5. Reece
Reece
After an extra-long shift at Mocha Madness, Reece was glad to be back home. But earning a few extra bucks was no bad thing, and there was also the fact that being run off his feet for the rest of the day had helped Reece take his mind of the horrible situation at the audition.
Abusing a position of power was never okay, Reece knew that.
And he also knew that there might be consequences to turning Timo Taylor’s unwanted advances down so directly.
But Reece would live with it. He knew his worth, and he wasn’t about to let some slimeball director have his way with him just to get a part. Nothing was worth that.
There was one thing on Reece’s mind however.
And that thing happened to be none other than Faustino Fendi…
“Faustino’s not who I thought he was,” Reece said as he locked his bedroom door and walked over toward his bed to pick Squirt up and give him a squeeze. “I mean, in some ways he’s probably totally who I thought he was. But he showed me another side back at Mocha Madness. What do you think, Squirt?”
Reece looked into Squirt’s green eyes and booped him on his nose. The two of them had been together for as long as Reece could remember. In fact, Reece didn’t actually know when Squirt came into his life, only that they had been best friends ever since he was able to walk.
According to Reece’s mom, Squirt was a gift from his great Aunt Sally. But Reece’s dad’s version of events was that Squirt came from a local funfair. Whatever the truth, Reece was simply glad that he had such a wonderful and snuggly stuffie to call his own.
But with thoughts of Faustino flowing through his mind, Reece put Squirt to one side and lay back on the bed and stared dreamily up at the ceiling.
Faustino’s so handsome.
He’s probably super-strict too.
But I’ve heard some bad, bad things about him…
Reece felt a tingle of excitement shoot over his body. And as his cock began to stir inside his briefs, Reece ran his hands over his neck and imagined that it was Faustino doing the touching.
“Well, I have worked hard today…” Reece whispered, doing his best not to giggle as he whipped off his Mocha Madness polo shirt in double-quick time. “And I do need to de-stress…”
Reece gasped in delight as he pulled on his nipples, soft at first and then harder. With his eyes shut, Reece continued to imagine that it was Faustino’s big, strong hands that were squeezing, pulling, and caressing his body.
It didn’t take long before Reece unbuttoned his jeans and slid them all the way down to his ankles. And his pure-white boxer briefs followed soon after, Reece pulling them down past his knees before he traced his fingers over the neatly trimmed pubic hair above his special place.
“I’ve been bad, Daddy,” Reece whispered, saying the words out loud making his cock throb with anticipation as he licked his palms to make some quickfire lube. “I need to be punished…”
Reece felt his face flush red as he used the fingers of one hand to tickle and tease his asshole and his other hand to grip and slowly pump his hard cock.
All Reece could think about was Faustino.
They might only have been speaking for about ten minutes, but it was more than enough one on one time for Reece to be seeing him in a whole new light.
Faustino was dangerous and definitely had an edge.
But he appeared to have another side to him, one that was hidden away behind all the baggage that came with being a member of the notorious Fendi family.
“ Mmmph ,” Reece gasped, feeling his body working up toward its climax as he imagined being tossed over Faustino’s lap and having his naked bottom fully on display for him to spank, wobble, grab, and squeeze. “Oh… Gawwwd .”
Reece found himself jerking his rock-hard dick furiously as he became overwhelmed with arousal.
The idea of being Faustino’s plaything, his submissive Little, was too much to handle and Reece felt his legs stiffen and then tremble involuntarily as he came hard and fast, letting out moans of pleasure that would surely have been audible to anyone walking past his room.
However in that precise moment, all Reece could do was continue to pleasure himself until every last drop of satisfaction had been drained from his climax.
“OMG, OMG, OMG,” Reece giggled, his chest rising and falling as he attempted to bring himself back into reality from what was the most intense and all-encompassing orgasm he had experienced for as long as he could remember. “What just happened…”
Reece let out a sigh of pure bliss as he lay on his bed, his briefs and jeans still down and his naked body on display, his stomach covered in his sticky, hot mess. There were orgasms, and then there were Orgasms – and Reece was in absolutely no doubt about which category this one fell into.
