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“What options do I have that are permanent?” Frank asked as he sat on the edge of the examination table at his doctor’s office. His gynecologist was in the same hospital as his endocrinologist and the two were able to contact one another for Frank’s medical needs pretty quickly. Since COVID, the doctors were able to video chat with one another while Frank had appointments; the sad part was, he was still billed for two doctors even if he only saw one.

“Jumping straight into the permanent options?” his doctor mulled it over.

“I'm gonna be 32 this year,” Frank admitted. “I think the ‘I might change my mind about kids’ train is long gone.”

Dr. Adams went through his chart digitally on her tablet. “Are you still in a monogamous relationship?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Sexually active?”

“Yes.”

“You know HRT is not a replacement for birth control for trans men,” she started to rant. “Have you been using other forms of birth control?”

“Condoms,” he lied as he left out the part about Ray ejaculating down his throat, or on his face, or on his ass.

“And you are still legally listed as female on all of your documentation?”

Frank got top surgery years ago but that wasn't enough for the judge his court order was presented to. After that devastating loss, Frank had given up thinking that his name and sex getting legally changed was a possibility. “Yes…”

“I can contact the Pride Center to get you another court order with a different judge,” his doctor offered. “Is your biggest concern about having birth control or having your gender marker changed?”

The last few months had been terrifying. The fact that his boyfriend worked for a local news station didn’t help; Frank would hear the horror stories multiple times a day just because Ray would be talking about work. It felt like the country was on fire and he had no way to escape the flames that were coming towards him.

“Have you seen Tennessee?” If it wasn’t states banning abortions, it was states trying to ban birth control altogether. Then there were states trying to force transgender minors to detransition, ban drag performers from being in public, and start regulating what could be said in the classrooms of public schools. The fires weren't at his doorstep in New Jersey, but Frank was terrified of what would happen if the flames weren't extinguished soon.

“I know,” she sighed. “I have family who had to quit their jobs and move in with me here in New Jersey. Some state governments want to get rid of birth control in its entirety. I know someone, she’s not my patient but my niece, who is on birth control pills to reduce her chances of her cervical cancer coming back. She’s not even sexually active but the state still wanted to take her cancer preventative away from her.”

Frank wanted to express how terrible that sounded and how badly he wished that issues like that weren't really happening but all of his words were caught up in his throat. He let out a shuddering breath and realized he had tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

Dr. Adams put her hand over his. “Sometimes it feels like there’s nothing we can do to help others in need. But I know we can fix this for you.”

~~~~~

Frank tried his best to repeat everything that had been said to him, but it was just as hard to keep his composure in his bedroom as it was in the doctor’s office. Being spooned in Ray’s arms helped ease the pain a little.

“So now I'm going to be on the Depo shot until November,” he explained his situation. “When it gets closer, my doctor will see if I'm healthy enough to have a hysterectomy to recover over the winter.”

Ray ran his fingers up and down Frank’s arm. “And this will get you closer to being able to legally transition?”

He paused, looming to find the best way to word his embarrassment. “I already could have with my doctor. I tried once and got denied in court. That was a long time ago though.”

“Well, it sounds like this could be another step closer to not being denied,” Ray said confidently. 

Frank rolled over so he could bury his face in Ray’s chest. “You're too good for me.”

Ray chuckled a bit and gently played with the young man’s hair. He hadn't gotten it cut since last November so it was pretty shaggy at this point in the spring. “I know there's not a lot I can do but if there’s anything I can help with...”

“I'll tell you,” he repeated as he closed his eyes and quietly hummed into Ray’s chest. “Right now, I need to take my mind off of it. I need something else to distract me.”

“Are you trying to be all cute and hint at it or should I just ask you?” his boyfriend asked.

He looked up at Ray’s smiling face and instantly felt at ease. “I was talking about concentrating on work. I wasn't trying to hint at anything, but it sounds like you're already plotting away. What are you thinking?”

“I know you said you still had a bunch of stuff to do today,” the older man started. “But what if we cash in one of your Little Days this weekend to take the edge off?”

The idea that he had “Little Days” stored up like sick time was still humorous for him. One of the best things about his Littlespace was being able to leave every issue and problem he had locked away for a moment. He needed someone else to make decisions for him and plan how their day was going to be. It wasn't so much that the couple couldn't involve his Little side in any of their play sessions, but one of the best parts of being Little for Frank was to give someone else complete control over him.

And Ray enjoyed overplanning their sessions.

If it was going to be a full day, the couple needed to make sure everything was in place the day before; it wasn't safe to put Frankie in his submissive headspace and then end up shopping for groceries twenty minutes later. Ray had gotten up a little earlier than he usually would so he could set up while letting Frank sleep in. A lot of his plans for the day were discussed beforehand, but Ray still had a few hidden surprises waiting.

Frank woke up to a hand on his head, pushing his crazy bed head out of his face. “Good morning, baby boy.”

Still tired, he smiled. “Morning, Daddy.”

He stretched out a bit while Ray moved the comforter off of him. “We got a big day ahead of us.”

Their big day involved the STP device that Frank had been intimidated by since it came back with them from their trip to Chicago. The young man was so worried about failure, he didn't want to even try. Ray, on the other hand, thought that being able to master the device would not only give Frank some gender euphoria but some confidence with a morale boost. He wasn't trying to be bratty but it seemed to come off that way as he hid his nerves. “But first thing when I wake up?”

“We gotta start at step one,” Ray explained. “Why not start sooner so we can finish sooner, too?”

He accepted that the first step in the process was happening at that moment and pushed himself off of the bed. Ray took him by the hand and led him over to the en suite bathroom. Frank’s stomach dropped when he got past the door. The packing device and the underwear that could properly hold it were both sitting on the sink.

