by Laurie Lochs
"Baby like?" I whispered, kneeling next to Trevor.
Trevor blushed. He turned to me with the biggest, brightest eyes I'd ever seen. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, "baby like more than anything in his entire life."
My heart fluttered. I’d done the right thing, showing him this room. The dildos, the straps, the ropes, the pain — none of that was for Trevor. He was a little at heart. He would be a little in my arms. He was going to be the sweetest boy I'd ever had and I wanted to cherish every gift he gave me.
"Daddy's so glad you like it, baby boy," I said, inching up next to Trevor. It was awkward because my cock was fully extended in front of me, and it sort of bumped into Trevor's cheek as I approached him, but he didn't seem to mind. He was so in his element that he'd forgotten we been in the middle of sex.
Or… No, he hadn't forgotten at all. Because a second later, he turned his head and ran his tongue across the underbelly of my shaft. I moaned and it twitched before me, bumping into his chin. Trevor took it in stride, firmly gripping the base with his left hand. He pulled the foreskin all the way back until the shiny head came into view.
"It's so shiny, Daddy," he whispered, rubbing it across his lips. He moaned and flitted his tongue along the tip. He planted three curt kisses along the shaft.
My heart swelled with pride. "Yes, baby. You make Daddy very excited."
Trevor lapped up my praise and beamed. He was adoring me. With his right hand, he cupped my balls and cradled them in his soft palm. He kissed the sides of my cock until he once again reached the tip. There, he planted an angel kiss, before bringing it into his mouth and introducing me to a world of pleasure. Then, he took the cock and ran his tongue along the length, pausing only to kiss my balls and stroke the shaft. He didn't miss any part of it, and planted the softest kiss on my taint when he reached it. I moaned and quivered, my burly body heaving as he pressed his plush lips to my hairy taint. I’d gotten blow jobs from god knew how many guys, but this was… This was unearthly. There was something so innocent yet learned about his approach. He had no idea what he was doing. He was letting his instincts lead the way.
It was as if he'd been born to suck cock but never got the chance. Perhaps he needed to wear messy diapers to make Daddy proud.
"Open wide, boy," I commanded, grabbing his hair and bringing his gaping mouth to my shaft. “Open wide for Daddy."
I didn't need to give a second command. Trevor swallowed the length. This boy knew exactly what he was doing. It was in his DNA. He didn't need me to give him directions. He loved that I took control. With my free hand, I massaged his hairless tummy and rubbed the front of his diaper. He moaned and quivered, clenching his legs together to stop the pleasure, but I quickly spread them apart. If he was going to use his diaper again, I wanted to make sure it happened in front of me where I could see it. I didn't want him using the diaper in secret.
Like a champ, Trevor swallowed my shaft. He glanced up at me with puppy-dog eyes as it reached the base. He almost looked pained, so I quickly pulled out so he could catch his breath. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt the boy in any way. Consent lay at the core of Asteria. But Trevor didn't seem to think I’d hurt him at all. Because a second later, he grabbed my thick ass and forced the entire length of my shaft down his throat, slobbering as the cock gagged him into the floor.
“Oh, baby boy. You don’t know what you’re doing to Daddy.”
Trevor moaned and pressed his thighs together. This time, I lost control and couldn’t force them apart. All I could muster was to pull his head backwards so I could see his pretty face, but then Trevor quickly slammed his face down on my cock again. He did this with such intensity that my balls heaved forward and smacked his chin. Deep within me, the kindling of my orgasm burst into flames. Once it started, there was no stopping it. I glanced at Trevor again and took in his baby-smooth face that contrasted so sharply with my bulging belly. It was enough to send me over the edge.
Grabbing his shoulder with one hand, I thrust myself into him one last time and, as he gasped, I snapped my body into his throat and let my orgasm roar. Trevor moaned and clawed my thighs as I emptied my load in his mouth. Waves of pleasure dominated me, filling the boy with my come. He'd been waiting his entire life for my pungent load. I was filling him and making him whole, quenching a thirst within him since the dawn of time.
At last, Trevor broke free from my cock. Come dribbled down his pale chin and pooled on his neck. A lone strand of my offering sat on his lip. I rubbed it with my thumb and stuck it in his mouth. Trevor closed his eyes and moaned, swirling his tongue around my thumb like a pacifier.
"Oh, baby," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "You don't know what you do to Daddy.”
Trevor blushed. “I-I’m so sorry, Daddy. But I think you made baby come in his pants."
My heart swelled with pride. My baby boy was brand new, but he was already willing to admit such things to me. Trevor knew he couldn't be changed unless he told me that he'd had an accident, even though it wasn't technically an accident. In fact, it was the polar opposite of an accident; it was something I wanted, cherished, even needed from a boy like him.
