The sun may have been gradually rising in the sky to mark the dawn of a new day, but as far as Max Manchester was concerned, it was very much a case of same old shit, different day.
For so long in Max’s life, everything had seemed like it would be a bed of roses. An All-Star athlete at high school and with the grades to match, Max had found himself at one of the most prestigious Ivy League universities in the country.
And for a while, life at Princeford University had felt like a dream. With great friends and an active social life, Max loved life on campus. However as he drew closer to graduation, Max had started to get the feeling that a buttoned down career wasn’t the right thing for him.
And fast forward nearly twenty years later, a forty-four year old Max was very much not living the life of a typical Princeford alumni.
‘Urgh… what happened?’ Max muttered as he gradually came to. ‘I fell asleep in my car? Again?’
Max had indeed fallen asleep in his car.
However this was unlike the other times when he had simply taken the decision to stumble back to his car and spend the night tucked in underneath his blanket on the rear seats.
As Max felt an aching stiffness shoot through his body, his grimaced in pain as he gradually opened his eyes to the sight of the front end of his powerful muscle car wrapping itself around a streetlight.
‘What… the…fuck?’ Max grumbled, wincing in pain as he craned his neck around to get a better view of the damage.
Max may have been forty-four, but lived life in the same wild, fun-seeking way as he did in his twenties. It was just who he was, and there was no way and no how that he was ever going to change.
Having fun was part of Max’s DNA.
Max Manchester was a quintessential Daddy Dom in so many ways. He was big, well-built, and had the kind of raw power that would put ninety-nine percent of the male populous to shame.
Max was fun loving and enjoyed a party more than most – but when it came to relationships, his desire was to dominate and let his growling, snarling, Daddy Dom side come out to play.
Despite fitting all the classic Daddy prerequisites, Max hadn’t always fully known he was a natural born Daddy. Growing up, being different wasn’t exactly supported in his household and Max’s fear of any kind of commitment had also made it basically impossible to find a boy to settle down with.
Sure, Max fooled around plenty.
Many a boy had presented their peachy butt for Max to spank, fuck, and generally use for his pleasure. But over the years, thishad started to feel like something of an empty pursuit as far as Max was concerned.
The only problem for Max was finding a boy who would be able to handle his desire for living life on the edge. Having never settled on a career, Max had gotten used to living for the moment.
Home was wherever Max hung his paddle.
But as the years passed, Max knew deep down that he wanted to settle down and find a boy who he could care for, love, and provide some seriously strict guidance for.
Aside from being a Daddy and having his age play side, Max had plenty of other kinks too. But the chances of being able to properly explore these with a short-term hookup seemed remote.
Max knew that if he ever wanted to be able to fully express himself to his absolute truest self then he would need someone to do it with.
And that left one seriously big question…
Who on earth could that boy be?
Was there a boy on the whole West Coast who could handle a Daddy like Max Manchester?
Max was a loose cannon. Every day was a new adventure, and with adventure came risk. But waking up in a crashed car was extreme, even by Max’s fast and loose standards.
Instinctively, Max knew that something wasn’t quite right about this situation. With his mind still blanking on what had gone down, Max looked up into the rear-view mirror.
There was a graze on Max’s cheek but other than that, he looked as devilishly handsome as ever. Then, as Max was running his hand through his naturally streaked blonde and brown hair, he saw a cop car whizz by in the distance.
The cop car was clearly on a mission to get to somewhere else, but it helped Max bring his own situation into sharp focus.
What the hell am I doing here?
Why can’t I remember anything?
