7. Xander
Chapter 7
Xander
The early morning clouds didn’t exactly put me in a great mood. I love working outdoors, but if I wake up and see that the sky is full of ominously grey clouds then I often think the worst.
Working in construction, there’s nothing worse than a rainy day.
Wet equipment, wet work surfaces, and soaking wet clothes aren’t exactly conducive to a long, hard day of manual labor.
And given the fact that Reece sent me a long email detailing all his highly specific demands last night, the last thing I want to attempt is sticking to all the many instructions in work conditions that resemble a tropical monsoon.
But…
I’ve been on site with the other Blue Collar Boys for nearly three hours now and slowly but surely those dark, thick clouds are making way for a far more welcoming blue sky.
Instead of rain, we’re looking at another day of sun – and none of us are complaining!
‘Yo, Xander, how is the steel delivery doing?’ Lane calls out, looking jacked in his white vest and blue work pants.
‘Should be here in an hour, maybe forty minutes,’ I reply, putting my heavy duty mallet down and taking a moment to soak in the sun’s rays. ‘Fingers crossed, but I think we can check off a lot of the week’s work today.’
‘Right, and hopefully we don’t cop any shit from Bellham either,’ River grumbles, his shoulder length blonde hair tied back and his tanned torso on full display.
‘Something tells me Reece Bellham will have plenty to say no matter what we do,’ Jason says, putting down his hammer and taking a long drink from his water bottle. ‘Another millionaire client with a million demands that all must be met. Right, guys?’
I look around and see the rest of the crew chuckling in agreement.
I mean, don’t get me wrong – Jason makes a good point. We’ve had many projects that have involved rich people, and it does seem like the richer the client the more demanding they become.
But this time it’s different.
This time I think I’ve got some pretty real feelings for the rich client.
Of course, the guys know that something’s going on between me and Reece, and I’m pretty sure that both Jason and River are doing their best to get a rise out of me with their comments.
Part of me thinks I should laugh along with them and not give the guys any reason to tease me. But I feel a protective over Reece too – he might be as dominant a Daddy Dom as I’ve met, but this is my kingdom and I want to protect my Daddy…
‘You know, if he wasn’t so demanding, Reece would never have made it to the top of the soccer world,’ I say, immediately cringing as I realize how much of a fanboy I sound like. ‘But whatever. You guys just keep roasting him. See if I care.’
I’m making things a million times worse, and the sound of my friends laughing makes this even clearer to me. I couldn’t help but step in and try to defend Reece. I know from personal – and painful – experience how controlling he can be over the details of his project, but I actually kinda like it.
‘Check out Xander defending his Daddy!’ River hollers, the rest of the guys playfully whistling and laughing along with him.
‘I guess all it takes is one good butt roasting and our Little friend is practically married!’ Lane adds, winking at me as the words roll off his tongue.
In the end, I can’t help but join in the laughter.
We might all be the most macho and burly Littles, but what truly bonds us is our sense of humor.
‘Okay, okay, I know I’m being corny,’ I laugh. ‘But… all I’m saying is that after that spanking, I’m pretty keen that we stick to Reece’s instructions. It’s my ass on the line here – literally!’
I decide to get back to work and in less than ten seconds, the whole crew is working hard too. We love to laugh and joke around with one another, but there probably isn’t a harder working construction crew in all of the west coast.
I’m loading a huge stack of bricks to move over to the other side of the site and can feel my arms and shoulders burning from the volume of weight I’m lifting.
But as hard as my upper body is working, I’m actually starting to get hard somewhere else too.
No matter how hard I try to think about other things, all my brain wants to do is think about Reece.
Sexy as hell? Yeah.
Successful and motivated? No doubt.
Naturally dominant and ready to put me in my place? That spanking was confirmation.
No matter how I look at it, Reece fits the bill for the kind of Forever Daddy I’d love to find myself with. But above all of those undoubtedly fantastic attributes, there’s something else about Reece Bellham.