“You're a big boy now, let’s see you put it on,” Ray explained as he sat on the edge of the tub. He was acting so nonchalant about the whole situation, he took out his phone and started to play on it so Frank could be independent. 

Frank looked over, terrified. “For real?”

“Yeah.”

He squirmed while he was standing there, feeling uneasy. “But um…”

Fuck it. He wasn’t going to be able to last long playing this game with Ray anyway. Frank took the STP by itself and pulled his pajama bottoms down enough so he could place the device up against his groin. He grumbled as he relieved himself, realizing that he was in too big of a hurry not to pee his pants that it was now dribbling down his legs. He angrily side-eyed his boyfriend who ignored his dilemma until it was over. 

Frank couldn’t feel any joy from finally conquering his fears since all he had going through him was rage. “Why did you let me-“

“Well now we have a place to start,” Ray said as he snatched up the prosthetic. The older man stood up and walked out of the bathroom just to come back with a clean change of clothes. “We can try again later.”

He let out a heavy sigh. Frank silently reminded himself that this was the whole point of today. When he was Little, someone was taking care of him, and when he was Little, all of his other problems went away, even the Little problems. “Yes, please.” 

He took the clothes Ray brought into the bathroom, along with the packing strap, and got himself cleaned up and dressed. He noted that this outfit was a pair of his shorts and a random dinosaur shirt. He found the shirt humorous, given that they actually found it at a thrift store but it worked so well with into his little wardrobe. He took a moment to make sure his packer was properly fitted against his body before Ray pulled him out into the living room. 

As Ray started to show him all of the activities he planned for the two of them, Frank felt overjoyed. In the back of his mind, he knew that Ray would be doing his best to distract from all of the problems of the outside world, because right then, all he cared about was in that room. 

“I went back and forth between these two when I couldn't find a dinosaur one,” the older man said as he showed off two different Connect the Dot books. They both looked to be a difficulty for adults; one was a neo-traditional tattoo book while the other was of mythical creatures.

Frank went for the creature one and started flipping through the pages. He stopped at a centaur and pulled out a pencil from the box that Ray placed on the floor. It took him a moment to realize that they were dot-to-dots because he didn't like coloring like other Littles. He smiled at the notion and started to connect each little spot on the page.

“You take such good care of me,” Frank said as he leaned into his boyfriend’s body sitting next to him. “Do you need me to take care of you?”

“Of course not,” Ray laughed it off. “That's what Daddies are for!”

“You know what I mean.” Frank stopped working on his creature to pull Ray’s arm into a tight embrace.

“I know but...” The older man sighed and used his arm to pull Frank up onto his lap before reclining with his back on the couch. “I only got worried when I saw how scared you were. Because we live in an area that's so accepting of us, I never thought about you being in danger. Especially from the government.”

Frank snuggled closer. “I'm more scared for people I don't even know than I am for myself. If there's anything I'm scared of, it's the hysterectomy. My top surgery wasn't a huge deal in comparison; the doctor would be removing a huge part of my body. I don't know what my insides would do with a gap between organs and I'm too scared to Google it.”

“I get it,” Ray agreed. “But it would be a step up in your transition, right?”

“Yeah...”

“I mean it's scary,” his Daddy reassured him and brushed his hair out his face. “But just think of the end when the journey looks tough. Then you can legally be Frank.”

“Pretty sure I can do that before the surgery,” he mumbled. A hysterectomy wasn't going to affect his gender marker getting changed, but it was still a step he wanted to take. “After the surgery, I won't have periods anymore.”

“No pregnancy risks either.”

“Oh no, while I'm on the Depo shot, that's been taken care of.” He caught Ray stir against him and looked up at his boyfriend’s confused face. “The shot is birth control while also stopping my periods. Did you miss that part?”

“I guess I did...”

Frank curled up further into his boyfriend’s lap, pulling an arm over his side so he could be cuddled. “Holy fuck I love you.”

“Hey! This is supposed to be your Little day!” Ray squished the smaller body into a hug.

“Then take care of me!” he whined into his boyfriend’s chest.

“You big baby,” the older man added before letting Frank go and leaving for the kitchen. While Ray was gone, Frank went back to his dot-to-dot, whispering the numbers as he kept going. A moment later, Ray was sitting next to him again, just this time with a small bowl of fruit and a bottle of water between the two of them. The young man had an apple slice in his face by the time he realized what was going on. “At least let me feed you.”

“Yes please,” he said before taking the slice in his mouth.  

They both counted along to the numbers Frank connected, only breaking for bites of fruit or sips of water. Ray stole a few of the cherries while he fed the young man and went entirely unnoticed. Once it was completed, Frank ripped the centaur out of the book to color it, closing the book so he could use the cover as a flat surface. 

“What else do you have planned for today?” Frank asked as he started pulling colored pencils close to work with. He put the book down before settling himself to lie on the floor. 

“Whatever you want,” his boyfriend reassured him and slid up next to him on the floor. “We only have one real goal today, but everything else is up to you.”

He had almost forgotten about the STP. He knew that he was supposed to be able to properly use it by the end of the day, but he still felt a little uneasy being that vulnerable in front of Ray. It wasn't like their first time in the gas station restroom, because there was a learning curve this time. Although, he still felt like Ray had full control over him, especially when he realized that Ray managed to get him to drink the whole bottle of water while they were sitting there. 

Trying to avoid the situation altogether, Frank changed the subject to what they could do the rest of the day. “Bath time before bedtime?”

“Of course.”

“Movie?”

“We can do that after bathtime,” Ray offered. “You know, in case you fall asleep.”

“Anything you want to do, Daddy?” he asked, trying to switch the conversation around. 

“Today’s all about you, baby,” Ray repeated. “But I'm about to get a paddle if you keep asking me.”

“That’s not fair!” Frank sassed back. “It's not all one-sided! Littles can take care of their Doms, too!”

“Then let me take care of you!” the older man laughed. 

