10. Zane

Chapter 10

Zane

The next couple of weeks flew by. Zane and Marshall were spending time with one another and enjoying all the perks of being in a Daddy and Little pair. While Zane was still holding back on taking things all the way with Marshall, there was no doubting that the chemistry between them was very, very real indeed.

If Zane wasn't bending the ever-sassy Marshall over his lap for a well-earned spanking, then the pair of them were kissing and canoodling either at his barn or up in Marshall's apartment.

Truly, each and every day was fun, and Zane was now on the verge of considering himself a professional standard diaper changer. Not only that, but Zane was finding that he genuinely enjoyed the Little Space and Daddy and Little playtime moments. There was something magical about settling down on Marshall's playmat and having a game of building blocks or choo-choo trains with him .

Marshall was a free spirit and totally unashamed of his identity, and this was enough to give Zane the confidence to explore his own Daddy side too. In fact, it was getting to the point where Zane wanted to play with Marshall at each and every opportunity available to him – and there was a certain other Daddy who could very much relate to this point of view too…

‘Damn, I know exactly what you mean,' Kipp said, a big smile on his face as he took the left turn into the parking lot and gradually brought his truck to a standstill as he maneuvered it into the perfect spot. ‘Even now I still get a real kick about getting my ass down on the floor and playing with Dale. Seeing the joy in my baby boy's eyes as he plays is something that all the money in the world couldn't buy. It never gets old. And, yeah, I actually like playing with the toy cars too! Just don't tell Dale that…'

The two men laughed and got out of the truck.

Zane was beginning to view Kipp as a genuine friend. Clearly, they had the whole Daddy and Little thing in common, plus a love of working hard too. But Zane was beginning to see that Kipp was such a great all round guy that they could have been friends no matter what they did or didn't have in common.

So many of Zane's so-called friends from his career in finance had fallen off the face of the earth from the first moment that his arrest was made public. In fact, not a single work colleague or finance buddy had contacted Zane or come to visit him in prison. It was like all the supposed good times in one another's company counted for nothing now that Zane was no longer a part of that world .

The truth was that Zane had always known they were fair weather friends. It might not have been something he wanted to admit to himself at the time, but these were never going to be the kind of lifelong friendships that he had always craved. Far from it, in fact.

‘You all good, guy?' Kipp enquired, evidently noticing that Zane was in his thoughts.

‘Yeah, I'm good,' Zane said, smiling wryly. ‘Just thinking about some people I used to know.'

‘Wanna talk about it?' Kipp asked, pausing for a moment before locking the truck.

‘No, I'm good,' Zane said. ‘I guess I'm learning a lot about friendship as I get older, you know?'

‘Indeed,' Kipp said, smiling as he put his arm around Zane's shoulder and the two of them began to walk out of the parking lot and toward the main strip.

However just as they were about to leave and take a right turn onto the strip, Zane caught a glimpse of someone lurking in the rear of the parking lot.

‘One second,' Zane said, his voice quiet and serious as he focused on the man in the distance. ‘I think I know that guy…'

‘Come on, no time to waste,' Kipp barked, clearly not in the mood to people watch, no matter how suspicious Zane might be of them. ‘I don't think any major car heists are going down in Eagle Ridge today.'

‘Sure,' Zane said, a sinking feeling suddenly coming over him as the mystery man made himself clear. ‘You're probably right.'

The man was Keith Clyde.

Zane had no idea what brought Keith to Eagle Ridge, but Zane's instinct told him that it almost certainly wasn't good. Zane remembered how indifferent Keith was to the law, and how he simply saw jailtime as a side effect of living a life of crime.

‘Are you coming, dude?' Kipp hollered back once again, this time sounding a little impatient.

‘ Um , yeah, of course,' Zane replied.

Zane was in two minds about whether to tell Kipp about seeing Keith. The last thing that Zane wanted was to bring a reminder of his past as an ex-con to either Zane or indeed anyone else in Eagle Ridge. But most of all, Zane didn't want to give Marshall a single reason to think ill of him.

Zane knew that he had no real connection to Keith Clyde, other than the fact that they had shared a prison wing with one another. But in a smalltown like Eagle Ridge, that could count for a lot.

Keith's probably just passing through.

And it'll be better if he doesn't know I'm here.

I'll say nothing, and then by the end of the day I'll never have to think about him again…

After picking up various hardware from town and then heading over to the timber yard to place an order, Kipp decided that Zane's work was done for the day. This surprised Zane initially, but it turned out that Kipp had another motive to his kindness…

‘I'm planning on having some fun with Dale in the play barn,' Kipp said as the pair of them stood outside The Hot Plate. ‘And it's the kind of fun that might see us both romping around the whole ranch and not wearing many clothes while we do it…'

‘Say no more!' Zane laughed. ‘Don't worry, I'll make sure I'm back after dark.'

