Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Beck
“I don’t know what to do, Jobe. My heart says pack my bags and move in with Daddy today while my head is too scared to agree.” Terrified was more like it.
“I tell you what,” Jobe grabbed his notebook and a pencil. Daddy had dropped me off at Jobe and Daddy Stanley’s house on his way to work so I could spend the day there. “Let’s do a Pros and Cons list. Now, what are your pros?”
“Hmm,” the first one came right away. “I’d always get to sleep with my Daddy every night.”
“Good start. What else?”
“I wouldn’t have to eat alone. It makes me sad when Daddy isn’t there to have dinner with me.”
“Another good one, keep going.”
Jobe wrote them down as I fired them off, then came the hard part.
“You’ve got a lot of pros, Beck,” he turned the notepad around for me to see. “What cons do you have?”
That one was much harder. Daddy was so good to me, and I know he loved his Bunny. “Only one. I’m scared to give up everything only to lose Daddy one day and have to start all over again.” With a broken heart, but I left that part out.
Jobe looked at me like I’d sprouted another head. “You don’t get it, do you? Our daddies aren’t programmed that way. They love us and they love us hard. I get it though, it’s hard to not let your past dictate your present and neither of our pasts are bright and shiny.”
“As much as I think I want to be a fulltime little I know it won’t work for me.
I want to earn my own money. I mean, what if I find something special to buy for Daddy?
I can’t use his money for that. It wouldn’t be right.
” Plus having money in the bank would ease some of the insecurity I have.
Like a mental independence my psyche needed.
“True, but have you considered part-time work?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what. I’ve only ever worked fast food and danced and I’m over dodging drunks trying to grope me.” Or in last night’s case, grab and grind me against his erection. Yuck!
“I take it by the look on your face that last night was a grope?”
“Yes. Stupid people who think it’s okay to do that.
I’ll never understand it. No means no and they were told that at the door.
” The bouncers were adamant about that, and we tipped them well to keep us safe.
In hindsight, it was kinda sad that we had to do that when technically they had been hired to protect us and the club.
“Had a few too many experiences like that myself.” Given Jobe’s last one when his daddy rescued him, I didn’t ask for more examples. I’d seen enough damage done to his body by others over the years to know better.
“Is that your only con?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” he tossed the notebook back on the desk. “You are the only thing holding you back from making what I, as the outsider looking in, can see as the best decision of your life.”
“As far as moving in, yes. But what about the job sitch?”
“Sorry, forgot about part deux. I just signed a contract with a reputable BDSM wear retailer for an exclusive line. I can’t model them for myself and make the necessary adjustments to them while they’re on me, so I need an extra body.
What if I pay you to be my human form model?
The stationary one I have isn’t as realistic as I’d like, but you clearly have a lithe, dancer’s body, which is perfect for this. ”
“We’re the same size,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yes, but as previously stated, I can’t make the alterations while wearing the gear and rather than keep taking them off and on until each one is right, it’ll be much easier with another model on hand.”
“Really? Jobe, that would be so perfect. Daddy can drop me off on the days he’s in the office and we can work and be together and play.” I got more and more excited with each word and Jobe rolled his eyes at me.
“Don’t make me regret this decision,” but he smiled and I knew he was kidding so I tackle hugged him. “Ugh, you’re killing me. Can’t breathe.”
“Fibber!” I giggled. “I love you so much, Jobe.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he waved a careless hand through the air. “I love you too, Squirt.”
Jobe gave me a nickname that wasn’t jackass or goober. I felt so loved.
“When do we get to start? Want to have a tea party?” Excitement got the best of me, and I was all squirmy to do something. I had a mad case of excited bunny hops to work off.
“First, I have a gift from your Daddy we need to get sorted out.” My eyes never left Jobe as he walked over to the closet and pulled out a garment bag. “Let’s see how this fits. Should be perfect given everything I make is always in your size.”
Jobe unzipped the bag and my eyes widened. “Bunny!”
“Yes, Daddy Crispin commissioned a new bunny costume for you.” Jobe held up a finger before I could protest. “And yes, I will do my best to repair the one you already have, but now you’ll have two.”
I was the luckiest boy in the world!
“Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny,” I chanted as I stripped down.
Jobe smiled and shook his head. “Okay, hold onto my shoulders as you step into the feet.” The footies were squishy soft under my toes.
Jobe must’ve lined them with fuzzy fuzzies.
He pulled it up my body, slid the bunny hood over my head and zipped it up.
“There, go look in the mirror and let me know if you want anything changed.”
I hopped over to the full-length mirror and smiled at the cute bunny staring back at me.
“Here, one last accessory,” he handed me a stuffed carrot. “There, utter perfection.”
It really was. I turned to the side and shook my tushy, giggling when the fluffy white bunny tail bobbed around. “I love it! Thank you, Jobe. It’s perfect.”
“Any changes or alterations?”
