17. Marshall
Chapter 17
Marshall
As Marshall cycled toward the edge of town, he felt a battle going on inside him. On the one hand, Marshall felt totally sure that Zane and the Daddies’ plan was going to work perfectly and Tag Rackvill would soon be out of everyone’s lives forever. On the other hand, Marshall was jittery with nerves – this was a high-stakes move that had the potential to go all wrong in the worst possible ways.
As he peddled off the main road and down the track that would lead him to the destination, Marshall gave himself the pep-talk that he needed.
I’ve got this.
Daddies know best.
And my special Daddy would never let me down.
The plan in question was that Marshall would agree to meet Tag Rackvill on the pretense that not only was he going to concede defeat and help him buy his parents’ house, but he was going to make him relax and spill some secrets of his own.
Marshall would record everything on his cell phone and then would hopefully have enough information to persuade Tag to back off.
Of course, there was no way that Zane or Max would ever have allowed Marshall to put himself in any danger by meeting such an untrustworthy and snake-like man as Tag alone. The two Daddies were taking the long way round to the meeting spot and would be waiting in the undergrowth to make their move when the time was right.
Marshall knew that he could trust Zane and Max to do right by him, and even though meeting Tag alone was enough to make his skin crawl, Marshall knew that it was required.
Growing up, Marshall’s parents had always been there for him. Even in the depths of their financial troubles and lean years, Marshall’s mom and pop had always shown Marshall the kind of love and affection that was way more valuable than any trust fund or extravagant gift.
And now it was Marshall’s turn to show his parents that all their hard work in raising him right over the years hadn’t gone to waste. Marshall was sassy, determined, and hated to see injustice. And with a little help from the Daddies, he was about to put his own stamp on Eagle Ridge…
‘Okay, I’m here,’ Marshall said, hopping off his bicycle and pushing it toward a nearby tree.
The clearing was small, with enough room for two or maybe even three cars. Crucially, there were plenty of spots where Zane and Max could remain out of sight when Tag arrived. Marshall tried to look around and see if he could spot Zane and Max, but they were evidently doing a good job of keeping themselves undercover.
It was at this point that Marshall heard a vehicle approach. As Marshall turned and saw Tag’s SUV rolling toward him, he felt his heart miss a beat. This was really happening. It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a roleplay. Marshall knew that he would only have one shot to get this right – and the future of his family home depended on it.
‘Okay, here he comes,’ Marshall whispered. ‘I hate him. But just for now, I have to show him something very different…’
Marshall watched on as the SUV ground to a halt and moments later Tag Rackvill stepped out with a big grin on his face. Marshall grit his teeth and then gave the best smile he could muster.
He thinks he’s won.
But he’s got no idea.
It’s time to get to work.
Marshall and Tag walked over toward a picnic table and sat down opposite one another. Marshall didn’t want to come over as suspicious so let Tag assume his position as alpha male to begin with…
‘So… you’ve come to your senses?’ Tag enquired, his smug smirk repulsing Marshall. ‘And don’t worry, I’ll keep my end of the bargain. I’ll pay your parents a fair price for the house. Minus of course the legal fees I’ve incurred so far. But you understand that, right? ’
‘Yes, I understand,’ Marshall said, wanting nothing more than to punch Tag square in the nose. ‘They’re both sorry for the confusion. And so am I. We didn’t realize how kind you were being to begin with.’
Marshall fluttered his eyelashes and shyly turned his head, well aware that this show of submission would no doubt drive Tag wild with lust.
‘Good boy,’ Tag replied, his eyes hungry like a wolf. ‘I knew you’d see sense. And once we’ve got our business wrapped up, who’s to say what could lie in store for you and me?’
‘Tag!’ Marshall giggled, pursing his lips and doing his best to convince the odious man opposite him that he was putty in his hands. ‘You’re so… in control .’
Marshall may have hated flirting like this with his sworn enemy, but it very soon became clear that he was playing his part to absolute perfection. Before long, Tag was freely admitting to many acts of corruption that he had engaged in, and he was naming political names too and people in various names of authority. In other words, Tag was not only sinking himself but taking down other corrupt individuals too – the kind who wouldn’t take kindly to being exposed by a man like Tag.
Once Marshall was certain that he had enough dirt on Tag, he decided it was time to end the charade. But it seemed like just at this point, Tag was keen to move things on himself too…
‘Now just so we know that we’re all agreed,’ Tag said, standing up from the bench. ‘I think it’s only right that you come with me to my SUV and show me precisely where your loyalties lie…’
‘ Urgh . I don’t think so, creep,’ Marshall said, losing his cool. ‘No frickin’ way.’
Suddenly, Tag looked furious. He wasn’t a man who was used to people saying no to him, and in that moment he made a lunge for Marshall’s arm.
‘You’re coming with me,’ Tag grunted.
‘Daddy! Help!’ Marshall hollered, his voice full of panic as he struggled to wrestle himself free from Tag’s vice like grip. ‘Daddy! Daddy!
In a frenzy of activity, Tag let go of Marshall’s arm and turned to see both Zane and Max running toward him with looks of pure anger on their faces.
‘Fuck you!’ Tag hissed in Marshall’s direction, before readying himself to take on Zane and Max. ‘And fuck you two.’
