15. Dale

Chapter 15

Dale

Dale had enjoyed himself immensely at The Tap House. Playing darts with Marshall was super-fun, and the pair of them had enjoyed it so much that they had even made some plans to set up a team. Whether it was going to be a Littles only team or one that Daddies could join too was still very much up for debate, but either way it was fun to be thinking about the future.

Back at Kipp's ranch house, Dale was feeling playful.

It might have been the excitement from the darts game that was fueling him, but he felt alive and ready to keep the fun times rolling. There was one problem however, and it came in the shape of a rather grumpy Daddy…

‘Hey, stink-butt. Why so glum?' Dale asked, walking into the kitchen and running his finger up Kipp's arm as he leaned up against the refrigerator with a brooding look on his face.

‘It's nothing. Just the usual BS that life throws your way from time to time,' Kipp said, trying to come over as casual but not doing a particularly effective job of it. ‘Don't worry about Daddy. It's good. I'm fine.'

Dale arched his eyebrow.

Daddy's stressed about something.

Maybe it's the Benson thing. Or that douchebag who came into the bar…

Well I think I know how I could relax him…

With that, Dale giggled and took a step back from Kipp so that he could get a full view of him as he put his fingers in his mouth and seductively pushed them in and out.

‘Boy, I'm not in the mood,' Kipp said, a slight flicker of arousal in his eyes giving Dale the encouragement to keep on going. ‘I just…'

Dale then pulled his flimsy t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

‘Daddy… do you want to see more?' Dale teased, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them drop to the floor before kicking them off.

Dale could see the look in Kipp's eyes was now very much like a hungry wolf eying up its prey. And judging from the shape of his big Daddy cock making itself more and more apparent inside his jeans, it was only a matter of time before Kipp couldn't hold off any longer.

‘Come and get me Daddy,' Dale continued, spinning around and hiking his candy-striped briefs up between his cheeks. ‘That's if you dare .'

Dale giggled provocatively and shook his ass, his supple and juicy cheeks banging into one another. And as Dale had hoped and suspected, this was the final straw for Kipp. Before Dale knew it, Kipp was striding toward him as he shrieked with delight and playfully attempted to escape his clutches.

‘Big, slow Daddy can't catch me!' Dale squealed with delight, turning and grabbing his crotch, much to Kipp's delight. ‘Too much time lifting weights and not enough doing cardio!'

‘You might regret this sass, boy!' Kipp bellowed as he reached out and grabbed Dale by his hips and immediately pulled his soft ass right into his rock-hard crotch. ‘Now let's get rid of these damn briefs.'

‘Daddy!' Dale gasped, the feeling of Kipp tearing his briefs right off his body sending him wild. ‘Put it in me. Here. Now . Bend me over the table. Fuck me hard. I can handle it.'

Dale knew that Kipp wouldn't need asking twice, and before he knew it he was being firmly bent over the kitchen table's oak surface. As Kipp held him down and kicked his legs apart, Dale heard the sound of Kipp yanking his jeans down and spitting on his palm.

Moments later, Dale let out a long, wild howl of pleasure as he felt Kipp's cock thrust itself inside his tight but willing ass hole. The feeling of Kipp's powerful thighs pushing up against the back of his legs was incredible and this was one time where Dale's love of orgasm denial was totally thrown on the wayside.

Dale wanted to feel himself climax as hard and fast as was humanly possible – and luckily for him, he wouldn't have to wait too long either…

‘Don't you want to hold on, boy?' Kipp grunted, pushing his manhood deep inside him.

‘N-n-n-n-not this time,' Dale said, his ass tight around Kipp's thick, thumpingly hard shaft. Dale reached down and took his own cock in his hands and began to pump on it, the feeling of having his Daddy inside him in such rapid circumstances evidently doing something very real to him. ‘I just want to cum for my Daddy…'

‘Then do it,' Kipp said, reaching his hands underneath Dale's body and squeezing on his pecs as he held his cock in position, deep inside Dale. ‘And that's Daddy's Orders.'

