He chuckled again, his deep voice echoing through the small room.  "Oh, it'll take more than that.  I'll tell you when you've been good, boy."  He said gently while gently rutting against the boy's rear.<br/><br/>"If you want to be my boy, you need to learn patience."  Derrik said more firmly.  "I'll decide when you're ready."  He followed.  The young man was trying to fuck himself right through Derrik's jeans, but the man was prepared for that.  He held him up a bit, preventing Brandon from rubbing too hard.<br/><br/>"Hmm...you seem to not be getting the idea."  The man said before suddenly standing with the boy in his grasp.  He pushed him firmly toward the wall until he pressed Brandon right against it.<br/><br/>"Press your hands against the wall, stick your ass out.  If you want to be my boy, you'll learn patience.  No arguing.  Only 'yes, daddy' or 'no, daddy' right now."  Derrik said, hearing a whine of frustration from the boy.  Brandon was clearly not used to this.  Probably got everything his rich little ass desired.  Not now though.<br/><br/>Once he was positioned, Derrik moved up behind him, rubbing his bulge right into the offered ass.  "Stay put, don't move."  The man ordered while slowly rubbing his clothed dick up and down the boy's crack.