by Laurie Lochs
Trevor shook his head rapidly. He clearly wasn’t ready to “soar” anytime soon.
These activities are why he was so hesitant to come here in the first place. He’s not trying to be judgmental, he’s just terrified.
Something about the boy’s fear of the club reminded me of my stepbrother Peter, who hated my lifestyle “choice,” but I forced this thought away. I didn’t want to think about Peter or my Mom who’d practically disowned me when they found out I was not only gay, but a Daddy and a lover of kink. The difference was Trevor was willing to learn about BDSM and kink. Even if he wasn’t a member of the community himself — or didn’t claim to be — he wasn’t going to write it off without learning more.
“What’s your role?” Trevor asked. “Besides owning it, of course.”
“I’m the Dungeon Monitor, boy.” I stared into Trevor’s eyes. “I monitor the play.”
Trevor gulped. I glanced down and saw his hand was shaking. I tried not to laugh. “I know it sounds intimidating. All it means is that I’m the trained safety expert who oversees everything happening in the Dungeon. I make sure consent is being respected at all times and that both parties are adhering to the rules laid out by the club. If a sub feels uncomfortable, he can give me a signal and I’ll pull the Dom aside.”
“Have you ever kicked anyone out?”
“Once. A rowdy Dom was too eager to jump into chain play. He forgot to warm up the chains and neglected to provide lube. His caused his sub to bleed, and the sub reached out to me after the pain became unbearable. I grabbed the Dom and spoke to him privately. He was unwilling to modify his arrangement, and I informed that he needed to leave.”
“Did he… Did he go quietly?”
“No. I had to call the bodyguards to escort him off the premises. He tried to get violent with me but I informed him that was not tolerated. We banned him from Asteria and warned the owners of clubs outside of the Minneapolis-Twin Cities area not to let him in.”
“Jesus Christ,” Trevor whispered, unable to process this information. I knew it was a lot, even too much for a first-timer. I needed to make Trevor feel safe.
“The point is that Asteria enforces a strict zero-tolerance policy. This sets us apart from other BDSM clubs you may have read about online. If a Dom proceeds to play with his sub without consent, we intervene immediately and ban the Dom from the club. Does this make sense?”
Trevor glanced around the club. I pointed out the large signs on the walls that read NO STARING and GET CONSENT.
"I'm so scared," Trevor whispered, unable to stop the emotion. He rubbed his eyes. It looked like he was going to cry.
"Don't be scared, boy.” I wrapped him in a hug. I knew I was only inviting him to perform but… Something about this boy screamed for Daddy. Maybe that's what had drawn to him to me at the nightclub. Maybe that's why I wanted him to perform.
"What's your kink, boy?” I whispered, loosening my grip. I looked him in the eyes. "It’s fine if you don’t have one. But as I always say… Everyone’s got a kink.”
Trevor closed his eyes as tight as he could. Then, he lifted his pale white shirt and pulled it up over his slim, hairless tummy. My cock lurched in my jockstrap. He glanced at me and then quickly peeled back his shorts to reveal what lie underneath.
Oh my God. He was wearing a diaper.
Chapter 7
Trevor
I trembled and continued raising my shirt. My eyes burned but I couldn’t stop myself from exposing my diaper to Ash. I wanted him to touch it, place his palm on it, squeeze as hard as he could. My body had been tingling since Ash took my hand in his and led me to the wall of dildos. I needed Ash to plant soft kisses across my tummy and fondle my diaper.
My entire body quivered. I exhaled sharply and slid a finger into the band of the diaper. “I-I like little things," I whispered, "they make me feel small."
Ash's jaw dropped. He glanced around the Dungeon as if he didn't know what to say. I couldn't help but giggle nervously. Here I was, in a fucking BDSM club for God's sake, and I’d just made the owner visibly uncomfortable.
"Jesus, kid," Ash said, arching his eyebrows at me. "This was the last thing I was expecting."
"Sorry?" My cheeks were burning. It was a bad reflex but it was something I couldn't control. “Do you mean the diaper?"