Reece really seems to like me.
And not only that, I think Reece likes me for who I am. I know I had a bad experience with my ex-Daddy, but the reality is that there are a lot of Daddies out there who are put off by my size and strength.
Believe me, I don’t need anyone to tell me that I don’t look like the stereotypical Little. And I’m not an interior designer or barista either.
So the fact that Reece likes me for all of my muscles and my macho job too means that our mutual connection is even more attractive to me.
‘Reece?’ I say, looking up and seeing Reece appear as if by magic over by the site’s entry gate. ‘Hey!’
‘You,’ Reece replies, a gruffness in his voice that tells me all is not well. ‘Up here. Now. I need a word with you.’
I don’t think I need to be a genius to work out that this is probably not going to be an invitation to take a break and go for a glass of freshly pressed OJ.
But as I approach Reece, I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat.
Reece Bellham is holding a red paddle in his hand – and something tells me that I’ll be getting acquainted with it very soon indeed.
The back seats of Reece’s SUV are the definition of luxury.
I’ve seen plenty of G-Wagons cruising along the coastal highway and around town, but I’ve never actually been in one myself.
Put it this way, there’s more than enough room even for a big guy like me – although with my pants and briefs around my ankles and my ass exposed, I don’t think we’re going to be going anywhere soon.
‘I said only the Moroccan tiles would do for the courtyard,’ Reece says, his voice calm but full of intent. ‘So imagine my surprise when I get a call from the supplier to say that the Italian tiles had arrived and would be delivered tomorrow.’
‘ Argh , well that must have been River, or Jason,’ I say, my mind scrambling to remember whether that might actually have been my error. ‘But…’
‘But what?’ Reece replies, impatience in his voice. ‘I told you that you would be held accountable. And that’s exactly how we’re going to do this.’
I arch my head around and see Reece sitting opposite, perfectly positioned and with a red paddle in his hand.
Even though Reece doesn’t have a full range of motion due to being in the SUV, I know that this is going to sting…
‘ Awwwwww !’ I yelp, the first paddle shot landing perfectly on my left cheek and quickly followed by the second swat to my right buttock. ‘Wow! Wow! Wow!’
‘That doesn’t sound much like an apology to me,’ Reece growls. ‘Perhaps two swats on each cheek in quick succession will help.’
Reece is good to his word and follows up with a flurry of swats, four in total. My butt is on fire already and my only small sense of relief comes from the fact that this is happening away from the rest of the crew – although to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t all know exactly what was going on.
‘I’m sorry,’ I say, biting my lip to stop myself from squealing even louder. ‘It was me. It was me. I screwed up. But it was an accident, Daddy!’
‘Good. You’re taking ownership of your mistake,’ Reece says, his voice still firm and leaving me in no doubt as to who’s in charge. ‘But that doesn’t mean you get off free of charge. There will be six more swats on each cheek. And you will thank me for each of them.’
I close my eyes and ready myself for the onslaught.
Each swat with the paddle makes my ass get hotter and hotter until I’m doing everything I can to not give in and use my safeword. I might be a big boy, but Reece is putting me to the test.
Somehow, I make it through to the end of the paddling.
‘Good boy,’ Reece says, pulling me over his lap. ‘Boy, this is one red butt. I think it’s time for some of my muscle cooling gel. Trust me, I used this in my playing days and it works wonders with soreness.’
‘I hope so, Daddy,’ I say, immediately feeling a degree of comfort from the cold gel as Reece applies it to my throbbing tushy.
But there’s something else that helps take my mind off the paddling too.
As I lie across Reece’s lap, I can feel a huge bulge pushing up against me. Like a rock solid iron rod, Reece’s cock seems to be straining to get out of his chic five inch shorts.
I can’t resist grinding my stomach against Reece’s hardness and feel myself blushing when Reece seems to respond by working the cooling cream between my ass cheeks deeper than he needs to.
