Daddy's Rent Boy

By Chara Croft

One night can change everything.

I don’t pay for sex. I don’t sleep with men. And I definitely don’t let anyone call me Daddy. But then I find myself in Vegas for my brother’s bachelor party, fresh out of a divorce that was too long coming and finally free to do all sorts of things I’ve never done before.

When I turn down a night of clubbing and decide to stay in, my brother sends a ”party favor” up to my suite instead... one that turns out to be too young, too male, and too goddamn perfect for me to turn away.

So perfect that I just might decide to keep him forever.

DADDY’S RENT BOY is a 36,000-word erotic gay romance between a man who’s lived forty years in denial and the sweet, damaged boy who finally pulls him out of the closet. Read it if you like OTT instalove, boys who crave direction and praise, Daddies with a savior complex, and dirty hawt hotel sex. Pass if that's not your jam or if you're looking for something deep, dark, or angsty.

Trigger Warning: references to past sexual coercion, parental neglect, and an abusive relationship.

Publishing History: This novella was first published in the 2021 Dirty Daddies Pride anthology. No substantial changes have been made to the story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chara Croft
• Release date: Mar 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463964835

Chara Croft

Chara Croft writes taboo M/M stories. ?She hangs out here: https://geni.us/dirtysecretgroup and has a deliciously naughty (always NSFW!) newsletter that you can subscribe to right here: https://geni.us/charanewsletter

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1

DAMIEN

Are you here yet? Marcus asked the minute I answered his call.

I shook my head, my brother’s boundless energy making a tired smile spread across my face. The heavy thump of club music that almost drowned out his voice confirmed what I’d suspected, though: when the driver he’d sent to the airport to get me had said he knew where he was supposed to take me, he hadn’t meant the hotel.

If by ‘here,’ you mean The Bellagio, I said, holding my keycard in front of the door to my suite to unlock it, then yes, I just arrived.

That wasn’t where the car was supposed to take you, Marcus said with a distinct pout in his voice.

I laughed. My baby brother was so predictable. But then again, so was I, and I had no doubt that Marcus wasn’t actually surprised to hear that I’d overridden the instructions he’d given the driver.

Having just hit forty, I had fifteen years on Marcus, but even back when I’d been his age, clubs like the one it sounded like he was at—hell, the entire Vegas scene, for that matter—had never been my speed. It was probably why Marcus had been so shocked when I’d unexpectedly agreed to come to this week-long destination bachelor party of his.

Honestly, I’d been a little shocked myself.

I had no doubt that he’d invited me more as a familial gesture than an actual desire for my company. Not that we weren’t close, because we were, but partying with him was best left to the friends his own age. At least, that had been my stance until Kiera’s final round of bullshit—at the shit show that our last settlement hearing had turned into—had snapped something inside me.

My patience?

My sanity?

My lifelong, ingrained habit of always doing the right thing?

Not that there was anything wrong with blowing off some steam here in Vegas, of course, but it definitely wasn’t my usual style. Hell, if I was being honest, even though the trip should have been about me being here for my brother, the truth was that I’d just needed a goddamn escape. Some stress relief. A well-deserved bit of rest and recovery after the hell the divorce proceedings had put me through.

No, after the hell my entire marriage had put me through.

I stepped into the suite and kicked the door closed behind me, parking my rolling suitcase next to it and switching the call with my brother onto speaker.

It sounds like you’re having fun, Marcus. I raised my voice so he could still hear me as I tossed the phone down, then scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to wipe away some of my exhaustion.

Marcus laughed. Fun is what I do, old man.

The nickname made me grimace. He’d taunted me with it ever since I’d been in my twenties, but for the first time, I actually felt old. Not because I’d just had a milestone birthday—and not even because I had no intention of partaking in the kind of wild activities he undoubtedly had planned for the week—but because on the flight over, it had suddenly hit me just how many years of my life I’d wasted with Kiera.

The truth was that I’d never wanted to marry her in the first place, and I for damn sure hadn’t wanted to stay married to her.

I hadn’t wanted her, period.

What was done was done though, and after a dozen years stuck in a loveless marriage, I was finally free. I’d also already offered plenty of unheeded advice to Marcus against his upcoming—and far too impulsive, in my opinion—marriage, so the least I could do was not ruin his fun this week by dragging my regrets here to Vegas with me. 

So, what time can I expect to see you here at the club? Marcus asked, clearly taking great delight in goading me when we both knew there was no way I was going to hit a dance club after a five-hour flight. Or, if I was honest, probably ever. "Do I need to send another car to collect you? Hire an enforcer? Tempt you with a special... escort? You know I wouldn’t want you to miss out, big brother."

I rolled my eyes, an indulgence I’d never have given in to if he’d been able to see me—and one I certainly couldn’t afford in my day-to-day life as a high-powered corporate attorney—but here? Giving in to the childish impulse was my one concession to the saying about things that happened in Vegas, staying in Vegas.

I have no intention of doing anything but sleeping tonight, Marcus, I told him, which, despite his teasing, I had no doubt he already knew. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.

"Sleep?" he said, sounding incredulous.

I frowned. Marcus and I were as close to each other as the rest of our heartless family was distant. Yes, he was impulsive, a bit reckless, and frequently over-the-top—in other words, my polar opposite—but I’d practically raised him. He knew me better than anyone… which meant there was no way my plans for the night should have been a surprise. 

 I don’t think so, he added in a singsong voice that immediately made me suspicious.

I loved my brother, but I’d spoiled him. He thought he could get away with anything... and honestly, as charming as he was, he was usually right. Marcus had a good heart but piss-poor judgement, and if the smug satisfaction in his voice was anything to go by, he’d applied both those qualities in whatever plans he had brewing for tonight.

