Hi all — I’ve kicked off my next audio project, and it’s a dirty little bastard called Daddy’s Home.
This one follows Hugh and Fletcher — a horny little fox and his Dalmatian boyfriend — trying to claw out a life together while the world does its level best to crush them. Family pressure. Small-town rot. And towering over it all: Fletcher’s father, Captain Hayes — a homophobic, firehouse-bred nightmare with a badge, a temper, and a bone to pick.
The prologue is finished (you’ll find it below), and Chapter One is getting its final polish. Over the next few weeks, subscribers can expect audio clips, concept art, and chapter drops as this thing really starts to snarl.
Fair warning: Daddy’s Home is unapologetically adult. This is a yiffy fuckfest of gay anthro sex, betrayal, bad decisions, and family drama that gets under your fur and stays there. Consent is messy. Protection is ignored. Feelings get bruised. Bodies get used. It’s fantasy — filthy, exaggerated, and reckless — not a how-to manual. In real life, don’t be a dumb slut: ask before you take, wrap it up, and remember actions have consequences.
If you’re under the age of majority where you live, or if this kind of content will get you in legal trouble, do yourself a favour and walk away now. Everyone else? You’ve been warned.
Now unzip. Spit on it. Stretch those holes.
Daddy’s Home — and he’s got a bone to pick with you.
Prologue
I shouldn’t even be telling you this.
Honestly, I should be walking over to Fletcher’s right now. Making things right.
If that’s even possible.
On my knees, begging my sweet Dalmatian for forgiveness I don’t deserve.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
Not before I tell you how it all started.
You ever do something so fucked up, so awful, you just hate yourself for it?
Something you know would make your family never look at you the same again?
Something that hurts the person you care about most?
Yeah.
That’s where I’m at.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
It started about six months ago — when Fletcher came out to his family.
I remember the way his mum cried.
The way his sister hugged him like she was mourning him.
Cunts.
But his dad…
Captain Hayes just sat there.
Arms crossed. Jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth would snap.
He didn’t yell. He didn’t argue.
He just gave Fletcher this look.
And blamed “that damned fox.”
Like somehow it was my fault his boy liked cock now.
After the first couple of weeks, things became… bearable.
Not that Captain Hayes ever talked much before.
The old man was always stoic — big, muscular firefighter.
Everything was black and white to him.
(Yeah, pun intended.)
Things either were or they weren’t.
There was no grey, no middle ground.
And since we were gay, we just didn’t fit into what he thought a respectable family — or couple — should be.
Every time I came over, the air turned heavy.
Every time I kissed Fletcher in front of him — just a quick peck goodbye, nothing filthy —
I could feel his father’s eyes on me.
Heavy. Judging.
Like he was trying to scrub me off his son with a look.
Didn’t stop me, though.
Didn’t stop Fletcher either.
We kept finding reasons for me to stay over on the nights Captain Hayes worked at the station. Movie nights. Study sessions.
Stupid excuses that barely hid the fact we were just going to spend the night fucking like animals while his dad was out saving lives.
I should’ve felt guilty.
I guess, deep down, I did.
But mostly… mostly I just felt lucky.
Lucky to have Fletcher.
Lucky that he still chose me, even with his father’s disapproval hanging over us like smoke.
Or worse —
like carbon monoxide:
invisible to the eye, but deadly in the way it was always there.
I didn’t mean to make things worse for Fletch, honest. I didn’t plan to hurt anyone. He’s the nicest, sweetest lad you’ll ever meet.
If his spots weren’t so damned obvious, you’d swear he was a golden retriever. Nothing ever seemed to bother him —
Until this morning.
Until it happened.
And now here I am, pacing my room, praying the stink of everything that transpired a few hours ago has rubbed off, trying to find the courage to go back down there and face what I’ve done.
But first — you need to know how it all went wrong.