15. Luke
Luke
Two weeks have flown by in the most wonderful blur. The sale of the Hardrock Healing Club is officially complete and that means Mason and I are now the proud new owners.
We’ve already started dreaming up changes: a bigger Little-friendly relaxation area, couples’ contrast therapy packages, and even a small merch corner with cute “Hardrock Healing” hoodies. Life feels like it’s finally clicking into place.
But today isn’t about the club.
Today is all about the bench press contest I’ve been training for with Mason…
The gym is buzzing with energy when we arrive. The whole gang is here—Milo and Connor, Taron and Kaleb, plus a few other friends who’ve heard about our friendly rivalry.
Milo’s bouncing on his toes in his bright green workout set, looking fierce and focused. I’m in my favorite black shorts and a cropped t-shirt, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Mason stands beside me like a solid mountain, one big hand resting on the small of my back. My Daddy has been incredible these past weeks—pushing me in training, praising me when I hit new numbers, and holding me when doubt creeps in.
But right now, as I watch Milo load plates onto the bar for his warm-up, a sudden wave of anxiety hits me…
“I need you in the truck,” I whisper urgently, grabbing Mason’s hand. “Right now. Please.”
My Daddy doesn’t ask questions. He just nods, that calm Daddy authority settling over him, and leads me straight out to the parking lot.
The second we’re inside his truck with the doors shut, I’m already yanking my shorts and jockstrap down to my knees…
“Spank me,” I beg, bending over the console and presenting my bare ass to him. “Hard and fast. I need to be fired up. I need to feel you.”
Mason growls low in his throat, one large hand rubbing over my exposed cheeks.
“My eager little boy,” Mason growls. “You’ve got this, but if you need your Daddy to light a fire under this pretty ass, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
The first smack lands sharp and perfect—crack!—followed quickly by another. And from there, Daddy doesn’t hold back…
Mason’s big palm rains down in a fast, stinging rhythm, covering every inch of my bottom until it’s burning hot and glowing bright pink. Each smack sends sparks straight to my dick and lights a fierce determination in my chest.
I moan and push back into every strike, letting the heat build, letting it chase away every last scrap of doubt.
By the time Mason finishes, my ass is throbbing deliciously and I feel unstoppable.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I gasp, pulling my jockstrap and shorts back up. The fabric rubbing against my heated skin only makes me feel more alive.
I turn and kiss Mason hard, then march back into the gym with Mason right by my side, my bottom glowing like a secret superpower.
“Let’s do this, boy,” Mason roars. “Let’s freakin’ do this.”
The contest is intense from the very first lift…
Milo goes first. He’s strong—really strong—and he smashes his previous PR on the second attempt, the small crowd cheering wildly.
I match Milo, then surpass it on my third set.
We trade leads, both of us breaking personal records on the way to the final heavy singles.
The gym feels electric.
Our Daddies and friends are cheering, filming, hyping us up.
Milo steps up for his final attempt. The bar is loaded heavier than he’s ever gone.
“Grrr. Let’s go,” Milo says.
“You’ve got this,” Connor says, his eyes full of intent.
I watch as Milo gets it off the rack, lowers it with perfect form… and grinds. His arms shake and he pushes with everything he has, but the bar stalls halfway.
“N-n-n-n-no,” Milo concedes, knowing that it’s not going to go up.
Connor is right there, helping Milo re-rack it safely. My friend drops to the bench, breathing hard, but he’s smiling through the disappointment. “Your turn, babe. Go get it.”
My heart is hammering as I lie back on the bench.
Mason leans over me, eyes locked on mine, voice low and steady.
“You’ve got this, little one. Remember every cue. Drive through your heels. Tight back. Explode up. That ass is still glowing from your Daddy’s hand… use it.”
I nod, take a deep breath, and unrack the bar.
The weight feels brutal, but I think through every single thing Mason taught me during all those training sessions. I feel the warm sting in my spanked cheeks, the fire he lit in me, the love and belief in his eyes.
I lower the bar to my chest—controlled, steady—then push.
It’s a fight. My arms burn, my chest screams, but I refuse to quit. Inch by inch the bar rises. With a loud grunt that echoes through the gym I lock it out, arms straight, triumphant.
The place erupts.
I rerack the bar and sit up, dizzy and elated. Milo throws himself at me, hugging me tight. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!”
We jump up and down together, laughing and crying happy tears while the whole gang cheers. I’ve never felt stronger or more loved.
Then I’m in Mason’s arms. He lifts me clean off the ground, spinning me once before crushing me to his chest. “You were incredible,” Mason murmurs into my hair. “A total champion.”
“I owe it all to you,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck. “My coach. My Daddy. My everything.”
Mason shakes his head, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes.
“I helped, sure,” Mason sys, a big smile on his face. “But you won this on your own merit, Luke. You’re a champion because of you. I’m just proud as hell to have played a small part in it.”
My Daddy’s words fill me up until I feel like I might burst. I kiss him right there in front of everyone.
The celebration quickly moves to the diner…
We take over half the place: pancakes stacked high with extra whipped cream and chocolate chips, thick milkshakes, bottomless coffee, and laughter that fills the whole room.
Milo and I keep replaying the lifts, teasing each other good-naturedly while our Daddies watch with proud, indulgent smiles. Taron declares himself the official contest photographer, showing off videos on his phone.
As we’re finishing up the last bites of pancakes, Mason clears his throat and taps his coffee mug with a spoon…
“While we’re all here,” Mason says, voice warm, “I’ve got some news.
The sale of the Hardrock Healing Club is officially complete.
Luke and I are the new owners.” He looks at me with so much love it makes my eyes sting.
“Once we’re done here, we’re heading over there for some victory sauna and cold plunge action.
You’re all welcome to join. And no bullshit excuses Daddies, we need to show the boys how to cold plunge! ”
Cheers erupt around the table.
I beam at Mason, squeezing his hand under the table. This feels like the perfect full-circle moment—from that first terrifying bench press where he saved me, to now, building a life and a business together.
Later, at the Healing Club, the whole group piles in. We change into swimwear and rotate through the saunas, laughing and sharing stories. When it’s time for the cold plunge, Mason takes my hand.
“Together?” Mason asks, just like the day he proposed forever.
“Together,” I answer.
We jump into the icy water holding hands, gasping and laughing as the cold shocks us. When we surface, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, not caring about the audience.
“My life is perfect,” I whisper against his lips.
My daddy smiles, that rare, beautiful smile that’s only for me.
“Mine too, little one. And it’s all because of you.”
As we climb out and wrap ourselves in thick towels, surrounded by our friends, the future stretches out bright and full of possibility.
I have my Daddy, my friends, my town, and now a business we’ll build together.
I lean into Mason’s side and let out a contented sigh.
This is exactly where I’m meant to be.