CHANNING
It was so naughty.
It could have been anyone watching me.
But I’m glad it was Max…
Speaking of which, it was time to head down to Bark Buddies to see how the latest batch of new dogs were doing.
Bark Buddies were always grateful for volunteers helping, and with an adoption day coming up it was important to get all of the dogs washed and looking all fresh and even cuter looking than they already did.
‘Yo, we need to bounce!’ Max called out, walking into Channing’s room and looking classically dashing in his white t-shirt and blue denim jeans. ‘I want to get there early so I can help out with the food allocation. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m going to sneak Tracker an extra half-cup of biscuits.’
‘You love that dog!’ Channing laughed. ‘I get it. He’s big, strong, and has a heart of gold. Trust me, I know the type.’
The two men locked eyes and laughed.
They were falling deeply in love with each other, and although it was still unspoken, it was clear that the pair of them were catching the strongest of feelings.
‘Let’s go! Move that butt before I paddle it out of the door,’ Max said, rolling his eyes. ‘You can message your friends on the way there.’
Channing loved it when Max took control of the situation, and before long he had hopped off the bed and was walking out of the building door with Max.
‘I just need to make a couple of calls,’ Max said, taking out his refurbished cellphone and calling up Harrison to discuss a business opportunity he was mulling over.
Channing nodded and began to message his friends in their group chat…
Guys, I hope you had a nice juice this morning. I missed it, of course. BUT… I can’t lie, I did love my lazy start to the day too! Life is a total dream at the moment. Much naughtiness if you catch my drift… Anyway, have a good day and let’s meet up soon. Channing XoXoXo
You are a lucky boy! I just had another lame date with a guy who wouldn’t know how to properly treat a boy if his life depended on it. *SIGH* Oh well, at least seeing you so happy gives me hope! Tommy
Yay! Let’s do something SOON! I think we’re well overdue a rollerblade disco, right? We can finally settle the debate about who is fastest. I mean, obviously it’s me, but… Rick xxxx
Channing giggled as he read the messages from his friends. The group chat was always full of banter and good-natured insults flying around. But it was also nice for Channing to see how positive both Tommy and Rick were being about his relationship with Max.
These guys care about me.
It means a lot.
I hope I’m as good a friend to them as they are to me.
Channing put his phone away and held Max’s hand. Los Frisco was a generally very welcoming place to people of all identities and preferences. It felt so good to be able to walk hand in hand with Max and not fear any nasty comments or judgmental looks from strangers.
After a quick pit-stop to pick up two flat whites, Channing and Max made good time in their walk to Bark Buddies. On arrival, it was clear from the chaos going on that their arrival was perfectly timed.
With the potential dog adopters arriving in less than an hour, there was a serious amount of work to get through, and Teddy wasn’t shy about letting everyone know just how much…
‘Okay, guys and gals. We need to work our asses off!’ Teddy said, looking as cute as ever in his Bark Buddies uniform. ‘This is a big day, and I want us all to smash it. Remember, we’re doing this for the dogs!’
With that, everyone cheered, and the hard work could really begin.
Channing may have had a lazy start to the morning by his standards, but from this point onward it was very much a case of being back to some seriously strenuous work…
* * *
The morning and afternoon spent at Bark Buddies was incredibly fun, hard work, and ultimately very satisfying.
Channing was so happy to see a huge number of Los Frisco residents come and check out the center and fall in love with the dog who they would hopefully rehome in due time, once all the relevant checks had been undertaken.
‘Boy, that was something,’ Channing said, taking a small sip on the beer that Max had bought for him. ‘And this bar is actually kinda neat too.’
Max laughed.
‘See, I told you that you’d like it!’ Max said, putting his hand on Channing’s knee. ‘And what about Tracker? He had a fun time, but I don’t know if he met his forever family.’
‘I know, I felt so bad for him in the end,’ Channing said. ‘But he’s such a big dog. I can see why that might be off putting. I mean, I’d love to have him, but my place is too small. I’d want a bigger garden for him to rumble around in.’
‘He’ll find his home one day,’ Max said reassuringly. ‘He’s got too big of a heart not to. It just has to be the right person who sees his potential and can handle him.’
Channing and Max toasted to a hard day’s work and also to their beloved Tracker.
After sinking the first beer in quick time, Max decided to go up to the bar to get another round in.
Unfortunately for him, he did this at precisely the wrong moment.
Suddenly, the bar had filled, and Max found himself four deep as he waited for service.
‘Hang on kid, I’ll be back soon!’ Max said, shouting over the suddenly loud bar.
Channing smiled and waved back enthusiastically.
He didn’t drink beer all that often so waiting an extra few minutes before diving into the next beer might not be such a bad thing.
Hopefully Max would pick up a little bag of French fries at the bar too.
All the work at Bark Buddies had given Channing an appetite for some junk food.
