16. Reece
Chapter 16
Reece
My beautiful boy is definitely doing something to me – and I’m all here for it.
I might be retired as a professional soccer player but seeing my big, strong boy lifting so much weight at the construction site has got me thinking. Not many people would imagine that a group of Littles could run such a typically macho business.
The way that the Blue Collar Boys flip expectations on their heads and show to the world that you can combine stuffie and pacifiers with heavy duty drills and bulging muscles is pretty damn inspiring.
The boys all work so hard, and are genuinely great at their job – and all the while will spend their break time playing or having their milk in Morning Milk .
But what does this have to do with my own career?
I was a fantastically gifted soccer player, and someone who got to the very top of what is probably the most ruthless and competitive sport on the face of the earth.
When you’re playing in front of sixty-thousand supporters every week, you have to be able to perform and not show a single sign of fear. It’s intense.
Bur while those days are gone, what is there to say that I can’t look to do something else that could give me a similar buzz?
I might be a retired soccer player, but I’m actually only thirty-nine.
And seeing how in shape and strong Xander is has got me thinking. It might be time for me to step up my interest in strength training and see if I can push myself to a competitive level in CrossFit.
I still have great stamina and cardio from my soccer days, and my strength has always been there. Except now I can concentrate on bulk and power rather than ensuring my sprinting and endurance is my prime fitness goal.
I don’t know where it will lead, but it’s a path I’m passionate to explore – and it’s the first time since retiring that I’ve truly contemplated doing something in my life that will get my blood racing again.
And all of this because of Xander.
In the weeks that have passed since we got Tony Ripper out of our lives, we’ve grown even closer. We may have made our true love declaration already, but it feels like we’re getting closer each and every day.
And more than that, being around Xander and learning about how he and the other boys built the Blue Collar Boys up from the ground is inspiring me to think about my own active business interests too.
Seeing the excellent work that the Blue Collar Boys are doing on my home build is just about the most inspirational thing a man could see.
They take the work seriously, and they work seriously hard too.
I might have millions in the bank and invested in stocks and shares, but what I’m beginning to realize is that I might want to make an investment into something that will occupy me on a daily basis.
And that’s exactly what I’m pondering this morning at the breakfast table over at Xander’s cottage…
‘So you’ve never found it an issue being a co-owner?’ I say, sipping on my hot black coffee. ‘I mean, I know you guys are all so close. But there’s never been any competition for being the actual boss?’
‘No, not really,’ Xander smiles, crunching on his morning Rainbow Crunch. ‘We don’t always agree, but there’s always been a great understanding that we do what’s best for the crew as a whole. It works pretty well for us.’
‘Yeah, I can see,’ I reply. ‘So how would you feel about a new Daddy-led construction crew popping up in town?’
‘ Whaaaa ?’ Xander replies, a look of shock on his face. ‘Are you kidding me?’
‘Yes, I am!’ I laugh, the look of horror on Xander’s face telling me I need to stop the joke before I have one riled up boy spitting out his breakfast cereal. ‘But I do think that I want to maybe go into business with some other Daddies. I’ve got a few friends who are in a similar position to me. It won’t be construction, don’t worry, but I think it might be good for me to find a business to put me energy into.’
‘But what about your CrossFit plans?’ Xander says. ‘And by the way, I booked us in for a training session later.’
‘CrossFit will be a nice challenge,’ I say. ‘But I think I’ve had my time in professional sport. Who knows how far CrossFit will go, but what I want to make sure of is that I’ve got something in my day to day life. It hurt me when I lost my final soccer match, but if I’d had a business to fall back on, I don’t think the pain would have lasted so long. Sport is great, but I want to live a fuller life from now on.’
I can see Xander taking my words on board.
He might be a baby boy, but Xander has got a deep compassion for other people and he always seems to know what’s going on in my head – even when I’m grumpy over something totally unrelated to him!
‘I get it,’ Xander says, smiling. ‘By the way, I’ll be at the site alone for a couple of hours today. The guys are all needed over at De Valla Builder’s Yard to pick up those steel joists. You can stop by and say hi if you want. That’s if your not too busy planning your new business?’
The boy flashes me his beautiful smile and I nod.
Xander’s one in a million – and once I’m done with my morning chores, I will certainly be popping over to the site to see what he’s up too.
I just hope he’s working hard when I arrive – just because he’s my baby boy, it doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate any slacking…
The drive over to the construction site was pretty much like any other drive, except for one thing. The whole way, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about how I was going to potentially go into business with some of my Daddy friends.
Specifically, I was thinking of hitting up Trent and Clay with an idea that might just prove to be highly profitable but a whole heap of fun too.
