The Bootyguard

[The following story, characters, and events are a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this work - both directly and indirectly in both sexual and non-sexual contexts - are of the ages eighteen and above.]

[The Bootyguard is a four-part series. Read

PART ONE

here.]

- S.A. -

I was a cavalry scout in the United States Army. We were the eyes and ears out on the field, ensuring that enemy anti-armor capabilities were neutralized before our tanker division could roll in. Gathering information on enemy patrols, logistics, and equipment was vital before we could properly gain a foothold in a region.

I was a deputy for the Los Angeles Police Department. Reaching the rank of Sergeant, I never bothered promoting up to Lieutenant or above because I hated desk work. I wanted to be out on patrol, securing the streets and seeing firsthand all the good and bad Los Angeles had to offer.

I was a Close Protective Operative. Clients who were scared of vengeful exes, getting mugged or shot while carrying precious jewels, or CEOs of Fortune 500 companies who just wanted one night of sleep without worry. People depended on me, trusted me, confided in me. I did my job, and I did it damn well...

I guess, at least until tonight, that is. Tonight, I had made a series of critical mistakes that I otherwise wouldn't have, mistakes that I should've known better than to do. Everything from a complete lack of crowd control to losing sight of the individual I was supposed to protect.

And now, I was being blackmailed...

By none other than Mitchell Bellamy Davenport--the pampered only child of billionaire real estate developer Thane Davenport--because, in a moment of stupidity, I decided to go balls deep inside of a client's son. The fact we had only known eachother for less than two hours at that point made it sting even more.

My bedroom was nearly pitch black; the only glow coming from the sliver where the curtains parted. Moonlight casting its eerie glow painted the room in a dull gray. In that darkness, I tossed and turned seeking a comfortable resting position, but the tiredness never followed soon after. Every muscle across my body was tense, and my back was uncompromisingly strained and uncomfortable.

I tried to ignore the obvious reason why, trying to think about literally anything else. But I couldn't help it, as it was clearly and obviously pressing against my upper thigh...

I was absolutely rock hard underneath my sheets.

My bothersome boner being suffocated under layers of fabric underwear, feeling as though it was fit to burst at the seams in an attempt to be let loose and free. I tried to ignore it, pay it no mind. But it was stubborn. Refusing to go down no matter how much I tried to redirect the blood flow by flexing my thighs or tried to think of the most unpleasant things in my head.

For every time I tried to preoccupy my busy mind with something else, the image of Bellamy's juicy mouthwatering ass flashed in my head. Everything from the skimpy underwear he was wearing when I first met him mere hours ago, to the tiny booty shorts he wore at the party, to the way he twerked his ass around my cock when I was fucking the shit out of him...

"Alex," I begged myself aloud in a voice barely above a whisper, unknowing of how thin these walls were, "Please, go to sleep..."

I couldn't.

Throwing off the covers, my erection forming a prominent tent, I quietly threw on some sweats, my hoodie, and popped on tennis shoes. Ensuring my phone was in my pocket in case of an emergency, I slid out of my room into the dimly lit hallway. Tip-toeing past Bellamy's door until I was at the front entrance of the flat where I let myself out...

The gym was empty this time of night. Modern and clean, proudly boasting all-new equipment and a state-of-the-art workout facility. I felt as though I were entering a holy place--a sanctuary where I could simply drop my anxieties and worries and focus on being fit and healthy. This was my therapy.

Mindlessly grabbing some weights off the counter, looking moreso to forget than to actually get a good workout in, I began my simple reps while looking out the glass windows into the city below. The streets were noticeably less lively now, but cars and pedestrians were still out and about. I could see the school from here--the three-story library that sat on the eastern side and the belltower that stood in the middle of campus, brightly lit like a beacon in the night sky.

I wonder if I could see the Kappa Omega Kappa house from here...

No. Forget it. Wash that out your mind. That place was beyond weird, with raunchy antics and sex games behind every door. Yet, I carried a nagging feeling since I left that place that Bellamy and I hadn't seen the last of the mysterious fraternity yet.

A violent vibrating coming from my pocket caused me to nearly drop the weight from my hand onto my foot as I pulled my phone out:

ALARM TRIGGERED - MITCHELL DAVENPORT'S BEDROOM

Sprinting past rows of workout equipment and weights until I was out of the gym, I didn't even bother to call the elevator. Opting instead to run up several flights of stairs until I hit the top floor of the building. At the very top floor, unlocking the apartment door, I instantly crashed into the dimly lit apartment, "Bellamy!" I shouted from the living room.