“Nope, I can still wear a pull-up with it.” Oops, forgot to mention I liked those before. “Um, yeah, does that make me weird?”
“Not in the least, but I’m not the one you need the approval from on that.”
“I’ll tell Daddy!” I hollered as I hopped down the hall, around the corner and right into a… “Daddy!” I squealed and wrapped my arms around him. “Look at my new bunny suit Jobe made me. I’m a bunny, see my tail?” I wiggled it for him and he laughed.
“You are one adorable bunny, but what do you need to tell daddy?”
“I’m out of pullups!” I bounced away. “Hoppity, hoppity, hop,” and sang as I bunny zoomied around their ginormous place. “Hippity hoppity Easter’s on its way!” I came to a screeching halt. “Daddy, isn’t Easter soon?”
“Yes, my silly Bunny, it is.”
“Daddy, daddy, daddy, guess what?” I squealed and did a happy dance. “Jobe hired me as his model!”
“That’s fantastic, Bunny. I guess everything in your world has been righted.”
“Everything but you. Can we get my stuff moved in this weekend? My place came furnished so the big stuff stays. Shoot, I have to give a notice to my landlord. How do I do that?”
Jobe crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Consider it given.”
“Wait, what?”
He shook his head. “Who did you think your landlord was?”
“Some LLC I electronically make the deposits to.” Duh. He’s the one that set it up for me.
“Who do you think owns that LLC?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I figured it was someone you knew since you helped me.”
“Bingo! When I bought my unit, it was bigger than I needed so when I remodeled and made my side into a two-bedroom I decided to rent out the one-bedroom unit to you. Put my old furniture in it and bought new for me after the work was done.” I should’ve known something was up given how cheap my rent was in such a nice, secure building.
“But-but, you hardly knew me.”
“True, but I had a good feeling about you and after you helped me that night, I knew I could trust you. You’re the only friend I’ve ever had, Beck.”
How could I not hug him after that?
“Oof!” Well, maybe not as hard as I just did.
“You’re my bestest friend ever, Jobe.”
“Ditto, Squirt.” He ruffled my hair, and I took off hopping back down the hall and circled back around.
“Let’s order a celebratory dinner,” Daddy Stanley said.
“Can I have a hamburger and fries, please?”
“Only if you promise to eat your carrots, Bunny,” Daddy teased, but he knew I loved carrots.
“Silly Daddy, those are my favorite. Daddy, can we pick up Goldie on the way home?” I hated leaving her alone.
“Absolutely, sweet boy. Let’s have dinner with Daddy Stanley and Jobe and then we can stop by your place and pick up some of your things on our way home. Sound like a plan?”
My head bobbed up and down. “Yes, Daddy, thank you. Your plans are always perfect.” Suddenly it hit me just how much I had.
I’d been in that apartment for about five years now and while I moved in with next to nothing, I accumulated kind of a lot of stuff over the years.
Plus, everything I just got for Christmas.
Whoa, my life completely changed in a month’s time. No wonder I was scared.
“You alright, baby boy? You went from hopping off a sugar high to dead silent?” Daddy rubbed my back as I stood beside him.
“Just kinda realized I have a lot of stuff to pack. Where am I gonna keep my toys?” I had cute little bins I got at the dollar store for them. I loved stalking the after Easter sales. There was so much fun bunny stuff for cheap then.
“I have the perfect room for that.” The doorman came in holding a bunch of bags. “Let me help Daddy Stanley with dinner.”
“Once Beck is settled in, we’ll have you both over more often,” Daddy told them during dinner. “We have few things to sort out, some minor remodeling and such, but give it a couple of weeks and we’ll be ready to reveal.”
What in the world was Daddy up to now? “Sneaky Daddy, what are you gonna make?” It would be fun to watch Daddy all sweaty, lifting heavy stuff. Shirtless…
“Well for starters, I know a little bunny who needs his own playroom to hop around in. Maybe a playground in the backyard. This Daddy has waited a long time to find his boy and he’s not letting him go.”
“Daddy,” the tears fell and wouldn’t stop.
No one ever gave me anything of my own I mean, Jobe made sure I had a safe place to live which was more than I could ever ask for.
Now Daddy wants to make me all these fun things to keep his boy happy.
“I thought you were doing work stuff. You don’t have to do all those things just for me.
I’m happy with you, not the things you give me.
” Bun-Bun and Daddy bear and the toys I got for Christmas were way more than I ever had in my entire life. “I’m not a greedy boy.”
“I know that, sweet Bunny,” Daddy hugged me and kissed my cheek. “You deserve the world and the fact you appreciate the simplest of things makes me want to do even more for you.”
Jobe and Daddy Stanley had some boxes and tape in their storage unit they gave us. After dinner we loaded them up and Daddy buckled his Bunny in then we were off to change my life forever.
Please, whoever is listening, don’t let me screw this up.