Tabula Colton

Chapter 18- But Did it Work?

"Baby? What's wrong? You're all weird. Did I hurt you?" Mr. Takada called.

I heard the water turn off and I chucked the stick drive under the bedside table on my side of the bed. I heard it land with a thud and then roll out onto the floor.

"Colton!" He shouted and came out naked, hard, and dripping.

"Yes, sir?" I asked like I had no idea what was going on.

"What's wrong? You got daddy so hard." He gripped his cock in one hand and beat it against the open palm of his other hand to show me. "And then you left. You know I hate when you do that."

I guessed Colton had done that to him before.

"I... I'm sorry. I just came for the lube but I thought you left it right here on my table. It's not here," I said with my most innocent boy voice.

I walked over to where the stick drive was on the floor. I nudged it under the table as far as I could with my toe.

"It's here, baby girl. You forgot where I keep it," he said with a voice full of pity as if he was chalking this up to my amnesia.

He reached into his drawer and pulled it out. He tossed it over to me and I caught it.

"I get so confused, daddy. Nothing makes sense anymore. I need my daddy," I played along and started to sniff back fake tears like I was completely out of it.

He ran over to me and swooped me up off my feet.

"I know baby. I pushed you hard to get back to school and a normal routine again. It's ok. We have a nice weekend now and we can relax together. Does that sound good, baby love?" he asked in a deep daddy tone that had me feeling weak in his hold.

"Yes please," I sighed.

"Let's get you fucked properly and then back to bed. Would you like that?" he asked as he carried me back to the bathroom.

"Yes sir. Please fuck me," I requested.

He nodded solemnly like he understood it was his duty. He laid me down on the granite counter so my ass was hanging off the edge. He grabbed a rolled up towel from a basket and put it under my head for when he banged me into the mirror. I kept my legs raised in the air and parted so he could see my hole.

"That's it, baby girl. Spread that pussy for daddy. Get ready for that thick, Asian meat." he growled. He'd never called it Asian before. It seemed weird even though he clearly looked Asian though mixed with European and African... and he had told me of his Korean and Japanese roots. Still it just seemed like a weird thing to say. I tried to respond in kind though

"Yeah daddy, I need that hot Asian meat in my... Wait! I don't even know what I am! Damn it, Colton sucks! I loved being Mexican. Now I'm just generic white boy," I burst out laughing. I felt his tip rubbing at my hole.

"You're not generic! You're my boy!" Mr. Takada hissed as his cock pushed into my hole.

"What kind of boy am I?" I asked.

"Your genetic tests showed British and Scandinavian roots. They did a whole work up of you. Utah has a very small genetic pool," he laughed.

I gasped, both from him shoving inside me and the red flag that he had run that kind of test on me.

"You had me studied?" I asked and started to raise up with my elbows under me.

"I wanted to know what I was getting," he laughed like it was nothing.

I started to ask more questions, but his cock slid over my special spot and sent a deep chill through me as his warmth filled my body. I flailed on the counter and let out this high pitched whine.