Page 44 of Deep Daddy

Sammy was putting a brave face on things, and that was an understatement. The schedule was more punishing than ever, and it felt to Sammy like he was making content non-stop.

But worse than that, it didn’t even feel like he was making content for himself. All the work felt like it was for Tucker. The fact that it was Sammy in the videos, Sammy’s name on the YouTube and TikTok channels was just a side-issue. For all intents and purposes, this was about making money for Tucker.

In truth, Sammy was hating every single second.

But Sammy knew that he had to keep on going and doing exactly what Tucker wanted otherwise Tucker might never give him access to his finances again. By being a good boy now, Sammy figured that Tucker might trust him again in the future.

The reality was the Sammy was terrified that Tucker might simply permanently shut him out of his own bank accounts. Sammy had heard about things like this happening to other content makers before. The horror stories were enough to make anyone scared.

Sammy felt alone and totally isolated.

While Sammy wanted to reach out to Harrison, he was scared of how Harrison might react. Sammy had told Harrison in the note that he was only going away for a couple of days. But it had been over four days now and he hadn’t returned.

Harrison could have given up on him.

Or worse, Sammy worried that Harrison could have met someone new to take his place.

This might have seemed over the top to think like this in any other situation, but Sammy didn’t understand why Harrison hadn’t simply driven to the city to find him. After all, weren’t Daddy Doms supposed to be all super-protective and possessive?

‘Hmmm, if Harrison is my Forever Daddy, then why isn’t here with me now?’ Sammy said, snuggling up to Zozo on a brief break from filming. ‘Why does nothing make sense anymore?’

It was at this point that Tucker walked into the room. He looked angry. With his brand-new diamond earring flashing under the studio light and his gold watch looking equally flashy, Tucker was quite obviously enjoying spending the money that Sammy had earned himself.

‘Break’s nearly over,’ Tucker said, his voice cold and flat. ‘We’ve got a lot to get through and I want you to bring your A-game this time. No half-assing it. Got it?’

‘Y-y-yes, Tucker,’ Sammy said. ‘Please can I have a juice box? I’m thirsty.’

‘Fine, don’t say I never do anything for you!’ Tucker replied, his mock anger coming off as cruel and taunting. ‘I’ll be back in a moment.’

As Tucker left the room, Sammy noticed that Tucker had left Sammy’s phone on the shelf. Tucker had been looking after Sammy’s cellphone during filming and seemed reluctant to hand it back.

Sammy decided that this was his chance.

Tucker would be back with the juice box in a few minutes, so if Sammy wanted to send some messages to Harrison and his Little friends, now was the time to do it.

Sammy sprung up from the couch and grabbed his phone. Sammy’s first instinct was to message Harrison, but he was worried that he might make a fool of himself or say the wrong thing.

I don’t want Harrison thinking I’m some dumb Little.

I need to show him I’m strong.

I need to…

Sammy decided that he would message Lars first and let him know that he was okay. They hadn’t messaged much in the last couple of days, and the last thing that Sammy wanted was for Lars to think that he was giving him the silent treatment.

To be honest, it had struck Sammy as being a bit odd that Lars hadn’t been messaging him either. But, on the other hand, Lars always had a lot going on in the science lab so maybe it made sense.

Sammy typed a quick series of messages to Lars but just before he could write to Harrison, Tucker reentered the room and pretty much snatched the phone out of Sammy’s hand.

‘I’ll look after this,’ Tucker said, handing Sammy the juice box. ‘After all, we don’t want you getting unnecessarily distracted, now do we?’’

Sammy shook his head.

Sammy may have managed to squeeze in a message to Lars, but the fact that he hadn’t managed to get in touch with Harrison made him feel sad. Part of Sammy wanted to stand up and snatch his phone right back from Tucker. But Sammy knew that he wouldn’t do this.

Confrontation wasn’t Sammy’s thing.

‘Come on, up!’ Tucker said. ‘You can drink that juice later. We’re behind on our schedule and you need to get changed out of those clothes and into your outfit.’