I'll Take Him: Blades of Glory Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: I’ll Take Him
Fandom: Blades of Glory
Pairing: Jimmy MacElroy/Darren MacElroy
Summary: When Darren MacElroy adopted little Jimmy he felt nothing for the child but ambition.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1443
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, sexual relations between a twelve-year-old boy and an adult man.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
I'll Take Him
When Darren MacElroy adopted little Jimmy he felt nothing for the child but ambition. To MacElroy, the little boy was a thing, a wind-up toy to be polished and perfected. If he had any love for Jimmy it was only as a possession.
Unfortunately that wasn’t the sort of thing a young child could understand. To Jimmy, MacElroy was his Daddy and Daddies loved their boys. Jimmy was sure that if he tried hard enough, if he was good enough, he could win his adopted father’s love.
To this end, he made himself the model son. He did everything he was told, he never complained about the grueling workouts he endured, the isolation and the endless consultations with experts. If his father wanted him to be a champion skater he would do whatever it took to be one. If his father wanted him to be a perfect wind-up thing that’s what he would be.
If he won the upcoming championship, mastered this jump or that spin surely his father would come to love him.
And so it went.
Jimmy grew from a boy to an adolescent. He excelled in figure skating but still his father had no affection to give him. Jimmy cuddled his stuffed animals and tried to sooth the aching in his heart. Then something happened that twisted the two of them and turned them inside out.
It started on a winter morning when Jimmy was almost thirteen. He was about to go on the ice to compete in his usual skin-tight, sparkly costume when the sight of a pretty little girl skater caused him to spring an enormous boner. His costume tented out and Coach Robert ordered him to get to the locker room immediately.
“I don’t care if this is the junior championships.” The coach declared. “You’re not skating like that.”
Embarrassed, confused and not sure what exactly was wrong with him, Jimmy retreated to the locker room as ordered and stripped off his costume.
He was contemplating the bulge of his jock when his father stalked in, overwhelming in his fur coat and purposefulness, blue eyes flashing in annoyance.
“What is the problem?” He demanded. Coach Robert had apparently been trying to be discreet. Nervously, Jimmy pointed to his crotch. “That’s it? No son of mine is going to throw away the junior championship over a hard on.”
MacElroy yanked down Jimmy’s jock and wrapped his hand around his son’s penis. It only took a few strokes to bring the boy off.
“Now get your costume on and get on the ice,” MacElroy snapped, washing his hands vehemently.
To MacElroy it was a practical measure but to Jimmy it was a revelation. His father had actually touched him, given him pleasure, and performed an act that Jimmy believed to be deeply intimate. It seemed to the boy that sex must be the way to his father’s heart.
Coach Robert always told him to go for the glory so several days later, Jimmy got up even earlier than usual (he was generally on the ice by 5:00 a.m.) and crept into his father’s bedroom. In the pre-dawn darkness he drew back the silk sheets that covered Darren MacElroy. Carefully he untied his father’s pajama bottoms, drew them down. Even flaccid he was impressed by the size of his father’s penis. So large compared to his own and the triangle of dark blond hair at its base impressed him as well.
He began to lick MacElroy’s penis. It grew firm under his tongue and his father moaned in his sleep. Encouraged, Jimmy took as much of his father’s erection as he could into his mouth, moving his lips back and forth along the shaft. MacElroy was awake now.
“Who is that?” He asked, voice husky with arousal and sleep. “Who are you?” Half-rising he looked down and saw the familiar tow-head of his adopted son bobbing between his legs. “Jimmy, what are you doing? Stop that, Jimmy, don’t…” He fell back down onto the bed. “Don’t. Oh my God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” His body stiffened, jerking rhythmically as he came in Jimmy’s mouth and when the boy crawled up onto his chest and snuggled against him MacElroy gathered him up. “My sweet boy,” he whispered. “My own sweet boy.”
Later, when Jimmy had happily run off to his morning work-out, MacElroy was overcome with shame. It wasn’t only that he had let a twelve-year-old boy suck his dick, it was how much he had wanted it, how grateful he had been.
He had lost control.
This was a new experience for him. MacElroy had always considered himself above and beyond sex and in all previous encounters he had been very much in charge of both his partner and himself. Jimmy however, through sheer naivety had somehow gotten past his guard. It was deeply unsettling to the man.
It would not happen again.
In the days that followed, MacElroy maintained an icy distance from his son. More than ever he treated him as a thing, a wind-up doll, a collection of muscles and bones that performed tricks on command.
Yet desire festered in him. A few weeks after their initial encounter, MacElroy found himself in Jimmy’s room where he threw the boy down on the stuffed animal covered bed and fucked him till they were both senseless.
Jimmy was ecstatic. It was as though all his dreams had come true. As far as he was concerned, his father was finally showing his love.
