Chapter One
Beck
“Hurry Daddy, we’re gonna be late!” Even when I had to take the city bus I was only ever late to work once. They weren’t happy, but when my manager, Mick, verified the bus had indeed broken down, he backed off. But only a bit. He put me in the worst section of the club that night and my tips sucked.
“Sweet boy, you’re fine. Your shift doesn’t start for another hour.”
It’s times like this I wished I’d learned how to drive.
“Yeah, but if I’m late then I get the really yucky tables and I won’t be able to pay my rent.” Should’ve kept that to myself because I knew exactly what was coming next.
“You wouldn’t have to do any of that if you moved in with your Daddy.”
Broken. Record.
For the last month that we’ve been officially dating, literally since the first night we met, when my bestie, Jobe and his daddy, Stanley, introduced us. Daddy Crispin immediately insisted we be monogamous, which I had zero issues with. Jobe was really the only one I’d slept with recently and that was finally over. Not that it was bad, but it was more to take care of my friend.
I was beyond tired of the so-called daddies on the fetish apps who only wanted sex. I’d deleted all of them and just, well, focused on Jobe. Sex was great and all, but not at the top of my needs list, but dealing with my BFF going without it was a freaking nightmare.
Hard to explain but for Jobe sex was therapeutic.
So, I gave in, just to make him happy, even though topping wasn’t for me. Good or bad, I’d perfected the art of faking it over the years and acting as Jobe’s top was proof of that. A happy friend and mutual orgasms were never a bad thing, for the most part, but if I didn’t take care of Jobe, he found…others to. And that never played out well for him. He seriously had the worst luck with men, until Daddy Stanley finally gave in.
Jobe had tried and failed numerous times to land that Daddy, but he saw right through Jobe’s act. It wasn’t until Jobe was in serious trouble one night that Daddy Stanley figured out Jobe’s bull-hockey and called him out on it. Then Daddy Stanley knew what Jobe needed most, a daddy with a firm hand, but one that loved him even when he was acting like a spoiled diva.
Which was more times than not.
More than anything in the world I wanted a daddy of my own. The ideal one would want me and my little full time, and I think I finally found him. But my past dictated my present when it came to letting go and trusting someone to take care of me. I’d been on my own for far too long after eighteen horrendous years bounced around through the foster care system. Not all the homes I landed in were terrible, but none were really that great either.
But…yeah and now here I was, twenty-four and living on my own. My job wasn’t glamorous by any means, but it paid the bills and kept a safe roof over my head and food in my tummy.
Since daddy Crispin came into my life the first thing he changed was my taking the bus. When he was in town, he drove me to and from work and when he had me stay with Jobe and Daddy Stanley while he was away on business, they took me. If Daddy Stanley or Jobe didn’t drive me, a car service did. One day soon Daddy said I’d travel with him and I couldn’t wait. I’d never been anywhere outside of Vegas before, so I was super excited.
First, I had to get over the wholegiving up my job and apartmentfreedom. My brain just wasn’t there yet, though my heart struggled with what exactly we were giving up. Hopefully one day soon those vital organs will be aligned.
“Alright, Bunny, let’s go.” Daddy grabbed his laptop bag and my backpack and off we went. He always held a table in the section I was assigned to and watched and worked and growled.He-he, I loved it when he got all growly and guys pulled their handsy-hands away from me. The owner wasn’t too happy about that, but after Daddy talked to him in private, that changed.
To be a fly on the wall for that conversation.
My daddy had a way of getting what he wanted, so why I continued to put up a fight about moving in with him was just plain old dumb.
“Daddy, did you pack my bunny costume?” We were going back to daddy’s house tonight after my shift because he had to be at work early tomorrow morning. I hated that he stayed up late with me on work nights, but daddy claimed if he wasn’t here keeping an eye on me, he’d be at home wide awake worrying himself into a frenzy.
“Of course, sweet boy though you really need a new one.” He was right, but it made me sad to think about it even though mybunny had lots of scars from the stitches I had to give him. “Why so sad, little Bunny?”
“’Cause, Daddy, it was one of the first things I saved up for and bought for myself that wasn’t a bill or a living expense. My first fun thing just for me.” And it wasn’t cheap, especially for an eighteen-year-old renting a room with a bunch of other guys in a dingy Vegas apartment. For so long I thought I just liked to play with toys and do dress up bunny style until one of the guys pointed out that he thought I was a little.
Kolb was the oldest of the four of us that shared the two-bedroom apartment, and he actually got me the job as a dancer. He was like the cool older brother who taught you the stuff no one else would. Dancing, gosh, we used to dance all the time and Kolb said I was a natural. He showed me about dating and kink apps and all kinds of stuff and most importantly, Kolb was my first crush. As far as first times went, I was glad it was with him. But then one day he just disappeared and one by one the rest of us went our separate ways. Kolb was our glue and I really hope he’s okay.
The first daddy I went out with took me to Cordes, the local BDSM club which was where I met Jobe. Kinda.
As soon as I went inside the littles room, that daddy disappeared. Lost to this new and exciting world, it wasn’t until closing time that I’d realized he was gone. I went outside to catch the bus, only I didn’t exactly know where I was.
“Excuse me, sir. Do you know what time the bus comes? My date left me here.” As embarrassing as that was to say, unfiltered honesty was who I was.
“Are you serious? You can’t take the bus at this time of night? Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” He winced as he nodded toward his car.
“Are you okay, mister?”
