7. Reece
Reece
The playdate at Bubble Palace had been a slice of heaven, a perfect bubble of joy that popped Reece right out of the mess of his morning.
He’d bounced on the big squishy ball until his cheeks hurt from giggling, rolled around in the ball pit with Faustino tossing plastic treasures his way, and snuggled into his lap for his milk bottle like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Faustino’s deep voice calling him sweet boy, his strong arms cradling him… it all made him feel safe, like nothing could touch him, not even the slimy shadow of Timo Taylor. For now, at least, that problem felt far away, tucked behind the warmth of Faustino’s embrace.
The two of them had napped together after playtime, Reece’s cheek pressed against Faustino’s chest, his steady heartbeat lulling him into a soft, dreamless sleep.
When they woke, the ball pit had called them back for more pirate adventures, and Reece squealed with delight as Faustino pretended to be a grumpy, gruff old captain, barking orders while he stole his treasure.
It was the kind of carefree fun he’d craved, the perfect way to forget all about Timo.
But even as he laughed and played, a tiny corner of Reece’s mind knew the issue with Timo wasn’t gone—it was just waiting, ready to rear its ugly head.
Still, with Faustino there, towering over him like a protective wall, Reece felt safe enough to let it slide for the moment.
Now, back in his cozy bedroom, Reece perched on his crate bed, Squirt hugged tight under his arm.
Faustino had walked him home, and Reece couldn’t help but notice his eyes scanning the streets like a hawk, his hand brushing his every so often in a way that sent little sparks up his spine.
Reece liked that about Faustino. He had an intensity to him that he hadn’t seen in any other regular Daddies, the way he made him feel was like nothing could slip past him and get to him.
It was a Daddy vibe he’d dreamed of, even if he’d never quite admitted it out loud.
“Bathroom break,” Faustino said, smiling as he stood at the bedroom door. “Let me guess, it’s somewhere on this floor. Hopefully I don’t accidentally walk into someone’s bedroom.”
“Faustino! It’s like you’ve never set foot in a shared house before,” Reece giggled.
“Well…” Faustino smiled, a knowing look on his face.
Faustino excused himself to use the bathroom down the hall, leaving Reece alone with his thoughts. But that wasn’t all…
“Is that… Faustino’s… phone,” Reece whispered an intensely curious energy coming over him.
It was indeed Faustino’s cell phone, and it was sitting innocently on Reece’s little desk next to his stack of coloring books.
The phone gleamed under the fairy lights, practically winking at him.
Reece chewed his lip, his curiosity bubbling up like it always did before he prepared a scene in acting class or ahead of an audition.
It was this very same nosey streak that made him such a good actor.
Reece loved peeling back layers, figuring out what made people tick, diving into their stories like they were scripts he could memorize.
But this wasn’t a character, this was Faustino, a Daddy with a reputation that was pitched somewhere between scary and downright psychotic.
Just a quick look…
What harm could it do?
It’s not like he’ll ever find out either…
Reece slid off the bed, his bare feet silent on the rug, and pitter-pattered over toward the phone and snatched it up in his hands.
The screen was locked of course, but Reece swiped it anyway, hoping for a glimpse of something, anything, even Faustino’s wallpaper, or a stray notification, something to hint at who Faustino really was beneath the dangerous exterior.
Reece’s heart thudded, a mix of excitement and guilt swirling in his chest. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to find. Proof he was more than the wild mobster rumors painted him as? Or maybe just a peek into the man who’d made him feel so safe earlier that day?
The truth was that Reece knew he was doing wrong, but just couldn’t stop himself. Unfortunately for Reece, the decision on whether or not to keep looking was very quickly taken out of his hands…
“What do you think you’re doing, boy?” came the voice from behind him.
Reece yelped, nearly fumbling the phone as Faustino’s voice cut through him like a knife through butter. He whirled around, cheeks flushed red, and saw Faustino leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched.
