2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Casey

"David, to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?" I hadn't heard from my best friend Richard's son, David, since he'd become domesticated with his partner, Jordan. Sure, we'd run into each other from time to time at Cordes, but they were there to engage in some of the rooms while I wandered aimlessly in search of…

Who knew anymore, but it was high time to throw in the towel and scurry off to lick this old dog's wounds. It'd been years since I'd engaged with any littles beyond a play session or two and I'd long since grown tired of going home alone and waking up in an empty bed.

"I'm going to do something I'm normally vehemently against."

Not a strong opening line but I'd bite. "Is this some sort of intervention? Should I be worried?"

David laughed. "Maybe. Do you remember Chase?"

"Yes, the singer of Embrace and the young man who hung around your house all the time when you guys were growing up. Quiet, polite kid from what I remembered." I recalled how sad he was when his mother passed away unexpectedly. Horrible tragedy.

"No longer a kid, my friend, and he's headed your way."

"Headed my way? What's he coming to my house for?" What was this man up to?

"No, he's headed to Cordes. Consider it a gift, a way to pay you back for all you did for me. "

"Not sure I follow or that I did all that much for you, but I take it things are going well with Jordan?" I was elated it worked out for them. The way they finally came to realize they were in love wasn't under the best of circumstances but at least that crazy ex of Jordan's had been dealt with once and for all.

"They are. He likes to push my buttons but that's half the fun, if you know what I mean."

I laughed. "Yes, that I do, but back to Chase. I'm afraid I don't follow."

"Well, be at Cordes in an hour and if you see a lost little, approach with caution and send me a text of thanks later."

"Um, okay?"

"Trust me."

That much I did. "I'll be honest, I'm considering canceling my membership and giving up the lifestyle, so I hadn't planned to return to the club." One could only handle so many heartbreaks and bad matches.

"Just give this a try and we'll talk later. Gotta go. My sassy boy is streaking across the room and that ass is in need of a David-sized handprint." Click.

Some images I could do without. Especially when they were attached to the body of my godson whose diaper I changed as an infant. Oh, how times had changed .

But disappointing David wasn't an option, though deciphering his cryptic message would prove challenging.

Well, one final round through the halls of Cordes would surely assist with the closure I sought.

Nostalgia hit me as I entered the familiar lobby. For so many years I lived for Saturday nights here and the occasional munch they held. How lost I'd become as no boy I'd played with held my interest for very long. Was it me? Were my expectations set so ridiculously high they'd never be met?

Possibly.

I waved to Beth who stood behind the glass divider as she checked my ID.

"Enjoy your evening, Casey," she said in parting.

Friends had come and gone within these halls. Some partnered up with their forevers while others moved to new places or onto the great beyond. Guess I would become one of the ones who moved on now.

You would think that by the time you reached your forties the wanderlust would be sated as you settled down. So much for that, the settling down part that was .

Uncertain what David expected me to find, I wandered down the corridor to the littles' room and there he stood just outside the door.

Chase.

Sure, I'd seen him as an adult when I attended a couple of their shows with David's parents, but we'd never conversed. Chase was shy and reserved when off stage and many times I'd had a boy on my arm, so my attention was elsewhere. But there he was, right in front of me, nervously chewing on his lip as he watched the others play.

I gathered my wits and approached him.

"Would you like to go in?"

He gasped and turned to face me.

"I know you."

"Not if you don't want to. Anonymity is key here. Why don't you go inside and look around. You don't have to engage if you don't want to." He nodded and crossed the threshold like it was an entrance to another dimension, which I supposed it may be to him. I could almost hear his thoughts as they raced in a million directions at once. His head bobbed as he scanned every inch of the room, taking in all it offered.

This reaction right here was a key element that used to drive me here week after week. Oh, how I'd missed that feeling, especially with a newbie little attached to it .

And David knew. Somehow, he knew this would reignite the dying fire inside me.

I followed Chase and paused as two boys engaged him. What they said, I couldn't hear but I spotted a couple of old friends and wandered over to them, though my eyes never left Chase.

"That has got to be two of the sweetest boys I've ever seen," I said to Daddy Jensen as I approached.

