Chapter 2
Chapter two
Drake – Las Vegas
Chicago had been fun, with the high of getting up on that stage in front of such a huge audience. It was fucking thrilling. We stuck around and watched Midnight Hunt play, so even by the time we got to the hotel, I was still stoked, riding the wave.
Matty seemed nearly as excited and full of energy. He was bouncing around the hotel room until I grabbed him and tossed him on the bed.
He squirmed all over the place, pulling his clothes off and tossing them around the room without bothering to look where they went.
Seeing his naked body moving around, whether we were fucking or he was dancing, never failed to turn me on.
I had a half-chub by the time I grabbed him around the waist, lifting him off the bed. “Settle down.”
“I’m too ‘cited, Daddy.” And there was his little persona peeking out and amping up everything.
Well, if he wanted to go there. “Then you’re going to get a spanking.”
“Oh no. No spankies…” He wriggled in my arms, trying to get away. But I knew damned well that he wasn’t really trying.
“Yes, spankies.” I sat on the edge of the bed and tossed him over my lap. “Sit still or I’m going to hit more than your butt, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He calmed a little but still squirmed a bit.
Until I gave him the first swat. The sound cracked through the room.
His little butt cheek was pink with my handprint already, but he stilled instantly.
I gave him a few more swats until his ass was red and my dick was rock hard.
I never thought I’d be into that or any of the stuff Matty and I got up to, but he was willing and so was I, apparently.
“Now I’m going to fuck you. Go get the lube and a condom.”
He scrambled to obey without a word, returning quickly with both.
I took the lube from him. “Put the condom on me.” As he did, I squeezed the lube on my fingers.
“Spread your legs. Here. In front of me. More.” I had him facing me with legs spread pretty wide.
I reached underneath his balls and stuck my lubed finger up his ass.
Then added a second one and gave him some stretches, but I was too turned on to do much more than that, and we’d fucked last night, so he could take it.
I needed my dick inside that ass fast. “Turn around.”
When he turned, I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me. It took a little finagling, but before long, my cock was inside, and he was sitting on my lap. “Ride me, boy.”
He bounced up and down, working that energy out and mewling softly as he did.
But I wanted to see what my hands left on his ass.
I held him securely as I flipped him around, his knees on the mattress.
Now I could see his tight ass, all pinked up.
I practically growled as I watched my dick tunneling in and out between his cheeks.
“Fuck, Matty. This is your punishment for not settling when I told you to.”
He squeaked.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Then I fucked him hard and fast, chasing my orgasm until I came hard. Since it was a punishment, I was going to make him take care of his own orgasm. When I finished, I pulled out and disposed of the condom. Matty hadn’t moved. “Good boy.”
I dropped to my back on the bed and moved him around until he was kneeling over my stomach. His cock was hard, pointing out. I handed him the lube. “Make yourself come.”
He squirted some in his hand, then rubbed his cockhead.
He stroked and moaned, and while he worked it, I stuck my fingers in his hole again, searching for his prostate.
I’d taken what I wanted, but now it was time to give a little back.
When I tagged it, Matty grunted and came hard, shooting all over my stomach and chest. When he finished, he practically collapsed on the bed beside me.
“Poor boy.” I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then lips. “I’ve got you, Matty.” I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, then brought a warm cloth back to take care of him.
His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t quite asleep. I tucked my boy in bed, pulling the sheet and blanket over his shoulders. “Night, Matty.”
“Mmm…”
He was so adorable. I wanted him in my life more.
I wanted him to be my boyfriend. While I didn’t think he was fucking around with anyone else at the moment, I also knew he worked in a strip club.
He probably had offers—No. Scratch that, he definitely had offers all the time.
Why would he want to be with me? A grumpy, demanding daddy.
The next day, we were all on a plane back to Vegas.
Well, Star Fly was. Bramble Punk and Midnight Hunt had a tour to finish.
And with luck, we could cut an album soon.
We worked out a lot of details in Chicago before the concert, but now Donny had to take that back for the changes.