MacElroy was much less pleased by the developments.
He had no illusions that he loved Jimmy, yet he found himself enthralled by his son’s body, by the forbidden acts they performed together, by his inability to control his own desires.
“What have you done to me, Jimmy,” he would gasp helplessly in the throes of passion.
At night, in secret, when they were alone together he was on fire yet outside the bedroom he became even colder, more distant than ever before.
Personal hygiene began to obsess him. Germs concerned him more and more, contamination and sanitation were constantly on his mind. He washed his hands again and again, showered numerous times a day, changed his clothes endlessly. He began carrying a bottle of hand sanitizer, using it like another man might use a flask of vodka.
“Don’t let anyone touch you,” he ordered Jimmy and the boy eagerly complied with his wishes, followed his example, becoming fixated on cleanliness. Still, it was a losing battle. For all the things Darren MacElroy could control, he could no longer control himself. He might disinfect himself endlessly but at the end of the day he would moan and beg for more from his fourteen, sixteen, twenty-year-old son.
He needed Jimmy and hated him for arousing this need in him.
As for Jimmy, even as he grew into a man he remained a child. The sweet natured little blond boy MacElroy had collected from the orphanage so many years ago. He gave head almost every night, he took it up the ass on a regular basis but he’d never been kissed. Like a child who didn’t know better he didn’t seem to understand that what he and his father did was wrong, that the way MacElroy treated him either in the bedroom or on the ice was in any way abnormal.
While his father was twisting inside, shame and desire, Jimmy went on believing that there was only love between them and that love could not be wrong.
This too made his father hate him. Part of him wanted to be hated in return. Part of him wanted Jimmy to grow up, to realize that he was being used but Jimmy would not grow up. Jimmy would not stop smiling or put away his stuffed animals.
It was only when Jimmy was twenty-six, when he was disqualified from figure skating that MacElroy finally let Jimmy go. It was not however an act of redemption. It was simply that his hate finally overcame his need. He could tolerate Jimmy’s infantilism and power over him to a degree but the one thing he could not abide was failure.
If Jimmy was not a champion figure skater, it meant MacElroy had failed in his endeavor.
He turned his son out as an act of cruelty towards both Jimmy and himself.
That night, he went to Jimmy’s room, sat on the bed covered with stuffed animals. Jimmy would never sleep there again. He would never touch Jimmy again. As he caressed a teddy bear tears filled his eyes.
He wiped them away then disinfected his hands.
Title: I’ll Take Him
Fandom: Blades of Glory
Pairing: Jimmy MacElroy/Darren MacElroy
Summary: When Darren MacElroy adopted little Jimmy he felt nothing for the child but ambition.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1443
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, sexual relations between a twelve-year-old boy and an adult man.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
I'll Take Him
When Darren MacElroy adopted little Jimmy he felt nothing for the child but ambition. To MacElroy, the little boy was a thing, a wind-up toy to be polished and perfected. If he had any love for Jimmy it was only as a possession.
Unfortunately that wasn’t the sort of thing a young child could understand. To Jimmy, MacElroy was his Daddy and Daddies loved their boys. Jimmy was sure that if he tried hard enough, if he was good enough, he could win his adopted father’s love.
To this end, he made himself the model son. He did everything he was told, he never complained about the grueling workouts he endured, the isolation and the endless consultations with experts. If his father wanted him to be a champion skater he would do whatever it took to be one. If his father wanted him to be a perfect wind-up thing that’s what he would be.
If he won the upcoming championship, mastered this jump or that spin surely his father would come to love him.
And so it went.
Jimmy grew from a boy to an adolescent. He excelled in figure skating but still his father had no affection to give him. Jimmy cuddled his stuffed animals and tried to sooth the aching in his heart. Then something happened that twisted the two of them and turned them inside out.
It started on a winter morning when Jimmy was almost thirteen. He was about to go on the ice to compete in his usual skin-tight, sparkly costume when the sight of a pretty little girl skater caused him to spring an enormous boner. His costume tented out and Coach Robert ordered him to get to the locker room immediately.
“I don’t care if this is the junior championships.” The coach declared. “You’re not skating like that.”
Embarrassed, confused and not sure what exactly was wrong with him, Jimmy retreated to the locker room as ordered and stripped off his costume.
He was contemplating the bulge of his jock when his father stalked in, overwhelming in his fur coat and purposefulness, blue eyes flashing in annoyance.
“What is the problem?” He demanded. Coach Robert had apparently been trying to be discreet. Nervously, Jimmy pointed to his crotch. “That’s it? No son of mine is going to throw away the junior championship over a hard on.”
MacElroy yanked down Jimmy’s jock and wrapped his hand around his son’s penis. It only took a few strokes to bring the boy off.
“Now get your costume on and get on the ice,” MacElroy snapped, washing his hands vehemently.
