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himself in a lot of fights in an attempt to defend and prove himself.
    The problem was, he was tired of fighting; he just didn't know how to stop. He wanted to seem more mature, and, well, taller. He heard that some men continued to grow into their early twenties. He sincerely hoped to be one of those late bloomers. It wasn't likely. Only taller guys had that kind of luck. If anybody were going to grow more, it would probably be someone like TJ. It seemed the whole world grew and left him behind.
    Danny's legs wobbled from both the pain of his backside rubbing against his pants and from the strain of standing still. It mercilessly brought him back to the present situation. Why the hell, if he wanted to be seen as more mature, did he find himself being the youngest member of a discipline partnership where his tops referred to him as the baby, and his fellow bottoms treated him like a kid brother?
    Fuck if he knew. He never thought too much about being gay, much less heard of discipline relationships before he met TJ . Up until then, he liked girls; and for the most part, they liked him. But they would never really let him take the dominant role, even after he showed he could hold his own in a fight. No, they would rather see him as someone in need of saving, and would want to mother him and nurse his wounds.
    Then, it hit him like a sucker punch. He was here because he did need someone to rescue him, to take care of him, because he wasn't able to do it himself. Mad and disappointed with himself, he kicked the wall in front of him. Damn! It hurt to kick the wall in his socked foot. To hell with being mature. Secretly, all Danny wanted to do was suck his thumb and cry.
    “ Stand still, Danny.”  
    Shit!   How long has Antonio been watching me?  
    “ What's the baby doing in the corner?” came Mitch's grim voice behind him.  
    Double shit! Mitch finally came back to check on my oatmeal progress; this is not good . Take a deep breath and stay calm .
      “Well, apparently, Danny decided to have a full-blown tantrum. In a fit of temper, he chucked his bowl of oatmeal,” Antonio replied, while pointing to the evidence dripping down the wall.
    Danny inhaled and braced himself for what was to come next. It came out as a big hiccup. He was grateful that Antonio didn't find it necessary to mention that he was actually aiming for TJ's head.
    “ I see. Come here, Danny.”  
    Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't move, thought Danny.
    “ Now, Daniel!”  
    He slowly turned around, facing his challenger. Worrying his lower lip between his teeth, he peeked up through tear-laden lashes and quickly assessed that he was outmanned. If he could run in retreat he would, but he was backed up against a wall. Facing both his angry tops he realized he was out of options. He was literally cornered.
    “ Daniel Christopher, I am going to give you until the count of five, and if you and that sorry little butt of yours are not standing directly in front of me – so help me, you won't be sitting comfortably for a month!”  
    Wide eyes stared back at Mitch as he began his count.
    “ One.”  
    Danny took one tentative step forward while unconsciously clutching the seat of his pants.
    “ Two!”  
    Danny jumped and took another hesitant step forward.
    “ Boy, don't make me have to come and get you!”  
    Danny hastened his pace and reached Mitch in the time it took him to say three.
    “ Thank you. Now, would you care to tell me why there is a broken bowl on the floor, and oatmeal all over the wall?” Mitch’s baritone voice rose with each inflection.  
    Danny could feel his face turning red, his body beginning to sweat, and he was starting to feel as hot as his backside. Too full of shame, he couldn't bring himself to say it. Needing more time to gather his nerve, he could only sniff and shake his head no.
    “ Wrong answer!”  
    Mitch grabbed Danny by the arm, swung him sideways, and smacked his bottom with enough force that Danny would