12. Zane

Chapter 12

Zane

‘Now this is something,' Zane said, happily striding along Sunset Forest's dry woodland with his friendly pup by his side. ‘Thanks for inviting me. Or should I say us .'

‘Don't mention it. You're a friend, and friends do stuff together,' Kipp replied, his own dog Brutus barking his approval as Zane's unofficially adopted pup ran to play with him.

‘Hell yeah,' Axel added, laughing heartily as his dog Laser joined the other two canines. ‘And I mean… you're pretty much all set as a Daddy now, right?'

Zane arched his eyebrow and clenched his jaw.

‘I'm guessing that Marshall filled in both of your Littles, right?' Zane asked, knowing full well that the boy had been gossiping about their bedtime antics.

Kipp and Axel laughed and nodded .

But rather than freeze or try to shut things down, Zane actually felt like he could relax into the moment and appreciate the fact that he had two new friends to talk to about relationship fun. Of course, this was assuming that he and Marshall were for real…

‘You guys both know this started as a tryout for me,' Zane said, the three Daddies continuing to walk up the steep incline that would bring them out of the forest and onto the open mountain. ‘The Daddy and Little world seemed so out there. No offence.'

‘None taken,' Kipp laughed. ‘But let me guess, it doesn't seem so weird now, right?'

‘Nope,' Zane answered. ‘It feels natural. It feels… right . It's hard to say exactly when it happened, but I guess it kind of crept up on me. Honestly if you'd told me a month ago that one of my favorite things would be singing my boy a bedtime nursery rhyme, I'd have thought you were crazy. But now? Hell no. I'm down for it all the way.'

Zane felt a little self-conscious having been so open with Kipp and Axel, but the looks of friendly approval on their faces set him at ease. The aftereffects of his jailtime might still have been lingering, but Zane was now seeing a future where he could open up and be himself around the right kind of people – and Kipp and Axel very much fit into that category.

The three men and their dogs continued along with the walk and despite a big black cloud in the distance, the sun continued to shine above their heads. And after scaling a somewhat tricky mini ridge, the three Daddies took a seat and broke out the cold brew coffee .

‘Damn, this is just what I needed,' Axel chuckled. ‘Like you Zane, I was up late last night too. Arlo's stamina is off the charts, especially for an old dude like me. But I'll be damned if he's going to wear me out. No chance. I'm the Daddy, and we'll go all night if that's what it takes.'

Zane laughed and felt a true brotherly bond with his new friends. Axel and Kipp might have been a couple of years older than him, but the pair of them had looked after themselves so well, both physically and mentally.

Maybe it was the Eagle Ridge air that served Axel and Kipp so well.

Maybe it was their genetics.

Or, perhaps most likely, it was that Axel and Kipp had found the right boy and settled down with them with all their hearts.

Zane gulped down the last of his cold brew and stood up from the grassy verge. With spectacular views in every direction and a genuine sense of wellbeing coursing through his veins, Zane let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.

Life was looking up.

And it was all down to his new way of life.

Eagle Ridge, Marshall, the world of Daddies and their Littles… as far as Zane was concerned, he had it all. And with a mischievous little pup in tow too, Zane was beginning to wonder whether his new life might just be his dream life too.

Back at the ranch, Zane could hear the sound of Kipp and Dale romping around their playroom together. But far from feeling jealous, Zane was fully contented in the fact that he was up in the bathroom with his own special little man.

‘Daddy, will you check that the water isn't too hot for my little butt?' Marshall asked, looking adorable in his yellow duck-hooded towel.

‘Way ahead of you, baby boy,' Zane replied, reaching into the bath and pulling out the boat-shaped thermometer. ‘All good. Come on, towel off and let's get you all fresh and clean.'

‘Hey! I'm not all dirty and stinky!' Marshall protested, bursting into laughter as he whipped his towel off his head and got into the bath. ‘Bubbles! Yay for the bubbliest bubbles in town!'

Zane looked on as Marshall momentarily submerged himself underneath the thick layer of bubble bath before popping back up and kneeling so that his top half was fully on display and some of his lower half too.

‘Quit staring, naughty Daddy,' Marshall teased, rubbing his fingers over his bubble-covered nipples and shaking his semi-hard cock from side to side.

‘I'm not the one who needs to quit,' Zane said, attempting to hide his arousal as he removed his robe and climbed into the bath too. ‘Keep teasing me like that and you'll have a spanked butt and a big Daddy dick inside you in less than two minutes flat.'

Marshall squealed with excitement before sliding back down underneath the water, reemerging with a rubber duck in one hand and a dolphin-shaped sponge in the other .

Marshall let out a long yawn as the day's hard work at the diner evidently began to creep up on him. Zane sensed that while Marshall was feeling mischievous and provocative, there was also a strong chance that he was in danger of becoming overtired and grouchy.

‘Let's get you nice and relaxed,' Zane said, taking the dolphin sponge out of Marshall's hand and then instructing Marshall to face the other way so that he could wash his back. ‘How does that feel?'

