-Quill 

Jae

Lucas was tucked into the passenger seat napping contentedly as we cruised along the highway—it’d been about twenty minutes or so since he’d taken his first dose of pain meds and antibiotics. At some point he’d fallen asleep, but I wasn’t exactly sure when. He’d gone silent after peppering me with questions about where and when we’d do some fetish-play together. Truth be told my cock has been a persistent problem so far this morning, and it feels as if I’ve spent a good half of our drive either fighting a hard-on or trying to control my anger at Lucas’s sick-fuck-of-a-father.

I’ve never wanted to taze someone in the balls more than that man. 

I spent the next fifteen minutes pondering how I could help Lucas, but knew my options were limited. I couldn’t ask Lucas to stay with me, that would be odd–after all, we are both effectively strangers still, and something like that would be just… too much. If Lucas would just fess up, I could haul his shitty “dad” off to jail for a hot minute, he could press charges, but Lu isn’t budging, so I’m back to square one. Does he have any friends he could stay with? I wondered, and planned to keep that option tucked into the back of my mind for the time being… 

Sherman High soon came into view, and I slowed to turn into the parking lot. I decided to pull into a spot somewhat out of sight of the school’s main doors. I didn’t want to draw extra attention, or perhaps have the wrong pair of eyes spot us. If Lucas’s father was as bad as I suspected he was, I didn’t want to chance word getting back to him that his son was being ferried around by another guy. I let out a heavy exhale and turned my attention to the sleeping beauty in my passenger seat. 

Lucas was truly beautiful, in a boyishly handsome sort of way. I’d not really gotten the chance to take in the rest of his appearance, outside of his injuries and mopey, yet ironically horny state of mind. I leant my head back and took just a moment to study him, deeply appreciating what I saw. The mess of waves and curls on his head… it looks unkempt, but at the same time visually pleasing. Bedhead on Lucas was beyond charming, and in a way, I was jealous, because my hair could never. His face is nuzzled against the window with both hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, every breath slow and even. It made my heart wince a bit to see him sleeping so peacefully in my car of all places. I’m still a stranger to him, yet he felt safe enough to fall asleep while under my care.

Just how volatile is his home, and how long has this abuse been going on? 

I ran my hand down my face and thought. What would I do with Lucas, and how could I keep him safe? I don’t know this young man well, but I surely can’t in good conscience let him go home either after this… right? 

Suddenly, he began to stir in the silence, no doubt missing the background hum of the engine. He squirmed a bit and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes rather aggressively. I smiled to myself at the sheepish look plastered on his face, and Lucas glanced around the cabin in confusion, almost as if he’d forgotten where he was for a moment. 

“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” I said, stifling a yawn of my own. 

Lucas flushed, a soft rosy hue washing across his smooth, olive-toned skin. I took one last moment to admire his handsome face, his high cheekbones, and a definitive jawline I was far too tempted to run my fingertips across. There’s a healing zit on his forehead, and a little acne scarring on his cheeks—the evidence of his youth there on his skin. I was once eighteen, too, complete with some zits and a bad attitude. Yet now at twenty-eight, those days felt like they could’ve been a lifetime ago, and the past ten years had passed by far too fast. 

What was I doing with Lucas? 

Our age difference was significant, almost glaringly so the longer I stared at him, I couldn’t help but feel dirty for it. Yet Fate seemed to have brought us together, and I couldn’t deny the intense attraction and interest I had in Lucas, nor the sense of responsibility I now felt for his safety and wellbeing. 

He continued to squirm around and stretch like a cat, wincing and whining as he extended his legs and loosened his neck up. Finally, a playful little smirk crawled across his lips.

“O-ho, a parking lot…” Lucas chuckled. “You know people fuck in parking lots, right?” He cracked an inhumanely cute grin, and all I could do was roll my eyes. 

“You’re absolutely incorrigible.” I chided him, unable to hide my amusement.

“I’m not incorrigible, I’m horny, Jae.” He shrugged, glancing pointedly at his pants then back to me. “I’ve been through a lot this morning! My dominant hand is in a splint now, so I can’t even jerk myself off. Can you imagine being in my shoes?” 

I just laughed and shook my head. “Your resolve to get fucked is impressive, Lucas.” 