Slightly giving up, Frank pouted when he wasn’t getting his way; his brain started spinning different ideas that he could still be able to take care of Ray without the older man knowing. He didn't sail too far into his brainstorm by the time he pulled a slim black marker out of the pencil box. Frank used it to outline all of his pencil marks while also trying to cover up some of the numbers. He had his creature outlined when he had the idea. “Lemme see your arm.”

“What?”

“Arm,” Frank said as he motioned for Ray’s arm again. “Please.”

Reluctantly, the older man scooted closer so his left arm could be in Frank’s bubble. The two were still lying on the floor, the Little one on his stomach, when Ray started feeling for the TV remote on the end table near his head. He got the screen on and then used the remote app on his phone to bring up Netflix.

Frank was already drawing on his boyfriend’s arm, blocking out shapes with a yellow marker. He still hadn't decided on a complete idea, but he knew he was at least adding a few flowers for decoration.

“Just remember,” Ray added. “I still gotta work tomorrow.”

“I won't draw a dick, I promise.” He barely got the words out before Ray flicked him in between his eyebrows. “Ow! Why?!”

“Little Day means Little you,” the older man reminded him. 

“Okay, Daddy,” he tried to apologize. He then focused on the flowers for a moment, going back and forth in his head between traditional roses or something more relevant to them. Frank pulled an orange marker from the box when he made his decision on the flowers. “What are we watching?”

“There's a new My Little Pony show.”

“No, I'll end up watching that with Mikey.”

“Maybe he needs a Little Day too,” Ray offered and then used his phone to put the TV on Hulu. From there, he selected one of their favorites. “I'll text Pete later.”

Frank eventually decided on drawing a skull on the other man’s forearm. It wasn’t too graphic nor cartoonish, but leaving it as an empty open space next to the flowers worked well. He looked up a bit to see that one of the early episodes of Adventure Time were on. Ray moved a bit so he could watch the screen while Frank drew on his arm. He ended up watching the show upside down while laying on his back, leaving Frankie the opportunity to stay on his belly. 

The smaller man blew onto the marks, hoping that it would help speed up the drying process. That caught Ray’s attention, “What are you doing?”

He was mostly done so he could show it off. “It’s the Lich.”

“It is,” the older man complimented. The skull had the one horn still in tact while the other broke before the head. The drawing was still just the Lich King’s skull but his mouth was open, looking like he was about to conjure up some kind spell at an enemy. “Good job, Baby. And what’s with the flowers?”

“They’re pansies,” Frank said, looking up into Ray’s eyes.

“Are you trying to-“

“No, I’m not safe-wording,” he argued. “But they mean a lot to us, ya know?” With that, Frank scooted closer, letting himself get wrapped up in Ray’s arms like a love note in its envelope.

Once he was comfortable again, he focused all of his attention on the TV, watching a dark cloud pop out Finn’s stomach just to shame him and his fears of the ocean. Frankie giggled a bit when the cloud entity talked because it sounded just like Skips from Regular Show; even though it was the same voice actor, Frank still found himself internally laughing anytime Mark Hamil was in a kids show, regardless of the role. 

The third time Finn went into the ocean, Frank caught himself squirming in his seat. Ray looked down - or rather up, from their current positions - at the young man’s face, “If you need to go, we can take a break.”

“But I don’t want to miss anything…” Frankie grumbled, as of this wasn’t his fourth time seeing this episode specifically.

“I can pause it.” Just to show that he could, Ray used the remote app on his phone to pause the TV. “See? We can come back.”

The Little crossed his legs and lied, “I’m okay.”

“Do we need to take a break-like a real break? Is it getting to be too much?”

Frank sighed into Ray’s chest. “What if I make a mess again?”

“We can clean your clothes,” the Daddy replied.

“What if I can’t get the hang of it?”

“We can try something else, but -“ Ray paused just to boop Frankie’s nose “- we’ll only know that this device won’t work if we keep trying.”

He sighed again, momentarily accepting defeat. “Okay, let’s try.”

He popped up on his knees to give Ray enough room to get up and the. Let the older man lead him to the bathroom. Just like earlier, Ray took a seat on the tub and let Frank do it on his own. With the strap harness on, it kept the device in place against his groin, so Frank was hoping this time would go smoother. Once he got his shorts down enough, he held the shaft in place and started to pee. 

He looked over his shoulder just enough to catch that Ray was on his phone. Frank bit his bottom lip to withhold a moan when he started to think about it; even like this, he still knew Ray was in charge. No matter what side or angle he looked at their relationship from, Frank knew he was completely under Ray’s control. 

By the time he was done, he realized that just a little bit had leaked out. “Dammit.”

He jumped when he felt his butt get popped. “That’s why I bought a pack from Amazon. You’ll be okay.”

Frank sighed as he started to pull his shorts off. “I just…”

He was cut off by peck to his lips, “But look at how good you did compared to this morning! You’re almost there!”

He nodded as he watched Ray walk off with his shorts and strap. He felt defeated. There was a few extra pairs sitting under the sink that he was able to put on after he quickly washed his STP in the sink. Frank got dressed again and waited for Ray to come back by putting the lid down and sitting on the toilet.

When the older man came back, he had a surprised look on his face. “You okay?”

Frank toyed with the hem on his shorts so he could avoid eye contact. “What am I doing wrong?”

“You’re not…” Ray trailed off. He must have realized what he was implying before he got it out.

“You’ve had one forever,” the young man pointed at his boyfriend’s groin. “What am I doing wrong?”

Ray sighed and then knelt down a knee so he could be eye level with his Little. “Next time, tilt your hips forward. It’ll give you a little more space.”

“And then just… practice?”

“Yeah, baby.” Ray smiled, but it was one of those weak smiles people give others when they’re pity the other person. He stood up enough to kiss Frankie’s forehead. “Just a little more practice.”