With that, Dale was powerless to stop his climax powering through his entire body. With his legs twitching and his cock pulsing wave after wave of hot cum, Dale could do nothing but moan in pure pleasure.

And as his first orgasm rolled straight into another one, he felt Kipp's hot seed shooting inside him, accompanied by his most masculine grunts of satisfaction.

‘Damn, boy, only you could do that to me,' Kipp said, allowing his body to collapse on top of Dale's. ‘Fuck. That was hot. And just say if I'm too heavy.'

‘No, I like it,' Dale replied. ‘I guess you were quick enough to catch me after all…'

‘Ha! I guess I was,' Kipp replied, his breath tickling the back of Dale's neck. ‘Come on, let's get showered. And after that, I'm thinking a quick bedtime story and then a good night's sleep for the pair of us.'

Dale smiled and let out one final soft moan of pleasure as he felt Kipp slowly pull his cock out of his cum-filled ass.

‘Daddy, will you carry me?' Dale asked, genuinely unsure whether his legs would even be operational at this point, but also simply wanting to be carried by his most incredibly hot Daddy.

‘Of course, my love,' Kipp replied. ‘I'll carry you whenever, wherever, and for however long you want…'

Dale smiled and giggled as Kipp duly picked him up and put him over his shoulder.

It was very rapidly dawning on Dale that Kipp was one in a million – and he might just be the man he wanted to be his Forever Daddy…

The next morning came around and Dale woke from his slumber to the sight of an empty space next to him where Kipp should have been. But before he was even able to wonder where his Daddy was, Dale was reassured by the sound of logs being chopped out the front of the ranch house.

‘Does Daddy ever take a day off?' Dale mused, bringing his stuffy Rebel close to his body and giving him his morning snuggle. ‘I think we should go out and say hello.'

Dale sat up in the bed and stretched his arms above his head.

To say that Dale slept well would have been an understatement. After their fun in the kitchen, both Dale and Kipp had quickly showered and got into bed as planned. But once underneath the cozy cover, Dale had only been able to stay awake for a few minutes, five at the most.

After letting his eyes shut and getting himself as close to Kipp's hulking body as he possibly could, Dale had slept soundly all through the night. There was something about falling asleep next to a man like Kipp that made Dale feel just about as safe and secure as he could ever recall feeling in his whole life.

Kipp truly was the complete package, and Dale didn't want to tempt fate any further but everything about Kipp was screaming Forever .

‘Come on, Rebel, let's get our lazy butts up and out of bed,' Dale smiled, hopping out of bed and walking over toward the window.

After opening the shutters, Dale could indeed see Kipp working away.

Wearing his denim work dungarees with no t-shirt underneath, Kipp could easily have been a model for a Daddy calendar. The thought of it sent a tingle of excitement over Dale but his most prevailing feeling was wanting to get outside into the early morning sun and saying hello to his Daddy.

However as Dale was just about to leave the bedroom he saw a message flash up on his phone.

‘Maybe it's Marshall…' Dale said. ‘And maybe he has some fun plans!'

But Dale's enthusiasm soon turned to something altogether less welcome…

BENSON: Come out, come out, wherever you are… It's only a matter of time before we'll be reunited. And I'll be expecting all the money I'm owed, plus interest, and interest on top of the interest. And if I don't get it? Damn. You don't want to know what will happen. Trust me on that. This has gone on long enough. I'm coming for you, Dale…

Dale dropped the phone to the floor and felt himself freeze. Suddenly it felt like he was stuck to the polished wood beneath his feet and a hundred horses couldn't pull him away.

‘W-w-w-w-why's he doing this to me?' Dale whispered, two tears rolling down his cheeks. ‘I want… I want… I just want him to leave me alone.'

Dale tried to call out for his Daddy to come in from outside but no words came out.

It was no good. Dale felt himself paralyzed by fear. The thought that Benson either knew where he was or was getting closer to finding out was too much to handle. Suddenly, the entire feeling around Dale's morning had flipped. This felt like a nightmare, except it was all too real.

All Dale could do was whisper the same words over and over and over again…

‘Help me, Daddy. Help me…'