"Yes, little one," Ash murmured, taking a second glance at the diaper. His eyes roamed over my tummy and thighs. He was consuming me, devouring me on the spot. My cock tingled and jolted forward in the fabric.
"I should've pegged you as a little right away,” Ash said with a grin. "You're too soft and small to be anything but."
"I guess," I whispered slowly, staring up at Ash. I couldn't believe how confident I become. It was almost as if I'd stepped onto a stage. "But they just help me. They make me feel so small.”
"Oh, I know," Ash said, "I am a Daddy Dom, Trevor. I know all about diapers."
My jaw dropped open. Ash was a Daddy? Like a real Daddy? I moved to open my mouth, but Ash spoke before I could get any words out. "Yes, little one," he said with a grin, "I've been a Daddy to quite a few boys before. Most of the time, they like doing little things and wearing diapers and pacifiers. They like regression. My favorite thing is helping a boy explore who he really is. It gives me a sense of satisfaction that I can't find anywhere else."
"OhmyGod," I whispered, shaking my head. This was easily one of the most beautiful men I'd ever laid eyes on. And now he was telling me he was kind and considerate as well?
Too good to be true, Trevor. Stop teasing this poor man and make a run for it.
"Yes," Ash said, "it brings me so much joy to see you a boy like you discover who he truly is inside. I never had a mentor like that, growing up. I wish I did. Though I've never personally been into diaper play, my boys are and that's what matters. I haven't had a boy in over two years since my ex left me but I love to see boys treated right."
My heart melted like chocolate. Slowly, I remove my finger from the diaper and brought it behind my back. I was finding it very difficult to look up at Ash, even though I'd been making eye contact with him just moments before. A part of me knew that it was because he had said all the right things at just the right time. He was making me so shy. If my cheeks burned any more, they would set my entire body on fire.
"I like when boys are happy, Trevor," Ash whispered, his voice low and gruff. "It makes me a happy man."
I buried myself in my arms. Why was he doing this? Why was he saying all the right things? He was sending me into a tailspin and I didn't know what to make of it. Even though I was in a BDSM club and had been terrified to come just last night, his kind words were putting me at ease. And turning me on.
"I just,” I began, unsure of what to say. "It's just that, well…"
"What are you trying to say, little one?" Ash said, getting on his knees. He held my hand and stared into my eyes. This time, I had no choice but to stare into the eyes of this kind man who was offering me a huge opportunity and who was also turning out to be one of the nicest men I'd met in my entire life. I sucked in my cheeks and glanced around the Dungeon. I saw the ropes hanging from the ceiling and the various toys stacked nicely along the floor. On the wall, I saw the dildo wall that opened worlds of pleasures for kinky Subs. At last, my eyes returned to Daddy.
"I've never had a real…" I said, biting my lip. "I've never had a Daddy before.”
I thought Ash was going to turn around and walk right back into his office. I thought he would call his assistant Veronica and tell her to send me to the street. But instead, he moved his hand to my hip and gripped it. "You've never had a Daddy?"
"Never," I whispered, staring into his eyes. By now, my cock was totally hard. It would take nothing at all for him to feel it through my shorts.
"I don't believe it," Ash whispered, his voice gruff. "I can't wrap my head around the fact that a boy like you has never had a Daddy to call his own."
"It just never happened for me."
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bsp; The tension in the Dungeon was wet and hot. Ash clearly had a decision to make. He could either pretend that my words had been innocent, or he could find the deeper meaning underneath and see what I was really trying to say. I pray to God he would choose the latter.
But my fears melted away the second he brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed his thumb across my jawline. "A boy like you needs a Daddy," he whispered, "he needs a Daddy to make him whole."
I nodded slowly. I was fully hypnotized. "Yes," I whispered, melting under his touch. “Yes, please. I need a Daddy so much.”
Ash rubbed his palm across my cheek, which immediately sent a wave of tingles coursing through my body. My spine was on fire and lava was shooting out in all directions. I trembled before Ash, relishing the sensation of his hand on my skin. It was magnetic, but also filled with a friction and intensity that left me wanting to claw his large belly for more. I wanted to him to force his thumb into my mouth so I could suck on it.
