Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

TIMOTHY

I hang the sheet of paper on the outside of the arena doors, making sure to add extra tape so it doesn’t fall off. It’s one of many I’ve had to put up all around the building to ensure fans knew which way to come inside.

Tonight we’re having a Trick or Treat with an Athlete event, hosted by the Bellport Foundation. Fans pay a small fee to get inside, which supports local charities as another of the foundation's fundraising events.

As part of their fee, they’ll get to meet the players, play various games set up around the arena, and even take pictures with a rotation of star athletes dressed in costumes. It’s going to be a busy night.

“There you are, bestie!” Jake cries once I’m back in the building. “Where have you been? And where is your costume?”

I frown, looking down at my red polo and khaki pants. “I’m in costume. You know? I’m a good neighbor,” I hum the tune.

He rolls his eyes before blowing a raspberry. “That’s lame. You can do better than that. In fact, I’ve got the perfect costume waiting for you in the back. Let’s go change.”

I don’t get the chance to tell him no. He grabs my hand, practically dragging me through the crew of folks setting things up. We weave around tables and dodge under banners until we reach the locker room.

The space is empty when we step inside since everyone is already working the event. Jake takes me over to a massive cardboard box overflowing with fabric.

“It’s in here… just a sec… let me…” he grumbles while tossing outfits behind him. They smack me in the face one by one, each dropping to the floor because I refuse to try to clean when he’s this way.

Destructive Jake is best left to his plotting. Maybe it won’t be all that bad.

Eventually, he makes a sound of approval and lifts a multicolored heap of fabric. Shaking it out doesn’t help me figure out what the heck it is.

“Um, what is that?”

Jake grins. “It’s your costume. Go put it on! I’ll wait right here.”

He presses the fabric to my chest, then takes a seat on the bench on top of the haphazardly piled up clothing. His phone comes out before I even step away. From his grin, I have no doubt he’s texting one of his men.

I’ll admit, I thought Jake was losing his mind the first time I saw him flirting with Leon and Maddox. It’s been a couple of weeks now since this thing between them started. I’ve never seen my boss happier though.

Which means I can’t judge him. Not that I really want to. It’s just… shocking. Jake’s not the romantic type.

I guess it just goes to show you can’t tell anyone’s preferences just from looking at them.

In the shower area, I slip out of my shirt and khakis to put on the strange outfit. It’s only got one zipper in the front. It feels a bit like a onesie when I get it on, though I still can’t make sense of the pattern.

The entire thing is covered in colorful streamer pieces. They dangle around my body, flapping with every move I make.

Back in the locker room, I call out to Jake, “I’m here. Now tell me what I am.”

He looks up quickly, a wide grin taking over his face. He snaps a photo of me before I can say no, then turns it to me.

“You’re a pinata! Now people can ‘hit’ on you all night as an opening line. We’ll get you a boyfriend in no time!”

I blush at the notion. Why in the world is Jake trying to set me up with someone? And why does he think a charity event is a good idea to do it at?

“That’s not necessary. I have a partner already. I don’t want to be hit on,” I admit.

“Who is it? I know you had a crush on Coach for a minute there, but I haven’t heard you mention anyone else, bestie. You can’t be keeping secrets like this!”

He stomps his foot, hands moving to his hips as he starts one of his petulant meltdowns.

For some reason, his bratty behavior triggers my Little instincts. Or maybe it’s the onesie I’m wearing. Or heck, it could be because I’m thinking of Daddy in general that I feel the need to retreat from the conversation.

Jake doesn’t realize I’m pulling back as he continues his tirade. It’s only when a voice bellows, “Enough!” that he stops.

Daddy strides into the locker room with Maddox and Leon on his heels. His face is a storm cloud of emotion. It’s odd to see, considering he’s in a giant teddy bear costume.

“Are you ok, honeybee?” he asks me softly, his hands pulling me into his arms. I take my first real breath as I nod against him.

When I look over at Jake, his jaw is hanging open. “Holy cow! You’re… you’re together! This is amazing. Way to snag the hottie, T-man.”

“Excuse me?” Maddox growls. “Why are you calling Coach a hottie?”

Luke balks.

Jake continues taunting his men saying, “Have you seen him? Grade A beef right there.”

“That’s enough from you, brat,” Leon tells him as he grips the back of his neck. “No need to cause such a commotion. Apologize to Timothy for being intrusive so we can get back on the floor for this event.”

I watch as the three of them have some kind of silent conversation. It’s funny to watch given the costumes, yet it’s no less powerful.

Jake is really, truly connected to these men. They’ve got this whole throuple thing figured out, even though I’m more than a bit confused by it.

After they finish their silent stare off, Jake turns to me. I’m still tucked into Luke’s chest, but that doesn’t stop the youngest Bellport. He squishes right up beside me, his body hovering just above leaning on my Daddy.

“I’m sorry, Timothy. I know better than to push people about things. It’s no fun for anyone when I’m like this. Are you ok?”

“Yes,” I answer softly as I fight the urge to shove my thumb in my mouth.

He stares me down for a second longer before nodding. “You’re not, but you will be. Let Luke take care of you for a while before coming out. I’ll take care of things until you’re ready.”

With that statement, he takes off with his men. The door shuts behind them, leaving me and Daddy alone at last.

Luke rubs my back softly, his hands calming the last of my unease. “You holding up, honeybee?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply automatically.