Plans for me, from the sound of it.

Marcus, I growled in the general direction of my phone, stalking through the luxurious front room of the suite and flinging open the double doors leading into the bedroom and adjoining bath to check for any unexpected surprises.

Empty, thank fuck.

I can’t hear you, Marcus lied, the singsong cadence of his voice coming through loud and clear from my phone’s speaker… making it a sure bet that he absolutely could hear me.

I glared at him—well, in the direction of my phone—with my hands on my hips. What did you do?

I’ve left you a party favor! Marcus answered gleefully, the club beat in the background kicking up another notch. All the guys are getting one tonight, but I knew you’d want to stay in, so I arranged to have it delivered. Are you up in your room yet?

He snickered.

I frowned.

I’m here, I said, my eyes narrowing as I turned to scan the luxuriously appointed suite again. Nothing looked out of order. Plush furniture, a large gift basket on the table by the door, a small kitchenette area off to the side, and what appeared to be a balcony outside a set of sliding glass doors. Standard fare.

Perfect, Marcus said as drunken laughter sounded behind him, then suddenly quieted along with the music as if he’d stepped out of the club for a moment. You know I love you, Damien, he added.

My brow crinkled, and I walked back to the table I’d tossed the phone on, staring down at it. I did know he loved me. We were family. But he’d sounded sober and serious when he said it, which wasn’t at all like the reckless baby brother I’d looked out for all my life. Something was up.

You deserve to have good things, he went on, To be happy, you know? Especially after what that bitch put you through.

Thank you, I said, feeling a flash of guilt at his sincere words. I cleared my throat, suddenly glad I’d come. Marcus was the one person who knew my marriage had been a sham from the start, and he also knew all the ways Kiera had guilted me into not ending it sooner. 

I really shouldn’t be so suspicious of him. If he wanted to send me up some outrageous trinket to commemorate my newfound freedom, that was fine. Sweet, even.

You’re welcome, he said, right back to sounding far too cheerful and more than a little bit smug. But I also know you, Damien. Even now that you’re free, you’re not going to admit what you really want, are you? Much less go out and get it? At least, not without a little... push. He snickered again. But don’t worry, big brother. I’ve got you.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Okay, I should definitely be suspicious. This was, after all, Marcus. Please tell me you haven’t done something ridiculous.

He gasped in mock outrage. "Moi?"

I sighed, then smiled in spite of myself. Of course he’d done something ridiculous. And since I knew he meant well, it wasn’t like I could actually be upset… even if whatever he had planned was virtually guaranteed to disrupt my first night of rest and relaxation.

Actually, I reserved the right to be a little upset. It remained to be seen. Although honestly, I had no idea what disaster-in-the-making he might have convinced himself constituted giving me something I’d want. I was wealthier than sin and could buy anything I was lacking for myself.

Maybe that wasn’t the point, though. Marcus had said this was something I wouldn’t go out and get for myself.

He prattled on for a few minutes about the plans he’d made for the upcoming week, but I frowned, too distracted by the question of what he might think I wanted to pay close attention.

I was at a loss. The only thing I’d actually wanted recently was to finally be free of my biggest mistake, and while divorcing Kiera had made a hefty dent in my portfolio—we’d had a miserable marriage from the start, but she’d still fought tooth and nail to keep the luxuries of our lifestyle—I’d never regret the cost. It was just money, after all, and what was that saying? Some things were simply priceless.

Now that it was finally done, though, and Kiera was out of my life for good, I… 

Well, hell. The truth was, she may have been out, but I’d been so focused on making that happen that I’d never given any thought to what I wanted in my life now.

But apparently Marcus had, which was both flattering and, with his track record, slightly frightening.

Have I mentioned his recklessness? Lack of impulse control? History of poor decision-making?

I sighed, the exhaustion suddenly hitting me hard. I really need to get some rest, Marcus, I said, cutting into his excited description of something involving bungee jumping that I definitely planned on missing later this week. I appreciate the thought of… whatever it is you have planned for me, but I’m honestly too tired for anything other than crawling into bed tonight.

That works, Marcus said as the music behind him suddenly swelled in volume. He must have reentered whatever club he was kicking off his bachelor party with. But while you’re there? Just remember, rest is totally overrated. For once in your life, just let yourself have a little fun, Damien. After all, I spent good money on your ‘party favor’—

I rolled my eyes again, since the good money he’d spent was all thanks to me and the investments I’d forced him to make once he’d come into the trust fund our grandfather had left him. He had plenty, and I’d given strict instructions to the financial planner to offset his impulsiveness and make sure he always would.

—and I picked it out special, just for you. So come on, big brother. Let loose for once and just enjoy it, you know?

No, I didn’t know. Neither letting loose nor enjoying guilt-free pleasures were in my nature, and since I was pretty sure I heard Marcus snicker again—although it was hard to tell for sure over the club music—I wasn’t convinced that whatever this party favor of his involved should be guilt free.

I sighed again, rubbing the back of my neck. How about a raincheck? I asked, hoping that would buy me a reprieve at least. I shrugged off my suit jacket and removed my tie, hanging both over the back of a chair. I really just need to unwind tonight, Marcus.

He laughed. That’s the whole point, big brother. You do need to unwind. Live a little. Indulge yourself. Let yourself finally get a taste of what you really want for once.

I frowned. What I really wanted? Why did he think he knew what that was, when I didn’t? I don’t think— I started.

You won’t even have to leave your room, he said quickly, cutting

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WONDERFUL story. Loved the characters, plot,& felt their emotions... Well done author!