4. Reece
Chapter 4
Reece
‘I guess if I have to hide somewhere, here isn’t so bad,’ I say, peering out of my beachside villa’s large panoramic window. ‘Beach view. Blue ocean. What’s not to love?’
I’m trying to be positive.
But there’s a niggling feeling inside me that I can’t shake.
Ever since running into that asshole paparazzo Tony Ripper at the construction site, my mind has been doing all kinds of crazy things to itself.
I was out for a morning run on the marina and at every turn I felt like I was being watched. I didn’t see Tony, or any other paparazzo for that matter, but the thought was implanted in my brain and it was hard to shake.
You might think that I’d be used to press intrusion into my life.
I mean, I kind of got used to it during my playing career. And it’s not like the press are any less intrusive in Europe either. If anything, they are sometimes even worse.
But when I was playing, I grew to accept the fact that I was in the public spotlight. I didn’t enjoy the attention, but grudgingly went along with it because I knew that being a superstar soccer player came at a price.
The press intrusion reached its peak in the buildup to my final professional match. Everyone knew it was a huge final, and the media narrative had been that this would be the perfect crowning glory to put a final seal of greatness on my legacy.
Of course, fate has a funny habit of kicking you in the ass.
In the days before the big game, I could feel my body finally giving up to the ravages of time. I’d had a long, highly decorated career but the toll of one too many injuries over the years was suddenly beginning to show.
Come game day, I knew something wasn’t right.
And so it proved.
My final appearance as a professional soccer player lasted less than half an hour. My left hamstring blew up in such a way that no amount of rehab on the pitch was going to get me through the remainder of the game.
I screamed in pain as I felt my hamstring tear, but the reality was that the tears on my face were more down to the fact that I knew this was my last time on the pitch as a professional.
Truly, it hadn’t been the way I wanted to go out.
Bu what made it worse was the intensity of the press coverage that followed. I even had a photographer sneak into my private hospital room and take a photo of me as I was having an assessment.
It wasn’t right, and I felt a deep sense that my privacy was being invaded way beyond anything that could be considered an acceptable level.
When I retired, I figured the big bonus would be that I’d be left alone. Or at least wouldn’t find myself being followed and spied upon at every turn like this asshole Tony seems to be doing.
I’ve got no proof, but I’m pretty damn sure it was Tony Ripper who followed me and Lane when we raced up Lost Torros canyon.
And if Ripper was willing to do that, and then track down the construction site for my new home then who knows what else he’d be willing to do…
‘Fuck. I need to shake this asshole out of my thoughts,’ I grumble, moving away from the window and walking over toward my imported coffee machine. ‘A shot of espresso and maybe a quick message to Xander should help…’
I make myself a piping hot espresso and sit down on my large L-shaped couch. Even the thought of messaging Xander makes me smile. There’s something about him, that’s for sure.
I’ve lived all over Europe and seen a thousand different boys.
But no one quite matches up to Xander.
Xander’s big, strong, and if he wasn’t a construction worker could easily pass as a wrestler or NFL player. But knowing that he’s a boy is driving me wild .
I start typing out a message to Xander, something about the build, but all I can think about is what Xander would look like in a skin-hugging romper, preferably one with button flaps at the back for when his strong, muscular ass needs to feel the sting of my hand…
‘Jeez. I need to be careful or I’m going to start typing out a booty call,’ I say, sipping on my espresso. ‘But that damn boy is on my mind in a major way…’
Xander, we need to go over some important aspects of the build. I need to clarify that we’re on the same page with the downstairs floorplan. I’m sending over some minor alterations now. REECE.
Hey, good to hear from you, Reece. I’m at the site now actually. I’ll take a look at the plans, but if you want to come over, we can go over them one on one to make sure I’ve got everything on point for you? XANDER
The boy wants me to come to the site. Well, it’s not like I’m doing anything apart from sitting around here, is it?
There’s a chance that sonofabitch Tony Ripper might be around – but even if he is, I can sneak out of my private garage and lose him quick enough.
My mind’s made up, I’m getting my ass in gear and driving over to the site. But before I do I think a quick spray of my favorite cologne and a change into my freshest, sharpest shirt should do the trick.
Xander might be my construction guy, but he’s still a boy – and a boy that I want to impress and have some fun with.
While Xander might be confident that he’s got everything under control with the build, I’ll be keeping a very keen eye on all the details. It might only take one mistake or lack of attention to detail, but if this boy needs putting in his place then I’m the Daddy to do it…
This doesn’t look quite right.
In fact, it looks absolutely nothing like it should…
‘Care to explain this, Xander?’ I say, taking a step back from the east wall outline at the rear of the building plot.
The sun may be shining, but my mood has suddenly take a turn for the worse. After driving from my beach house to the construction site, I was initially impressed with the initial groundwork that had been completed.
Xander seemed damn pleased with himself too – cocky even.
But if there’s one thing I hate more than pretty much anything else in the world it’s deviations from the plan. Or more specifically, deviations from my plan.
‘Okay, about that,’ Xander says, walking over toward me in his blue work dungaree with no t-shirt underneath. ‘The thing is-’
‘The thing is? There is no the thing is ,’ I interject, sensing bullshit.
‘Okay, if you let me finish,’ Xander continues, his slightly impudent tone raising my heckles. ‘We had to adjust the east wall to allow for the rock we’ll be cutting into around the rear.’
‘And you can’t just remove that rock instead?’ I say, unimpressed. ‘I’m paying you a huge amount of money here. I’m not in the business of short cuts and easy work arounds.’