"Paaapppiii!" Bellamy called out from his room, leading me to nearly bust down his bedroom door in response.

The room was shrouded in total darkness, and it would've taken too long to stand there and let my eyes adjust. With the flick of the light switch, the entire room flooded with light as I prepared myself to fight a probable intruder, but all I found instead was Bellamy under the blankets, "Bellamy!" I exclaimed, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Papi!" He innocently responded, bedspread held up to his chin, "I just went to go check on you, but you were gone. I got worried..."

With a sigh of relief, I finally let my guard down. The tension in my neck and upper back were ablaze with stress and adrenaline, "Bellamy," I scolded the bedheaded twink, "The alarm is for emergencies...ONLY!"

"But this is an emergency!" Bellamy defended, frowning.

I was in no mood for any of his shenanigans. His little cutesy shtick was wearing thin, and I just wanted to go to sleep at this point. Trying to contain my irritation, "What's the emergency then?"

With a fiendish smirk on his face, he tore off his covers to reveal his naked lean body under the sheets. I groaned the second I laid eyes on his boner, pointing straight up at the ceiling, "THIS is!" He announced.

"No," I turned him down, "Please, Bellamy. Not anymore tonight. We already..."

"Fucked?" Bellamy suggested, "Banged? Shagged? Knocked boots? Did squats in the cucumber patch?"

"YES!" I cut him off, "We FUCKED, okay!? You got what you wanted out of me! Now please let me go to sleep! Goodnight!"

I surprised even myself with how abrupt and suddenly I snapped at him, but I was close to being done at this point. This assignment was already screwed on so many levels and the strange dynamic between Bellamy and I was too mind wracking to try and make sense out of on a sleep-deprived brain. I wanted this day, and this assignment, to be over already.

I felt a pang of guilt from Bellamy's reaction. His face dropping and his forehead wrinkling, as though I had just turned down his prom proposal. I buried that feeling though, making it apparent that I had zero sympathy for him after what he had done to me.

I spun around, ready to walk out of his dirty room, but his light voice called out to me, "Papi, wait! Come here..."

"For what?" I asked through gritted teeth, my back still turned to him, finger hovering over the light switch.

"Please just come here..." He asked again, bordering on a whine this time.

With a sigh of resignation, I abided his demand. Walking to the edge of his bed and, with my back still turned, placing my butt on the mattress, "What is it?" I sternly asked, peering over my shoulder, making it perfectly clear I wasn't in the mood.

With a swipe of his smartphone, the lights in the room dimmed--a step above total darkness. His small hands instantly wrapping around my shoulders, rubbing and massaging the knots out of my upper back and neck with ease and delicacy. Every sore spot melting away at his mere touch, I had to bite my lip to stop the moans of relief from leaving my lips. Wordlessly, I felt a tug on my hoodie as Bellamy lifted it up; a cool breeze wistfully brushing against my clammy back. I initially resisted, but I relented eventually by pulling the jacket completely off and letting Bellamy work his hands further up and down my spine, "Papi," Bellamy began, "I'm sorry."

I remained silent.

"I shouldn't have threatened to call my father on you." He admitted, "That was wrong of me."

Truthfully, I was actually surprised to hear those words come out of his mouth. From our short time together, I had only known Bellamy to be immature and bratty, yet he was now speaking maturely and with contemplation. Relief, yet vindication, washed over me. I continued to remain silent, seeing what more he was going to say.

"I was just really afraid!" He rationalized to me, but I was having none of it.

Throwing his hands off my back, I could remain quiet no longer as I scoffed in indignation,

"

You were afraid?" I snapped back incredulously, "I was threatened to have my

entire fucking career

ruined! What were

you

afraid of?"

"You're the fourth bodyguard I've had since the semester started; I was scared you would leave like all the others!"

"Yeah, that's what tends to happen when you make it a habit to fuck your employees!" I accosted the billionaire's child, who hesitantly put his hands on my back to begin rubbing my taut muscles again.

"Listen!" Bellamy began, remaining silent for a moment as he considered the right words, "I'm not going to pretend that I'm in love with you or anything. I mean, for God's sake,

I'm a whore!