I didn't have to wait long. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind did Ash suddenly insert his thumb in my mouth and place it between my lips. I close my eyes and moaned, flicking my tongue over the skin and nail. It was salty and rough. I arched my body into Ash as he probed my mouth with his thumb. He massaged my gums, teeth, and even brought the thumb underneath my tongue.
"You need a Daddy, baby boy," Ash whispered, inching towards me. A wisp of musk entered my nose. Ash removed the thumb from my mouth and closed my eyes with his fingers. A second later, he moved even closer and pressed his lips against my cheek.
A soft moan escaped me. Immediately, my body melted under his touch. The bristles of his thick beard did something to me that no amount of porn ever could. He'd ignited a fire within me and I needed his body to put it out.
"Please," I whispered, "I need Papa so bad."
"Yes, baby boy," Ash whispered, cupping my ass with his hand. "Little Trevor needs a Daddy. He needs a Daddy to take him to the stars.”
I moaned and sought friction against Ash’s body. But he spun me around and pressed me against the wall. Ropes dangled over us and the dildos jutted out of the concrete behind us but I knew we weren’t using these toys. Ash lifted my shirt and rubbed his thick palm over my tummy. Lightning shot through my body. His palm sent sparks of electricity through my veins.
With his other hand, he unzipped my khakis and pulled them down to my knees. He put his hand on my diaper and squeezed.
"Let go, baby," he whispered. My entire body trembled. He was ordering me to use the diaper.
“R-Really, Daddy?” I whispered, unable to stop the flow. I wanted to go in front of Daddy so bad. My entire body burned to let it happen in front of this man.
"Yes, little one," he whispered, "let it happen in front of Daddy. Daddy wants to see."
With my back flat against the concrete, I clenched my body together until I felt my cock burn. I was so close. I wanted to make Ash proud. But I was too hard. Nothing came out.
"You have to try harder, baby," Ash whispered, massaging my taint through the diaper.
I gulped air and scrunched my eyes shut. I clenched my teeth and trembled as a tiny drop of pee trickled out of my hard cock.
“I had a little one, Daddy. It was just a little drop.”
Ash moaned. "Daddy has an idea," he suddenly whispered. He peeled my shirt off and let it fall to the floor. He removed my shorts. I was naked except for my diaper. Then, he brought me away from the wall and laid me on the floor. He mounted me and slid on top of my hairless chest.
After running his finger over my cheek, Ash removed his shirt. His enormous tummy spilled out over his jeans. Just the sight of his massive, hairy tummy pooling over the soft fabric of his jeans was enough to cause as spurt of come to shoot from my cock.
"Daddy has an idea," Ash whispered gruffly, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. I gasped at the sight. It was at least 8 inches and had a beautiful, soft foreskin covering the throbbing tip, just like mine.
"Baby needs it," I whispered, grabbing a dildo on the wall behind me for support with my left hand. I struggled to force pee out of myself but my body was too tingly to let go.
Ash grabbed both of my hands and brought them to his cock. “Feel Daddy’s cock," he whispered, letting me massage his manhood. His balls spilled out of his jeans and throbbed against my hairless chest. I moaned. A wave of musk suddenly washed over me, and when I glanced down, I realized his cock was right outside my mouth. The foreskin bumped into my nose and a bead of pre-come washed over my cupid’s bow. I licked the tip and welcome the salty taste in my mouth.
Ash moaned. He inched forward and shoved the length on my throat. My eyes shot open and I immediately gagged.
"It's okay, baby," Ash whispered, "this'll make it easier for you. If you take my cock in your mouth, you won't be able to think about your own orgasm or pee time. You'll be able to let go and fill your diaper, just like you want."
I nodded frantically. It all made sense. I needed his thick cock in my mouth to take my mind off my own body.