‘That's if you're back at all this evening…' Kipp said, a knowing look in his eye.

‘Maybe. Maybe not,' Zane replied. ‘I'm not putting any pressure on Marshall. Whatever happens, happens. It's all good with me.'

‘You're sounding more and more like a Daddy in love every day,' Kipp chuckled. ‘Anyway, enjoy your day and your evening too. We've got our hike tomorrow, so be careful not to expend too much energy.'

Zane and Kipp fist-bumped one another goodbye and Zane found himself standing outside the diner. The sun was beating down from above and with Marshall's shift not due to finish for another half-hour, Zane decided to go for a walk.

‘The less ex-cons I see, the better,' Zane muttered, making a note to keep his eyes peeled for any sightings of Keith Clyde .

As Zane walked the bustling streets and took in the sights, he was happy to see that there had been no reports of any car theft. Certainly, the lack of flashing police lights whizzing down the strip also helped set his mind at ease somewhat.

The more Zane walked around the town, the happier Zane felt that Keith was simply passing through, no doubt looking for the kind of crime-friendly place where he could meet other likeminded petty thieves and career criminals.

Eagle Ridge wasn't an especially affluent town, and people didn't tend to drive fancy cars or wear elaborate jewelry. The likelihood of Keith seeing the place as a potential target was actually pretty low if Zane's estimations were accurate.

Still, that didn't mean that Zane wasn't going to stay vigilant.

It might have been time to meet Marshall at his apartment, but for now at least Zane would very much be keeping at least one eye open for any sightings of his former prison wing neighbor Keith.

‘Pull your t-shirt up and over your head, right this second!' Zane commanded, prowling around Marshall and watching as he giddily removed his t-shirt to reveal his toned, slim body. ‘Now turn slowly for me. Show your Daddy what a sexy young man you are.'

‘Yes, sir,' Marshall said, licking his lips and doing precisely as his Daddy told him.

It hadn't taken long for Zane and Marshall to get frisky with one another. In fact, the door to Marshall's apartment had barely locked shut before the pair of them began to kiss.

But one thing was different this time in comparison to their other moments together. Zane was very much in the mood to let his Daddy Dom side come to the fore. And needless to say, Marshall was equally as keen to submit and let his Little side shine through…

‘Does Daddy want to see me touch myself?' Marshall teased, running his fingers over his nipples and slowly pulling on them. ‘Or does Daddy want to be the one doing the touching?'

‘Enough, I'm in charge,' Zane growled, standing behind Marshall and then reaching for his breasts and holding them in his large hands. ‘You'll do as you're told. No more questions. No more teasing. If I tell you to drop onto your knees, you do it. If I tell you to spread your ass cheeks wide, you do it. Is that understood?'

Zane pulled Marshall's shorts and briefs down in one rapid movement and spanked him hard on each cheek, one after the other.

‘I said, is that understood?' Zane barked.

‘Yes, Daddy,' Marshall said, his voice full of nervous excitement.

Over the previous few days, the pair of them had discussed their sexual health and also that this would be a monogamous arrangement. Together, they had decided that they wouldn't use protection when the time came. And as he watched Marshall's peachy ass cheeks wobble to his touch, Zane was very much in the mood to take things further .

‘Good, now step out of your shorts and briefs and bend over for me,' Zane said, his cock pressing up against the front of his jeans as he took in the majestic sight of Marshall stripping naked in front of his very eyes. ‘Good boy. Now spread your legs and hold your ankles.'

Marshall did precisely as he was told without a second's hesitation.

As Zane took in the view, he moved closer and squatted down behind Marshall and ran his tongue up and down his tight, pink ass hole. Marshall gasped and then moaned in pleasure, almost losing his balance as Zane pushed his tongue inside him.

‘D-D-D-D-Daddy, that feels so good,' Marshall said, sounding near breathless. ‘Please put your big, thick Daddy dick inside me.'

‘What did I say about who was giving the orders around here?' Zane growled, reaching his hands up towards Marshall's nipples and pulling on them until he moaned by way of apology. ‘That's better. The pleasure can resume now…'

Soon enough Marshall was pushing back on Zane's tongue, and Zane could tell that it wouldn't be long before he succumbed to the pleasure and came. It was time to slow things down. Well, from Marshall's pleasure point of view at least.

‘Lie on the couch,' Zane commanded. ‘Get comfortable on your back. That sassy mouth of yours is going to be working overtime in less than sixty seconds. '

Marshall giggled in delight and duly positioned himself on the couch and watched on in awe as Zane removed his t-shirt, then his jeans, and finally his briefs.

The look on Marshall's face as Zane's thumpingly hard cock sprung out from the briefs told its own story. It was time for Marshall to show his Daddy just how far – or perhaps deep – he would go for his Daddy…