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Maybe even having a story read to him before a long nap?
All of these options sounded utterly dreamy to Benji. But Benji knew that for now at least, they were off the cards. Even so, Benji’s desire to have fun and let himself bask in his Little based activities was hard to shake.
Ever since he could remember, Benji had known that he was different to most people. Being a Little wasn’t what defined him, that honor went to being a chef. But his identity as a Little was still super-important to Benji.
Littles wanted to play, to relax into a world of Little fun with their toys, craft, story books and games. Littles wanted to be cared for, they wanted to be looked after by a big, strong Daddy – and if this involved some strict discipline too, then that was all the better!
Benji had all of these desires himself. But with being so busy on an almost 24/7: 365 basis, it made things tricky to say the least. The idea of finding a Forever Daddy to nurture him, punish him when he was naughty, and to offer a whole ton of other naughty benefits was something that just seemed out of reach.
‘At least I’ve got you, right Zozo?’ Benji said as he crouched down and opened up his rainbow-colored backpack. ‘My bestest stuffie for life!’
Zozo was a beetroot-colored bear. Benji had owned the stuffie since he was eight years old and happened to see Zozo in a vegetable farm store during a road trip with his parents. They had been inseparable ever since, and Benji took Zozo everywhere he went.
Tucker was never keen on seeing Zozo out of the backpack though, his thoughts being that it wouldn’t be good for Benji’s public image if people knew he was a Little. Benji didn’t like this, but grudgingly followed Tucker’s advice. Anyway, Benji would still always make sure to check in on Zozo and provide him with little snacks and snuggles.
Nothing could ever truly come between a Little and his stuffie!
‘Let’s go!’ Tucker called out, beckoning Benji over to the other side of the studio. ‘Now let’s make this promo pop!’
Benji walked over toward Tucker and couldn’t help but notice that Tucker was wearing a very shiny new necklace. It looked like it had diamonds in it. There was no way it was real, it just couldn’t be!
Still, Benji knew that Tucker liked to hustle and had a ton of other clients on his roster too. Maybe the diamonds were real? Either way, Tucker was looking pretty fancy in his designer t-shirt and slicked back multi-colored hair.
‘Okay, kid, we’re calling this the Knife Swipe Challenge,’ Tucker said, passing Benji four incredibly sharp Japanese chopping knives. ‘Trust me, this one will go nuts on TikTok. Just try not to cut yourself!’
Tucker let out a long, hard belly laugh. Benji giggled, but inside felt nervous. He really didn’t want to mess around with knives this sharp, they could be super-dangerous.
But more than that, Benji really didn’t see how this had anything to do with food. There wasn’t a fruit or vegetable in sight.
‘Tucker… I… um…’ Benji said, not knowing how to express his uncertainty.
‘Yeah, yeah, where’s the food?’ Tucker laughed, dismissing Benji’s concern. ‘Don’t worry. The more hits we get, the bigger the book deal will be. But speaking of deals, I need your log-in details to make a money transfer. We’ve got a big promo deal on the horizon. It could be the one.’
Benji nodded and gave Tucker the details, but all he could think about was getting back home and making some dinner for himself and Zozo too.
Back at his apartment after another long day of promos, TikToks, and a longer video for his YouTube channel, Benji was barely able to stay awake. Benji could feel his eyes shutting, his eyelids heavy and at the point of needing matchsticks to prop them up.
‘I’m… done?’ Benji said, looking over to Zozo. ‘Can you write this recipe book for me?’
Benji had been desperately wanting to finish his recipe book for so long. It was his passion, and he knew that if he could just carve out enough time to really focus on it then he would be able to produce something brilliant.
But that was easier said than done.
Benji got up from his small kitchen table and went over to the refrigerator. Opening the door, Benji saw that there wasn’t much in there at all. Down to his last fruity juice box, a half-eaten pasta from two nights ago, and a barely edible old banana, things weren’t looking too rosy.
In fact, it wasn’t just the refrigerator that was looking a bit on the bare side. Benji’s apartment was still pretty much as unfurnished as it had been when Benji moved in well over six months ago.
With the sad old couch and ancient TV set and not a whole lot else, it really didn’t look like the kind of place that Benji’s viewers and followers would have imagined that he lived in. In fact, it was the total opposite to the studio apartment that Benji filmed in most days.
The irony wasn’t lost on Benji either. But Tucker said that it was far more important to spend the money on the studio than it was on Benji’s own place. Benji didn’t really understand why he couldn’t just live in the studio. It was an actual apartment after all. But Tucker had explained that it was down to some kind of deal he had agreed over the place only being used for a business, or something like that.
‘Well, at least we have our pens and paper!’ Benji said, walking back to the table with a juice box. ‘Maybe when this book is done and sold to a publisher, we can get ourselves a new place?’
That was very much Benji’s dream.
But right now, that dream felt as far away as it ever had done.
Before Benji could do any more scribbling down of his new risotto recipe, he felt his eyes close again. The recipe book would have to wait, it was time to snuggle down on the old couch with Zozo and get a much-needed nap.