Faustino’s dark eyes pinned him in place, a flicker of amusement in them maybe, but there was an unmistakable firmness there too, like a Daddy who’d just caught his Little with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I… I wasn’t… it’s not…” Reece stammered, hiding the phone behind his back as if that would magically erase what he’d done.
“Hand it over,” Faustino said, his tone steady but leaving zero room for argument. He stepped into the room, closing the gap between them slowly but very surely. “Right now .”
Reece’s stomach flipped. He was caught, and the Daddy energy radiating off Faustino was making his knees wobbly and his special place tingle. They’d talked about safewords earlier at Bubble Palace, and Reece gave his as pineapple.
But safeword or not, Reece trusted Faustino, even in this moment. Swallowing hard, he held out the phone and dipped his head as he mumbled.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Reece whispered. “I…”
Faustino took the phone and put it back on the desk without breaking eye contact.
“You know better than to snoop, don’t you?” Faustino growled.
Reece nodded.
“Yes, Daddy. I just… I got curious ,” Reece said, barely able to keep his composure.
“Curiosity’s one thing,” Faustino said, his voice dropping a notch deeper. “But there’s a line, boy. And you just stepped over it. Way over it, in fact.”
Reece watched as Faustino walked over toward his desk and stood there, his body looking strong and his eyes full of stern focus.
“Over here, now,” Faustino barked. “You’re going to bend over this desk and show me your naked bottom. Right now. I want you to pull your jeans down, and then your briefs. And when you present that butt to me, know that I’ll be eyeing it up, readying myself to turn it red.”
“Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” Reece stammered, his entire body and mind reacting to what was being said – and to what he knew was coming next.
As Reece walked over to the desk and duly pulled his jeans and briefs down, he felt his cheeks turn crimson at the thought of Faustino seeing his cock and balls dangling free, and his round butt cheeks too. It felt humiliating, degrading, but also very, very hot too.
“Now bend over,” Faustino growled, dragging Reece out of his fantasies. “You’re going to get ten spanks on each cheek. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece replied, his legs trembling at the thought of Faustino’s hand crashing down on his exposed bottom.
THWACK!
THWACK!
“ Owwww !” Reece hollered, biting his lip to stop himself from squealing louder still as two more spanks were delivered. “It stings. It stings.”
THWACK!
THWACK!
“Good. That’s the whole point, boy,” Faustino said, placing his hand on Reece’s lower back to firmly keep him in position as he delivered another double spank and followed it up with another left and right cheek combination right away.
“And you’re doing well. Now let’s get this wrapped up, shall we? ”
Reece nodded and duly took the remainder of the spanks with as much grace as he could.
His cheeks were on fire, but he was determined not to inform every single one of his housemates that he was in the process of getting spanked.
Whether he was a success in that mission or not, Reece didn’t know.
But when Faustino delivered the final spanks and immediately brought him in close, Reece was relieved.
“I deserved that,” Reece said, his voice low as Faustino held him close.
“But there’s one more thing,” Faustino said.
“You’re going to stand in the corner with your red bottom on display and your hands on your head for ten minutes.
I want you to really think about why you shouldn’t snoop in people’s business like that.
A spanking is one thing, but thinking about it afterward is what really hits home. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reece said, quiet and subdued.
Reece knew that Faustino was right. Corner time wasn’t fun, even if Reece did suspect that Faustino would enjoy the view of his blazing butt cheeks.
After the ten minutes was up, Faustino applied some cooling cream to Reece’s butt and pulled him into his arms, settling them both on the bed. Reece curled up against him, his head resting on Faustino’s chest, Squirt in his arms too.
“I’m sleepy,” Reece said, his butt tingling from the cream and his eyes feeling droopy.
“That’s okay,” Faustino said, holding him and making him feel safer than he had in a very long time. “You just close those eyes and let yourself drift off to sleep. Daddy’s got you covered…”
Reece felt his eyes open, the room dim with the soft glow of late afternoon seeping through the curtains.