Frank grabbed Ray’s wrists when the older man’s hands cradled his face. “Thank you.”

“Do you want to keep going with your Little Day?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you want to go back to the show?”

“No, Daddy,” Frank replied, still holding Ray’s hands in place. “

Ray’s hands in place. “Not right now. Can I finish the dot-to-dot?”

Since he had already lined up all of the dots, all Frank had left to do was color. He had gotten so wrapped up in blending colors together to make the centaur look furry, he didn’t catch that Ray was laying on the couch until he heard a humming noise coming from behind his head. Frank turned to see that Ray had fallen asleep on their bed while watching him play on the floor. The older man’s newly marker-tattooed arm was dangling off the side of the mattress. He couldn’t get mad at his boyfriend for taking a nap since Ray had been up before dawn setting the day up, so instead, Frank took the older man’s hand within his own and gently kissed his knuckles. 

That managed to get Ray to pop up. “Oh snap… Sorry, Frankie. I guess I’m a little tired.”

Frank lined his eyes up with the side of the couch cushion so he could be barely seen while watching his boyfriend drift back to sleep.

Like he knew there was a set of eyes on him, Ray said, “Use your words. You know I can’t read your mind.”

“Do you need snuggies?”

“Absolutely.” Ray sat up to give Frank room to get on the couch and leaned against the armrest. The younger man climbed up onto a seat from the floor and then immediately laid on top of Ray and forced an arm over his shoulder so the two could cuddle. “Oh, I get Little Little Frankie now.”

“Today can be a Daddy Day, too,” he offered.

“Don’t worry,” the older man replied while he stuck his chin atop of Frank’s head. “I’ve got a few things planned.”

He wasn’t tired in the slightest but he loved the tranquil feeling he’d get when he rested in his Daddy’s arms. He started letting the humming sound lull him to a peaceful place.

“But because it’s me,” Ray started talking again. “And you know I have to be completely sure before I try something risky…”

Frank started to worry about could be planned for their Daddy Day.

“You we’re talking about your new shot you’re taking,” the older man continued. “And it made me think when we play… do you want me to use a condom next time?”

All the pieces snapped together in his head like a whip; his head almost snapped when he realized what that meant. Frank still tried to play it cool with, “Sure. We can play without one,” as if he hadn’t been pining for it for the last few months. 

He seemed to be squirming too much since Ray had to intervene, “Not right this second. Give me a good… thirty minutes to chill.”

“Then we play?”

“Then you clean up your toys,” the Daddy Dom continued. “And the living room. Then we can play.”

Without any visible clocks in the room or his phone nearby, Frank waited for thirty two minutes before hopping off the couch like a pop tart out of the toaster. The whole time he cleaned up the coloring books and pencils, Frank could see that Ray was barely stretching himself awake. By the time he was putting all of his markers and colored pencils back into their box, Ray was slowly walking out of their bedroom with a loud yawn. Frankie turned the TV off, thinking that it would be the last thing he needed to clean up, and took a seat on the couch, eagerly awaiting for his Daddy to come out to play. 

Instead, Ray looked at his watch and asked, “It's too late for lunch but too early for dinner. How ‘bout I make us something?”

The young man was stunned. “But... Playtime?”

“Not on an empty stomach,” Ray protested and went straight into the kitchen.

Frank realized what Ray was doing: the longer his boyfriend could drag it out, the brattier Frank would be when they fucked. But Frank thought he could reverse-brat himself so Ray couldn't win that game. “Can I help?”

“Aww,” the older man teased. “Let's see what you can do. Cooking’s a thing for big people.”

When he saw a pot being set on the stove, Frank figured out what dinner was going to be. He went to the pantry and pulled out a few spices and then a jar of sauce to sit on the counter while he waited for the water to boil. 

“You want the mushroom or butternut squash?” Ray asked as he looked at the ravioli options in their fridge. 

“Surprise me.” 

Judging by the look on the older man’s face, Frank figured his reverse-psychology-brat-ness was working.

He sat at the table and watched Ray work. He knew if he was asked to participate he could come in, but he also knew that his Daddy liked doing stuff like this to take care of him. Frank kept himself looking cute at the very least, kicking his feet back and forth. “What are you eating?”

“I'll make some for me too,” Ray said as he took out another small pot. “I'll just have a different sauce.”

When the pasta water was being drained and the ravioli were split into the two pots, Frank popped up dangerously close to the counter with spices in hand. “Garlic.”

“Fuck-!” Ray jumped. Thankfully nothing spilled or hit him, but the look on his face told Frank that he was probably going to be in trouble. “I'm about to stop being Nice Daddy.”

“This was you nice?” the young man sassed back. 

“Okay...” the Daddy nodded. “We can play like that.” The older man got both bowls ready, making a big deal that Frankie’s was in a smaller bowl so he didn't get any meat sauce, and then told the Little to go back into the living room. He placed the bowls on the coffee table before going back to get drinks, just two glasses of water. Frank was waiting patiently on his knees behind his bowl when Ray came back. 

“TV or movie time?” Frank asked, acting like the sexual tension wasn't there.

“We can finish the show,” Ray agreed and used the remote to bring Adventure Time back.

Frank enjoyed himself, feeling like he had the upper hand over Ray’s dominance. He ate his dinner quietly, still beaming with a smirk, and enjoyed the next few episodes. The only real pause he had was when Gunter the penguin would squawk and Frank would make a small squawking noise back. 

By the time he finished his dinner, Ray took both of their bowls to go clean up. Frank started to take the glasses and follow but Ray turned and told him, “Sit down. Those are for you.”

Frank looked at both of the still very full glasses of water. “Both?”

“Nice Daddy is gone,” Ray repeated. “You wanted to play like this, you're getting what you want.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. Frank bit off more than he could chew and now he had a particularly cunning and pissed-off Daddy calling his bluff. 

