Call Me Sir - Part 11

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A few days had passed. Liam had weaved in and out of being ill, but for the most part, remained quite well. The colour had started to return to his skin, and Gideon couldn't help but find him more and more attractive each day.

Aside from the boy's handsomeness, he was still a teenager so Gideon had that to deal with, too.

"Do you have a million dollars?" He asked, draped over the sofa as the man read his newspaper. It was the sixth question he'd asked him about money in the last thirty minutes.

"What do you mean do I have a million dollars?" He replied harshly, "do I have a million dollars of what?"

Liam gawped at him.

"Uh... money" he scoffed.

"No, I don't just have a million dollars sitting in a bank account" he said, as though it was a silly question from a silly little boy.

Liam considered it before grinning. "So it's all tied up, right?" He asked excitedly, "that's what you rich people say when you're secretly broke, isn't it? All tied up".

"I'll tie you up in a minute" Gideon told him, a slight smile on his own face now.

"Do you have a mansion back home?" He pressed, "with a swimming pool and shit?"

"I have an apartment".

"Dude, you need a mansion with a swimming pool!"

"You need to be quiet and let me read my newspaper".

Liam sat up and exhaled loudly. Gideon watched him from above the paper. He was far more dressed than the man would have liked, wearing a clean white t-shirt and a pair of red shorts.

"I'm so bored, bro" Liam mumbled, getting to his feet, "can we go out or something?"

Gideon had to admit that being stuck in the house for the last couple of weeks had certainly taken its toll on them both. Yes, Liam was doing better, but he felt like shit.

"Yes" he said, folding his newspaper, "as long as you don't run away".

"I'm not a dog" the boy sniggered, and felt Gideon's hands on his shoulders.

The man leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"Are you sure about that?" He breathed, and watched the front of Liam's red shorts begin to tent.

"Can I feed the ducks?" Liam asked excitedly as they strolled through the large, mostly deserted park.

"Do you have a loaf of bread hidden in your ass?" Gideon replied with a smirk, and saw the young man's shoulders drop as they continued by the pond.

"Wait here" he said, rolling his eyes and sitting the boy on the bench. "If you run off to find drugs, I'll feed you to the ducks".

Liam grinned from ear to ear as Gideon left the park, went to the closest shop and returned a few minutes later with the bread.

"Sweet!" Liam almost gasped, and Gideon laughed to himself as he sat down and the young man rushed eagerly toward the edge of the pond to feed the damn ducks.

As he sat back and watched, he couldn't help but feel like a father. It was a feeling that still didn't sit right with him, especially since the spanking. It had turned him on more than he cared to admit, and evidently it had turned Liam on as well. Watching him feed ducks was making him even more uncomfortable.

"Is he yours?" A woman smiled, sitting down on the bench next to him.

She was quite old and had a friendly face, and although Gideon wasn't the most personable person in the world, he'd felt different lately. He considered telling her the truth and explaining that Liam was just a drug addict who he'd rescued from the streets and was now living with in some sado-sexual relationship that technically wasn't actually a relationship.

"Yes" he replied.

"They grow up so fast, don't they?" She smiled, "I remember when my two used to come down here with me to feed the ducks, though I must say" she added with a hearty laugh, "they were a little younger than your boy".

"Yeah" Gideon nodded, "he's um... He's a bit simple".

The woman cocked a brow and Gideon tried to contain his laughter. They watched as Liam returned eating one of the slices of bread.

"Hello" she beamed at him, and he forced an awkward smile back. "Your dad was telling me that you like ducks" she continued, and Gideon felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Liam grinned.

"Oh yeah" he nodded seriously, "me and dad always come down to feed the ducks".

The old woman smiled again. "That's lovely, pet" she said.

"Yeah" Liam nodded, chewing through another slice of bread, "and if I'm a really good boy, then dad lets me eat the leftover bread".

Gideon closed his eyes and felt the woman's glare.

"Oh" she replied, taken aback, "well that's very nice".

"Yep, isn't that right, dad?"

Gideon's lip curled as he tried to imagine the bizarre image that the poor old woman had in her head.

"That's right, son".

"Can we go now, dad?" He continued, "my butt is really sore from where you stuck your–"

Gideon stood up and clasped his hand over a slice of bread that was already in Liam's mouth. It muffled the young man but the woman had heard enough and now her jaw was almost on her lap.