"Casey, it's been a long time." Jensen hugged me. "You remember my partner, Mitchell?"

"I do." Mitchell and I had only met a couple of times, so we shook hands in lieu of an embrace. But there was another familiar face I hadn't seen in even longer. "Great to see you all again, especially you, Timothy. It's been forever."

"Just took the right boy to get me back in." Timothy smiled as he glanced at the boys who appeared to have taken Chase under their wings.

"I take it the boy playing with Henry is yours?"

"Yes, that's my Jamie. Who's the boy they just adopted?" Chase was slow to join in but as he finally sat where the boys pointed I breathed a sigh of relief. Tentatively, he took the car Jamie handed him and played with it, albeit a bit reluctantly. When had I last been this enthralled watching a boy play?

"I-I…I don't know. He looks familiar, though." It wasn't my place to out Chase. Until he said otherwise or told them his name, or whatever name he chose to give them, I'd play dumb.

Mitchell wandered over to the boys and crouched down beside them. We couldn't hear what he said, but they smiled at whatever it was. Even Chase. Mitchell walked away and returned with three juice boxes. When they were empty, he tossed them and rejoined us.

"His name is Chase, he's here on a friend pass for the day. Says his best friend David comes here." I was a bit surprised he gave his real name, but Mitchell confirmed as much.

"Daddy, Daddy," Henry ran over to us and tugged on Jensen's shirt. "Chase is my friend David's friend," Henry excitedly explained to us. His reaction warmed me through to the core. I remembered David's first night when Henry took him under his wing. Henry was quite the key to Chase's reaction of the lifestyle, though I doubted he realized that. He simply drew a new friend in to play with him and had no clue the impact this would have on Chase.

"Ah, that's how I know him," I played along. "Excuse me, gentlemen." I went to check on Chase as the other boy, Jamie, ran over to the Daddies where Henry was.

"Doing okay over here?" I asked as I knelt beside him.

"Yeah. They're nice but they have a lot of energy. Incoming. "

Wasn't sure what he meant until Henry and Jamie tackled him when they hugged him at the same time.

"We're going home, I seepy," Jamie yawned. "Nice to meet you, Chase and Daddy Casey."

"Nice to meet you, too, Jamie," I replied as Chase nodded.

"Bye, Chase, bye, Daddy Casey," Henry hollered as he and Jamie skipped over to their Daddies, and Chase and I waived at them. I sincerely hoped that any of this evening's patrons who recognized Chase remembered the non-disclosure agreement they signed upon admittance to Cordes.

"What would you like to play with?" Chase shrugged at my question. "Cars? Color?"

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, where would you like to go and eat?" I thought about here but figured there would be far too many prying eyes and the noise level in the bar area would make a get to know you session near impossible.

"I know just the place." Chase stood and headed for the door. "Are you coming?"

Hmm, shy boy had a cheeky side.

Challenge accepted.

When we walked outside, a hulking figure greeted us. Immediately I was in protective mode though I knew this guy could take me down in a single hit.

"Chase. "

"Sikes," Chase replied. "Sorry."

The guy rubbed a giant hand over his face. "You know the rules."

"I do, but," Chase gestured toward the building.

"Chase, discretion is key in our jobs. We say nothing. We are here to keep you safe."

"Sorry. Casey, this is my bodyguard, Sikes. I, um…"

"Ditched me?" The mammoth man cocked an accusatory brow. "Where to now?"

"Seven Sins."

"Wise choice. We'll follow you." His guard turned and headed for a black Dodge Charger while the car of my dreams parked beside it started up.

"Whoa. See that Mustang he's parked next to?" Chase grinned. "Is that yours? That's a…"

"2024 Mustang Dark Horse, fully loaded, manual six-speed. Got the darkest window tint possible, anonymity and all that." Given my earlier thoughts it was like Chase knew where my mind went. His safety while on the road, of course. It had nothing to do with a desire to take that bad boy out and open it up.

Yeah, definitely not a Daddy thought, more of a mid-life crisis one.

But back to safety. I could only imagine how many crazed fans would follow him if they recognized him through the side windows .