The Little sat back down with both glasses sitting in front of him on the coffee table. He shouldn't have been so nervous, but he couldn't figure out Ray’s next move. He took a drink from one glass while he waited for the dinner cleanup to be over. Frank figured the punishment he was supposedly doing could be forgiven once he was able to weasel his way out of it by being cute; but cute could only go so far, so he needed to finish off at least one glass.

Once he heard the dishwasher starting, Frank straightened himself up in his seat. He tried not to make a big deal when his Daddy came back by keeping his eyes on the screen, but Ray sat right behind him and pulled the Little in his lap.

“One down,” Ray noted the glasses. “Good boy.”

There was no getting out of this. 

Frankie took the other glass in his hand and held it in his lap while he tried to pay attention to the show. He sipped while he watched, trying to ignore both the dick that was pressing into his backside and the pressure on his bladder.

He took a look down at what was left in the glass, realizing there was only about half the glass left, and decided to down what was left so he could be done. “Okay, all done.”

“Nope.” Ray clasped his hands together in Frank’s lap, keeping the boy on the floor. “I'm still watching.”

A new episode had just started.

Frank groaned. Maybe if he had just concentrated on the show, he could get through this. As if it couldn't get worse, the clasped hands in his lap started to press into his stomach. His head fell back against Ray’s shoulder as he tried to hold on. 

He whined the next time a hand pressed into his bladder. Ray whispered in his ear, “Bet you miss Nice Daddy now.”

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered. 

He got louder as he felt a knuckle dig into his side. “So you'll listen to me now?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Frank was almost crying at the pressure. 

“Good boy.” He gasped when the hands at his waist were released. Ray pulled away and left the boy on the floor. “I bet you need to go.”

“Yes, please Daddy,” he pleaded.

“Follow me,” the older man ordered and walked away.

Frank’s eyes lit up, especially as his partner left without even looking at him. Ray didn't need to look back to know Frank was following him. The young man stood up, carefully, still attempting not to pee his pants, as he obeyed his Daddy. 

His feet had barely stepped onto the bathroom tile when Ray’s fingers snapped in his face. Frank jumped up, standing at attention, when he got his orders: “On your knees.”

“Next to you or in the doorway?”

“I said on your knees.”

Frank knew what that meant and immediately fell to his knees in the doorway. He had both hands behind his back while he awaited his next orders.

Ray looked down on the young man, literally, while undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. “Good boy. Now, watch.”

He could hear that Ray was talking and probably giving him pointers, but Frank’s eyes were fixated on Ray’s hands, and couldn't think of anything else. His eyes darted back and forth from Ray’s hand, to Ray’s face, and back to the stream coming out of Ray’s cock. Frank gasped a little at the sight, wanting it to be on him so Ray could mark his little ass instead of having to watch. His brain was so fogged up by the visual of Ray's cock pissing right in front of him, Frank had to bite his bottom lip to keep from getting any louder. He still made notes about what he could do when it was his turn: hips forward, keep a hand to aim, and don't overdo it; because hopefully, he was up next. 

His attention came back when Ray snapped again, “Up.”

Frank scrambled to get up on his feet just to have Ray grab him by the shoulder and position the young man in front of the toilet. He caught his breath in his throat when his shirt was pulled over his head. By the time Ray had a hand down his shorts to take them off as well, he realized with the hard cock pressing into his ass that his mate hadn't tucked himself back into his pants. He was desperate to relieve himself but knew that he better wait for instructions. His hips were tilted forward by a set of hands keeping him steady. Frank still shaking but he couldn't tell if it was from the position he was in or how riled up he felt inside. 

He flinched when he felt the older man’s chin dig into his neck. “Your turn, baby boy.”

Frank took a deep breath and used a hand to maneuver his silicone dick. Once he knew he was aiming well enough to not leave a mess, Frank closed his eyes so he could concentrate on not being so horny. The relief on his bladder pulled a moan out from his lips. He was still absolutely turned on being under Ray’s control and wasn't going to get any relief from that any time soon. He tried to remind himself that this wasn't supposed to be a kinky thing but it was pretty hard to argue with himself when he had his boyfriend’s hard-on pressing into his back.

Once he was finished, Ray shook the packer for him before feeling the edges of the harness. “Good boy, you did it and it didn't make a mess!”

The tone made him feel like Nice Daddy was back and Frank wasn't going to fight it. He felt like he was never fighting with his Daddy again if this whole ordeal taught him anything. Frank was still shaky and teary-eyed as he agreed, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He felt his harness getting pulled down and he worked with wobbly legs to get it off. “Are you gonna listen to me, now?”

Frank nodded, frantically, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

With a fist in his hair, Frank was pushed against the tub. His front half was bent at the hips in the tub while his back end was on display. He immediately started worrying about his back end when he caught Ray’s hands on his hips. “No, Daddy, I'm not clean-!”

It was all in vain as his front was being licked. Frank moaned even louder when he felt a tongue plunge into his front hole. Between the hands on his hips pulling him back and the tongue deep within him, Ray was literally tongue fucking him. He started bucking against the face and whining when Ray kept up with his pace. 

“Oh fuck!” he shouted out when he felt a finger dig into him alongside the tongue. With the tongue moving off of his cock and on his ass, Frank squirmed even more. He knew he wasn't gonna last much longer but he didn't want to be over before Ray had a turn.

A second finger went in with the first one and started a heavy pace that made Frank melt. He tried to grab at Ray’s head to get him to stop, but instead, he got a swat to the ass. He kept his hands together at that point, almost like he was praying as he rode out his tiny orgasm without touching his boyfriend.

“Please...” he started to beg as he couldn't keep himself up on his elbows anymore. “Please stop. At least let me switch positions...”