‘It’s over, Rackvill,’ Zane said. ‘We’ve got enough on you now to end your dealings in Eagle Ridge. And I’m sure the police will be very interested in your other business interests you so kindly divulged.’
‘Bullshit. It won’t stick,’ Tag growled, now clearly on the back foot. ‘You smalltown hicks will never win.’
Zane and Max stood tall and proud and didn’t give an inch to Tag.
Marshall scurried over and took his place next to the two Daddies and felt a surge of pride come over him. Together, they’d faced down Tag and made Eagle Ridge a safer place .
‘Pathetic,’ Tag said. ‘And such a shame.’
Marshall’s expression then turned from triumph to horror as he saw Tag reach into his suit jacket pocket and pull out what looked like a pistol.
‘No!’ Marshall screamed, his voice full of terror.
But before Tag could even get the gun cocked, his arm was pulled down by the firm grip of three enthusiastic and normally gentle dogs.
‘Puppy! Brutus! Laser!’ Marshall squealed, watching as the dogs growled and pulled Tag down to the ground.
Suddenly, Kipp and Axel emerged from the undergrowth and Tag was relieved of his gun.
‘You were saying?’ Marshall said, sassily standing with his hands on his hips and towering over a fallen Tag. ‘We might be a small town, but even little dogs can have big bites!’
It was all over.
If they didn’t already have enough against Tag, the fact that he pulled a loaded gun on them with the intent to shoot was enough to send him down for a very long time indeed.
And it wasn’t long before the Eagle Ridge sheriff arrived to take Tag away and leave Marshall, the Daddies, and their canine friends well and truly satisfied with their day’s work.
‘Daddy, thank you so much,’ Marshall said, feeling tired, emotional, but full of hope for the future.
‘Anything for my boy,’ Zane replied. ‘Anything for my boy…’
The following morning, Marshall woke up late and looked around Zane’s barn. It was so quiet and peaceful, and Marshall felt more rested, both mentally and physically, than he had in a long while.
Knowing that his parents’ house was safe felt like a huge weight had been lifted and Marshall was now able to get on with living his best life. And a big part of that life was Zane. The only question was where his hunky Daddy had gotten to.
‘A note… how mysterious,’ Marshall giggled as he saw a little piece of paper on Zane’s pillow.
Marshall picked the paper up and began to read the note, his heart fluttering and his jaw dropping as he read it…
My sleeping boy… when you wake, you’d better be ready for some fun. I’m putting the finishing touches on the ranch’s new kinky playroom. Kipp has given me the honor of testing it out. So be there or be square… Daddy XoXo.
Marshall didn’t need asking twice. After a very quick brush of his teeth and wash of his face, Marshall ran out of the barn in his tight vest and pajama shorts and ran all the way to the newly refurbished barn.
‘Daddy? Daddy? Are you in here?’ Marshall asked, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the shiny new playroom. ‘ Woweee . ’
Marshall immediately walked over toward the shelf adorned with butt plugs, vibrators, and just about every kind of sex toy imaginable. And with his eyes drawn to a shiny metal butt plug that was intimidatingly thick, Marshall felt his entire body begin to react in double-quick time…
As Marshall held the shiny plug, he felt his cock harden and make a prominent tent at the front of his pajama shorts.
‘The metal one, eh?’ Zane said, stepping out from the side room. ‘You know that one has four vibration speeds.’
Marshall switched the plug on to the fourth speed and nearly dropped it on the soft, bouncy floor beneath him.
‘Bad boy,’ Zane growled, stepping closer to Marshall. ‘Only Daddy gets to control the vibrations. I think this act of insolence demands a simultaneous spanking and plugging!’
Marshall squealed with delight and before he knew it, Zane had bent him over the rocking horse and whipped his pajama shorts off his body and was easing the lubed up butt plug deep inside his tight ass hole.
‘Daddy… that feels… amazing,’ Marshall said, his cock throbbing as it rubbed up against the rocking horse’s firm body.
‘You might want to wait until I’m spanking that naughty little butt before making such bold declarations,’ Zane growled, landing two spanks on Marshall’s exposed butt. ‘And if you want to feel the fourth speed on the plug, you’re going to have to get ready for plenty of punishment.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Marshall squealed. ‘Punish me! I’m a bad Little. I deserve everything I get! ’
Marshall ground his cock up against the wooden horse once more and duly took more and more spanks onto his rapidly reddening booty. And as Zane moved the plug’s vibrations all the way up to top speed, Marshall felt himself lose all control and cum harder and louder than he had ever done before.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,’ Marshall said, gripping onto the rocking horse for dear life as his entire body convulsed and trembled. ‘I can’t stop. I can’t stop cumming.’
As Marshall trembled and flexed his body, Zane held him in place and encouraged him to push himself all the way to the end. Marshall could tell that Zane was getting almost as much enjoyment from his pleasure as he was, and that only served to turn Marshall on even more.
Marshall’s orgasm did eventually come to an end. And when it was all over, Zane looked after Marshall and made sure that his hot bottom was sufficiently cooled down and the pair of them talked through the experience to make sure that everything was okay.
But as far as Marshall was concerned, everything was perfect.
Marshall had found his Forever Daddy, and all that was left to do was make it official. But Marshall knew that this would need to come from Zane – and as much as Marshall was sure Zane felt the same way, he was desperate to hear the magic words as soon as he could…