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And more than that, Kipp had seen just how he reacted to him. He was in awe, a little scared, and definitely excited. That kind of response meant that he knew he was a Daddy, Kipp was sure of it.

Kipp smiled as the truck crunched its way down the gravelly path that led to the main ranch house. The bumps and vibrations underneath him only served to make his cock harder and harder as he thought of all the things he could do with Dale’s slender, supple body.

Kipp might have been done with one night stands and meaningless hookups, but that didn’t mean that his sexual appetite was any lesser. Kipp knew that if Dale was willing to submit himself to him, he would go to town on Dale in a way that the boy would never, ever forget.

With the prospect of seeing Dale quite a lot over the next couple of weeks, Kipp even wondered whether he might be required to show him his firm side too. The very thought of tossing Dale over his lap and pulling down his briefs for a good, swift spanking was enough to make Kipp want to wank his cock right there and then as he drove.

He’s in my head already.

Dale Hansen…ready or not…

I’m coming for you.

Chapter 5

Dale

Dale’s temporary apartment above the diner was hardly going to win any interior design awards, but he didn’t care. In fact, Dale couldn’t have been happier with his new lodgings.

Back in the city, Dale’s place cost an absolute fortune and even then it probably wasn’t as nice as the studio above the diner. Of course, Benson lived in a swanky apartment near the city’s financial district, and it came with all the gadgets and luxuries that he demanded. Dale admittedly enjoyed spending time there, but somehow it never felt like home to him. He wanted something cute, cozy, and charming.

Benson would always get super-irritated whenever Dale dared to not show anything but total admiration for his expensive apartment and in fact it was one of the first signs that he really wasn’t a great guy.

Still, that was in the past.

All Dale wanted to think about now was his wonderfully simple new place.

‘Rebel, I think we’re going to have a fun time here!’ Dale exclaimed as he twirled around with his darling otter stuffie held aloft above his head.

Dale stopped for a moment to take another look around. The apartment was a studio space so the kitchen, living area, and bedroom were all part of one open plan arrangement. There was a compact bathroom off to the side, and also a tiny little balcony that overlooked the Eagle Ridge strip.

The wallpaper might have been faded, and the carpet was a slightly off-putting shade of brown, but Dale wasn’t going to allow little things like this put him off or dampen his mood. Far from it. Dale could see that this bijou space was going to give him everything he needed.

And best of all… it was free!

It really was generous of Max to give him the studio free of charge. Sure, it meant that Dale had to help with closing up every day, but that truly wasn’t much of a price to pay when he considered what he got in return.

Dale had never been very good with saving money. And even taking this into account, the cost of living in the city had been so high that once his apartment and basic bills had been paid, he often barely had any money left over for himself. The idea of building up some savings might have been fine for some people, but for Dale it had always seemed like a pipe dream.

One day, Dale imagined having a nice little nest egg of money to tide him over on a rainy day. And even better, having a shared nest egg with a Daddy would be the dream. But until that fanciful day came, Dale knew that he had to be grateful for what he had.

‘So… Rebel, how about we have a little snack?’ Dale asked, walking over to the small table by the window and dipping his hand in a bag of jellybeans that Marshall had given him by way of an apartment-warming gift. ‘I call the red jellybeans!Yummers!’

As Dale munched on a handful of red jellybeans, he couldn’t help but think back to Kipp. Initially, Dale had been totally fine with the idea of Max being his boss and landlord, but the idea of Kipp taking that role for the next couple of weeks was something else altogether.

Kipp had an edge to him.

He wasn’t a diner owner, or a local businessman.

Even though Marshall reassured him that Kipp was a friend of Max’s and therefore one of the good guys, Dale could just feel that he had another side to him. Maybe it was the fact that he was still feeling the emotional toll from being with Benson, but Dale couldn’t settle himself on the idea of being in regular contact with the handsome but intimidating Kipp.

‘I think I need some playtime,’ Dale said, knowing that whenever he was feeling anxious the best thing to do was to get into his favorite romper and have some fun with his Little toys.

Dale hopped over toward the bed and swiftly stripped down to his briefs. After whipping those off too, Dale pranced across the room naked and rummaged in his backpack until he pulled his tomato patterned romper out.

‘That’s better,’ Dale said, buttoning up the romper and immediately feeling comfortable as its warm, soft material caressed his skin. ‘That’swaaaaybetter.’

Dale then went about taking what toys he had brought with him and put them down on the red rug in the corner of the room, near the balcony door. However just when he was about to really get down and have some fun, he heard a knock at the door.

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