"What's the use in having the horsepower then opting for an automatic? So sad when others do that. Mind if I tag along? I'm a Mustang freak and have been dying to get inside one of these." That was putting it mildly. It'd take all I had not to cream my pants like a horny teen as he hit zero to sixty in 4.1 seconds. Jesus, I shivered at the thought.

"You good to go over there?" Chase winked. It was like night and day, the change in him now versus Chase the little who I got a brief glimpse of inside. Some littles came into their own while in the headspace whereas Chase was proving to be the opposite. Almost felt like this was Chase, the performer and not Chase, the real man.

"Yeah. Kinda." I not so nonchalantly adjusted myself which was not missed by Chase given his smirk.

We slid inside the gloriously rumbling metallic midnight blue beauty and Chase revved the engine. I swear that rumble had me hard as a fucking rock.

"How did you get ahold of one of these?" They were rare and expensive as hell.

"I know people who know people." Chase smoothly slid it into reverse and my heart raced. "Which is true, and they helped me custom order it to my specs."

Jesus, this guy.

Chase was a good boy and kept to the speed limit. Not gonna lie, I was tempted to ask him to turn toward the highway and open this bad boy up but I was sure his guards would have something to say to that.

"Sorry, I know you want to see what my girl is packing but Sikes will have my ass, and you'll quickly find out I'm not the rule breaker in the band. Not a fan of getting into trouble." His vulnerable side slipped out and gave me a bit more insight.

"Maybe someday we can take this beauty on a road trip." The words came out before I could filter them. "Not that I'm saying you want a second date."

"Date, huh? I think I'd like that, though I have to warn you, we've got a crazy schedule this year."

"I bet. The life of an up-and-coming rockstar." Not a full-time little, though I wasn't in the market for one. Hell, two hours ago I wasn't in the market for anything and now here I was in a beautiful car with an equally as beautiful man.

"Will that be a problem for you? You can come to any or all of the shows you want." And there it was again, a little in need of comfort and affirmation and he was feeling me out to see if I could give it to him. Inside I preened at the opportunity to prove my worth as a Daddy to Chase.

But was that nervous rambling or was he really interested in me?

"I'd like that." Chase visibly relaxed at my response which answered my question.

Should I be intimidated by the fact the boy I pursued likely had more money and connections than I ever would? I hoped like hell I wasn't that shallow.

Oh, how the expectations had been reversed. This would be the first for me where a boy wasn't dependent on Daddy financially, but I was up for the challenge.

We pulled into the parking garage at the restaurant and stopped at the valet.

"You trust another human with your baby?"

"'It's just a car and while I love my baby girl, she is replaceable." He patted the steering wheel. "Daddy didn't mean that, baby girl," he said and slid out of the seat.

What the hell did I just witness?

With the guards behind us, we stepped inside and were immediately taken back to a private table.

"I don't think I've ever been seated anywhere this fast." I glanced around and realized this meal would cost a small fortune and on my meager salary, ouch.

"Our management company has deals set up at a few places for us, this being one of them. They want to ensure we are safe and not completely trapped in our own lives. We really lucked out when we signed with Masterson."

Wow. At least I knew they were well taken care of and not being used for their talents which was good to know. Though I questioned if moving forward whether Chase and I would be a good fit given our economic differences. Don't overthink it, Casey. If David didn't feel Chase and I were the right combination he wouldn't have set this up.

One could only hope.

"Chase, great to see you again," the waitress said as she approached to the table. "What can I get you to drink?"

Chase threw a killer smile at her and her cheeks flushed. Rockstar Chase had joined the party.

"Great to see you, Denae. I'll have a Coke," Chase ordered.

"Iced tea for me, please."

"I'll be right back with your drinks." Her eyes were glued to Chase, and I wondered if they'd been friendly with each other.

"Past conquest?" I asked, a bit snippier than I'd intended.

"What?" Chase choked on his water and one of the guards at the next table rose. Chase held up a hand to stop him. "No. Unfortunately when I'm in public, Chase Prescott, lead singer for Embrace the Fear has to be on. Like all the fucking exhausting time on."

"That didn't answer my question." Chase shifted nervously and my gut churned. Was he mentally totaling all the bodies he'd bedded? Was I prepared to hear that number? I was no virgin by any means, but we'd all heard rumors of rockstars banging any given hole. Ugh, crude assumption. Wipe it from your brain, Casey .