It had been a busy day, one full of drama – but Reece knew that he would get a good night’s sleep now.
And tomorrow? Well, Reece was ready to kick it’s butt and come out fighting, even if that had to be in a literal sense…
The following day started with a bang as Reece received a phone call from his agent to say that he had a last minute audition for a TV pilot.
This was of course great news, but it did mean that Reece had to make hasty arrangements to change his shift at Mocha Madness.
Thankfully this wasn’t a problem as Reece and his fellow baristas were all either actors, writers, or musicians and this meant that they were all ready and willing to step in and cover for one another as and when required.
So with his work duties covered, Reece got changed into a smart black sweater and light-blue denim jeans and headed across town to the office space where the audition was set to take place.
“Okay, so I’m guessing this is it…” Reece said as he stood outside the address for the office block that his agent had given him. “Deep breath. Focus. Now give ‘em hell!”
The part was for a feisty, up and coming lawyer who liked to do things his way rather than play by the rules.
Reece could see why his agent thought that this would work for him, and the lack of preparation time didn’t bother him either as apparently the producers wanted the actors to be as natural and off the cuff as possible for the filmed auditions.
With his confidence high and the adrenalin pumping, Reece navigated his way up five floors and duly saw the sign on the office door indicating that the auditions were being held there.
Okay, come on Reece.
This part is yours.
You’ll be back in LA before you know it…
However after signing some papers for the production assistant and duly waiting his turn, Reece was aghast as he stepped into the audition space and saw none other than Timo Taylor sitting behind a desk.
And worse, Timo had the most smug, self-congratulatory look on his face that anyone could ever imagine.
“You…” Reece said, his heart sinking as he realized that he had no chance in hell of getting this part.
“Hey, listen, let me explain,” Timo said, standing up from the desk and walking toward Reece with his arms open. “I made a mistake. Okay. I got the signals mixed up. I screwed up. What can I say?”
“You could say sorry,” Reece answered.
Reece wasn’t overly impressed with Timo’s non-apology but was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, even if it was merely a stay of execution.
“Sure,” Timo said, handing Reece a script. “You’d be great for this role.”
Reece took the script from Timo and scanned his eyes over the page. It was blank. As Reece turned the page, he saw another blank page. And then another. And another.
“What the hell is this?” Reece asked, a sudden wave of nervousness coming over him as he realized that it was just him and Timo in the room. “Is this a joke?”
“Come on, baby, relax,” Timo sneered. “I want to see how well you can go with the flow and ad-lib.”
With that, Timo leaned over and grabbed Reece by the waist and pulled him in for a kiss. Acting totally on instinct, Reece brought his hand up and slapped Timo on the cheek and mouth as hard as he could before pulling away from him.
Reece felt the tears welling up inside him. He knew he had to leave, and leave quickly. But as he went to run away, Reece tripped and found himself face down, flat on the floor.
“I told you that I know bad people!” Timo said, a wild look in his eyes as he rubbed a slither of blood away from his lip. “No one says no to Timo Taylor! No one!”
Reece was now in tears as he hauled himself up and ran out of the room, all the while hearing Timo’s maniacal ranting following him as he left.
And Reece didn’t stop running until he was out of the building and across on the other side of the street.
With his heart beating fast and a sense of genuine panic coming over him, Reece took a second to get his cell phone out. It was time to call Benjamin and Kyan and tell them what had happened – maybe they would know what he should do about it all.
But just as he swiped his phone open, Reece saw a new message – and it was from Faustino…
FAUSTINO: I hope you don’t mind, I just had to get your number. I have my methods. That ‘some other time’ we spoke of. I’m thinking today. As in, right now. I’ll send you the address. Do not be late.
With what had just gone down, the last thing that Reece wanted or needed was a date.
But as he stared at Faustino’s message, Reece realized that perhaps the decision wasn’t as easy as he might have imagined.
Faustino was a Daddy. He was a protector.
And right now, what Reece needed more than anything was a Daddy to wrap his arms around him and make everything feel better, even for just a single moment…