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Right here, clearly on my property, is a man with a big ass camera and even bigger lens attached to it. Something tells me he’s not taking photographs of the resident wildlife either…

‘Hey, you,asshole!’ I roar. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

It’s time to find out precisely who this man is and what in all Los Torros he thinks he’s doing…

Chapter 3

Xander

‘Keep… fucking…lifting…’ I grunt, doing everything I can to get the dumbbells up and steady over my head.

‘You’ve got this, X!’ Lane shouts, his words of encouragement pushing me on and helping me slowly but surely nail the eighth and final rep in the set. ‘Hell yeah! The Blue Collar Boys do it again.’

I let the heavy dumbbells drop down to the well-padded floor of Lane’s back yard gym. Nearly fifty minutes into our workout, and I’m feeling the heat – in more ways than one.

Not only are my muscles fully pumped and feeling each and every rep at this point, but the sun is beating down on both mine and Lane’s bare upper bodies.

We look good, but an awful lot of hard work goes into it too.

I’m a big guy, and I like to eat. Between my job working construction and the weightlifting, I’m doing more than enough heavy lifting to keep myself looking good.

I just wish more Daddies out there were looking for a Little like me.

I might be all big and strong, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want all the things that every other boy in town does too.

Whatever. I can’t think too hard on anything right now. I’ve got seriously heavy weight to lift.

I love working out almost as much as I love making out, but this workout is pushing me to me absolute limits.

‘What’s up, can’t handle the weight?’ Lane laughs, playfully jabbing me in my sweaty abs. ‘Or is your mind and body only able to focus on a certain soccer player perhaps?’

‘Cut it out,’ I say, reaching for my large glass water bottle. ‘I’m thinking about one thing and one thing only… how many pounds heavier than you I can deadlift!’

I shoot a look across to the barbell over by the picket fence.

Lane knows I’m a better deadlifter than him, so I hope my comment puts him somewhat in his place.

I should know Lane better than that though…

‘Yeah, you’re better at the deadlift than me,’ Lane says, gulping down water between his words as he psyches himself up for a fresh dumbbell rep. ‘But youwerethinking about Reece Bellham. I know you too well, and I know the kind of Daddy you want too.’

‘He’s hot, I’ll admit that,’ I say, trying not to smile as the words spill out of my mouth. ‘But… he lives such a different life to me. And I don’t know for sure that he’s even a Daddy. And…’

My words trail off and I can’t help but think of my horrible old ex-Daddy again. Fraser Dane seemed like a great guy at first.He was older than me, in his early forties, and had a ton of life experience and witty stories to tell.

But Fraser had a problem.

Despite being a Daddy, Fraser gradually seemed to find it harder and harder to deal with the fact that I was bigger than him. Like,biggerin every sense of the word.

What started out as a bit of insecurity on Fraser’s part here and there turned into something progressively more and more unpleasant. If the constant negging comments weren’t enough to ruin an evening or date, it got to the point where I was even beginning to doubt my own identity as a Little.

I know it’s crazy and I shouldn’t even give Fraser the real estate in my mind, but his words still pop into my head and haunt me at the worst times…

You’re not a real boy, Xander.

You’re too big. Too macho.

You’re too… you.

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