"No. There are no past conquests." Chase's voice was so low I'd barely heard him.

Wait, rewind. "What?"

He glanced around and leaned across the table. "There are no past nor present conquests."

Was this kid for real or was he just fucking with me?

Given the numerous shades of red his face turned it led me to believe he was a…

A rockstar who was a virgin? Did that mythical musical unicorn even exist?

"Something literally no one but David knows about me," he whispered.

"Thank you for trusting me with your secret but given the flirting the question begs to be asked. Are you gay? Bi?" I was good either way as long as he wasn't playing me.

"Great question," he leaned back in the booth. "David and I had a similar discussion yesterday and the honest answer is I have no fucking clue."

Not the response I expected.

The flirty waitress returned, took our orders and left our drinks, but not without waving her ample breasts in his face. Chase jolted back like he'd been stung.

"Thank you, Denae," I dismissed her. She finally got the hint, or the glare I gave her sank in and she wandered off .

"Is it always like that for you?" I couldn't imagine a life like that. Every once in a while it was nice to be flirted with but to have to constantly ward off the evil advances would get old fast.

"Yes. In the beginning it was hard to ignore and the after parties were flooded with groupies trying to get into our pants. But as the rest of the band along with Maiden and Social partnered up, Masterson stopped having them, which was a huge relief. I've signed enough breasts for a lifetime."

I laughed. "Sorry, I know it's not funny but the likelihood you were into women would have had you drooling at that."

"Huh, never thought of it like that."

"What did you think of the club?" Might as well get right down to it. So far, Chase had done nothing but throw curve balls and I needed answers before moving forward.

He shrugged. "It was different. Probably would have been more fun if Henry and Jamie hadn't left. It felt weird to be alone after that."

"Have you been around other littles?"

"No. I'd never even heard the term before David caught me…" My ears perked at his open-ended share.

"Caught you doing what?"

Chase glanced around and leaned forward again. "Playing with my toys. "

Now we were getting somewhere. "Is that what you like to do to unwind? What are some of your favorites?" I sincerely hoped we were talking about the youth toys and not adult ones.

"I have a lot of toys, but most are still in their boxes. David bought me coloring books and crayons. Oh ya, and race cars." Chase squirmed, likely envisioning his beloved toys.

Just like that, we'd circled back around and were talking my language. As a Daddy, and possibly one day Chase's, it was my job to help him find that calming space. One where he didn't have to be on as he'd previously mentioned.

"You can come over and see my collection. If you want to, that is." Shy, reserved Chase. The kid I remembered from the past. The real Chase.

He had many facets like a diamond. Once you got past the cocky rockstar persona you found a lonely boy longing for someone to play with him. The boy I sought to nurture and help find his true self.

"I'd like that. Here," I slid my phone out and handed it to him. "Why don't you give me your number and text yourself, so you have mine as well." Hopefully he'd use it and maybe feel more comfortable texting questions than openly discussing them.

A work in progress. Something every human was from birth until death.

Just as he finished our food was delivered. The waitress did her best to get Chase's attention, but he ignored her and continued to stare at his phone, typing away. She sighed and left, then he handed my phone back and the screen was on the message he was working on.

Me: This is what makes me uncomfortable. I don't like being hit on. I don't like being the center of attention unless I'm on stage and to be honest, I don't really care for that either, but I love what I do and have accepted that goes along with the job. I just want to be…me.

I added my reply to the bottom and hit send.

Me: And I want nothing more than to help you find and be that boy. Away from prying eyes and around others who understand who you really are. Will you let me be your Daddy, Chase?

Bold but brave. Too soon? Maybe, but in our lifestyle we knew what we wanted and went after it. Or at least that's how I used to be.

Chase: I'd like to try but please be patient with me. This is all new to me.

Me: I am nothing if not patient, sweet boy.

His face lit up as he read my message, and I knew I'd tackled his initial worries.

Now to fire off that message David requested.

Me: Thank you, but that's all the information I'm going to give.

David: Told you so. Be gentle, he's not the persona he pretends to be.

That much I already knew.