Sammy had been working out every day since he decided to drop out of college. He couldn't stomach moving back in with his parents and they had started charging him rent the day he turned eighteen. Luckily, his new friend had offered him a place to stay and he could live rent free as long as a followed a few basic rules:
1. Treadmill every day.
2. No cumming without permission.
3. Do what Daddy says.
Daddy woke him up early, whispering into his ear.
"Strip and come ride my tongue. Show me what all those squats are for."
His cute bubble butt was just inches above Daddy's mouth. Sammy squatted even lower, opening his ass nice and wide for Daddy's tongue.
"Give me that tasty hole." Daddy said, pressing his tongue between Sammy's big, round cheeks.
Sammy moaned as he felt Daddy's tongue start to swirl on his hole. Sammy looked at himself in the mirror and began to rub his nipples, rocking his ass back and forth on Daddy's mouth. He was so horny and his cock stuck straight up in the air, dribbling precum. Tonight, at midnight, would mark a whole month since he last came. A whole month since he had quit college to study Daddy's cock.
"Are you going to fuck me?" whimpered Sammy.
Daddy loved how desperate Sammy had become since he ordered him not to cum. Sammy had moved in at the end of the summer. He was sick of college and had no plan so Daddy invited him to stay at his house.
He gave Sammy's ass a light slap and then he pushed him onto the bed.
"That depends. Are you going to be a trick or a treat tonight?"
Sammy smiled, grabbing a lollipop from a basket near the coffee table. He twirled it between his fingers.
"I'll be whatever you want, Daddy."
"Then why don't you go put your costume on."
...
Sammy pulled his black and white spotted socks up over his knees, and pulled a pair of tight, black booty shorts over his perky bottom. His cock was still hard and the tip stuck out from the top of the waistband, leaking precum on the soft, cotton fabric.
Next he put on a white crop-top, again with black spots, that barely covered his nipples. The finishing touches were a small necklace with a bell and a set of little black ears.
...
"And what are you supposed to be?"
Sammy put his hands on his hip and pouted at Daddy. Then the boy dropped to his knees and crawled to Daddy's lap on all-fours.
"I'm a cow-boy. Get it? Cause I'm a cow and also a cute boy?"
Daddy patted Sammy's head. Ding! Ding! Sammy's head turned towards the door.
"Go answer it."
Sammy wandered towards the door. Daddy's house was remote and his closest neighbors were a ten minute drive. That seemed to Sammy like a long way for candy.
