Page 32 of His Holy Chaos

Glynn sends me his address. And here I am. Standing in front of his door in an old apartment building with every intention of spanking that delicious bubble butt of his.

Glynn was right. When Jude opens the door, his face goes white. I can see the goosebumps running up his arms. His eyes go wide, honey marbles, his mouth parted in awe. Then his expression softens into amusement, his lips curving into a smile, still half-open.

"Daddy!" he exclaims, not missing a beat, and it's me who nearly chokes. I have to clear my throat and control my breathing. Definitely not expecting that. "This is Noa, my roommate," he says, pointing to a smaller boy who looks as stunned as Jude was a second ago. "Come on in."

"Nice to meet you," I say and nod to him. To my surprise, Noa's face breaks into a mischievous smile, much like the ones I frequently see on Jude's face.

"You didn't tell me your new Daddy was this gorgeous," he whispers to Jude, rushed, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, but making no effort whatsoever to keep his voice down. He wants me to hear it, and he's not joking either. I can tell he means it. I feel my cheeks flush. I can't believe I'm blushing like a teenager. I can't let Jude see this. I have to be in my element, or he'll never let me hear the end of it.

"Thank you, Noa," I say, assertively. "Jude, can we go to your room or somewhere more private, or do you prefer to get your spanking here in front of your friend?"

I see his mouth drop open again, still with that big smile, his eyebrows shooting up.

"First, will you tell me how you got here?"

"Sure. After your spanking, if you're a good boy, I'll tell you as your reward."

"Hell nah! I want something better as a reward. I can guess anyway. I bet it was Dave. Dave maybe doesn't know where I live, but he knows where to find someone who does."

"Aren't you smart? Also, such an ungrateful little brat. The spanking itself is a reward already, isn't it? You should be thanking me for it, not demanding more."

He rolls his eyes with this huge grin on his face. This boy feeds on banter and banter alone.

"You can come to my room if you promise you won't make a big deal about the laundry everywhere."

"Maybe I can add a spank for each piece I find somewhere it doesn't belong," I say as he leads me inside.

The apartment isn't fancy, far from it, but it isn't bad either. You can tell they make an effort to keep the place tidy. The living room is cramped: room only for a black fabric couch, a carpet, and the TV. A small dinner table sits in the corner, half blocking the way to the kitchen and the hallway. A big window has a mesh guard across it, as if they have a cat, and it's open now, the soft wind blowing the white drapes. The kitchen is visible from the living room, separated only by a counter and two high stools. Small but no dirty dishes, which is a good sign. A giant Monstera thrives in the indirect light in a corner, outgrowing the space it was given.

There's no artwork on the walls, but something curious sits on a small desk by the wall: a baby blue vinyl player. I'll have to ask him about that later. Next to the player, bottles and bottles of liquor. I don't approve of too much alcohol, and if he agrees to a dynamic, that will be a rule.

The apartment has two rooms and a bathroom at the end of the hallway. He takes me to his, opening the door to his world.

The bed isn't made, but that isn't a surprise. It isn't as messy as I expect. Just some clothes on the dresser and a can of Monster next to his computer. There's art here, but it's all manga characters and video games. So he's a nerd. Interesting.

He sits on the bed and pats it, inviting me. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I can't with this boy. But I go and sit beside him.

"I don't want to discuss everything now, as we have more important things to do, but I need to quickly know your hard limits, what pet names you like, if any, and, most importantly… do you really want to do this?"

"Are you for real, Ford?" he asks, almost offended. "I've been begging for your attention for ages!"

"Well, it's important for consent to be explicit, enthusiastic, and ongoing. Consent is not the absence of a no. I want to hear you say it."

He rolls his eyes, but he's grinning.

"Okay, Daddy," he says, and it's so easy for him to say that word. Some subs struggle at first. But it feels natural for us. "Yes, I want this. Please, spank me. And do much more than that, too, if you will. I can beg, if you want. I beg very well. And I'm a seasoned sub. I've been doing this for a long time; you don't need to worry about me."

"But I do worry," I say. "I need to trust that you'll use the safewords if you need to."

"Damn! Are you planning to go that far?!" he asks, and I give him a hard look. Safewords are not something I joke about. He seems to realize I'm serious and raises his hands with the palms open by his head, as if he's been caught by the police. "Sorry. I'll be good. Yes, I know, I'll use the safewords if I need to. As for hard limits, I have the common stuff, such as gore and similar, but I don't think we'll go there, right? I do have a specific one, though."

I'm positively surprised by how clearly he communicates about this.

"Please, go on," I say.

"Well… can you please not say anything along the lines of 'I don't have time for you,' 'you're a burden,' 'I'm wasting my time here,' things like that? Just… you know. I'm trying this again after a year away from the scene. My last… my last dynamic didn't end well, as you know. He walked away out of nowhere. One day we were fine, spent the day playing together, the next day he ended things, left me by myself. No explanation, nothing. Okay. Good. Now I'm trauma dumping on you, ruining our scene."

I can see him start to spiral, so I gently touch his chin and make him look at me.