To MacElroy it was a practical measure but to Jimmy it was a revelation. His father had actually touched him, given him pleasure, and performed an act that Jimmy believed to be deeply intimate. It seemed to the boy that sex must be the way to his father’s heart.
Coach Robert always told him to go for the glory so several days later, Jimmy got up even earlier than usual (he was generally on the ice by 5:00 a.m.) and crept into his father’s bedroom. In the pre-dawn darkness he drew back the silk sheets that covered Darren MacElroy. Carefully he untied his father’s pajama bottoms, drew them down. Even flaccid he was impressed by the size of his father’s penis. So large compared to his own and the triangle of dark blond hair at its base impressed him as well.
He began to lick MacElroy’s penis. It grew firm under his tongue and his father moaned in his sleep. Encouraged, Jimmy took as much of his father’s erection as he could into his mouth, moving his lips back and forth along the shaft. MacElroy was awake now.
“Who is that?” He asked, voice husky with arousal and sleep. “Who are you?” Half-rising he looked down and saw the familiar tow-head of his adopted son bobbing between his legs. “Jimmy, what are you doing? Stop that, Jimmy, don’t…” He fell back down onto the bed. “Don’t. Oh my God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” His body stiffened, jerking rhythmically as he came in Jimmy’s mouth and when the boy crawled up onto his chest and snuggled against him MacElroy gathered him up. “My sweet boy,” he whispered. “My own sweet boy.”
Later, when Jimmy had happily run off to his morning work-out, MacElroy was overcome with shame. It wasn’t only that he had let a twelve-year-old boy suck his dick, it was how much he had wanted it, how grateful he had been.
He had lost control.
This was a new experience for him. MacElroy had always considered himself above and beyond sex and in all previous encounters he had been very much in charge of both his partner and himself. Jimmy however, through sheer naivety had somehow gotten past his guard. It was deeply unsettling to the man.
It would not happen again.
In the days that followed, MacElroy maintained an icy distance from his son. More than ever he treated him as a thing, a wind-up doll, a collection of muscles and bones that performed tricks on command.
Yet desire festered in him. A few weeks after their initial encounter, MacElroy found himself in Jimmy’s room where he threw the boy down on the stuffed animal covered bed and fucked him till they were both senseless.
Jimmy was ecstatic. It was as though all his dreams had come true. As far as he was concerned, his father was finally showing his love.
MacElroy was much less pleased by the developments.
He had no illusions that he loved Jimmy, yet he found himself enthralled by his son’s body, by the forbidden acts they performed together, by his inability to control his own desires.
“What have you done to me, Jimmy,” he would gasp helplessly in the throes of passion.
At night, in secret, when they were alone together he was on fire yet outside the bedroom he became even colder, more distant than ever before.
Personal hygiene began to obsess him. Germs concerned him more and more, contamination and sanitation were constantly on his mind. He washed his hands again and again, showered numerous times a day, changed his clothes endlessly. He began carrying a bottle of hand sanitizer, using it like another man might use a flask of vodka.
“Don’t let anyone touch you,” he ordered Jimmy and the boy eagerly complied with his wishes, followed his example, becoming fixated on cleanliness. Still, it was a losing battle. For all the things Darren MacElroy could control, he could no longer control himself. He might disinfect himself endlessly but at the end of the day he would moan and beg for more from his fourteen, sixteen, twenty-year-old son.
He needed Jimmy and hated him for arousing this need in him.
As for Jimmy, even as he grew into a man he remained a child. The sweet natured little blond boy MacElroy had collected from the orphanage so many years ago. He gave head almost every night, he took it up the ass on a regular basis but he’d never been kissed. Like a child who didn’t know better he didn’t seem to understand that what he and his father did was wrong, that the way MacElroy treated him either in the bedroom or on the ice was in any way abnormal.
While his father was twisting inside, shame and desire, Jimmy went on believing that there was only love between them and that love could not be wrong.
This too made his father hate him. Part of him wanted to be hated in return. Part of him wanted Jimmy to grow up, to realize that he was being used but Jimmy would not grow up. Jimmy would not stop smiling or put away his stuffed animals.
It was only when Jimmy was twenty-six, when he was disqualified from figure skating that MacElroy finally let Jimmy go. It was not however an act of redemption. It was simply that his hate finally overcame his need. He could tolerate Jimmy’s infantilism and power over him to a degree but the one thing he could not abide was failure.
If Jimmy was not a champion figure skater, it meant MacElroy had failed in his endeavor.
He turned his son out as an act of cruelty towards both Jimmy and himself.
That night, he went to Jimmy’s room, sat on the bed covered with stuffed animals. Jimmy would never sleep there again. He would never touch Jimmy again. As he caressed a teddy bear tears filled his eyes.
He wiped them away then disinfected his hands.