But I would really appreciate it if you stuck around, at least until the end of the semester."

My head hurt. This one single night felt like it had been an entire week, and all of the confusion that came with it only seemed to magnify how fucked up this entire situation really was, "But if you do decide to leave," Bellamy added, "I won't tell anyone what happened. I promise."

I felt a massive weight lift off my shoulders at the sound of his pledge to me. Like that, the hours-worth of anxiety and worry melted off my body and I felt like I could finally breathe again, "Thank you." I responded.

He was waiting for an answer now. I reasoned out loud, "My father always taught me to never half-ass anything. If you want to do something, then you put your mind to it and do it right the first time. I made a deal with your father, Bellamy...and I intend to keep it."

Instantly feeling his slender frame wrap around my back and his arms clasped around my neck, "I really like you a lot, Papi." He whispered in my ear, "That was really sweet of you to go through all that trouble to take me out of there. Not many men would've done that. I'm sorry for being such a brat about it..."

I raised my hands up, cupping and squeezing his upper arms, "I really like you too, Bellamy." I admitted to him, truthfully, "You're a good kid, you just need to start making better decisions."

Feeling a light force pulling me backwards, I landed on my back and instantly sunk into the comfy mattress. Bellamy leaning over me, his honey-hazeled eyes meeting my dark brown ones as his hands slowly caressed my upper body and ran his fingers through my chest hair, "So, uh, be honest though," He blushingly began, "Was that not one of the best fucks you've ever had?"

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face even if I had tried, "Dude, your ass is incredible!" The words came out of my mouth without thought, "How did you even get it like that? I mean, it's just so

plump

and

juicy

and

bubbly!

You should be on porn sets or somethin'!"

I shut my mouth close as soon as the words came out. Did I just really tell my client's son that he should a porn star? Thankfully, the twinkish undergrad took it as a compliment as he laughed, "Well, I'll tell you. A booty like this doesn't come naturally, you gotta work for it!"

"And, like, it was so tight!" I exclaimed, balling my hand into a fist as an example, "It felt like I was fucking a virgin! Like you couldn't even get a finger in there, but I was able to slide my entire dick inside of you! It was incredible!"

"Well, thank you." A pink hue now colored Bellamy's freckled face, "I appreciate it. You weren't so bad yourself either, Papi. I was little scared when I saw how thick you were, though. I nearly died trying to give you head!"

I laughed, "Hey, I've got a

thick

dick and you've got a

thicc

ass! Maybe we were meant to be?"

Bellamy's lips crashed into mine. Softly massaging one another's, moans leaving our mouths between kisses before quickly interlocking again. Bellamy slowly parting my lips with his, I felt his wet tongue slowly dabble my inner lips, brushing against my teeth, as though he were asking for permission.

Coaxing his tongue with mine, encouraging him to further enter inside my mouth, my heart was racing at the sensations of our two tongues swirling around eachother. Bellamy's warm hands continually squeezing and rubbing my pecs as he did so, my nipples sore and sensitive to his touch. Finally breaking it with a wet smooch, a thick strand of spit connecting both our lips, the meeting of our eyes said a thousand words without needing to verbalize a single one.

Throwing my feet from the floor onto the bed, Bellamy instantly straddling himself across my lower thighs as he tugged and rubbed the apparent and obvious bulge in my sweats. Mouth agape as he watched with a fascination how much bigger it grew and transformed into a massive tent, he wasted no further time as he pulled down both my underwear and sweats to my knees and wrapped his kissable lips around the sensitive tip.

"This is so wrong, Bellamy!" I breathlessly choked out after a hearty moan, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"

"But it feels so good, huh?" The twink teased, twirling his tongue around my head, licking the bead of precum at the tip, "Told you we were gonna work on loosening you up!"

The only thing I could respond with was another deep moan. I couldn't talk anymore; the waves of unending sexual bliss were too intense to properly think of a witty comeback. My fingers digging into the mattress at the feeling of him fully plunging my cock into his mouth.

Who knew breaking the rules could feel so good?

Every inch of my cock now deep inside of Bellamy's wet skin-tight throat, only pulling off to take a deep breath and to deepthroat me again and again. I was aghast at how close I was to orgasm in such a short amount of time. This boy could do absolute miracles to a man's dick!