Slowly, Ash removed the cock from my mouth and let me lick the tip. I flitted my tongue across the throbbing ridge and he peeled back his foreskin with his free hand. I gasped as his beautiful shiny head came into view. I welcomed the head in my mouth, running my tongue over the tip until a second bead of pre-come landed on my tongue. My body quivered and Ash thrust himself deeper into my throat. I gagged and glanced up at Ash, letting him know that I was feeling ready to pee. He was staring at me intensely, and I returned his gaze. In it, he let me know I was safe, secure, and protected in his warm arms.
Suddenly, I flooded my diaper. My eyes shot open. I moaned and thrashed about but Ash pinned me down. I wanted to scream and thrust myself into something but I only could thrust into air. Warmth filled my diaper and pooled down my balls, taint, thighs. It even reached my asshole, bringing me to a paradise warmer than a tropical sun.
Ash gasped. "Baby went," he whispered, stroking my cheek. "Baby went in his diaper.”
I nodded frantically and tried to blink away the tears. I couldn't believe I'd been able to pull it off. Ash had been right. I'd been able to go because of his suggestion, and it never would've happened, unless I'd put my faith in him and trusted that he'd make it right.
I’d gone pee in my diaper. It was just like my talent show night, only this time I liked it. I hadn’t even planned on using the goddamn diaper, because the only reason I’d worn it was to get the job singing in kink gear.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Ash leaned down and kissed me. I moaned and felt a second stream fill the diaper again.
“I-I had another spurt, Daddy.”
“You’re such a talented boy,” Ash whispered, stroking my chin. “But we’re not done yet, little one. Now it’s time for Daddy to make you come.”
Chapter 8
Ash
I glanced at Trevor, unable to believe this beautiful boy was lying beneath me. Under my belly. Sprawled on the ground with a look of sheer adoration plastered across his pretty boy face. It was everything I'd ever wanted and more. And he was mine.
"You're so smooth, little one," I whispered, thrusting into his mouth yet again. Trevor scrunched his eyes tight and took my cock. I moaned and arched my cock into his throat, letting him swallow the shaft.
Yeah, sweet boy. I know you like taking Daddy’s cock in your messy diaper.
I couldn't help but grin. My smile was going to burst off my face. Trevor opened his eyes again and I removed my cock. To my surprise, Trevor burst into giggles.
"What's so funny?” I asked, stroking his lip.
"It's…" he whispered, "it's so big, Daddy. It’s so much bigger than mine.”
I laughed and ran my thumb across his jawline. He throbbed and quivered beneath me. "You make Daddy big, little one," I whispered, urging the cock into his mouth again. It clearly took Trevor by surprise, but he kissed every inch of it, making sure every bit of my shaft felt his lips and tongue. Clearly, he’d never seen a
n 8-inch cock in person — and I doubted whether he’d seen any cock in person — but he was giving everything to make it his own.
Trevor made to welcome my cock down his boy throat a second time. But before he could, I suddenly lifted him from the ground and brought him to another room. At first, he wanted to protest and fight against me for moving him. We were having such a good time in this room, he wanted to say, why do you have to spoil the fun?
But his little heart melted the second he saw where we were.
It was the Asteria playroom. All around us, Trevor saw nothing but building blocks and little books that would teach him the ABCs. In the corner sat a giant teddy that looked as plush as it was friendly. By Trevor’s hand sat a kit for building race cars and train tracks he could put all over the floor. He could put the race car track together piece by piece, and because it was all wood, he didn't need to plug it into an outlet for it to run. It was a baby's paradise.
Scratch that — a little's paradise. A paradise for littles like Trevor.
"Welcome to the playroom.” I ruffled his hair and burst into a grin. Trevor was absolutely beaming. Though my cock was dripping pre-come and ready to explode, I wanted to take a minute to appreciate how happy the boy looked. I'd often seen daddies bring their littles into this very room and do things like color and learn to read, but sometimes the little didn’t look like they wanted to be there. They’d rather be in the Dungeon using the dildo wall or getting flogged. But Trevor, well… Damn. He looked like he belonged. His eyes were practically shooting out of his head. Though his little diaper was full of hot, salty pee, I wanted to let him sit anywhere he wanted — even on Mr. Ted, the teddy bear — and teach him things that only a Daddy could teach his boy.
