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17
ARLO
It's the big day.
The day I discover what's wrong with me.
I sit with Constantine in the limousine, Mr. Green tucked under my left arm, my cheek resting on Constantine's shoulder. I blow a breath on the window and etch a tiny spaceship into the fog to calm myself.
I think about the wonderful times at the Alien Museum yesterday. It stymies my fear of seeing a doctor for the first time in my adult life.
But then I cringe when I picture the various needles Gianluca will inject me with, and the tests the specialist will perform to find out what causes my reflux. The last time I visited the doctor, I was barely in middle school. It's terrifying. This morning, I wanted to crawl back to the penthouse on my hands and knees and cuddle with Constantine in our pillow fort for the rest of the day.
But I must be brave. After all, Constantine's brother rearranged his entire work schedule to fit me in. As Daddy told me on the car ride here, Gianluca brought the top acid reflux specialist in from out-of-state to speak to me.
I also feel so much more comfortable around Gianluca as opposed to another doctor. I think back to the wonderful way he checked my boo boos at the Little Bunny Club, and it relaxes me. Gianluca won't hurt me with scary needles. He might poke and prod a bit, and he might need to check my junk for my physical, but he won't harm me.
Constantine places his hand on mine. "Hey." He drags two fingers up my forearm. "Tell me what's on your mind. I can see you're nervous."
I blow out a breath and focus on my alien drawing. I'm basing the alien off the many real exhibits I saw yesterday. Before, my aliens looked cartoonish. Now, they look like the ones that live in the sky.
I sniffle as I burrow into Constantine's shoulder. "My appointment, Daddy. I've put off going to a doctor for so long."
Constantine nods. "Now that it's time, you're nervous?"
I stare into Constantine's eyes. I swear to God, this man reads minds. He finishes my sentences and always knows what to say to make me feel better.
I nod. "Yes." The fact that Constantine listens to me comforts me. "I'm scared. What if your brother finds something else wrong with me? What if he discovers I have cancer?" My eyes burn. "I couldn't live with that, Daddy. I already have enough problems. More medical conditions would break my heart."
I think back to the fun Constantine and I had yesterday to take my mind off the appointment. When we woke up, I'd never felt better in my life. I'm sure Constantine expected me to have second thoughts after we explored each other's bodies the previous night. I've read that's common amongst virgins like me. But that's not what happened at all.
When I peeled back the bedsheets, I was eager as hell to touch Constantine's cock. It's all I thought about the previous night. I wanted to play with his piercing, because his thick shaft was amazing, and the shiny metal spoke to my soul.
But the best part was when Constantine re-created our pillow fort. I laughed when he said he wanted to build it again after we destroyed it so we could sleep on the bed last night. We rushed through the room like little ants, scurrying to pick up the pillows. We were rock hard the entire time, and I loved it because it excited us both.
And then, when we were inside the pillow fort, Constantine pleased me with his finger. That was something I didn't see coming.
I figured Constantine and I would wait to work our way up to that stage of play. But as Constantine brushed my hair, I couldn't control myself. I needed his digit in my hole to please me anally. It felt so good, and I've never come so hard in my life.
Then Daddy took me to the Alien Museum. He walked through the exhibits with me and taught me things.
This is what I adore about Constantine. He was uncomfortable being myguideat first. He said we should find a volunteer to lead us. But when he realized that part of my kink was having my Daddy lead me around, he put his disbelief in aliens aside and explored the museum with me. He even ate alien popcorn.
When it was time to leave, I didn't want to go. How could we leave this amazing place where we connected? I pulled my khakis down and asked Constantine to masturbate me in the planetarium. It was naughty. Forbidden. Wrong. But I couldn't help myself. It concretized our bond so we'd never forget this afternoon.
That's what I think about now. Constantine being my protector, working Mr. Green up and down my shaft in the Alien Museum. It makes me less nervous.
Constantine trails his fingers across my hand and lets out a sigh. "My brother is a top cardiologist. He won't hurt you."
A big, fat tear rolls down my cheek as I stare out the window. "I know, Daddy. I'm being silly. Your brother made me feel safe at the Little Bunny Club. There's no reason I should be upset."
For real. Out of all the medical professionals in New York City, I only want Gianluca to examine me. He understands my Little side and what a boy like me needs during a medical checkup.
Constantine tilts my chin up. "Can I tell you something, sweetheart?"
I nod. "Sure."
What does Constantine want to tell me? I figure it has something to do with his brother, but I'm not sure. I wait with bated breath.
