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Tuck & Run: A M/M Age-Play Daddy Romance (Club Deny Book 2)

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by A. W. Scott




  Tuck & Run

  A.W. Scott

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Author’s Note

  Hey lovelies!

  First and foremost, I want to say thank you for picking up this book.

  Second, I want to give you a heads up. These first couple of chapters are going to be tough. We all know what happened to Tucker at the end of H&B (If you don’t, you’ll still understand after reading). To give him his proper story, we have to revisit it briefly.

  This does end with HEA. It’s just a bit more bumpy to get there.

  XOXO,

  A.W.

  Chapter 1

  Patrick

  The first time I disciplined my partner was in a scene at a club I’d been a member of for almost a year. Part of my joining was an understanding from the owner that I’d be allowed to mingle and float from area to area until I figured out what I wanted.

  Some people go into the lifestyle because they know what they like. Deep down something tells them what kink fits them, and then they pursue it. Others are shown it through a relationship. Outside of that, there’s a million other ways people come to realize they want more than vanilla sex - though it has it’s place as well.

  For me, it was a combination of things that led me to the point I was at tonight, with a blindfolded sub quaking under me while he waited for my instruction to come. A partner during my college years introduced me to blindfolds, while another a few years later taught me the fun that could be had in spanking.

  Even so, with all the experience I had and the desires I helped fulfill, I was left wanting. While the submissives under my hand would leave satisfied, and sometimes even begging for more, I often went home alone with a mind full of thoughts.

  I’d started to keep a log of what made me happy and what didn’t. I wanted to remember each sigh, each position, that made me feel just a little deeper.

  The pivotal moment didn’t come until I met my first Little. He was new to the club, clearly lost and confused with his colorful backpack and equally bright outfit. I smiled, I mean genuinely grinned from ear to ear, the moment I saw him.

  As always, I approached kindly first to see where the other person was at in their evening. “Hi there. I’m Patrick. Are you new?” He gave me an affirmative head nod, then continued to look around. “Can I get your name?”

  “Bran-Bran,” came an angelically soft voice. I felt my heart rate kick up at the sound. Overwhelmed by the feeling, I catalogued it away as one of the things that I enjoyed for my notebook later.

  “Welcome, Bran-Bran. May I ask what you’re looking for tonight? I’ve been a member here for a while now and I’m pretty well versed on where to go depending on your mood.”

  His eyes came to mine, his pupils dilated as he shyly stared at me. The world went still for a moment as I felt the exchange of power he handed over to me with one glance.

  “Is there a Little room?” Of course, I knew what Littles were, but I’d never met one in person. It was one of those things that was real even if you never got to see it.

  But in that instant I knew it to be very real. This precious cutie, this Little, needed someone to guide him and lead him. The idea enticed me, making me question exactly what I’d been doing all the months before he showed up.

  “There’s no designated Little area because we don’t really have any that come to the club. We do have a quieter area in back that’s meant for private parties, though. You might be interested in going there instead of here in the main room.”

  Looking around at the various stations, all with a multitude of instruments spread about, he looked to me and nearly shouted, “Yes, please.”

  I stuck my hand out to him, then waited to see if he’d take it. When he let me lead him away, I had no idea that it would be the start of a whole new life.

  Bran-Bran was only the first Little that I cared for. With him, I learned what being a Daddy truly was. I learned the caregiver nature that was inside me just waiting for someone to need it.

  Admittedly, I realized early on that we wouldn’t work. He hated discipline and I thrived on it. One day, when he was more Brandon then Bran-Bran, he told me that he felt I’d be better suited for a brat. He encouraged me to find another Little, preferably one with a bit of a naughty streak in them.

  And so began my quest to find the perfect Little.

  I’ve spent several years now cultivating my Daddy side, both the caregiver and the disciplinarian. I’ve dated a few Littles and some I simply scened with. In all situations, I took what I knew would work and adapted it to be pleasing to us both.

  All seemed fine, even if I could feel myself growing agitated that yet another boy I’d taken in wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture in my life. This one, while bratty, absolutely hated the idea of a strong hand. He wanted to rebel freely and without consequence.

  When Mateo called me to encourage me to come visit for a project he needed consulting on, I couldn’t get away fast enough. I broke things off right away, then hopped on a plan to a new city full of adventure and, hopefully, a Little who’d be the perfect fit for me.

  Arriving in Mateo’s city was a fun experience. In the past, he’s always come to me given his ability to move around so freely. My work with the club, along with my consulting gigs, kept me tied to my home.

  I wait outside of a restaurant, eager to see my friend for the first time in - well, too damn long. That much I do know, even if I can’t pinpoint the exact amount of time.

  The car pulls up and out he steps, his pose speaking to his full power. Of course, reaching that level of success means committing to a hectic work life, something my friend is excellent at.