Frank was pulled by hips again, this time pulling him up so he could stand on his feet. Before he can even think of what to do, he’s spun on his heels and his mouth is being devoured. In the back of Frank’s mind, he knows that he can taste himself on his boyfriend’s tongue, but he could care less about what Ray’s tongue was on. 

He was breathless and kept his balance leaning against the older man’s arms. He looked up at Ray’s smirking face, “Let's get you cleaned up.”

“Are... Are you sure?” he asked, breathlessly. Frank’s eyes darted down, staring intently at the cock pressing against his thigh. Ray pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the floor. “Okay. Can we both fit in the tub?”

“I can make it work,” the older man chuckled. “Bigger problem is that we have a narrow tub. We ain't fucking in here.”

“But...?” Frank wanted to argue but Ray was already ditching his jeans. The young man was moved to his side so Ray could start the bathwater. “What about you?”

Ray got the water at a comfortable temperature before looking back, “I can be very patient. Pick a bath bomb or some bubbles.”

Frank looked at the options he had for bath time and picked a bottle of lavender-scented bubbles. He passed it over with, “Are you sure?”

The bottle was left on the edge, so he could make room before Ray stepped into the tub and sat down, pushing his legs as close as he could get them. “C’mon.”

He took a deep, calming breath before stepping over the edge of the tub. There wasn't a whole lot of extra space, but he was going to share it with Ray anyway, so Frank had nothing to complain about. He got situated in between Ray’s knees before he poured some of the bubble-mixture in with the running water. He sighed again, trying to get his composure back. “Be honest with me. You planned all of that.”

“Not all of it,” Ray cracked up. “I knew I could work your piss kink against you with the prosthetic, though.”

“That's why I had to drink the glasses of water?” he pondered.

“Nope,” the older man answered. “You got mouthy and I knew a way to shut you up.”

“And then eat me out?”

“I like to improv.”

“You know me too well.”

The bubbles grew in size until they covered both men’s knees. At that point, Frank shut the water off and leaned back into Ray’s embrace. “Now you need to be honest with me. How’s your head right now?”

“I...” he trailed off a bit as he tried to find the words. “I'm good.”

“You know you could have safe-worded at any time,” his Daddy reminded him.

“I know but...” Frank leaned back even further so he could look up at his boyfriend’s calming eyes. “I was scared I actually made you mad for a moment.”

“You’d know if I was actually mad,” the older man said and pressed a kiss in-between Frank’s eyebrows. “I tend to shut down from everyone when I get really mad.”

“So we’re good?” he tried to ask again but in different words.

“Yeah,” Ray agreed. “But if you were that scared, why didn't you quit? You know I would have stopped.”

If the two of them didn't already have such a history with one another, Frank might have been embarrassed. “Honestly, I think I was too turned on to want out of it. Even the parts I was uncomfortable with... were worth it in the end.”

He felt a strong set of hands on his arms move him to the side so Ray could rest his chin on Frank’s shoulders. “Don't ever feel like you have to finish the scene.”

“I know but...” he trailed off as he felt one of the hands start to wander down to his dick. He groaned at the two fingers rubbing him down. “Fuck... What are you doing?”

“What did I just say?”

Frank let a low growl out of the back of his throat. “Are you trying to break me?”

“Say it if you want me to stop.”

He went from being stroked to being fingered and arched into the touch. He felt trapped in the tub as he couldn't go anywhere and whined at the realization that Ray was truly trying to break him. “Fuck!”

He had another arm anchoring him down across his chest as he arched off of Ray’s lap. Water wasn't a good lube substitute but it was working just enough to get him off. 

“Fuck, Daddy...” Frank groaned as the fingers deep in him started to curl like they were looking for a sweet spot. He pulled his arms back, setting them behind Ray’s shoulders to open himself up more. 

The next thing he knew, he had a different set of fingers poking at his mouth. He parted his lips and took them in, moaning as loudly and lewdly as he could around the digits. Somewhere between being filled in both ends and feeling Ray’s cock grinding between his ass cheeks, Frank came hard and locked his knees in place; that ended up just pulling Ray’s fingers further into his front and making his legs shake and twist.

He gasped when his mouth was freed but still took a moment to catch his breath while Ray was trying to push him up to his knees. “Just give me a minute...”

“Sounds like you should tell me something,” the older man replied.

Frank looked up at Ray’s stone-cold face and realized what was going on. “You want me to call red? You want me to safe word?”

“I need to know if you can. Hell, I need you to know that you can,” Ray repeated. “Don't make me push you over the edge.”

“You want to find my edge,” Frank tried to reason. 

“I want you to find that edge,” the older man corrected. “And make sure I don't cross it.”

He got out of the tub on wobbly feet, using the sink to keep himself from falling. “I'm not a fucking pansy.”

“Are you now?”

“That's not me safewording, either!”

“I know.”

He kept a tight grip on the sink so he could stand up tall while Ray popped out of the tub. The older man drained the water but did not bother to get any of the bubbles off of him while he stood close, almost looming over the smaller man. 

“You want to do this?”

“What's my word?” Frank realized the situation he put himself in and he turned it all back around on his mate. Previously, he had been in rough scenes and had let Ray push his limits, but after how the rest of their day had gone, Frank was confident that he could handle the challenge. There was still something in the back of his mind telling himself that he hadn't seen what Ray was fully capable of doing, but maybe he hadn't shown Ray what all he could handle either. Maybe he would end up calling out their safe word, but he knew he could go further than Ray thought he could. 

“Pansy.” Ray had the smallest bit of a smirk creeping on his face. 

“Colors?”

“Green for go. Red to stop. Yellow if you need a break.”

“What about now?”

The older man looked down at both of their wet bodies. “Green.”

“Then take me,” he dared.

