2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Stanley

Here I sat with two adorable littles under my arms, yet my eyes hadn’t left Jobe as he danced the night away. Had he known I watched his every move? Given the show he put on it was highly possible.

Master Simon had been far too rough with him last night and if you asked me he overstimulated Jobe’s prostate and made him come until I and everyone around heard Jobe safeword.

I knew for a fact I wasn’t the only member who reported Simon to the head mistress that ran Cordes. I hoped like hell his sorry ass got banned. If not, I was ready, willing, and financially able to escalate the issue and see to it he never practiced as a Dom again.

As the night wore on, Jobe’s actions became sloppier and the guy dancing with him was far too handsy. Something was wrong.

“Excuse me, boys, stay here.” I slid from the booth and followed Jobe down the dark corridor that led to the restrooms.

When I got there Mr. Handsy was having his way with Jobe until I shouted. Jobe dropped to the ground, crawled into the nearest stall and proceeded to vomit. I knew what that asshole’s plans were for Jobe and that wasn’t happening. Not on my watch.

“None of your fucking business, old man. Get the fuck out.”

Devon, the security guard, had followed me in and was currently radioing for backup. This overgrown gorilla had no right to do what he did to Jobe, and I hoped to fuck the club had him arrested. Jobe was nearly passed out and the fucker was determined to take what he wanted and would’ve succeeded had I not stepped in.

“Get him out of here! I’ll tend to Jobe,” I shouted at Devon. I’d apologize later, it wasn’t his fault this happened. Not entirely at least. Some of these clubs had become way too lax. One of many reasons why I no longer frequented as many.

Devon and the other mammoth bouncer grabbed Jobe’s assailant’s arms and pinned them behind him before they escorted him out while I wetted a handful of paper towels to wipe Jobe down with.

“Daddy?” Jobe drunkenly stuttered, though I knew he wasn’t drunk. He’d been drugged by that asshole.

“I’ve got you.”

“You’re outta here permanently!” was the last thing I heard from Devon as the door shut behind them. Had security not stepped up I may have been the one getting arrested for assault after I beat that guy’s ass.

I ordered an Uber and fired off a message to the two boys I’d been with. Apologizing for cutting our evening short and letting them know a car waited outside to take them home while I waited for Jobe to stop vomiting.

There were a few clubs such as this one where I possibly got away with a bit more than most, but this was Vegas, after all, and everyone had their price. Right? Besides, I never did anything to hurt another nor did I take what wasn’t mine. No meant no and that was a rule I’d never bend on.

When it appeared that Jobe had nothing left in him, I helped him stand and walked him over to the sinks to help rinse his mouth out. He stared up at me glassy-eyed, and I kept a protective arm around his waist as I finished cleaning him up.

“Daddy Stanley?”

“Yes. Let’s get you home.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” His words were sloppy, but I could still make them out.

Normally he would’ve taken that as an offer and been all over me, but not this time. When he came to in the morning he’d realize how badly he fucked up, and not just with me but with himself. Even though he’d thrown up, the drugs were still running through his system and he was in for one long night and an even worse morning.

He was barely lucid as we waited for the valet to bring my car around. Devon helped me get him inside and seat-belted in, and I tipped him handsomely for his assistance this evening.

“I made sure the boys got into the car you ordered for them.” Devon nodded as I handed him another hundred, though I knew that wasn’t what he was after. He was a good guy and protective of the boys who passed through this establishment’s doors.

“Thank you, for everything. I’ll make sure Jobe is taken care of.”

Jobe was non-responsive at this point so asking where he lived was a waste, so I had no choice other than to bring him to my penthouse.

The bellman at my building, William, helped me inside and into the elevator, each of us with a protective arm around Jobe.

“Please, wait here,” I told William.

I scooped up Jobe and carried him into the spare bedroom and laid him down then returned to a waiting William.

“Thank you for your help,” I handed him a large tip. “I appreciate it.” With a nod, William left, and no further questions were asked.