However just as Channing was about to message his friends to say what a great time he had at Bark Buddies, he looked up and saw a figure towering over him.
‘Um, hello?’ Channing said, eyeing up the imposing figure with suspicion. ‘Can I help you?’
The man was at least six feet three inches and had a notable scar that zig-zagged just above his left eyebrow. His thick moustache and wicked smile were a strong look, but Channing wasn’t feeling this stranger’s energy at all.
Suddenly, Channing wanted Max to arrive back from the bar in double-quick time.
‘I’m here with someone, so…’ Channing said, hoping to put off this stranger’s unwanted attention.
‘Well why not make it a threesome then?’ the man said, a creepy tone to his voice.
With his black t-shirt and tight-fitting black jeans, the man’s strong physique and tattoo-covered arms were intimidating to say the least. Channing was strong for his size, but he knew that a man like this was a whole other ball park.
Channing looked anxiously over toward the bar and felt a sense of relief when he saw Max walking toward them. However Channing’s relief turned to fear when he saw just how angry Max was. If Channing didn’t know better, his instincts were telling him that Max knew this creep…
‘Hey, stay the fuck away Judd,’ Max said, slamming his drinks down on the table. ‘I don’t want you in a hundred miles of my boy.’
‘Well maybe I wouldn’t have to be,’ Judd said. ‘If only you’d answer my messages…’
Channing was alarmed.
This didn’t seem like a good situation whatsoever. If anything, the mention of this Judd guy sending Max messages was the worst thing of all. Why hadn’t Max mentioned the messages? Or mentioned Judd?
Suddenly, Channing felt a little bit insecure.
This wasn’t part of the plan for the rest of the day at all. Far from it, in fact.
‘You need to leave,’ Max said, clearly flustered.
‘Fucking make me,’ Judd retorted, inching toward Max with a look of troll-like menace on his face.
Before Channing could get a handle as to what was going on, Max and Judd were gripping onto one another, both attempting to show and push the other to the ground. They seemed evenly matched, and soon enough had drawn the attention of the entire bar.
With two burly security guys quickly on the scene, Judd took the hint and conceded.
‘I’ll see you soon, asshole,’ Judd said, addressing Max. ‘Good to meet you too in person by the way… Channing.’
Max looked angry and frustrated. Channing didn’t know what to make of it all.
‘It’s fine. Just some guy. No big deal,’ Max said, taking his seat and sipping on the beer. ‘Nothing to worry about. I promise, kid.’
Channing wanted to believe what Max was saying.
But wanting to believe and actually believing were two entirely different things. As far as Channing was concerned, this was a far from ideal way to bring an end to what had been a wonderful day.
Hopefully the evening back at home would be far less dramatic.
* * *
Channing was unsettled by what had happened at the bar, but fortunately Max was more than ready to step up to the plate and be the kind of Daddy that Channing needed.
‘You go and get changed into your fluffiest diaper and cutest romper,’ Max said. ‘I’ll make you a nice bottle of warm milk.’
‘Will… you… feed me?’ Channing said, his voice full of nerves. ‘Only if you want to.’
‘It’s all I want to do,’ Max replied. ‘I don’t like seeing my boy upset. And I know what you need to feel better too. Daddy always knows.’
Channing hurried to his bedroom and got stripped down as quickly as he could.
Standing naked, Channing’s slender body looked angelic as he picked out his snuggest black and white cow-patterned romper. After getting into his diaper and then buttoning up the romper, Channing was ready to go.
As he walked back into the kitchen, Channing was blown away by what he saw.
Max was topless and holding a bottle of warm milk in his hand.
Channing had never seen a more appealing sight in his life and in that moment he knew that he was falling so hard for Max that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself even if he tried.
Max looked as handsome as ever and his body was a sight to behold.
But it was more than just a physical thing.
Max looked like the kind, caring Daddy that Channing had always so desperately wanted him to be.
‘Milk time,’ Max said. ‘Come on, let’s go into the couch. You can cuddle up in my lap and I’ll feed you until you’re full.’
Channing walked with Max and immediately hopped up onto his Daddy’s lap as he sat down on the cozy couch. The feeling of Max’s strong, warm upper body was making Channing forget about the earlier drama in extra-quick time.
‘Now, open up and suckle,’ Max said. ‘It’s time for my baby boy to feel safe, warm, and full of the good stuff.’
Channing cooed and began to suckle.
It felt incredible.
Feeding himself was one thing, and it felt good when the Miss Applebottom at Beach Babies fed him too.
But nothing compared to this.
Nothing would ever come close to being fed his milkies by a Daddy like Max.
The evening might have gone in a bad direction earlier on, but right in that moment as he felt himself slipping into a truly wonderful Little space, Channing felt like the luckiest Little in all of Los Frisco.