“Isn’t it?” He smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “So, seriously though, now what?” 

I tilted my head, gesturing towards the school. “Now you’re going to walk that taut ass of yours into class.” 

Lu’s expression quickly dulled. “What? But I haven’t even given you head yet!” 

My mouth sort of hung open for a split second; I hadn’t thought Lucas was truly serious about a blowjob. I’d honestly thought his incessant horny joking was a sort of defense mechanism; just another way to use dirty humor to alleviate his discomfort or get his mind off the awful morning he’d had. 

“You actually mean to give me a blowjob in your high school parking lot?” I questioned. 

Lucas faltered a little, flushing as he looked around in silence. “Well…y-yeah, no. I don’t know… well, maybe not here…” 

I smirked. “That’s what I thought, Lu.” 

Lucas’s expression quickly flattened, and he slumped into his seat with defeat. I said nothing, just watched his display quietly. He reminded me of a pouting dog, a dog that didn’t get the bone it was begging for. He sat there for a few minutes thinking—and he thought hard. Lu ran his left hand through his curls repeatedly, chewing his lip as he stared at the floorboards… I wondered what he’d say in the end. It wasn’t that I didn’t want head, in fact, that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock sounded divine. Throat-fucking Lucas was a pleasure I certainly looked forward to, and I hadn’t been able to get the mental image of him knelt before me out of my mind since ever since last night. Alas, there is a time and place for everything, though—and getting head from my new, significantly younger, virgin fuckbuddy in the parking lot of his high school… Well, it wasn’t a great idea.

“Fuck it.” Lucas finally chirped, and his expression was full of resolve. “I’ve changed my mind; I’ll do it right here.” 

“Huh.” I looked him over and reached out to touch his bruised face. He now had an obvious bruise developing on his forehead, and it angered me to imagine how he might’ve got that one too.

“What?” Lucas hissed, and he looked almost offended. “Don’t laugh at me.” 

“I’m not laughing.” I said softly; how could I laugh? I was thankful maybe more than anything because the confidence I saw in Lucas the previous night had returned. Lucas was blossoming again. The timid, crushed spirit left behind by his father’s cruel hand was dissipating the longer we spent together, and much to my relief, that spitfire of a young man was once again before me. He was making demands, decisions, and risking things I never would’ve had the confidence to at this age. I had to respect that. 

However, Lucas’s manners needed some polishing, he needed training. Lucas had to ask like a good boy—after all, he wanted to be my pet, and pets don’t make demands. Pets ask permission, pets beg.  

“Answer me!” Lucas spat, frustration spilling across his youthful face. 

I smirked. 

“If a dog wants something from its master, how does it go about that?” I asked, reaching for my smokes, and lighting up. My throat went dry as the words left my mouth, and my heart rate shot through the roof; was I really going to allow this? 

Lucas’s eyes widened, and he caught his breath, licking his lips as he considered my statement. “Um, well… a dog. Dogs… a dog begs.”

“Correct, Lucas. So, show me. Show me how a dog begs.” I said, exhaling a plume of smoke at him, its wispy gray tendrils curling around his face. I loved the expression he was wearing; confusion mixed with arousal and need. So much need. 

“Well, it usually sits…” he began hesitantly, watching me as he spoke. “And like, well, sometimes dogs will nudge their owners… or lick them, that sort of thing?” 

I smirked and took another drag off my smoke. “Lucas, you’re not listening to me.” 

He narrowed his eyes in protest and threw his hand up in frustration. “Wha-what do you mean? You told me to tell you how a dog begs, so I did!” 

“No, Lucas. I told you to show me how a dog begs. Showing is very different from telling, don’t you think?” Lu’s face flushed immediately as he began to process, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dirty satisfaction over it. Lucas was fun to play with. 

“Wait, like… like actually act like a dog?” He blurts out, enunciating each word carefully.

I nodded, doing my best to keep a straight face. I couldn’t wait to see Lucas behave like a dog. “Yes, you’re my pet, I’m your master, and pets like you must learn to beg properly, Lucas.” 