I stripped Jobe down to his tiny, sexy as hell lace panties and tucked him in. The fresh wounds on his back were a staunch reminder of what had taken place the previous night. The anger reignited as rage coursed through my veins. I was a protective Daddy by nature but something about this wayward soul pushed my limits.

Once Jobe was situated I went to my own room and slipped into a pair of silk lounge pants and a T-shirt. I was in for a long, uncomfortable night in the bedside chair while he slept. The chances he’d choke on his own vomit were high and I wasn’t about to let that happen.

On the way back to the room, I grabbed a bottle of water and aspirin. He’d need to take these first thing in the morning. The way these date rape pills worked left those who’d ingested them with a hell of a hangover the next day. Plus, all the alcohol he’d consumed would only serve to exacerbate that.

As Jobe slept, I checked emails on my iPad until I finally dozed off.

“Well, well, well, look who came to the party.” I woke to Jobe’s sarcastic words and all too familiar attitude. “And I’m all nakey. Whatever shall you do with me?” He wiggled his ass beneath the sheets.

“Cut the crap, Jobe.” I groaned as I stood and stretched, popping every inch of my body. “You know damn good and well that’s not why you’re here.”

What was it about this boy that brought out this side of me? I was a firm but fun Daddy who generally preferred age play to dominance. Yet everything in me wanted to take Jobe over my knee and make him submit. Though in hindsight, that would likely serve as foreplay to him and not the intended punishment.

“Get showered and meet me in the kitchen. Towels are in the cupboard and new toothbrushes are in the drawer in the bathroom.” I turned and left, not stopping until I reached my own room and shut the door behind me.

As much as Jobe drove me to the brink, the fear of seeing his name on the news, and not for positive reasons, kept me from choking him. Beneath the rainfall showerhead I stood, willing my heartrate back down as I sought the desired Zen to pull myself together. Only once I reached it did I dare proceed to deal with Jobe . Make breakfast and take him home. You’ve done all you can do for the boy.

But had I really?

Don’t second guess yourself. This one may be beyond repair, Stanley.

“Sit. Eat,” I barked at Jobe when he entered the kitchen.

“Sir. Yes, Sir!” He mock saluted me and I growled. “Oooh, a growly Daddy. Jobie likey.”

“Knock it off, Jobe. Eat your oatmeal then I’m taking you home.” I slid a bowl of it topped with fresh berries in front of him. Without another word from the smart-ass, he dug in. “Coffee or milk?”

His eyes widened. Was he surprised I asked, or had it been the selections that threw him off? “Um, coffee with cream if you have it, please, otherwise milk will do.”

I started the Keurig and watched as he ate, his head down the entire time. How quickly this boy went from sarcastic to submissive. “Here you go.” I handed him a cup and finished making my own meal.

Jobe ate and then rinsed his dishes. “Handwash or in the dishwasher?”

“Dishwasher is fine.” He stepped aside as I did the same. “Let’s go.”

I started the car, and he plugged his address into the onscreen GPS. Oddly enough, and much to my surprise, his place wasn’t far from mine. Given Jobe’s name brand wardrobe, this shouldn’t have surprised me as it had. I knew very little of this spoiled man and I suppose that was totally on me. I mean, the annual membership fee at Cordes wasn’t cheap so I should’ve figured he had money.

I parked in the loading zone in front of his building and put the flashers on. I’d only be gone long enough to see to it that this troubled boy found his way inside his own place. Then and only then would I bid him goodbye and be on my way. After that, whatever he did was on him. I’d done my due diligence as a Daddy. Well, not his Daddy but this would assuage any guilt that may come.

“Aren’t you coming inside?” Jobe flirted as he opened the door, and I took a quick peek inside.

“No, Jobe, this is as far as I go. Alone time to reflect on what you’ve done will hopefully do you some good. It was dangerous and idiotic.” My blood pressure rose with each word as I recounted the incident that led us to this uncomfortable predicament.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Master.”

“That right there is exactly why you’ll never be my boy.”

“Why don’t you like me?”

“Because you’re a prissy little twink in desperate need of an infinite time out.” Without another word I turned and left before I said or did anything I’d regret.