I breathed heavily, short and controlled breaths, trying to restrain myself in order to not cum in an embarrassingly short time. Feeling my balls get massaged and lightly squeezed in the palm of Bellamy's little hand was set to push me over the edge before I quickly pulled his head off of my cock, "Your ass!" I excitedly shouted out, "Please, Bellamy! I NEED to fuck your ass! Right. Now."

With a lustful smile, wiping the spit and precum from around his mouth, Bellamy's hands gripped the waistband of my sweats and fully slipped them off my legs, leaving both the twenty-year-old and I fully naked in his bed. About to toss my sweats to the side, a subtle vibration caused him to stop and fish through my pockets.

He pulled out my phone. Inspecting it, "Oh shit! It's my dad!" He looked at me, waiting for a response.

"Don't answer it!" I urged, sitting upright in bed, "Just let it go to voice-"

"Hi, daddy!" Bellamy exclaimed, holding the phone up to his ear. His free left hand absentmindedly stroking up and down my erect cock as he chatted away.

"No! What did I just tell you!?" I cried under my breath, "Give it to me!"

He ignored my open hand, instead he opted to use his shoulder to prop the phone against his ear. Now using both his free hands to jerk up and down my spit-coated shaft, "No, you got the right number!" He laughed, "Papi is right here, you wanna talk to him?"

My heart skipped a beat as I was sure my face was turning absolute beat red by this point. Bellamy had a big mouth and no filter, and I could just imagine seeing him give away everything! I tried to snatch the phone away from his ear, but he simply pulled his head away and gave a painful squeeze to my erect cock in his hands, "No, no!" He explained, "Papi is just my nickname for him. He likes it!"

"Bellamy, please!" I pleaded with him, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

"Yes, I'm being a good boy!" He continued to ignore me, "Have you known me to be any different?"

I was sure that I was just about to die by the time Bellamy handed the phone back to me, "Alright, I love you too, daddy! Here's Papi now!"

Grabbing the phone away from his hand as he instantly plunged back down to drooling over and licking my dick, "Hello, Mr. Davenport?" I wearily held the phone to my ear, uncertain of what he would first say.

"Ummm... '

Papi'

, is it?" Thane Davenport's serious voice came through; colored in confusion and curiosity.

I forced a laugh, about as fake-sounding as it could come across, "Y-Yeah! That's just what Bellamy has taken to calling me, I guess."

"Oh, and you're calling him 'Bellamy' now?" He inquired incredulously, "That's curious. He only lets his

really close friends

call him that."

Was it just my guilty conscience? Or was he being unnecessarily aggressive and skeptical with his statements?

Either way, it was difficult to concentrate as Bellamy's tongue slobbered over my nutsack and hairy taint, "Oh well," Mr. Davenport continued, "I guess I should just be happy the two of you are getting along."

"O-Of course!" I tried to divert his attention and subvert any suspicion, "Your son is a bright young man, Mr. Davenport! You did right by raising him!"

"Oh, you're such a brownnoser!" Bellamy commented, raising his head from between my thighs.

Shoving his head back onto my throbbing boner to silence him, Mr. Davenport's tone quickly changed, "Getting along a little

too well

I suppose..." He sharply spat out.

My heart beating watching his son's head bopping up and down my wet dick, fumbling over even basic words, "Wh-Wh-What do y-you mean, sir?"

A heavy sigh from over the phone, "Alexander, what is this I hear about you taking Mitchell out to some wild fraternity party?"

How did he know about that? Did he have someone spying on us? I tried to think of a response, but Bellamy's mouth was working it's magic a little

too

well and I think I was suffering a loss of blood flow to my brain.

"Well, Mr. Davenport," I finally managed to choke out, "Bell-Ah, I mean Mitchell really wanted to go! So, following my duties as his sworn protector, I ensured that he was totally safe at all times! And, in fact, we left as soon as I felt things were getting too wild."

"So, you admit to taking him?" Mr. Davenport reiterated poisonously, "You took a minor to a party that had drugs and alcohol?"

Damn it! I didn't even THINK about the fact that Bellamy couldn't even legally drink yet, "M-Mr. Davenport, I-"

"Alexander," Mr. Davenport cut me off succinctly, "The reason I hired you was because I thought you'd be a good influence on Mitchell. I looked at your record. A military man, a police officer, respected in your field. I thought you would have some laurels of integrity and honor!"