Page 1 of A Daddy for Maddy

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Maddy

My roommate Dan knocked and then, without waiting for a response, opened my bedroom door and walked in.

I’d forgotten to turn the lock.

Fudge and H. E. double hockey sticks! I was caught!

“What the?—?”

I rolled to the side of my bed on top of my huge pile of dragons, unicorns and magic Squishmallow kitties. I wasn’t embarrassed about being naked. No. It was the toys that had me blushing all over, mortified that Dan would laugh at me, and my life with my roommate and sometimes friend would never be the same. I’d never outed my baby self before to anyone.

Instead, Dan leaned his heavily muscled arm against my doorframe, raised an eyebrow and said, “You know, kid.” He ran his hand through his thick, wavy bangs. “Daddy/boy kink is the in thing at Club 99.” He lifted his chin. “Now you have no excuses left not to go with me.”

“Wh—what kink?” I pretended ignorance, though I had a floppy white unicorn pressed to my crotch to hide my junk.

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to pretend with me anymore.”

I bit the inside of my lower lip and sent him my most thunderous look.

“Do you think you’re the only gay boy who plays with baby things? You’d be very much in demand. There are more daddies than boys. No more denial, Maddy. And no more whining that you’re desperately single. You’ll have your pick of the lot.”

Before I could say a word in response, he took a step back into the hall and shut my door. Gently.

2

Colin

“Okay, Stewart. Fifteen-minute break. No longer than that. I don’t want to catch you smoking in the alley with your friends for half an hour anymore.”

“Got it.”

Stewart darted away, surprisingly graceful for someone so large. I was teaching him the tricks of bouncing. For a popular kink club, it was not always an easy job.

He was too young in my opinion, too hot-headed, but I couldn’t argue with the supervisor’s choices. I wasn’t a part of the hiring and firing. But Stewart was not a good fit for this job. He’d obviously been hired for his size alone and I did have to admit if any fights or other dramas broke out, I felt stronger with him around. I was pretty big myself, but he was like a wall towering behind me wherever I went. That was, when I could locate him. A chain smoker, he had a talent for slipping out back when no one was looking.

My phone dinged. Outside the club, I’d learned to mostly ignore it. But at work, I had to look. It was a text.

Unknown: Still and always an asshole. Think you’re the boss of everyone?

I had been getting these texts for months. I always blocked the sender, but the texts kept coming at random intervals from different numbers.

This sort of annoyance came with the job. I had to toss people, literally, into the street if they got too riled up, then ban them from Club 99. I had to keep the files on the banned subjects and update those files to security, who I worked with closely. It was my job to remember faces and names as much as it was theirs, and people got pissed. Rare death threats were part of the job, but they usually amounted to nothing and stopped after a few days. If things got really heavy, Trent Winterbourne stepped in and the problem went away, no questions asked.

Trent was often abroad and ran Club 99 long-distance. I had managed to reach him and talk to him about the texting harassment. He’d shown concern and told me to never erase the texts and to copy and make files of them. He supposedly had people looking into it, but it had been at least three months and I’d had no updates. But I kept saving the texts, updating the files, etc.

My phone dinged again.

I glanced at it through half-shut eyes, but this time it was a legit check-in. Carlo, head of security.

Carlo: Declan needs muscle in the shibari room.

I radioed Jimmy, who was stationed at the far end of the dance floor. Together, we took off at a near-run for the room.

I heard raised voices and yelling as soon as we entered the hall. Half-dressed men hanging out moved aside as we hustled past them.

Upon entering the room, we saw a beautiful naked male on the ground surrounded by several people moving quickly to get some intricately knotted ropes undone. The man was moaning, crying. “I can’t feel my legs.”

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