8. Kipp

Chapter 8

Kipp

Kipp enjoyed his brief shift at The Hot Plate way more than he imagined he would. Sure, it was Marshall who was doing the bulk of the work, but Kipp enjoyed pitching in and taking control of the coffee making process. In fact, he even put his own twist on the coffee that he couldn't wait to tell Max about upon his return.

But as much as Kipp had a surprisingly fun time at the diner, he knew that when his shift ended that he wasn't cut out for that life in the long run. Far from it, in fact. Kipp's place was on the ranch, showing his strength and building something for himself and hopefully the community too.

The fact that Kipp had struggled to remember any orders at the diner might also have played a part in his relief when the shift drew to a close.

Fortunately for Kipp, he had the perfect answer to shake out the cobwebs and get himself back on track…

Metal Work Gym was the place to be for any man or woman in Eagle Ridge who wanted to get in shape and stay that way. It was a welcoming environment where hard work, sweat, and good banter between the clientele was all par for the course.

The gym's homely exterior might have given a certain impression of the place, but the interior was something else. Packed with the latest heavy lifting machines, squat racks, and miles upon miles of dumbbells, it truly catered for every need.

And when Kipp and his Daddy friends were there, the gym was loaded with even more testosterone than ever…

‘One… more… fucking… rep,' Kipp grunted, pushing the barbell up and re-racking it, ably spotted by his friend Trey.

‘Hell yeah, brother,' Trey said. ‘A three hundred and ninety five pounds bench press. Even I'm impressed. Hell, I think that might be a gym record.'

‘I don't know about that,' Kipp replied, taking a moment to compose himself. ‘But it's not half bad for a dude in his forties, that's for sure.'

Kipp and Trey fist-bumped one another and smiled.

It was Trey's turn to get himself down on the bench and show what he could do. Trey was a great guy. The owner of The Tap House, Trey was in his early forties and had an eye for making money – especially if it had a connection to alcohol too. Trey had taken over The Tap House some years ago when it was on the verge of shutting down. But with plenty of hard work, hustle, and more than a little bit of risky investment too, Trey had brought it all the way back to its best.

The only thing missing from Trey's life was a boy.

But with his mind focused on business, it seemed like for the time being at least he would need to lower his expectations of finding a Forever love and take any fun and frolics where he could get it.

‘You've got this,' Kipp said, keeping an eagle eye on Trey as he attempted to match his previous bench press. ‘Keep fucking pushing. It's coming. Nearly there. Nearly. Nearly. Hell yeah!'

Trey gratefully re-racked the bar after successfully lifting the same three-nine-five as Kipp had managed. The two of them were well matched physically, albeit Kipp's outdoor work gave him the edge when it came to endurance.

‘Hey, looks like we're both hitting the personal bests today,' Trey said, his black tank top showing off his impressively boulder-esque shoulders. ‘And you know what I'm going to say next, right?'

Kipp laughed so loud that it briefly threatened to drown out the music pumping out of the gym's sound system.

‘Does it have anything to do with sinking a few cold ones at your place?' Kipp asked, knowing full well what Trey's answer would be. ‘Because if it does, the answer's yes.'

‘Let's do it,' Trey laughed. ‘Come on. We'll shower and then haul our asses to my place. I've got a great new beer from Germany on this week. Trust me, you won't believe how fucking refreshing it is.'

The two Daddies proceeded to walk from the gym floor and into the men's locker room. As they began to strip down ahead of a shower, the subject soon turned to the spanking that Kipp had dished out to Dale…

‘Don't get me wrong, it was all kinds of hot,' Kipp said. ‘But the last thing I want to do is catch feelings for a boy who's not even planning on sticking around.'

‘Tell me about it,' Trey replied. ‘I haven't come close to a relationship since my last love skipped town. I don't hold any grudges. He had a great opportunity with Doctors Without Borders. I guess we just weren't meant to be. But even his pretty damn good reason for leaving didn't make it much easier to get over him.'

‘I know, I know,' Kipp replied, now naked and standing proud next to Trey. ‘Boys, huh?'

‘Indeed,' Trey replied. ‘But I need to know a little bit more about this spanking…'

‘I thought you would,' Kipp laughed. ‘He's got a great butt. Small, but juicy. There was plenty of wobbling going on when I brought my hand down, put it that way.'

‘Now we're talking,' Trey replied, his upper chest looking beefy and pumped after what was a tough training session. ‘Did he use his safeword?'

‘Nah, he hung on in there,' Kipp said, smiling. ‘I have to hand it to him, he's tough. He's got potential too. I can see it. I think he just needs to work out what he wants from life. And I hope that it involves him staying in Eagle Ridge. But I'm not going to pressure him. No fucking way. That's a recipe for disaster.'

Trey nodded his approval.

‘Okay, let's hit the showers and then get over to your place,' Kipp said. ‘And when I say I'm expecting something special from this German beer, I'm not kidding. You can't hype a new ale if it's not going to live up to expectation.'

‘Have faith, brother,' Trey laughed. ‘Have faith.'

With that, the two big, gruff and very naked Daddies made their way into the showers. They would soon be at The Tap House, but what Kipp hadn't banked on was that he might just bump into a familiar face – and it wouldn't be one of his other Daddy friends either…

The Tap House was just beginning to get busy. It was the early evening and there was a mix of bikers, truckers, locals, and even a table of college students from the nearby campus there.

Trey prided himself on creating the kind of place where anyone and everyone would feel comfortable spending time and he had truly achieved his goal with The Tap House. Sure, there would be the occasional drunken ruckus, but that was to be expected. Even with the best intentions in the world, there would be the odd brawl where copious amounts of booze had been consumed.