‘It feels nice,' Marshall said, leaning all the way forward so that Zane could go from the bottom of his back all the way up to his shoulders. ‘Are you sure you've never bathed a Little before?'

‘I'm pretty certain I'd remember if I had,' Zane chuckled, continuing to work the sponge over Marshall's shoulders and gradually feeling them unknot and relax. ‘Now how about a little front massage?'

Marshall let out a quiet moan of approval and turned around so that he was facing Zane. With his hands holding onto the side of the tub, Marshall leaned backward so that his head was resting on the tub's porcelain casing.

‘Now close your eyes and think of something nice,' Zane whispered, moving forward and beginning to move the dolphin sponge over Marshall's nipples and down his smooth, soft stomach toward as fully erect cock.

‘Can I think of something naughty too?' Marshall asked, gasping as the dolphin ran over his rock-hard dick .

‘You certainly can,' Zane said, noting how Marshall's butt cheeks were raising themselves off the tub floor. ‘In fact, I insist that you do.'

With full permission from his Daddy to unwind and think of the dirtiest, naughtiest things imaginable, Marshall began to lift and drop his crotch, working it over the dolphin sponge as Zane held it in position.

As Zane watched Marshall losing himself deeper and deeper into his fantasy, his dick rose up from underneath the bathwater and began to bob and bounce above the surface.

‘Daddy… I want to suck you,' Marshall moaned, opening his eyes and seeing Zane's now rock-hard cock in full view as the bubbles dripped down the shaft. ‘Please let me.'

Zane wasn't about to stand in the way of his boy's desire and duly lay back against the tub and allowed Marshall to position himself over his cock. But before he swallowed his manhood whole, Marshall had a request for Zane…

‘Put the sponge between your feet and I'll do the rest,' Marshall moaned, rubbing and squeezing his shaft as he fixed the wet dolphin in position. ‘This won't take… mmmph … long.'

Zane was of a mind to agree with Marshall.

There was something so arousing about watching Marshall rock his body back and forth as he sucked on his cock and rubbed himself against the dolphin sponge that Zane knew he was on a rapid countdown himself.

‘You're a bad boy,' Zane grunted, clenching his butt cheeks as he felt his shaft go as hard as steel before shooting wave after wave of his hot cum into Marshall's ravenously hungry mouth. ‘A very bad boy.'

Marshall suddenly gripped onto Zane's shoulders and his lower half went into a frenzy of movement as he thrashed and grinded himself against the dolphin sponge, his entire body clenching and tensing as he held onto Zane for dear life.

‘Keep going, let it all out,' Zane said, his breathing still heavy from his own release. ‘It's straight to bed afterward and I want you to have the best night's sleep.'

Marshall duly obliged and after draining himself all the way down to zero, he was done. Zane smiled as he held Marshall close and the still unsteady bath water lapped up and down against their bodies.

Fuck. That was hot.

Is there anything this boy does that won't drive me wild?

I'm beginning to think that Marshall might just be perfect.

As Marshall hazily kissed Zane on his hot, wet chest, Zane smiled and ran his hands through Marshall's wet hair. With a feeling of pure satisfaction running through his body, Zane realized that it wasn't just Marshall that was going to sleep well that night.

The morning came round all too quickly and after bidding Marshall farewell as he headed into Eagle Ridge along with Dale, Zane began the walk back toward his barn .

Along with a ton of wood that needed chopping for Kipp, Zane was also eager to see whether his newfound canine friend was nearby once again.

Despite having put signs up around Eagle Ridge over a week ago, Zane hadn't had a single call or message from anyone claiming to be the dog's owner. In one respect, this made Zane feel sad as he hated to imagine that the young pup was lost and alone. However, that wasn't to say that things were entirely bad. No contact from a possible owner meant that the way could indeed be clear for Zane to adopt the dog himself.

‘I guess I'm going to have to start thinking about names…' Zane muttered as he walked near the outer perimeter of Kipp's land. ‘Spike? Ranger? Chief?'

Zane chuckled to himself as he cycled through a list of possible dog names.

However just as Zane was beginning to narrow down the options, he heard the sound of a car engine rumbling in the distance.

‘ Huh … that's… weird,' Zane muttered, not sure why a car would sound so close to the ranch given that the main entrance was over on the other side of the property. ‘Yo! Who's there? Need directions?'

Zane continued to call out as he strode toward the nearest access point but by the time he arrived, all he could see was a car driving away into the distance.

‘Okay, suit yourself…' Zane said, a funny and not entirely good feeling coming over him. ‘Whatever. Probably some tourist looking for the strip. '

But try as he might, Zane couldn't quite convince himself that the mystery driver was a tourist who'd taken a wrong turn. Still, the car was gone now, and Zane wasn't likely to see it again – and more importantly than that, there was a year's supply of wood that needed chopping up in less than eight hours from now.

‘Let's get this ass to work,' Zane said, turning and heading back toward his barn.

But if Zane thought that this was the end of matters, then he had another thing coming…