This time it’s true at least. I feel more relaxed in a few seconds alone with him than I have all day.

We’ve made it a point to spend as much time together as we could these last several weeks. Sometimes it’s easy because I’ll simply ride home with him, or he’ll drop me off at my place and stick around for a while.

Other times, it’s a nightmare because the team has to travel for games. Jake goes to a lot of them, but we don’t have time to make it to them all, given the foundation needs our time.

Which, of course, means I don’t get to be with Daddy when he’s away. Thankfully, we’ve managed to master the art of video calls and texting.

My only big complaint is that we can’t really progress much with how little time we have. All our time together is still mostly surface level. We’ve gotten each other off here and there, and he even showed me how talented his mouth is one evening after a long, trying day. But past that, we’re at a standstill.

I rub my face against the soft fur of his outfit. It’s relaxing enough to pull away the frustration I feel, though my cock stays rock hard between us. I have to shift my hips back, so he doesn’t feel it.

“You don’t seem all that much better. Let’s go to my office for some quiet time,” he suggests.

Moving through the space with him is familiar and easy. We reach his office quickly, then he’s closing the door to give us some privacy.

He eases onto the couch against the wall, then motions for me to follow. As I try to sit beside him, he grips my hips and places me in his lap. I squawk at the move, then moan as the hard shell of the bear belly presses against my length.

Wide eyed, I give Daddy my best innocent look to cover the sound. He doesn’t buy it for one second.

“What was that, honeybee?” His grin tells me he already knows the answer.

Leaning forward, he looks down at my cock tenting the outfit I’m in. The thin fabric makes it rather obvious how aroused I am.

“You want my help with that? It sure looks uncomfortable.”

I’m nodding before I think it through. How in the world will he help me with this right now? And why would I want to risk getting caught when we’re supposed to be out on the floor already?

This is definitely not what Jake had in mind for me to do to calm down.

“Daddy is going to stay very still so you can use him, ok? I want you to rub against me until you can’t stand it anymore. Then I want you to come so I can clean you all up.”

My mouth drops open at the filthy idea.

He wants me to… to hump him. Like he’s a real stuffed animal.

Sure, I’ve seen people do it in porn on the few times I watched. And I have a friend on the Little server who talks about how fun it is with just the right amount of pressure.

But I’ve never actually done this.

Daddy senses my hesitation. “Would you like some help getting started, honeybee?”

“Yes, please,” I reply quickly.

Smiling at me, he takes my hips in his hands. He pulls me forward gently, his gaze on my reaction. I can’t hide the way it makes my mouth drop open as pleasure shoots through me.

“That’s it,” he moans. “Take what you need, baby.”

His hands guide me a few more times, then they shift to trailing over my body. It’s like he’s grown an extra set of arms, the way he roams over every inch of me never stopping in one place too long.

My hips move at a steady pace as I press my cock against him. It’s dirty and delicious, with just enough friction to have my orgasm rushing forward in far too short a time.

“Daddy! Gonna come.” I pant the words out as my hips start to stutter.

Not one to halfway do a job, he grips my lower half to keep me moving. His pace mimics the one I’d set perfectly, his observation skills proving to still be strong as ever.

When I break apart a few seconds later, I have to bury my face in his neck to muffle my cries. The way my body breaks for him feels otherworldly.

“Oh, honeybee. You’re so perfect. So beautiful. Coming for Daddy like the good boy you are,” he whispers over and over.

I relax against him in a heap, my body wrung out from the pleasure.

Daddy doesn’t let me stay that way for too long though. Soon, I’m on my back, and he’s unzipping my outfit. I don’t even stop to ask why. There’s no need when I trust him so completely.

The minute I’m out of the onesie, he tugs down my underwear and mouths my softening length. He licks and sucks, cleaning the remainder of my release until there can’t possibly be anymore left.

“Hmmmm,” he hums appreciatively as he sits up. I watch him lick his lips, like he’s savoring the taste. Or maybe he’s chasing the last drop he found. Either way, it’s really sexy.

What’s not sexy is the mess I made in my underwear or the way the costume I’d been wearing is likely ruined. Daddy takes notice of the issue right away.

“You can wear the other costume instead. And I’m sure I have a pair of clean boxers you can throw on underneath if you want.”

“Yes, please,” I say.

It only takes a few minutes to get sorted out, then we’re back on the main floor with everyone none the wiser. At least, I hope they’re not. Granted, there’s no neon sign flashing ‘humped the bear’ above my head so we should be good.

Daddy and I stroll through the space waving at fans as we go. It’s only when Jake cries out in disappointment that the actions in the office fill my mind again.

“You changed back?! I know I was nosy, but did you really have to give up the pinata? It was so cute on you.” Jake pouts as he takes in my plain outfit.

I don’t really know how to answer him without giving away what we did. Thankfully, the man beside me knows just what to say.

“There was an issue with the zipper when Timothy went to the restroom. It’s broken, but I’m going to get it fixed for next time it’s needed.”

Jake gives him a curious stare, though he doesn’t press the issue. Instead, I’m handed the clipboard and told what’s been checked up on.

It’s like nothing ever happened at all.

Except, the smirk Daddy keeps throwing my way tells me it very much did. Whose life am I living and how do I get to stay here? I don’t ever want to go back to how it was before.