  Which is why I was shocked when he called me out here to talk, not only about his business, but about his love life. I know he’d deny it to the ends of the Earth, but I can tell something is different about him, even before we speak.

  I walk over quickly, knowing the element of surprise is about to run out. I squeeze him in a tight hug, then lift as if I’m going to pick him up. “Mateo Rojas!” I turn him side to side, getting the full view of him after all this time. “You look good, Matt. Filled out a bit. I’m proud of you there. Finally taking your health into consideration.” He rolls his eyes at me, igniting that fire inside me that loves a good brat. “Lucky you aren’t a sub. I’ve spanked one for less than that.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you have. And I bet they enjoyed every second of it.”

  “They sure as shit did. Anyone who comes to me for that type of release leaves happy. But enough about my skills. I’m starved. I haven’t eaten since we talked yesterday. I was at dinner when you called, and I had to cut it short to pack for the flight.”

  He pushes me, then turns to head inside the restaurant. The hostess looks at him like he’s a steak dinner, causing me to muffle my laugh at the situation. She purrs when she speaks to him, “Right this way, Mr. Rojas. Your table is ready.”

  “Oh, look at this. The VIP treatment for my best friend.” I can’t resist teasing him about the preferential treatment. Before the girl can leave, I ask her for a drink since we seem to be tucked aw
ay in the corner. “Thanks, darling. We’ll both have a beer. Whatever is on tap will be fine.

  Mateo remains quiet for a moment after she leaves, his gaze assessing me with the intensity I’ve grown accustomed to from him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were at dinner when I called? You could have finished before you hopped on the plane.”

  “I was actually breaking up with the Little I had been seeing for a few weeks. He wasn’t a good fit. He claimed he enjoyed the type of play that I liked, but he would pout when I told him he was getting a punishment. Sometimes he would beg me to say ‘good boy’ even when he didn’t withstand a session. I’m not one for praise kink, so I had to let him go. I recommended another Dom at the club for him. The two will hit it off swell and probably be married within the year.”

  “Geesh, Pat! That sucks, I guess. Sorry you haven’t found your fit.”

  “Eh, when it’s right I’ll know. Until then, I’ll keep looking for my own Little, one with a desire for a firm hand. If the tone of your call was anything to go by, I’m guessing you have someone you’re pursuing as well. Right?”

  “I do have someone in mind. He’s the one who is planning to open the club. I just gave him a counterproposal of a kink club add on. The relationship I want with him is on the table as well, but he’s new to the lifestyle and hesitant. I wanted you to talk to him about things to help him understand, kind of similar to how you did me.”

  “But he’s a submissive?”

  “Yes, he is. He didn’t realize it until I explained what I was wanting from him last night. He also didn’t realize he was bisexual either. He’s been attracted to men before, but not to the level he feels with me. There’s so much curiosity and inquisitiveness buried in him that it vibrates around him.”

  I listen to my best friend go on and on about this guy, his excitement showing the longer he speaks. I’ve never seen him this excited over another human. A merger - sure thing. A big win from taking down a competitor - absolutely.

  But nothing like this for another person.

  “You are completely and utterly smitten with him, aren’t you? Don’t answer that. It was rhetorical. The affection you have is written all over you and flowing through your words. You only met him yesterday?”

  “Yeah. It’s the weirdest fucking situation man. Not only is he unaware of his sexuality, but his only knowledge of how we live is likely skewed by mass media and movies. I just wanted to take him upstairs after dinner to show him how good it would have been. I was barely able to hold back.”

  “The more you talk about him, the more I can’t wait to meet the man who has you so completely twisted.”

  “You just wait. You’ll find yourself just as affected as I am one day.”

  “God, I can only hope.” I laugh before eating the food the waitress brings out. Starved from my travels, I gorge a bit more than I normally would. While we eat, we catch up on general life things. With both of us having busy schedules, it’s been hard to stay fully up to date on a regular basis.

  During one of his particularly long rants about the current market trends, my eyes move to look behind him as a flash of color grabs my attention. There, in a chair facing our direction, is a young man who is probably a good ten years younger than me. He lights up the entire room in a way I’ve never seen another person do.

  As I watch, he begins to explain something excitedly. His hands flail around and I can see his breathing pick up as his chest begins to move rapidly. This continues to build the further he gets in the story.

  When he stops talking, he throws his head back and laughs. It’s not loud, but I can still distinguish it from the rest of the patrons in the room. It reaches over to me, wraps itself around my heart, and begs me to go to him.

  Unfortunately, there’s one giant thing deterring me from pursuing him. When Mateo asks me why I won’t approach, I point out the large rock on his ring finger. He apologizes, but I wave him off. The rest of the meal, I keep my focus on him, making sure my eyes don’t drift to the temptation over his shoulder.