Generally though, The Tap House was all about fun times and friendship.

Trey even dreamed of opening other Tap Houses across the state. Trey was an ambitious guy, someone who loved nothing more than to set himself a goal and then work to reach it. But as much as he could see Taps across the state, Trey always knew that the Eagle Ridge original would be the one that meant the most to him.

As Kipp and Trey entered, Kipp felt like he needed a beer. It had been a long day up to that point, and the workout with Trey had only added to his fatigue.

‘Here you go. Enjoy,' Trey said, taking his position behind the bar and handing Kipp a bottle of his much-hyped new German tipple. ‘Straight from Munich to Eagle Ridge. And the first one is on the house!'

‘Cheers,' Kipp said, touching bottles with Trey and taking a big glug. ‘Damn. Oh damn. This is one seriously refreshing beer. You've outdone yourself, Trey.'

‘I told you!' Trey laughed.

The two Daddies then began to talk sports, ranch construction, and even set in place some plans for them both to break the mythical four hundred pound barrier in the bench press.

However when Trey had to attend to some business in the basement, and cast his eyes around the bar and saw none other than Dale and Marshall sitting in the corner booth. By the looks of it, they were having quite the fun time. With conspiratorial looks on their faces, they giggled and gossiped away like they were having the time of their lives.

Kipp had no intention of interrupting their fun, but when he caught Marshall's eye, he knew he had no choice but to at least walk over and say hello. After all, Kipp was their temporary boss, and it wouldn't look good if he snubbed them.

‘Hey, I hope you're having a good time,' Kipp said, smiling.

‘Yeah, we're having a fun time,' Marshall replied, his eyes darting back and forth from Kipp to Dale and back again. ‘You wanna join us?'

‘I… um… no, I'm good,' Kipp replied. ‘But thanks for the offer.'

‘Suit yourself, stink butt,' Dale piped up, rocking his head back and laughing. ‘Sorry. Only fooling around.'

‘Uh-huh,' Kipp replied, not exactly impressed. ‘Anyway. Have a good night and remember, no more tardiness. I'm looking at you there, Dale.'

Kipp was about to turn and walk away when he heard Dale whisper something under his breath…

‘Excuse me?' Kipp enquired, not quite sure what he had just heard but knowing that he needed it confirmed. ‘What did you just say?'

‘I said…' Dale giggled, clearly trying to show off in front of Marshall. ‘I said… I'll show up when I'm good and ready. And you can go sit on a cactus if you don't like it!'

Kipp felt the anger rise up inside him.

Kipp could take a joke, but he didn't appreciate being so flagrantly sasses by a Little. And a Little who was working for him too. This would require a direct response. And it would need to happen right now.

Keep it cool.

Don't let him see that he's got to you.

But lay down the law…

‘You've got one chance,' Kipp said. ‘Apologize. Or face the consequences.'

‘Okay, I am sorry,' Dale said, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. ‘Sorry that you're such a silly goose with a big butt.'

Dale clearly had no intention of taking Kipp seriously. And the boy would have to learn a lesson.

Without wasting a single second, Kipp took Dale by the hand and marched him outside the bar, into the parking lot, and up into the rear bench seat of his truck.

It was time to give this sassy young man his second spanking of the day…

‘ Oweeee !' Dale protested, wriggling his butt as he lay across Kipp's lap in the rear of his truck.

‘Stay still and take your medicine,' Kipp said, hiking Dale's briefs further up his butt cheeks. ‘You're getting six hard spanks in total this time. If you hadn't been spanked this morning, it would be double. Count yourself lucky.'

‘ Bleurgh . Whatever,' Dale said, clearly empowered to sass even harder after his one cocktail.

‘As you wish,' Kipp retorted, landing spank after spank onto Dale's delectable rear end. ‘Naughty boys must learn. And this time, you can call me Daddy when I spank you.'

Kipp could hear Dale gasp at the mention of the D-word.

But sure enough, each spank was followed by Dale thanking his Daddy.

It felt great to hear Dale submit to his demands, and even though he had thoroughly deserved his spanking, the fact he was addressing him as Daddy did make Kipp ease off just a little bit.

‘And that is just about… that!' Kipp said, bringing his hand down for one final spank.

‘Thank you… Daddy ,' Dale said, breathless and immediately reaching around to comfort his red hot butt cheeks.

‘Don't mention it,' Kipp chuckled. ‘Now it's a good job I've got some cooling gel in my ice box, isn't it?'

With that, Kipp reached into the front and took the tube of cooling gel out of his small ice box and applied it to Dale's cheeks. As he did this, Kipp could sense Dale applying downward pressure onto his legs with his seemingly hard cock. He was evidently enjoying the aftercare. And the truth was that Kipp was too.

We've got something.

There's a spark.

He might drive me crazy, but I'm there for it…

In that moment, Kipp sensed that things might be about to get a lot more complex between him and Dale. There was a heat between them that was going to get more and more difficult to keep a lid on.

‘How about I drive you home?' Kipp asked, averting his eyes as Dale got off his lap and pulled his briefs out of his butt and hiked his jeans back up. ‘I think you need a good night's rest and maybe then you might arrive on time for work tomorrow.'

Kipp made his comment with a light touch. The boy had been punished for his lateness that morning, and the matter was over with as far as he was concerned. But that didn't mean that he could keep on arriving for work as and when he pleased.

‘Thank you, I'd like that,' Dale said, an innocence in his voice that Kipp hadn't heard much amongst the jokes and the sass that he'd witnessed up to this point.

Tomorrow would be a new day and a new slate.

And Kipp was determined that Dale was going to fall into line.

The only question was whether Dale was as receptive to his timekeeping demands as he was to having his bottom heated up?