"Yes, baby. You're such a good boy for telling Daddy. Here," I said, lifting him up and bringing him to a changing station in the corner. From the nearby shelf I selected a plastic container of baby wipes, powder, and a fresh diaper to change my boy. "Let Daddy change you. Let Daddy make you clean."
"Yes, Daddy," Trevor whimpered, pressing his thighs together. But just like before, I spread them apart. I peeled back his diaper and emptied it in the trashcan. After I cleaned him, I dressed him in a brand-new diaper and planted him right back on the floor.
"Now," I said, pulling a plastic container of building blocks from a shelf. “Let's teach baby the ABCs."
Trevor closed his eyes and sighed. He rested his head on my knee. My heart leapt out of my chest. From this angle, he looks so peaceful and sweet, like he'd never known hardship or bad things in his life. From this angle, I was almost moved to the point of asking him to move in with me and be my full-time little, even though I hadn’t known him for more than 24 hours. I'd played with him less than an hour, yet our connection was stronger than the stars.
"I like to play," Trevor whispered, smiling angelically. “I like to play with blocks."
"Yes, baby," I whispered, unpacking the blocks from the blue box. "Let's teach Trevor all the things he can do with blocks.”
Trevor beamed. And so for the rest of the afternoon, we played with blocks. I taught Trevor to say the ABCs, because he'd never had a Daddy teach him before. When we finished, I made Trevor a warm bottle with vanilla and cinnamon, and I nursed him to sleep in his crib.
We had such a big day that I almost forgot he hadn't even done his audition.
Chapter 9
Trevor
I woke up with Ash's arms wrapped around me. It was like I’d been sleeping in a dream. My fresh diaper was still snug around my waist. My thighs and tummy were totally clean.
I glanced at Ash and smiled. He was still sleeping. His face looked so peaceful in the soft light of the playroom. All around us, there were stuffed animals and toys that looked like they only wanted to play with me. For the first time since I came back with Blakely and Kyle last summer, I felt myself relax. I’d found a Daddy.
I dozed back to sleep. When I woke up, something changed. Ash was still sleeping, but the playroom somehow seemed… Less secure. I glanced through the crack in the doorway and saw the ropes and chains in the main room. I felt the wind go out of me. Though I knew Ash had said otherwise, I couldn't help but wonder if he really wanted to play with chains and floggers. Did we start with the playroom and then make our way to the metal chains? Was that his master plan?
"There's no way I'm ready for that," I whispered, suddenly uncomfortable in Ash's arms. I glanced down at his tummy and saw it was really big and hairier than I thought before. It didn’t feel snuggly at all. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable, lik
e I was somehow trapped in this room in which there were no windows. If Ash wanted to take me into the Dungeon and strap me to the wall, there would be nothing to stop him. There was nothing preventing him from doing whatever he wanted to me.
This was his club. No one would ever know.
A cold sweat washed over me. I brought my hand to Ash's throat. He snored, oblivious to my inner plight. I tried to fight the waves of sadness coursing through my body but it was no use. I needed to get as far away from Asteria as possible. It wasn’t a place of safety and comfort after all. Ash would start in the playroom. But then he would tie me up with whips and chains.
It was too much. "Ash," I whispered, squirming in his grip. "Ash, I need you to wake up."
Ashes eyes fluttered open. He looked around the playroom and then, as if remembering where he was, looked down at me and smiled. Like before, his smile was warm. His eyes were warmer still. But this did little to calm me.
"What is it, baby boy?"
I shuddered at his words. I hated that I'd woken up feeling so insecure. But I needed to go. I could feel my blood rising in my skin. My heart was starting to race. Even if it was an anxiety attack, I thought it was still warranted because my objections had merit. He really could bring me to the other room and lock me up in a box of pain. He could do anything he wanted to me and no one would ever know. I was trapped in his big, beautiful arms, but they were like ropes holding me down. I needed to get as far away from him as possible. I needed to be alone.
"Ash," I whispered again, "I need to go."
Ash’s eyes opened all the way this time. "What do you mean, little one?"
"I just have to go," I whispered softly, not daring to look into his eyes. I stared at the floor and pretended like I wasn't shaking in his arms.
"Oh, baby… But we were just getting started."
His words were hellfire in my spine. Just getting started? What was that supposed to mean?
It means he's going to bring you to the pain room, Trevor. He might do all kinds of things to humiliate you, like force a bunch of guys on you at once. That's what “just getting started” means.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, unable to fend off the tears. My eyes burned. I tried to wipe my eyes with the back of my palm, but Ash quickly moved my hand from my face and brought it to my lap. He ran his thumb under my eyes to stave off the tears. But it did little good.
"Are you scared?" Ash asked, kissing my forehead.
