“Thank you, Princess Ellie.” Giggles filled the room as we raced off to complete our mission.
2
Daniel
Sweat started to drip down my face as I stood in my workshop, surrounded by boxes scattered all around me. I was taking inventory to ensure everything was ready to be packed for the upcoming fair. I separated the wooden blocks into matching sets and placed them in the boxes, followed by some wooden race cars.
My eyes bounced back and forth as I looked around to see what else needed to be packed. I had some small bookshelves andfloating wall shelves that couldn’t fit in boxes. I decided not to sell any of my big furniture pieces; it would be difficult enough with just David and me getting everything set up.
I met my best friend, David, last year while he was painting a mural in the Little’s playroom at The Naughty Nook, our local kink club. We discovered we were both Daddy Doms looking for our special boy, and have been best friends since.
Occasionally, I would get Daddies or Mommies who wanted detailed designs on their shelves or toys. If it was something I couldn’t do myself, I hired David to paint it. I could paint well enough to finish my furniture or decorative pieces, but David’s art was truly amazing. I was proud of the pieces I made, and it made me even happier when I got the chance to let my best friend transform them into something even more beautiful.
My shirt started to stick to me as I looked at the clock on the shop wall. David should be here soon for dinner. I carefully grabbed the mobiles hanging in the corner and placed them in the boxes.
The soft matte finish of the blocks felt soothing against my skin as I picked up the dragon-themed set. When David dropped the finished sets off, I took one look at one and just knew it belonged in my playroom.
Each block had one side with a cute cartoon-style dragon, and the remaining sides had different shapes and swirls of color. While everything he painted was beautiful, for some reason, this particular set called out to me, so I gathered the blocks and headed back to the main house.
My father taught me woodworking when I was a young child.He worked in construction but had always enjoyed the craft as a hobby, and he passed his skills on to me. I was thankful for the time I spent in the workshop with my dad. It gave me a valuable skill set and a way to express myself.
It was because of those skills that I was able to start my business and provide well for myself. At forty-five, I had a fantastic job that allowed me to do what I loved and brought joy to my clients. It also allowed me to live comfortably. Hopefully, one day it will help me provide for and spoil my boy, too.
I sighed in relief as I entered through the back door, thankful to be back in the cool air. My feet ached as I headed down the hall to the playroom. I placed the set of blocks on top of the wooden bookshelf I had made and stacked them in a pyramid, each side displaying its colorful dragon.
My heart ached as I stared at them in longing. I was so thankful for everything I had in life, and reveled in the hard work it took to achieve it. But as I got older, I couldn’t help but yearn for someone to share it with.
My stomach growled, pulling me from my lonely thoughts. I left the room, closing the door behind me. I quickly put our dinner in the oven so I could shower. I was looking forward to a good meal and quality time with my friend.
David and I had seen each other in passing as we worked on projects, but it’d been a couple of weeks since we were able to get together for dinner. With both of us owning our businesses, our schedules were pretty flexible, but preparing for the annual craft fair had been taking up a lot of our free time.
I quickly showered and dressed in some sweatpants and a blackt-shirt before heading to the kitchen to check on the food. My mouth watered as the lasagna and garlic bread wafted through the air. “He’d better get here soon… I’m starving.” I spent most of the day sweating in my workshop getting everything ready, and was more than ready to sit down with a cold drink and eat some carbs.
Lasagna and garlic bread were two of my favorites, but I didn’t often indulge in them. I usually ate healthier meals to help maintain my health and energy while I worked in the shop all day. As I pulled everything out of the oven, I heard my front door open.
“Hey, man, I’m here. Fuck, that smells good.” I turned around to see David rubbing his belly. I chuckled.
“Hey. I made my Lasagna and garlic bread.”
“Aww, my favorite… “ he let out a low chuckle as he smirked. “If you want in my pants, you should’ve just asked. No need for all this trouble.”
I barked out a laugh. His playfulness always made my day a little brighter. While my best friend is an attractive man, there’s never been anything between us. We both couldn’t wait for the day when we could get together and have our boys snuggled up to us as we all talked.
“It’s my favorite, too. I figured we both deserved a good meal since we’ve been so busy.”
He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer for us as I brought our food to the table. We both got seated across fromone another and started sipping on our drinks while the food cooled.
“I went to the Naughty Nook last night to meet with a client about a project, and Jack said they were looking to add more toys to the little’s play room.”
Jack was the owner of the BDSM club. Daniel and I used to visit the club almost every weekend, but with preparing for the upcoming fair, we haven’t had the time. We weren’t much into hooking up, but it was nice to grab a drink and hang out in a safe place with like-minded people.
“He asked me if I thought you’d be interested in selling any of your toys. He wants to support businesses in the community instead of just purchasing things from bigger stores.”
“I would love to! We’ll have to stop by soon so I can talk to him about it. Are you bringing anything to sell at the fair?”
“I don’t think so… I haven’t had much free time outside of my projects, and I’ll be making a percentage from the stuff I painted.” I always ensured he got a decent cut of the profits from our shared work and knew that if everything sold as I hoped, he would be taken care of.
“I think those blocks will be a huge hit. I decided to keep the dragon set.” He chuckled as he started to dig into his food. “Your future boy is going to be spoiled rotten.” My eyes widened as I gasped playfully,
