Page 49 of Deep Daddy

Sammy wanted to tell Tucker that he wouldn’t do any more for him. But that just wasn’t how things worked in life. Sammy knew that Tucker had complete control of his money and without a supply of money being fed to him, Sammy knew he would be out on the street.

‘Come on, Zozo… let’s try and have a good day,’ Sammy muttered, really and truly not believing a word he was saying. ‘Who knows, Tucker might decide to be a bit nicer to me if I work as hard as I can?’

Sammy got changed into his t-shirt and neon green dungarees. It was time to hit the street outside his apartment and make the twenty-minute walk over toward the studio.

‘Brrrrrrrr! It’s cold!’ Sammy said, shivering as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. ‘And it’s barely dawn either. I don’t feel safe. Please protect me, Zozo!’

Sammy was genuinely concerned about walking alone at this time of the day. The streets seemed pretty much deserted, but that also meant that bad guys could be lurking behind every corner.

Sammy also knew that as much as his stuffie was always there for him, if push came to shove then Zozo wasn’t exactly in a position to fight anyone away.

‘Okay, here goes,’ Sammy said, taking a big breath and beginning to set off westward toward the studio.

But before Sammy could get very far, he heard the sound of a loud car engine heading in his direction. With its blacked-out windows and bright, halogen lights the car was menacing and made Sammy cower behind a trash can.

I don’t like that car.

And I like it even less that it’s headed right for me…

Sammy closed his eyes and hoped and prayed that the angry, super-charged car would drive right past him and continue on its journey.

But Sammy didn’t need to worry.

The car was heading right for him, and that was a good thing…

‘Boy! Come out from behind that trash can,’ Harrison shouted, jumping out of the car as it screeched to a halt. ‘That’s a direct command from your Daddy, so unless you fancy a paddling right here in the cold morning air, I’d do what I say!’

‘Daddy?’ Sammy said, coming out from behind the dirty trash can. ‘I… I… what’s going on? Why are you here?’

Before Harrison could answer, Sammy watched as Lars and Zane got out of the car too. Sammy didn’t know precisely what was going on, but he knew one thing for absolutely certain – he was super-happy to see his friends.

‘Sammy!’ Lars cried out, running over to Sammy and giving him a big hug.

‘Hey, save some for me,’ Harrison said, his hulking body looking an appetizing target for Sammy to snuggle into in the cold weather. ‘Even better, get in the car with us and we can talk over what the hell has been going on.’

‘Daddy, it’s been awful,’ Sammy said, close to tears. ‘Tucker has been so mean and so stinky to me that I almost can’t believe it’s even real.’

Sammy saw Harrison’s facial expression harden.

Daddy’s angry.

I think he might just put Tucker in his place…

Before Sammy could get any colder, he got into the large SUV with Harrison and the others. It was time to explain exactly what had been going on and then see what Daddy had come up with as a plan for sorting the whole mess out…

* * *

‘I cannot fucking believe it,’ Harrison said, his voice full of genuine anger at Tucker’s mistreatment of Sammy. ‘I knew he was controlling and manipulative, but this is something else.’

‘It’s worse than we thought,’ Zane said, a concerned look on his face. ‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t still put this asshole in his place.’

‘Agreed,’ Harrison said, putting his arm around Sammy and bringing him in close. ‘Tell me, boy – where were you filming first up today?’

Sammy had just about stopped shivering, but was still finding it hard to speak due to the sheer adrenalin rush of seeing his Daddy again.

‘It’s okay, breathe,’ Harrison said, gently rubbing Sammy’s chest. ‘Take your time. But also make sure to say exactly what you were scheduled to be doing. It could help us with our plan.’

‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Sammy whimpered, attempting to compose himself as best as he possibly could.