At Daddy’s

Terry was exhausted. With the demands on his time with work, his chores at home, his project with Tabby, and now taking care of Drew on top of it all, he was beginning to feel a bit spread thin. Not that he would complain. It wasn't Terry's place to complain. Tim himself had told Terry not to complain about his lot in life, and Terry wouldn't think of disobeying Tim.

“Here’s your drink, daddy,” Terry said in the falsetto voice Drew had instructed him to use while at the younger man’s apartment. He handed the cold beer to his host then scurried off back to the kitchen to finish doing the dishes.

“If you want to go visit your friend,” Natalie had told him after dinner, “make sure Tabby doesn’t need you first, then make sure you’re home by eleven. You have work in the morning, and I don’t want you moping around because you’re tired.”

It made perfect sense. Terry was so glad that Natalie took care of him so well. A man like Terry could easily be taken advantage of if he didn’t have someone watching out for him.

“I got you something,” Drew said, walking into the kitchen and slapping him in the panty-clad behind just as Terry put the last clean cup away. Drew hadn’t wanted him to get Natalie’s dress wet while cleaning, so he did his chores in heels, a bra, and panties.

“A present? For me? Daddy, you shouldn’t have!” Terry smiled and bounced excitedly. It wouldn’t have been his natural reaction, but Drew had told him that he needed to act more happy, more giddy. Not a difficult order to follow, and as usual, it felt great to obey.

A bottle of pills were pulled from the cupboard over the fridge and placed on the counter next to Terry.

“Estradiol?” Terry asked, reading the bottle.

“It will help your body make a bit more sense for what I want from you,” Drew explained, “might help you with your daughter’s project, too. You are to take those pills. Follow the instructions on the bottle. Also, go see your doctor and get more, or see if there is something stronger that you should be taking.”

“Okay daddy,” Terry said, uneasy, fully knowing that his unease wouldn’t prevent his compliance. He opened the bottle, popped a pill, shivered in the pleasure of obedience, then closed the bottle again. “But what if he doesn’t give me any?”

“That’s fine, sweet cheeks,” Drew said, “Ive drawn up a script for you to say. You’ll take it home and memorize it, phrases and responses that should get you where you need to go. And if that doesn’t work, keep trying more doctors until it does.”

“Yes, daddy,” Terry said, knowing that spending time memorizing would take even more time, time he didn’t have, despite how good it would feel to know he was being obedient.

The dishes done, the bathroom cleaned, the living room tidied, Terry had finished the jobs Drew had given him. While he hadn’t been coming to visit in the evenings very long, they had already begun falling into a rhythm. When Terry arrived, Drew would be finishing his dinner in front of the TV. Drew would then tell him to disrobe and give him a list of chores that needed to be done. Terry loved that part. The expectations were so clear, and it felt so gratifying to get each task accomplished.

Once the chores were done came the recreational portion of the evening. These were a bit more stressful. The first night that Terry had come over, Drew had told him to dance. No further guidance was given, and so he tried his best, wiggling, writhing, the way Tabby had been teaching him to do for the camera.

Another time it had been a massage, something that Terry got right to work on. Drew got completely naked and lay on his bed, while Terry straddled him and rubbed oil on his back, legs, and buttocks. After thirty minutes, Drew rolled over and Terry continued. It had been quite distracting having Drew’s erection poking into him while he worked, but Terry wasn’t going to let a little distraction keep him from obeying an order.

“I wish we could dress you up into something sexier,” Drew mumbled as he stared at the ill-fitting bra and panties Terry was wearing.

“I’m trying to lose some weight, daddy” Terry said, “so it fits better. Until I do, Natalie won’t let me wear her nicer stuff. This was the sexiest thing she would allow.”

“Maybe if I…” Drew said, as if he was considering something but decided not to say it out loud. Then a smile crept onto his face.

“We don’t want it to get so late that you have to go home before we have our fun. Come over here,” he spread his legs and pointed to the ground between them, “I’m sure you’re no stranger to getting yourself off with your hands. I think it’s time you out that practice to work on someone else’s cock.”

He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his flaccid penis. Obediently, Terry knelt down on the floor and took the penis in his hand. It was soft, but if experience in his own had taught him anything, the softness wouldn’t last.

Looking at his coworkers penis, Terry was struck at the fact that giving a handjob to the junior member of his work staff was both the last thing he wanted to do and also the only thing he wanted to do. He wasn’t gay, he didn’t enjoy getting men off. But obeying a direct order? That was what he was all about.

Terry leaned forward and spit into his hand, then began to slowly move it up and down on the stiffening appendage. Soon Drew would get off, and soon Terry would be permitted to get dressed and go home. He would hopefully get a few minutes to study Drew’s script before bed, but if he didn’t, he could always read it during his lunch break the next day. When you were as busy as Terry, you have to use your time wisely. And as Terry jacked off his coworker, thinking about how well he’d used his time that day, he felt assured that he had truly begun to grow wise.

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