Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 55

All at once your tense muscles relax as the second afterglow of the morning sets in.  You finally let your hard embrace soften.  You kiss Jeremy's shoulder.  Wow.  While there was no impact play you had been rough on the effete lad.  Larger stronger men would have tapped out at the amount of force you had used on your boy.  But Jeremy took it all with the utmost pleasure.  You couldn't imagine what it felt like to be so overpowered and manhandled and fucked by someone so much larger than you.  And someone you had completely submitted to.  You didn't pretend to understand your beautiful little man, but you were happy to be his partner and provide him with what he needed.

Your boy is very still and moaning into the mattress.  Professing his undying love to you by the sounds of it.  What a sweet heart.  God you loved this kid.

He turns his head and sighs.  “Th-that was...th-the best thing...I've ever...ohhhh my god!  It was...it was...perfect.  Ohhh myyy....goddd...”  His breathless voice trails off.  He seemed out of his mind with numb joy.

Kissing his cheek you chuckle.  “That was incredible my boy.  And hey, we aren't done yet!”  Reaching down you give his firm round tush a nice squeeze.

Beneath you Jeremy's quick and labored shallow breathing seems to indicate some sort of distress.  Having nearly crushed him for many minutes straight it was no surprise.  You feel his shudder and hear a low soft groan escape him.  You slide out from his tight bum as you push up off of him and roll to lay on your side beside him.

“Ohhhh...ohhhh myyy...ohhhh...”  He continues in a trance like voice.  As your weight leaves him and he is released from your embrace you hear a pained moan.  “Noooo...”  He cries softly even as he finally takes a much needed chest full of air.

He didn't move.  Keeping his crossed arms pinned beneath him he just lays there.  He stares straight down yet his eyes seemed distant and unfocused.  He hadn't seemed to hear you at all.  “Ohh my god...ohh my god...no one's ever...held me like that...so good...so good...it was...it was...perfect.  Ohhhh!”  His slender shoulders heave and a sob escapes him, followed by a strange detached giggle.  “He he he...uhhhnn...”  He swings back to weeping and then to giggling again.

“Sweetie?”

Jeremy was still looking straight down and a trembling was slowly taking hold of him.  Without your weight on top of him he suddenly seemed lost, confused.  His sounds becoming more distressed.  You pet his smooth back, it was wet with sweat from your body being pressed down into his for so long.  Rapidly evaporating away it caused his flesh to be cold to the touch.  The trembling increases.  He is shivering, his breathing still shallow.  His distant eyes seemed lost.  Something was very wrong.

You stroke your boy's hair oh so gently.  “Heyyy.  Hey sweetie...are you okay?”  You say with tender concern.

He looks over to you.  There was a smile on his face yet also tears flowing from his pretty blue eyes.  The shivering sets in even more.  He seemed simultaneously distant, overjoyed and deeply depressed.  He tries to hold in sudden sob but cannot.  What was happening right now?

“I...I...I c-c-can't...”  He struggles for words.  He finally blurts out all he could think of to say.  “I-I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry.”  More tears were welling up, his bottom lip pouts pitifully though his eyes still seemed strangely vacant.  “I-I-I'm dropping...ohhh...I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry!”

Dropping?  

Shit.  Subdrop!  You had heard about this.  The whole BDSM scene wasn't really your forte but you knew some basics.  You remember hearing somewhere about what they called the drop.  Something about the brain's pleasure hormones being drained after particularly intense sessions.  This endorphin crash was something many submissives experienced.  You had heard the lows of the lifestyle could be as intense as the giddy highs if things weren't handled correctly.  By holding like you had you had made your boy's ultimate sexual dream come true...but the thing with dreams is...you have to wake up.  

You search your limited knowledge for what to do.  If you were going to be Jeremy's top you would have to learn more about this stuff.  You would have to have some lengthy conversations with him to learn more about what he needed from you.  For now you'd have to go with what you knew.

The sex was over.  It was time for some TLC.  It was time for some aftercare.  

You watch as your boy wilts.  He shrinks down into the mattress and balls up.  His sweaty pale body shivering in the morning air.  He lets out a heartbreaking mewl as he truly believes that he had failed you.  “Ohhh...you wanted to play with me.  I'm sorry Daddy.”

You hear Poppy and Claire end what they were doing behind you.  They could feel the mood changing in the room.  You could feel their eyes on you and Jeremy.

Sitting up you reach down and gently turn his sad face up toward you.  And you give him a wide warm grin.  “Ohh, sweetie.  That was wonderful.  Thank you so much.  You did so good.”

“B-but...”

Before he can say more you scoop him up in your arms and rest him on your lap.  Instinctively he curls up against your chest.  Picking up one of the blankets, a soft wool one, you wrap your beloved son up in it.  Your movements are slow and sure.  Your face warm and supportive.  Your voice calm and kind.  “Ohh, you were so good my boy.”

You stroke his shoulder and arm through the blanket and hold him to you.  You allow yourself a low gentle laugh. “You are one tough young man Jeremy.  I held you with all I had.  And, as your sister said, I weigh a ton.”  You chuckle.  “I suppose I could lose a few pounds.  But...hmm...with you cooking for me I don't think that's going to be happening.”

He gives you a delicate smile.

You kiss his hair.  Looking over to his concerned mother and sister you decide to bring them into this as well.

“Did you guys see my boy?  Wasn't he incredible?  I'm so proud of him.  He made me so happy.”