Lu’s face went even redder, and he blinked rapidly as he considered, mumbling to himself shyly. He’s incredibly cute. Finally, after a few moments, he straightened his posture a bit and looked around the parking lot skeptically, as if to ensure there weren’t any prying eyes nearby. 

“My windows are quite tinted, Lucas. Nobody can see you.” I chuckled, figuring that ought to make him feel a little better. 

“R-right…” he said quietly, biting his lip as he thought. 

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” I offered, and I meant it. As much as I wanted to throat fuck Lucas, I could think of far more comfortable, private places in which to do so than this car. 

Lu frowned at my words, huffing irritably. “No! I’m not backing down…” 

“Okay then, whatever you’re comfortable with.” I said, taking a few heavy drags off my smoke. He eyed me the entire time, fidgeting with his sleeve, and bouncing his leg. He probably did that for a good five minutes or so, and I was about to turn the car off and tell him to head into class, when Lucas decided to seize his moment, per say. 

He sucked in a breath and exhaled, as if he was giving himself an inner peptalk, and it was by far the most adorable thing I’d seen in a long time. No doubt, this was Lu’s first time giving head to a guy, and while I knew he’d need some training, I was curious to see what I had to work with, and how much of a gag reflex he had. 

“Go on, then.” I smirked.

He swallowed hard and then did one more glance at the surrounding parking lot before opening the car door and dropping to his knees on the pavement. I said nothing, only observed in silence as I put my smoke out. Puppy play, realistically speaking, isn’t my favorite thing. But Lucas may or may not have shifted my perspective a little. 

He dropped to all fours, like a dog, and began whining as he made eye contact with me. To be honest I hadn’t expected him to physically get out of the vehicle and take it this far, but his dedication was impressive. He continued to whine and paw at the car, tilting his head here and there to get my attention. Fuck, this was too good. 

“What is it, boy?” I chuckled, getting out of the driver’s side, and rounding the car to meet him. “What’s wrong?” I leant against the open passenger side and waited. 

Lu proceeded to prop himself up on his knees, scratching at my thighs repeatedly. More whining. 

“You’re hungry, is that it?” I laughed, reaching down to ruffle his soft hair. Lu whined again, and much to my surprise, brought his face directly to my cock. I swallowed hard, feeling myself harden almost immediately. He proceeded to nuzzle his face there, running his mouth over my fly, and whining intermittently. Shit, now it was my turn to look around that damned parking lot, because I couldn’t believe we were doing this in public. 

I grimaced at the pressure in my pants, now more anxious for relief than ever, and the more Lucas begged like a dog, the more I wanted to give him the “treat” he was seeking. 

“Ah, you want that, huh?” I purred, combing my fingers through his hair. “Sit, like a good boy, follow my orders, and I’ll give it to you.” 

Lu nodded and whined, folding his legs underneath him as he sat down on his knees again, hands rested against his thighs. 

“Good boy. Now, climb in the car, and Master will tell you what to do next.” Lu complied, crawling into the passenger seat obediently, and I shut the door behind him. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” I murmured to myself, rounding the vehicle again. I hesitated for a brief second, fighting my need and the moral battle in my head. Should I truly be allowing this? To be fair, I did this type of shit here at Sherman too, girls blew me underneath the bleachers, they blew me in my car, but I… I’m an adult now. I know Lu is too, but fuck, something about this feels so wrong. 

I slid into the passenger seat and shut the doors, mind racing as I considered my next move. Lucas wanted this and he wanted it badly. This was the type of shit he expected us to do, that he expected of me. Rationally speaking, I just hadn’t anticipated that our first in-person sexual experience would happen here, in Sherman’s parking lot. I took a deep breath and sighed, eyeing Lucas. He’d been watching me intently the entire time and was fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie as he waited.  

Fuck it. 

“Come here.” I gestured, and Lucas complied, inching as close as he could in his seat. “We’re going to do some practice first.” I explained. His eyes widened and he licked his lips eagerly, gaze dropping pointedly to my cock. The thirsty expression his face alone was enough to get me off—he really exuded obedient pet energy, and it was fucking hot.  

“Open your mouth.” I said, lacing my fingers into his hair. “You’re going to practice on my fingers first, understand?” Lucas nodded eagerly and opened as I’d requested. 

“Now, suck them.” I ordered.