It was hard for me to reconcile the two images I had of the man.
When we were all together talking about recording and promoting, he was a slick lawyer.
But then in the hallway, playing with Kay and Matty on those overgrown tricycle things, he was all little, not unlike my baby-boy.
It’d been fun watching them, and everyone else, jump in. Even Finn took a turn racing up and down the hall, the lunatic.
Arriving in Vegas late that night, I stared at the Strip, lit up like a continuous Fourth of July fireworks display. It was a great view, and I was able to pick out a lot of the landmarks, including the new Sphere. How fun would it be to play there? I couldn’t even imagine it.
Matty leaned over me. “Wow, Daddy. What a view.” He gave a low whistle.
“It is but sit back now. We’re stopping.”
It took longer than I would have liked to get off the plane and down to the short-term parking garage where we’d left a couple of vehicles.
Thankfully, none of us checked bags, and soon enough, we were on the road.
Matty and Gonzo rode with me in my truck, while Finn and Tank took Finn’s beat-up Toyota.
I dropped Gonzo off first. “Matty, do you have to work tomorrow?”
“No. I took tomorrow off, too. I didn’t know how tired I would be.”
“Want to, uh…my place?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He turned his face up to me, and I kissed him sweetly before putting the truck in gear. A quiet night at home with Matty sounded great, and it would probably be a long time before we got that again. Maybe Matty suspected the same, because a heavy lull covered the evening.
Things got back to normal pretty quickly, though.
It would be a while before we actually made it to Miami and bills still had to be paid.
I did handyman jobs on the side to make ends meet.
Too bad I didn’t have my old man’s mechanic skills, since that would have paid better.
Getting busy arranging some work was a high priority.
I also had to call around to some clubs.
We loved playing the dives, but they didn’t pay much.
And Club Black Ace, our favorite, only paid in drinks.
To be fair, we took advantage of that. I was hoping we could score some better pay, now that we had interest from Midnight Hunt, and I was not above name-dropping.
Three hours later, I had a gig. Better than Black Ace, but not Caesars Palace for sure. I chuckled to myself. It was nowhere near that level. But it was a start. Maybe when…
I couldn’t focus on the future when rent was due. I texted the guys in our group chat.
Several texts came back quickly.
I couldn’t wait. It was a Thursday, so I expected less of a crowd, but the pay was premium for this level. I wanted us to do well enough to get asked back. So, we were actually going to have to practice.
Oddly, there was silence in the chat.
They might have been reluctant, but they would do it. They knew what was at stake and they wanted it. Hell, none of us came from much, and we knew if we wanted something, we had to grab it.
Lord knew Dad tried with me, and I could have turned out so much worse.
I got into all kinds of seedy trouble as a teen.
Until I met Finn. He taught me to play guitar and channel my emotions into music.
The rest was fucking history. Not that Finn was a damn savior.
He was an asshole ninety-nine percent of the time.
But all that joking and riling other people up was a cover for all the emotional shit he couldn’t channel into the music.
He had it in spades—had to. His fucking mom.
She was way worse than my dad. But both of us had to break away from our families as fast as possible, and music helped us do it without ending up in jail or dead.
Now it was time to move to the next level. To show the universe that we were more than a bunch of rough, horny fuckers.
I held the back door open at Vegas Motor City on Thursday afternoon while the guys hauled equipment in.
Our practice went well, and we’d agreed on a solid lineup.
I was confident, but still nervous. A few more gigs like this would help keep us all afloat until the big Miami payday.
And we had no clue how long it would take for Donny to come back with another round of contracts.
Plus, I wanted a lawyer of my own to look at it, if I could afford it.
Mainly, I wanted to keep the excitement going for the guys, so I pitched in to get it all set up on stage and run through a sound check.
I met with the club manager, who gave me an envelope of cash to share with the guys.
He’d even broken the three hundred bucks into smaller bills, so we could go ahead and split it up.
I hated it when fuckers paid us in big bills.
So impractical. “Thanks, man.” I shook his hand and went to talk with the guys.