Claire grins and crawls over to join the embrace.  She too sensed what needed to be done.  Cuddling up in behind her son so he was between the two of you.  “He was amazing.  You both were.”  She strokes his back.  “My two beautiful amazing men.”

You are looking at Poppy, hoping to God she was picking up on what was happening here.  Now was not the time for sharp edged humor.  Thankfully she catches on.  Getting up on her knees she stretches her beautiful naked body.

“Mmmmmmm mmm.  That was some wake up.  Hey, who wants coffee?  Maybe some cocoa?”  She smiles at her brother.  “You want a cocoa Jeremy?”

His reluctant smile widens a bit and he nods.  You grin at Poppy too.  You were so fucking proud of her just then.

“Thank you Poppy.”  You say, then with a deeper meaning you add.  “Nice to know we're here for each other.  Isn't it?”

She nods, her pretty smile becoming almost bashful.  She runs her hands through her long blonde hair and stands.  Scooping up the messy used condom on the way she heads to the kitchen to begin preparing the coffee and cocoa.  She tosses the rubber in the trash.  Out of the warmth of the bed and cooling down from the morning's activities she is soon hit with the damp cold of the poorly insulated cabin.  “Whooo!”  She protests before scurrying back to grab her flannel shirt.  “Holy shit it's cold in here!”

You chuckle as you watch her perky body bounce back across the room.

Returning your attention to your new son you kiss the side of his head once more.  “Need to talk?”

He shakes his head no.

“Need to be alone?”

He indicates no once more.

“Okay sweetie.  Call me if you need me.”  You kiss him again.  “I'll get the fire going.  Let's warm this place up.”  You say.  You nuzzle Jeremy's cheek then lift him off of you to sit him down in his mother's embrace.  You then straighten and tighten the covers around him.  He was still shivering but the blankets and body heat had helped.  You get up and throw on your shorts and t shirt, having to first find where they landed after your stripshow.

Before long a fire is crackling once more, drying and warming the clammy air.  The smell of coffee and cocoa wafts through the whole cabin.  Peering outside you see it is a fine sunny day.  The Autumn colors giving the morning light a warm orange-yellow hue.

You return to the cuddling mother and son.  Reaching down you scoop him up in your arms.  You grab his soft woolen nightie too.  He latches onto you and burrows his face into your neck.  “Come on Son, let's clean up.”  You say gently.

Claire was smiling up at you, more in love with you than ever.  Poppy, who had now put on a sweater and some sweat pants, smiled after you as well.

As you carry him to the washroom for a shared shower you feel his slender fingers play with the hair on your chest.  “You're really good at this.”  He whispers.  “You make me feel so special.”  You remember he had told you that before.  It made your heart feel good.

“You are special.”  You state the truth, as you had the last time he said that.

He rests his head against your shoulder and you feel his whole body finally begin to relax.

Together you enjoy a brief but cuddly hot shower.  The cabin shower was small, but neither of you mind.  You wash him, your soapy hands running gently over his supple body.  You dry him, carefully wrapping him in a thick towel and lightly rubbing him down from top to bottom.  You comb his buttery blonde hair in long even strokes.  You even dress him in his long soft nightie, adjusting every little thing so it sat perfectly on his body.  You keep him close.  You speak to him softly.  Praising him and building him up.  Sweet nothings whispered into his ear.  Kisses and snuggles aplenty.  You find that you love pampering him like this and he was absolutely soaking it in.  His upturned eyes and small smile telling you he adored the gentle attention.  He seemed humbled by it all.  His down mood was passing, though he still seemed in a sensitive state.

You put your shorts and shirt back on, then with him held to your side you head back out into the main room.  A cup of coffee for you and a cup of cocoa for him are both brought to the table as the two of you take your seats.  Claire, wrapped in a big housecoat, sits with you.  Mother and sister both relieved that things seemed to be better now.

“Feeling better bro?”  Poppy asks as she sits across from him.  Reaching out she takes his hands in hers.

He nods.  He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long slow sigh.  “Yeah.  That was...intense.  I never dropped like that before.  Wow.  But it was so...oh my god.”  He looks to you with loving gratitude.  “I can't even describe how good that was.  I didn't mean to worry you guys.  Sorry.”

You, Claire, and Poppy all say at once, in almost perfect unison.  “Don't be...”

You all look at each other and the four of you all laugh together.  With Jeremy feeling better you feel you can leave him with his sister.

“Why don't I cook for you for a change?  Wanna give me a hand Claire?”  You get up and head toward the kitchen, she follows close behind.  “Don't expect your usual standard but I can do an okay bacon and eggs.”

As you pull a pan down from the cupboard and Claire brings ingredients out from the fridge you ask.  “So what do you guys want to do today?  There's a good hiking trail nearby.  Or we could go fishing.  I have a boat down...”

Claire is laughing and shaking her head.  “Ohhhh no!  No, no, no!”

“No?”

She cocks an eyebrow and locks her gaze to yours.  “Don't even think about leaving me out of your morning fuckfest!”

You guffaw at her unexpected crude language.  “Claire!  Ha ha ha!”  You hear the kids giggle behind you.

She gives you a smoky sultry look.  “The strap-on is okay...but it's not the real thing.”

With a wink you tease her.  “Geez Claire, I've already gone two rounds...I'm only human!”

She fixes you with a playfully stern gaze.  “Well, have a good breakfast then buckle up big boy.  Cause you've got some husbandly duties to attend to.”

You grab her round the waist and pull her in to a firm embrace and hard passionate kiss.  “Whooeee...a man's work is never done!”

“Shut up and get cooking sexy man.”

You both laugh and kiss deeply once more.