But before things get any hotter, Reece stops applying the cream.
‘I think that’s quite enough of that for now, baby boy,’ Reece says. ‘It’s time for you to get that big, beautifully round booty back to work. And that’s Daddy’s orders.’
‘What will I say to the guys?’ I say, pulling my briefs and pants back up.
‘Tell them we were ironing out some details,’ Reece says with a smile on his face. ‘How do you feel?’
‘I actually feel… pretty good,’ I say, my butt cooling down pretty quickly and my dick tingling with excitement as I continue to linger on the feeling of Reece’s excited cock pressing up against my torso as I lay across his lap. ‘I won’t be making more mistakes with the tiles though…’
‘Good. That’s what I like to hear,’ Reece replies, the warm smile on his face telling me that he’s happy with me. ‘Now, stay in my good books and smash this project for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll be in touch.’
With that, I smile and clamber out of the G-Wagon.
Reece is a good man, and more than capable of handling a Little like me.
I’m a motivated worker at the best of times, but with Reece’s words ringing in my ears, I’m determined to have the best afternoon ever.
‘That’ll be six iced lattes and six fresh juices,’ the barista says, smiling as he hands me the huge tray of drinks. ‘Have a good day.’
I smile and thank the barista.
After the whole crew put in such a big effort for the last three hours, I volunteered myself to head down to the coffee spot to pick up some refreshments.
The ice lattes are for now, and we’ll all probably drink the fresh juices on our way home. It’s not a cheap order by any means, but I don’t mind paying and rewarding the guys for what was a pretty Herculean effort in the sun.
But as I’m leaving, I hear a voice call my name.
‘Hey there, big boy,’ the voice comes, hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I don’t even need to turn around to see who it is.
It’s Fraser Dane, my ex-Daddy – the man who, amongst other horrible things, said I was too big and too macho to be a real Little.
‘Oh… hey,’ I reply, turning to face Fraser and immediately noting that while his eyes might be as spectacularly green as ever, the look in them is as wicked and mean-spirited as it ever was. ‘I… um… wasn’t expecting to see you here.’
‘And why would you?’ Fraser says. ‘Brains were never your strong suit. Six-pack, sure. IQ? Not so much.’
This is typical from Fraser. An insult followed by a compliment followed by an insult.
Immediately I feel just like I did the last time I saw Fraser.
Part of me just wants to walk out without saying another word to him. But Fraser used to be my Daddy, and clearly some of the dynamic of that relationship is still there.
‘You look cute though,’ Fraser says, undressing me with his eyes. ‘Real boy or not, no one could ever deny you’ve got one hell of an ass.’
I feel myself blushing, but I don’t like the intent in Fraser’s words.
It’s almost like he’s praising me while mocking me at the same time.
‘Anyway, I’m busy,’ Fraser laughs. ‘Got places to go, boys to see. You know how it goes, right? Catch you around sometime.’
With that, Fraser simply leaves, chuckling away to himself as he exits the coffee spot.
‘Everything okay?’ the barista says, leaning over the counter to check in on me. ‘Who the hell was that?’
‘No one,’ I reply, feeling downbeat. ‘Thanks for the drinks.’
I truly wasn’t expecting to see Fraser. I’d heard that he’d left town some time ago. But just as I feel like the rest of the day is going to go into a downward spiral, I hear my phone ping.
It’s a message from Reece…
REECE: Boy… so you’ve worked hard today. But how about you come over to my place and I’ll show you what an athlete’s workout looks like? I want to show you that even though you’re a big, strong builder it doesn’t mean that Daddy can’t lift some seriously heavy weight too.
Just like that, all thoughts of Fraser go out of my head and I’m walking back to the construction site with a tray full of drinks and a spring in my step.
‘An athlete’s workout,’ I giggle, my mind racing at the possibilities of a topless Reece in nothing but his soccer shorts. ‘I think Reece might be about to put me through my paces yet again…’