But as I’m pulling into the parking spot out at the front of the site, my mind is suddenly diverted from any thoughts of my possible new business venture.
‘What… the… hell?’ I say, looking on in disbelief at what appears to be Xander lying shirtless on the floor and sunbathing. ‘Are you kidding me, boy?’
Without further ado, I shut off the truck’s engine and make my way as quickly as I can toward Xander.
I don’t want to alert Xander to my approach, so I fall back on my old soccer training and run as fleet footed as I can, managing to dodge my way around any hard or crunchy surfaces that might alert the boy.
I make it all the way up to him and he still hasn’t opened his eyes.
For a brief moment, I take in the sight before me.
Wearing only a pair of cut-off denim shorts, Xander’s big, muscular body looks pretty damn incredible. Xander always has a good tan on account of working outdoors, but it’s looking especially good right now.
However, tan or no tan, the boy is in trouble with his Daddy.
‘Wake up!’ I bark. ‘Wake up and stand up!’
‘ Whuuuu ?’ Xander says, startled and immediately realizing that he’s been caught – and discipline is inevitably about to follow.
‘So this is where my money is going?’ I growl, the look in my eyes telling Xander that this isn’t a joke. ‘You may be my boy, but that shouldn’t mean you take liberties with this project.’
‘But… I was just…’
‘Topping up your tan?’ I say, fixing a hard glare on Xander. ‘Catching up on some sleep?’
‘Well, no, but-’
‘But nothing,’ I interject. ‘Let’s not waste any more time. There’s no sign of the rest of the crew, so we’ll do it right here.’
‘B-b-b-but what if they come back?’ Xander says, putting up a half-hearted resistance.
‘Well they’ll see what happens to sleepy boys who care more about tanning than pleasing their Daddy,’ I say, unbuttoning Xander’s denim shorts and yanking them down to his ankles. ‘Cute jockstrap. We’ll keep that on this time.’
The sight of Xander wearing nothing but a pastel pink jockstrap that both emphasizes the size of his manhood and also gives me a perfectly present pair of ass cheeks to spank is just too good.
‘I thought you were going to spank me, Daddy?’ Xander says, noticing the look of lust in my eyes and unable to resist a little sass.
‘And spank you I will!’ I roar, taking Xander by his hand and bending him over a pile of sandbags. ‘Now tell me, how many minutes were you lying there for? And be honest.’
I can see Xander working through his options.
Is he going to underestimate the number in the hope for less spanks, or will he try to curry favor and admit that however long it was, it was too long.
‘I think… about twenty minutes,’ Xander says, biting his lip in nervous anticipation. ‘And that’s going to mean twenty spanks, isn’t it, Daddy?’
‘Good boy, you’re learning fast,’ I say. ‘Now hold on to the sandbags and present that big, strong booty for me.’
I take a step back and admire the perfect spheres of Xander’s ass cheeks as they protrude out of his jockstrap.
The boy may have been slacking and working on his tan, but he’s about to see that I can turn his cheeks another color with the strength of my hand.
‘ Awwwww !’ Xander says, his left cheek wobbling as I land my first shot, hard and true. ‘ Awwwwweeee !’
‘That’s it, boy,’ I say, a wicked smile on my face. ‘Only another eighteen to go. And with each one, I want you to think about whether you want to slack off again on my clock.’
As I progress through the spanking, Xander continues to squeal and whimper as I give him my best shots. About halfway through, his cheeks are turning a wonderful red color – but it doesn’t even cross my mind to stop.
The boy must learn his lesson.
Life with me as a Daddy will be full of wholesome activities, sexy fun, but also a real structure built on discipline too – and there will be no exceptions to that.
‘Nineteen… and… twenty!’ I bellow, bringing the final two spanks down on Xander’s flaming-hot bottom. ‘Good boy. Now come here for a cuddle with your Daddy.’
Xander wastes no time in letting go of his grip on the sandbags and running into my arms.
‘I’m sorry for slacking,’ Xander says, his voice full of real remorse. ‘I kinda thought I could get away with it because everyone was off site, and I was a bit tired from the night before. I didn’t mean to be bad.’
‘I know you didn’t, you’re a good boy,’ I reply. ‘But a big part of being successful is working through the moments when you’re tired. There will always be time for rest and recuperation afterward. Speaking of which, let me get some cooling gel on this delicious tushy of yours.’
Xander coos quietly as I massage the cooling gel into his buttocks.
The boy knows he was out of line for sunbathing instead of sledgehammering – and he won’t be making the same mistake again.
I’ve got a lot to learn about being a fulltime Daddy too.
And I can’t help but think both Xander and I would become our best selves if we actually lived together on a permanent basis.
The only question is whether Xander feels the same too – or whether he thinks it might be just too soon?