“What time is it?” Reece muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Wait… where’s…”
The bed felt empty, and a cold pang hit Reece’s chest. Faustino was gone. Reece sat up, clutching Squirt tight to his body, his mind spinning.
Had Faustino used him?
Had he spanked Reece for his own fun and then cut and run?
Reece felt a wave of doubt crashing over him. He’d let himself trust Faustino, allowed himself feel safe, and now this…
“Jeez,” Reece said, his spirits suddenly low.
But Reece needn’t have worried…
The door creaked open, and Faustino stepped back in, two tall cups of juice in his hands.
“Don’t look so surprised, boy,” Faustino said, smiling as he handed Reece a mango-strawberry blend that admittedly looked incredible. “I figured you’d want something sweet after that nap…”
Reece took the cup, his fingers brushing his, a shy smile creeping onto his face.
“I thought… maybe you’d gone,” Reece admitted, blushing.
“Nope, not me,” Faustino replied, settling on the edge of the bed. “I’m not leaving unless you kick me out. You’re stuck with me. And it’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to go right now either, so…”
Reece giggled. Faustino was funny as well as dangerously attractive.
As Reece sipped his juice, he realized that maybe Faustino wasn’t the mean, moody gangster he’d assumed.
There was a gentleness to him, buried under all the rough edges, and it made his heart do a triple-flip.
Faustino had gone out of his way to get him a drink…
just because . That wasn’t a Daddy who didn’t care. That was something else altogether.
Faustino set his cup down, his expression shifting to something more serious.
“It’s time to talk, baby boy,” Faustino said.
Reece nodded, his stomach tightening like he was about to head into an audition. He knew what this was about. Timo Taylor.
“I’m going to look after you,” Faustino said, his voice firm but warm.
“That director? Timo? He’s done messing with you.
I don’t give a damn if he’s connected to gangsters or police, or even the God damned government.
I’ve dealt with worse. I’ll put an end to this.
He won’t touch you again, and he won’t tank your career either. You’ve got my word on that.”
Reece’s eyes widened.
“But… what if it’s dangerous? I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” Reece said, the sweetness of the juice making him take another gulp as soon as he finished speaking.
Faustino let out a low chuckle.
“Sweet boy, danger’s my fucking playground,” Faustino laughed. “I’ve handled bigger threats than some theater nerd with a few shady connections. Trust me, I’ve got this under control.”
Reece smiled. He believed what Faustino was saying to him. There was a steel in his words, a confidence that made Reece feel like Faustino could take on the world and win.
However as much as Reece was happy to hear what Faustino was saying, he suspected there might be a but somewhere close.
“Here’s the thing,” Faustino said, his tone telling Reece all he needed to know.
“I’ll take care of this for you. I’ll be your Daddy, your protector, whatever you need.
But you’ve got to decide if you’re in or out.
I don’t do things half-assed, Reece. If you’re with me, you’re with me.
All in. No snooping on my cell phone. Nothing.
You trust me completely , and I’ll keep you safe. How does that sound?”
Reece felt like time was standing still.
It was an ultimatum, that much wasn’t in doubt. Faustino was offering him everything he’d longed for. He was a Daddy who’d fight for him, stand by him, care for him in his own way.
But it came with a price… total trust, total commitment.
Could Reece give that to a man like Faustino Fendi, with his wild past and dangerous world? It was a big moment, of that there was no doubt.
He looked into his eyes, dark and unwavering, and felt the answer rising inside him. But it was going to take all his Little courage to let it out.
“I’m… in,” Reece said, his voice soft but steady. “I trust you, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Faustino said, his voice low and gravelly as he reached over and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. “Now let’s finish these juices and figure out how to make that bastard regret ever crossing you.”
Reece giggled, and snuggled closer.
With Faustino beside him, he felt ready to face anything. Even the Timo Taylor shaped shadows still waiting in the wings…