his mind set on something..." Dawson trailed off.

"Look. I have a friend you need to talk to. He can explain all this. His brother was taken by them. They turn you into... it's hard to explain," I fumbled for words. I needed Julian's help with this.

"Oh... kay," Dawson said like I was nuts.

"Just... I'll get your phone number and have him call you. He knows all about this stuff and he'll help you," I said. Dawson's hands were on me again. I pushed him away. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Just promise me you'll hear him out when he gets to you. Ok?" I asked.

"Sure, Colton. I'll listen to him. Clinic's bad. Got it," Dawson yawned. "I am kinda tired."

I laid there and started to drift off. Dawson snuggled up to me and put his arms around me. He pushed me to roll over so he could spoon me. I let him. He was warm and I thought he was going to try something with me when his hand slid down to cup my ass. But he didn't. He started to snore and then I drifted off. I had a big day tomorrow. There was so much to learn.

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