‘We’re already on a crazy deadline…’
‘A deadline that was factored into your price and agreed with your partner,’ I say, sensing that Xander really isn’t taking on board what I’m saying. ‘Or maybe I need to speak with Lane from now on?’
‘ Pffft . I’m as much of the boss as Lane is,’ Xander says, rolling his eyes. ‘Maybe you should just relax for a moment?’
I don’t know if Xander is doing this on purpose.
Maybe he’s totally oblivious to the fact that he’s being so bratty. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he was testing me and trying to gauge just how much he’ll be able to get away with on the remainder of the build.
Well, if that’s Xander’s game then he’s in for one hell of a shock…
‘I will not be spoken to like that, boy,’ I bark, not leaving any room for misunderstanding. ‘Do you understand?’
‘I… but… I mean…’ Xander stutters, his cheeks flushing red and a far more submissive side coming to the fore from this huge boy.
‘No, I’m not risking this happening again,’ I say, seizing the moment. ‘Give me a safeword. Right now. You’re getting your bottom spanked right here and now.’
‘W-w-what… I… you can’t… but…’ Xander splutters, battling with his words before realizing that he’s in a corner and he’s not getting out. ‘Strawberry. My safeword is strawberry.’
‘Undo your dungarees and let them drop to your ankles,’ I growl, waiting and watching as Xander duly obliges. ‘Now walk over to those metal poles.’
I watch as Xander’s hulking frame shuffles over toward the metal poles.
I can see the tops of his butt cheeks flexing as they poke out of his tiny white briefs. I’m not going to have a single problem ensuring that I hit the target when it comes to this booty, that’s for sure.
‘Now hold onto those poles and stick that ass out for me,’ I bark, my eyes widening and my cock hardening as Xander does exactly what I tell him.
Xander’s a natural born submissive, I can see that clearly now.
He may be a mountain of a man, but what Xander craves more than anything is clear, old fashioned instruction from a natural born Daddy.
‘You won’t be needing these,’ I say, putting my hands into the flimsy waistband of Xander’s briefs and ripping them off his body in one swift movement. ‘And you can go commando for the rest of the day to remind you what happens to naughty construction boys.’
‘Y-y-y-yes… Daddy,’ Xander says, his voice trembling.
‘Now hold on tight, this is absolutely going to hurt your big, round butt cheeks,’ I growl.
‘ Owwwweeee !’ Xander cries, the first of my spanks landing perfectly at the center of his strong left buttock before I land another on his right cheek. ‘ Owwwwwww !’
‘Just remember, you asked for this,’ I bark, bringing my hand down for another rapid fire double, one on each cheek. ‘And I’ll stop when I’m convinced that you’ve learned your lesson boy.’
‘But what if the others come back?’ Xander says in between spanks. ‘They’ll see me naked and with my butt out.’
‘If I was you, I’d focus on me right now,’ I roar. ‘If your crew sees you, you might just learn your lesson even better.’
I continue to bring my hand down, alternating the spanks between Xander’s rapidly reddening butt cheeks.
With my dick thumpingly hard inside my brief-shorts, I know that I need to keep my focus on delivering the best possible discipline to this unruly, sassy boy.
‘I’m the boss, and you need to remember that,’ I say, unleashing a series of six spanks, each one landing perfectly and making the most delightful cracking sound on Xander’s exposed ass. ‘If you want to change something, you ask me. Understood?’
‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy! I understand!’ Xander hollers, his voice full of anguish as I continue to dish out the hardest, most accurate spanks I’ve ever delivered.
Maybe it’s Xander and his perfectly proportioned butt, but I don’t think I’ve ever delivered such a flawless spanking – and I know I’ve never enjoyed one as much as this!
I can see that Xander is beginning to wilt under the intensity of the spanking. He’s a big guy, but underneath all that muscle he’s still a boy.
‘Hold on, we’re in the final stretch now,’ I say, my voice full of tough love. ‘Six… five… four… three… two… and… one!’
As I deliver the final spank, Xander turns and faces me, his hands immediately grabbing his scorching hot cheeks.
I look down and see Xander’s large, thick cock is soft from the pain of the spanking but no less impressive in its size.
But those kinds of thoughts can wait.
I’ve got a boy in need of some well-earned love and attention.
‘Here, I’ll rub some of this into your sore tush, baby boy,’ I say, crouching down and taking out a trusted travel sized tub of cooling gel from my shoulder bag. ‘Let me work this into those sore spots. You’ll be good in no time.’
‘Thank you,’ Xander says. ‘I think I get where you’re coming from now. I probably should have asked about making that change.’
‘Probably?’
‘I mean definitely,’ Xander says, his voice soft and understated as he enjoys the feeling of the cooling gel on his throbbing cheeks.
‘Here, you might enjoy this too,’ I say, pausing the massage and reaching again into my bag for a brand new pacifier.
Xander doesn’t say anything – he doesn’t need to.
The boy simply takes the pacifier from me and inserts it into his mouth.
I can see from the look of peace and tranquility in his eyes that the pacifier is just about the perfect accompaniment to the cooling gel.
Xander is a true baby boy, there’s not even a shred of doubt about that.
Maybe it was my Little radar, but I knew from the second I saw Xander that he was a very special boy indeed. And now with our little misunderstanding sorted, I can’t see a single reason why we can’t make the most of this construction project.
Xander might be building me a dream home – but the pair of us could well be about to build something extra special between us too…