  When I notice we’re both pretty much finished, I rush to grab the check. I refuse to be that type of person, and the Daddy inside me feels some strange pull to the young man. I want to hold him in my lap as he tells me one of those excited stories. In my daydream, it’s about a fight between his stuffies that he has to mediate between to bring peace to the land.

  After a bit of a tussle over who will pay, I convince Mateo that I’ll cover the food as long as he offers me a deal on admission to his club. He agrees, of course, liking the idea that I’ll be around long enough to do such.

  I pay the tab, then return to the table ready to get the heck out of dodge. “Let’s hit the road. I want to wear myself out so I can sleep later tonight. I’ll need to get back on schedule before my run tomorrow morning.”

  “You still hitting the miles every morning? I thought you’d have broken that habit by now.”

  “Discipline in all aspects of my life is a necessity, Matt. My miles are as much a part of me as my need to eat each day. I’m skipping today due to the jet lag, but better believe I’ll be getting them in sometime tomorrow morning.”

  “Whatever you want to torture yourself with is your business.”

  “You never could see the beauty in pain.”

  He laughs at me. “I never liked the pain, but it doesn’t mean I don’t understand in some way. I won’t judge you for your obsessive working out. Since I’ve gotten fit, I can see how addictive that high can be.”

  “It’s a beautiful thing, the human body. Pushing it to its limits brings me such joy.”

  “Well, enjoy all your pushing. I’m going to get back to my day. Let’s try for breakfast or dinner tomorrow, whichever works for you. And don’t forget to reach out to Lewis, the one I’m trying to convince about all of this.” He motions to signal everything in a roundabout way.

  “I’ve got it. Hopefully I can snatch him up for dinner tonight. If not, I’ll catch him tomorrow. Either way, I’ll explain to him the way this works from the perspective of a submissive. If he’s as natural at it as you claim, he’ll be dying to agree to your terms.”

  “One can only hope.”

  We part ways, with him headed back to work and me headed to get a bit of exercise in to combat the jet lag I know will hit soon. At the hotel, I get dressed in my running gear before heading back down to hit the pavement.

  Two miles into my five mile goal my mind suddenly returns to the young man from lunch. His smile, the way he spoke - it all replays in my brain over and over as I jog through the city. I get lost in the streets, letting my body and the pace of people guide me.

  When I reach mile five, my legs scream for me to stop. Slowing to a walk, I make my way back to the hotel slowly to let myself cool down. I also spend the time telling myself to let go of my desire for the unattainable man. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again anyway.

  Chapter 2

  Tucker

  I used to look around and think I had the best life. Sure, there were things that could improve as there always was, but I was overall happy. My job with Miguel was fulfilling. My love life was going great. I even had a new host of friends thanks to Lewis venturing into business with the charming Mateo.

  What I didn’t expect was to get blindsided.

  But even the best laid plans can crumble and fall.

  My life was meant to be simple. Find a man who could love the eccentric personality I housed in this small body of mine, marry him, and then live happily ever after.

  We’d attend parties together in semi-matching outfits I coordinated. My partner would indulge me every now and then with a night of role-play where I could live out the fantasies I kept buried deep. At some point we might consider kids, though that was something that needed a lot of talk and maybe a glass or two of wine.

  I didn’t even make it to step two.

  The illusion I had of love was shattered with a single phone call from Lewis.

  That day


  Bubble baths were my guilty pleasure. I didn’t get to do them often because of how much my fiancée Jalen hated them. He claimed that men didn’t do that. I learned early in our dating life that it was a moot point. He believed what he did and I wasn’t going to change his mind.

  I didn’t mind it too much. He’d go out every once in a while with his guy friends. When he was away, I would draw a nice hot bath, making sure to relax the way I couldn’t with him there.

  This particular bath is one I’d been looking forward to for a while. Jalen hadn’t been out with friends in nearly a month and I was itching for the time alone. A part of me wondered what it meant that I was excited he was going to be gone for a bit. I tried not to delve too deep into those emotions, my acceptance of the fact that couples needed time apart keeping me content.

  My phone is playing the top Pop charts for the year on speaker while I lean my head back to enjoy the solitude. With a wedding on the horizon, my schedule has been hectic. Add to it the fact that my boss has become enamored with his one night stand turned boyfriend and has therefore taken more time off lately, and you’ve got an extra stressed version of myself.

  It’s nothing the hot suds can’t cure though.

  One of my favorite songs begins, bringing a smile to my face. I hum along to the tune, enjoying the positive vibes it throws out. Before it can get to my favorite part, the song clicks off and my ringtone starts. I look over to the stand it’s on to see it’s Lewis calling.

  Worry fills me. I press the button to answer, then set it to speaker. “Hello? Lewis? Everything ok? Did I forget to help you out with something for the boss man?”

 

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