"He has a wild imagination" he chuckled to the horrified woman as he shoved Liam back through the park.

"You're going to get me arrested" he said eventually as Liam doubled over with laughter.

"It's fun!" The boy grinned, "can't you remember what it's like to have fun?"

Gideon did remember, but admittedly, it had been quite a while since the word was even in his vocabulary.

They walked side by side for a while until Liam began to question him again. It was beginning to feel like he was being interrogated at every possible opportunity.

"Were your parents rich?"

"My father was wealthy, yes".

"So you got all your money from him?"

"No".

"You made it all by yourself?"

"Yes... Well, no not quite, but..."

"Are your parents assholes? Most rich people are assholes".

"They're not assholes" he replied, "well, my mother is a bit of an asshole".

"mother" Liam sniggered, "why do you talk like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a three hundred year old vampire".

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

Liam shrugged as they reached an area of the park that was almost entirely enclosed by trees. It reminded Gideon of a small forest.

"Wanna see something cool?" The boy asked, and even though he didn't, Gideon shrugged and followed him into the trees.

"Where are you taking me, Liam?" He asked with a sigh, but the boy powered ahead and ignored him,

"Liam?" He called, as he got so far ahead that Gideon lost sight. "LIAM!"

His heart began to punch in his chest. If he lost the boy again, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Gideon sped up, swiping branches from his face. "LIAM!" He roared as sweat began to form on his body, and then he stopped dead and gawped at the sight before him.

Liam stood in a small clearing. He was fully naked, except for his sneakers, with one hand draped lightly over his crotch. Almost instantly, Gideon began to stiffen.

"What are you doing?" He barked, still rattled by his disappearance, "put your clothes on and let's go".

"No" Liam replied with a gentle smile, "not until you take your clothes off, too".

"Liam, I'm not playing games with you" he said sharply, "put on your clothes and let's go!"

The teenager walked toward him and released his junk. Gideon could help but stare at the mesmerising sight until Liam stood right before him.

"You're so uptight" he whispered, pushing his fingers into the buttons of Gideon's shirt, "just relax for once".

It felt so wrong. Everything about it felt wrong, yet he couldn't bring himself to stop the young man as he undid his shirt and pushed his hands inside.

"Liam" he said breathlessly, "this isn't right".

"Why?" The boy replied, pressing his lips to Gideon's hairy chest, "it's not like you're my dad".

He couldn't control himself anymore. He'd been doing his best ever since the spanking incident, but it was too much now. He grabbed Liam's face in his hands and kissed him. The act shocked them both, but Liam's body went limp in his arms and they tongued each other passionately.

"Take my cock out" Gideon ordered, and saw a spark of excitement in Liam's beautiful eyes.

"Yes sir" he replied, almost instinctively, and got to his knees.

The man wiped his mind of how strange this whole thing was. He was too aroused to care anymore, so he simply watched as Liam unzipped his pants and slid his hand in the gap before finding his cock.

"It's big" Liam said as he began to feed it out, "really big!"

"Shut up and suck it" Gideon growled, and Liam happily obeyed.

He gasped as the boy wrapped his warm, wet lips around his helmet. It sent sparks of pleasure through his pole and into his body.

"Fuck" he groaned, feeling Liam's tongue slide around his shaft and his hand work his balls.

Liam gagged on it but sucked like a pro. He bobbed up and down, twirled around it and licked up the underside. Gideon felt his legs become shaky.

"Don't touch yourself" he growled as Liam pumped his own cock, "you cum when I let you cum".

Liam mumbled into his meat and placed both of his hands behind his back. The sight alone made Gideon reach orgasm.

"Oh yeah" he grunted, spraying his seed into the boy's throat, "swallow it!"

Liam didn't need to be asked twice. He gulped the stuff down as though he was addicted to it. It was the freshest cum he had ever tasted, and he made sure to drink every bit.

When Gideon's orgasm passed, Liam remained on his cock, licking and cleaning every inch of it with his tongue.

"Alright, alright" the man gasped, pushing himself back inside his pants, "get dressed".

Liam looked up at him from his knees and smirked.

"Don't I get to cum?" He asked, deviously.

Gideon shook his head.

"Slaves don't cum".