He had braced himself to be pinned to the sink or the wall, but instead, Frank was scooped up, a hand on each ass cheek. Instinctually, he put his hands behind Ray’s neck to keep himself up while he was being moved into their bedroom until his hands were pulled away and he was dropped onto their bed. He wasn’t able to snap back fast enough before Ray had him pinned down.

He had a hand on his throat, keeping him down while Ray loomed over him, “You should be collared right now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Frank was so ridiculously turned on that he would have blindly agreed to anything. 

“Get in position.”

There was a couple of positions that he could have gotten into that would have been acceptable, but Frank opted for one that he knew would be questionable. He stretched out with his head close to the foot of the bed while he stayed on his stomach. He didn't even catch that Ray had gotten off of the bed until he had a hand jerking him up by his hair.

“I can make this work.” He was pulled up gradually until Ray had him on his back and between his legs. Frank’s dick was practically throbbing without being touched and he tried to maneuver his hips for some traction. Even though Ray concentrated on getting the collar around his neck, the Dom noticed just enough to force the young man’s groin off of the bed once the collar was in place. “I did not give you permission to get off.”

Frank groaned very childishly in response.

That earned him a few slaps to the ass. “Oh hell no!”

Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn’t get bratty anymore; Frank was in the presence of the more feral version of his Dom. Unfortunately for him, that just made him feel submissive on a primal level. He pulled his arms behind his back and spread his legs apart. 

“Aww, you can follow directions,” Ray smarted off.

Along with the collar, the older man brought a small vibrator and some lube. There was also a short bundle of black rope. Frank looked down at the first two tools and thought back to one of their first nights together, which was honestly the last time that that specific vibrator had been used on him. This time, he had caught the sight of the ring on his collar and thought about how it could be used along with the rest of the scene and it made him audibly moan. 

He was jerked back to reality when one of Ray’s thumbs hooked his O-ring and snapped him in place. “There’s still so much I could do here. Like I could tie your ass up.”

“Please,” he held his wrists out and begged.

“Fuck,” the older man laughed. “You’re a good little slut for me.”

His wrists were moved up, towards the headboard where it was tied in place. It wasn’t specifically made for tying but Frank remembered Ray’s comment about it in the store; looks like it finally got to be used for a little shibari action. Once he was tied down, Frank kept his legs open when the lube came out, biting his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled when the substance dripped onto his cock. He braced himself to get fingered open but gasped when he felt the small vibe probing his front.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned out. He wasn’t getting much of a warm up when the vibrator was being plunged into him. Soon after, he had a hand cradling his face. It was Frank’s fault for assuming that the next few actions were going to be sensual or sweet, because he was caught off guard when he had a thumb in his mouth pressing his tongue down while the rest of Ray’s hand had a tight grip on his chin. At first, he felt like he was gagging and fought against the feeling; but he leaned into it as he realized his partner wasn’t forcing a thumb down his throat, but rather found a way to get Frank hella mouthy while he was getting warmed up. Ray started up a steady rhythm that made him regret being tied.

The hand in and on his face suddenly dropped, making him gasp before it quickly grabbed hold of his hair. It had been growing out for some time now, so it gave Ray a lot of room to work with as the older man was able to get a full handful. Frank winced when his head was jerked up just to hiss out another moan as the vibe was pushed against his cock. Feeling it build up in his gut, he grit his teeth down to keep from having a screaming orgasm just to have Ray pull it out of him anyway.

Frank thought he could just stay on the edge a little longer until a set of teeth but down just below his collar. He gasped out, “Oh, holy fuck!” 

He could feel Ray’s breath right on the bite, “Good boy.”

The vibrator fell to the bed. He thought about kicking it away because it wasn’t turned off but Ray had both hands on his hips, pulling him up and off of the bed and directly onto the older man’s cock. With the way Ray was kneeling, Frank was essentially floating over the bed and it was putting a strain on the ropes that kept his wrists in place. He still didn’t want to call it; Frank knew he could last longer.

Next thing he knew, the vibrator was back on his cock while he still had Ray’s manhood deep within him. He hooked his ankles together so he wouldn’t fall as his boyfriend picked up the pace. Ray was never an angry Dom but his words still had an effect on Frank. “It’s like you were made for my dick.”

Between the words going through his ears and  the vibrations going through his body, Frank was writhing under Ray’s influence. He almost had the ropes twisted into one another as he tried to keep himself from coming again. 

He gasped out with each directly forceful thrust that plowed into him before Ray pushed the vibe further against his groin and then had to add, “Imagine if I planned better. I could have had both of your holes filled up.”

Frank grit his teeth once again but wasn’t able to stop himself this time; he whined into Ray’s touch as the vibrator pulled another orgasm out of him. Frank started to feel like his whole body was vibrating. “Stop! Stop! Make it stop!”

Ray steadied himself. “Are you calling it?”

“No.” He felt like the response he got was far too cocky for him to be done. Frank damn near growled, “Vibrator off. Untie me so you can hold me down.”

“Aren’t the ropes already holding you down?”

“Not as well as you…”

The vibe was turned off and chucked to the ground before Ray pulled out long enough to pull on the rope tie. The rope ended up in the same spot on the floor as the vibe and Frank thought that it meant he could wrap his arms around his mate’s shoulders.

It didn’t.

He was flipped onto his stomach and then roughly fucked like they hadn’t stopped to take the ropes off. His hands were now being held behind his back to pin him place on their bed. He caught his eyes rolling backwards but he tried to keep his hips up so he didn’t slow them down. He groaned again, trying to keep his composure. “Fuck… I’m already…”

“You close again?” Ray asked with a laugh. With both hands behind his back, Frank wasn’t able to reach down to get himself off, but he tried to back his ass up so his cock could get some friction but only ended up fucking himself over. Ray let the young man do all the work. “You’re such a good slut.”

Frank whimpered out, “Please…!”

“Use your words,” Ray repeated again. “Call it.”

