Page 7 of Shotgun Daddy
Still, with scattered memories of the night’s festivities gradually coming back to him, Faustino decided that it was time to haul his ass out of bed and hit the streets for a much needed coffee or three.
“Urgh. Who the hell is that?” Faustino asked, seeing his phone flash up with a message. “Anyone as long as it’s not…”
But Faustino was soon to be disappointed as he saw it was indeed a message from his cousin Matteo. And even before he opened the message, Faustino had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going like what he read.
MATTEO: We said no violence. We said it was a stakeout only. We said no killing. What the hell has gotten into you? Actually, save it. We need to hash this out face to face. Meet me and your brother at Sindo’s Bar. And don’t be late.
And if it wasn’t bad enough to be messaged by Matteo, Faustino saw that he had a message from his brother Michael too…
MICHAEL: What the actual fuck do you think you’re playing at? This is serious. We can’t go around blasting people like the old days. We’re in charge now. And if you want to be part of the leadership team for real, then you need to start acting like it, brother. Matteo’s pissed, and so am I. Do not be late for this meeting.
Faustino groaned and tossed his phone across the bed. Being lectured by Matteo and Michael was the last thing that he wanted at the best of times, let alone when he was feeling hungover as hell.
That said, Faustino knew that he had little choice but to attend the meeting. And anyway, what was the worst that could happen?
With that in mind, Faustino decided to freshen up and hit the shower…
“Those assholes, who do they think they’re talking to?” Faustino grumbled as he stepped into hotel room’s elegant, modern walk-in shower.
And as the hot water began to hit Faustino’s strong, powerful shoulders, he felt the tension from the prospective meeting leave him. Before Faustino knew what was happening, his mind was wondering back to one of the kink clubs he hit after Owen turned in for the night.
Those asses…
Puppy play…
Naughty doggy gets his butt spanked…
Faustino let out a chuckle as his mind was soon overflowing with images of naked or semi-naked boys on all fours, parading around the room like puppies as the Daddies watched on.
And as his cock woke up to the memories of the night before too, Faustino felt like it was only right to take matters into his own hands and allow himself at least a little bit of pleasure before what was likely to be a long, boring lecture from his so-called partners in crime.
Faustino felt his body warm up and refresh itself under the water as it continued to cascade down over him, and with his cock in the firm grip of his right hand, Faustino began to work it up and down, slowly but surely reaching a crescendo as he shut his eyes and imagined the perfect Little for him…
“Call me Daddy,” Faustino growled, his bulbous head throbbing as he worked his rock-hard cock, wet and lubricated from the shower’s powerful jets of water. “Call me Daddy and beg for me to own you…”
Faustino let out a groan of pure animalistic pleasure as he shot his thick, plentiful seed up against the walk-in shower’s glass wall. With his powerful ass cheeks squeezing tightly and his hand working hard and fast, Faustino drained himself completely and then leaned back against the shower’s imported Moroccan tiling.
There might be trouble ahead for Faustino in his meeting with his fellow Fendi men later on, but in that moment Faustino felt nothing but satisfaction. The problem for Faustino though was that this Little was only in his head and not available to pleasure him in real life.
But maybe that’s for the best.
Less complicated, no feelings.
And no chance of getting hurt again…
The busy streets were filled with men and women going about their daily business without a care in the world. Or that’s how it looked to Faustino. Feeling a little fresher and less hungover after his satisfying shower, he took one look at Sindo’s Bar and decided that before he went inside he needed at least one solo coffee to prepare himself for what in all likelihood was going to be a rough meeting.
As much as the three men were all the closest of family, the truth was that between them Faustino, Michael, and Matteo had often butted heads over the years. It might have been because their loyalty to one another could never be questioned, but it felt like there was none of the politeness and politics that went on with other members of the family. When there was a problem, it was addressed head on. And sometimes this could prove to be painful.
With this in mind, Faustino gave Sindo’s Bar the swerve and decided to head into the nearest coffee spot for some much needed caffeine.
Upon entering the café, Faustino’s eyes were immediately distracted by the sight of three Littles he knew all too well sitting over in the corner…
Matteo’s boy…
Michael’s boy…
And… Reece.
