*smut warning*

Dallon's POV

I'm supposed to be working but instead I'm arguing with my father on the phone.

"Being gay is a sin. Please tell me I didn't raise a faggot. Please tell me Breezy is lying," my father says.

"No she is not lying, and you didn't raise a 'faggot'. I have followed in the family business. I am the highest paid judge in the city. Just because I love a guy doesn't change anything," I say.

"That changes everything Dallon James Weekes. You are disgusting. You are a disgrace to your family. I will not allow you son of mine to be in a relationship with another man," my father says.

I can't take it anymore. "Well then I guess I'm not your son. No father of mine would say things like that just because I love someone that is the same sex as me," I say.

"You are going to hell. You are disgusting. I am taking your name off of my will. I want nothing to do with you. Don't call me until you're done going through this phase of yours," my father say.

"It's not a phase," I say, "I love him and I don't need anything from you I can make it by without your money."
I hang up the phone.

I'm sobbing with my head down on my desk. I hear a knock on my office door. "C-Come in," I cry. Brendon walks into my office.

"I brought you lunch. What's wrong?" Brendon asks. He sets down my food that I asked him to pick up then walks around my desk and hugs me.

I push him away. He falls onto the ground. "Wha-" he asks. "Shut the fuck up! Take off your pants and boxers, and bend over my desk," I say, "Do it now!"

Brendon hurries I've to Dallon's desk. He remove his pants and boxers then bends over. "Why are you doing this?" He asks. "Just shut up and do what I tell you to do!"

"O-Okay D-Dal," Brendon stutters. "It's your honor!" I shout. I walk over to Brendon. I rub my hand along his ass then I spank him. Brendon whimpers. "Count!" I shout.

"O-One your honor... Two... Ahhh Three," Brendon moans. "Do you think that feels good?" I ask. "Y-Yes your honor," he says Breathlessly.
"Wrong answer!" I say. I unbuckle my belt, fold it in half, and whip him with it.

"Dallon!" Brendon cries. "Keep counting," I say as I whip him with the belt again. "Four and five," Brendon cries. I whip him five more times until his ass as is bright red.

"W-Why are you doing this Dallon?" Brendon asks. "You want to be ordered around, well that's what I'm doing," I say, "touch yourself but don't come. I'll be right back."

I leave my office and head to the supply closet. Hiding behind the cleaning sprays is a bottle of lube. I knew it would come in handy one day.

I grab the lube and walk back to my office. Brendon is moaning as he's jacking off. "Stop!" I tell him, "give me your hand." I squirt a small amount of lube onto Brendon's fingers, "Prep yourself."

I pull down my pants and boxers. I squirt some lube into my hands and stroke my cock. I'm getting hard watching as Brendon works his fingers in and out of himself. His moaning is contagious. I tell him to stop before I come all over myself.

I line up the head of my dick with Brendon's entrance. I slowly push in, allowing Brendon to adjust to the size of me. I can see Brendon's hands clenching onto my desk. He is making me very horny.

I speed up, thrusting in and out of Brendon. "You're so tight baby," I moan. I speed up thrusting into him faster. His moaning gets louder when I hit his g spot. I keep hitting the same spot.

Brendon's moans are becoming orgasmic. "I-I'm g-gonna come y-your honor," Brendon moans. "Oh fuck Brendon," I say as I come. I nod my head, "go ahead baby." Then Brendon comes. We ride out orgasms.

I fall to the ground , leaning my back against my filing cabinet. Brendon joins me. "Are. You. Okay?" Brendon asks out of breath. I start crying again. Brendon wraps his arm around me. "It's okay baby I got you. What happened?" He asks. "M-My father d-d-disowned m-me," I sniff.

"I'm so sorry. I will always be here for you. But Dally?" Brendon asks. "Yes Brenny?" I ask. "My ass hurts," we both laugh. I get up and grab my lunch. I share with Brendon as an apology for bruising his butt.

I eventually get back to work. I let Brendon stay with me while I'm working. Until I got a knock at my door.

"Come in," I said Linda was walking in along with someone from a past case I did. "Brendon?" Ryan asked.