“No!” He wasn't trying to be finished, he just wanted to finish. “I need to cum! Give me a hand!”

He still has his hands pinned to his back, but with just one hand as Ray was able to use the other to reach around and stroke him off. “That's my good boy.”

He lost his footing as he came, writhing and screaming out. In one swift move, the hand keeping his wrists down snapped up to his hip so Ray could stay buried in Frank’s warmth. Frank had an arm keeping him up just enough for his hand to get to his cock. As soon as he touched himself, he could feel the wetness between his thighs; he whined again as he fell apart. He was thankful that he had managed to last so far but also knew that he was truly on the edge. Frank kept himself from crying when he came that final time but that feeling of relief was so euphoric, he found himself shaking and teary eyed. 

There was a short rhythmic chant over his head of, “Good... Good boy,” while his hips were dug into, letting Ray get as deep as he could. He was already coming out of his blissful high when he felt one last thrust inside of him, like the punctuation at the end of the sentence. 

Frank groaned as he felt Ray slowly pull out just to moan even louder when he felt the cum dripping out of him. “Oh fuck... You filled me...”

With Frank’s ass still in the air, Ray sat back and plunged two fingers deep into the young man’s front. It was like the cum was being used as lube to finger-fuck him. Already overstimulated, Frank finally broke down into tears while he white-knuckled the bed sheet, forcing himself to endure what he could only hope was the last thing Ray could do to him. The fingers in him started to curl as they moved inside him, making Frank think that his boyfriend wasn't even close to being done. He felt his ass cheeks being parted when he heard the nail in his coffin, “I can get the vibe back in here too.”

“Red! Pansy! Fuck-something!” He had barely got the words out before the fingers destroying his insides are pulled out and he’s pulled up onto his knees.

He’s shaking, trembling from being overstimulated. Tears are falling from his eyes as he tries to steady his breath into less of a sob, let alone how he had broken down into full force crying fit. With the thousands of emotions going through him, Frank couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on. But more than anything, Frank was very confused as to why he’s sitting up on the bed all alone. 

“Are you okay? What do you need?” He was being drilled with questions before his head could clear and he didn't even know how to answer.

“I-I-I-I want...” 

“Can I touch you?”

The magical question that finally fixed everything. Frank aggressively nodded until he had hands on his biceps, rubbing his arms to soothe him. He caught that Ray was breathing heavily but in a pattern and he tried to echo it to the best of his current ability. A few rotations and he was able to form words, even if they were still broken and shaky.

“I want Boozey...” he started. “And my blanket. And a juice.”

“Are you okay with me leaving you?” He nodded again, keeping his eyes fixated on the comforter while his mate left. 

Frank was so overstimulated. He felt like he could feel each individual hair on his arm standing up. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He could count the stitches on the comforter if he wanted. 

Ray rushed back into the room with everything the young man requested. Frank was compliant with every move, he was like putty in Ray’s hands, taking Boozey in his arms before he rested on his side. He let out a sigh of relief when his Frankenstein blanket was wrapped around him just to hear Ray cursing above him. “I knew I shouldn't have forced you. I fucking knew I shouldn't have kept going.”

“You didn't force me...” he squeaked out and got Ray to look at him. He was still sobbing and could only talk between breaths. “I knew… I knew what you were doing.”

“But I never should have-” 

Frank fully meant to just use a finger to shut Ray up but he managed to put his palm against the older man’s face in his subspace delusions. With his voice much calmer now, he could speak a little clearer. “I knew what you were doing.”

Ray took the hand on his face and held it in both of his. “But you let me do it.”

“I knew you would stop if I told you to,” he explained. “And you did.”

“I can't believe you trust me like that...”

“Why not? I love you...” he paused when he saw the small smile growing on Ray’s face. “And you love me.”

“I do love you,” the older man repeated. “And I would never make you do something you didn't want to do.”

“Remember when we did the vows with the collar?” Frank asked, motioning at the garment still on his neck. “My submission to you will always be there, so long...”

He paused, trying to let his boyfriend finish the sentence. “So long as I continue to protect you.”

Frank smiled back and then pulled Ray closer, or pulled the best he could with his limp noodle limbs, so he could get the taller of the two to spoon him. “Juice...”

“Oh yeah!” The older man parted long enough to get the bottle from the nightstand and bring it over.

Frank didn't open it but he did hold onto it alongside Boozey so he didn't lose his juice while he recuperated. Once he got back to being comfortable in Ray’s arms, his brain felt more at ease so he could comment, “I'm kinda surprised you could go that hard.”

“Really?!”

“It's just... You said one of your past relationships didn't work out because you weren't a heavy top.” He tried to keep Mikey’s name out of it while still trying to express his wonder. “I'm just really surprised that you had all that in you. I've seen you as an impact top, just not as a dominating, aggressive, physically bad-ass kind of top.”

“Well, for starters,” Ray started to list all of his reasons. “Mikey is a super heavy bottom. I've seen him nearly die and enjoy it. But for you...”

“I'm a baby?” Frank avoided using their safe word while still trying to get his point across.

“You enjoy the back-and-forth part of the dynamics the same way a heavy bottom would enjoy hitting their pain threshold.” Ray pulled Frankie closer while he got their comforter out from underneath the two of them. “Everyone’s different. I like that I don't have to break you every time we fuck to be your Dom.”

“And I like that you won't break me unless I ask for it,” he agreed while twisting the top off of his juice. Frank sat up and rearranged himself so he could get under the comforter with his boyfriend. “You talk about us hitting relationship tiers all the time, and I think this was a big one.”

“This was supposed to be Little Day.”

Frank giggled at the thought and took a drink from the bottle. He finally felt like his throat wasn't dry but he was still going to keep talking. “Let's be real, this was a Daddy Day. I needed my Daddy more than I needed to be Little.”