"Yes," I whispered, scrunching my eyes as tight as I could. "I'm very scared and I need to leave. Please let me go.”
Ash froze. He didn’t like what I’d said. But he slowly nodded. I’d tried to focus on the look of forlorn sadness in his eyes because I'd hurt him. But Ash wasn’t going to punish me. He respected me and knew that if I was withdrawing my consent, he would let me go. No matter what my imagination was telling me, he wasn’t the type to do things to me against my will. If I really was scared and if I really wanted to get away from Asteria, Ash would let me go, even if it hurt him. At least I hoped.
With my mind racing, I squirmed out of Ash's arms. He helped me off his lap and picked me up. "I can arrange a driver, boy."
"No," I whispered anxiously, "that's not necessary. Thank you, but I'll leave the same way I came."
Ash only nodded. "Let me show you the door.” He rose from the floor and led me out of the playroom. He snapped off the light. I couldn't help but think that I was mistaken, and that Ash had nothing but the best of intentions for me. My thoughts were so conflicted. As much as I wanted to chalk it up to my anxiety, I knew that some of my concerns were not without merit. Even if he seemed nice, I was still alone with a strange man in a BDSM club — and he was the DM, for God’s sake — and before this afternoon, I'd never done so little as kiss a man in my life. I had no experience. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. If Ash wanted to take advantage of that or if he was gripped by a sudden urge to do something and he couldn’t fend off the desire, there would be no telling what would happen to me.
Ash walked me to the parking lot and helped unlock my bicycle. "You're chain’s looking rusty," he said, running his fingers over the metal. He glanced up at me and, like before, I found myself staring into his deep, comforting eyes. Though shaded with concern, they were still the same eyes I'd fantasized about last night, after he'd come up to me at the club. They were beautiful eyes that I wanted to peel apart and dive into. But I scrubbed this from my mind the minute my bicycle was free.
"Thank you," I whispered, not answering his question. I wasn't trying to be obstinate. It was just that my heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. "Thank you for your kindness this afternoon."
Ash nodded. I climbed onto the seat of the bicycle and began to ride home. My diaper chafed against my thighs, but I didn’t have time to think of that. For the last time, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Ash looking after me under the Asteria sign on the door. I was gripped by a sudden urge to wave at him or even double back and bury myself in his bear arms but I shot this down. He deserved a boy who would stay with him and not freak out over stupid worries. He needed a boy comfortable enough to spend time with him in the playroom. I had failed in every capacity. I wasn't going to patronize him with a paltry wave.
I biked home, my heart thumping out of my chest. A huge red tow truck almost rammed into me at a busy intersection, but I dodged it just in time. Sweat poured down my four head and trickled down my neck. I was absolutely terrified. But I couldn't tell if I was terrified because I liked being a little with Ash or for some other reason.
Because I'd liked it, hadn't I? This had been the best afternoon in, well… My entire life.
Stop, Trevor. You made the right decision. Even if Ash is a perfectly nice man, you should never have trusted him to the extent that you did. You've known him for less than 24 hours and, despite what his website says, you don't know what could happen to you if you stayed. You were smart to get out when you did. Even if it's killing you.
It was killing me. Like, seriously hurting my soul. Ash was the nicest man I’d ever met. What the hell was I thinking?
I'd made a colossal fucking mistake.
Chapter 10
Ash
Three days later
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"Ash?" Veronica turned to me and crossed her arms over her chest. She was in a black leather jacket and looked seriously sexy. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders and she had the air of a seasoned dominatrix. Which, of course, she was. But not today. This morning, she was here to talk business.
“What is it?” I sounded like I’d been run over by a tow truck.
Veronica walked towards me and set her palms on the desk. "We need to have a talk about Stephen."
I groaned. I knew what she was going to tell me. Stephen had messed up again. I couldn't believe he'd forgotten to pay the god damn water bill. It was like he was trying to sabotage the club.
Maybe I'd better check to see if he’s looking to open a second club and become my competition. Because this is not the way a managing partner should act.
"I already know, dude. The water bills weren’t paid. But don’t worry. I did it this morning."
“You sure?”
“Yes. I promise. We’ll have plenty of water for water sports.”
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Funny guy. But if Stephen keeps fucking up, I’m going to slice his head off.”
“I think you know as well as I do the Asteria club enforces a strict no-violence policy. You would need to get his consent first. Besides, even then I wouldn’t allow it. Headless co-owners aren’t exactly good for business.”
“I really wish you’d stop discriminating against people without heads.”
“Uhm.” I crossed my arms. “The only person I’m discriminating against is you. Now please, Veronica. I’ve got work to do.”
“Well, you wouldn’t if Stephen pulled his weight. God.” Veronica spun around and left the room, but not before setting a large latte on my desk. I tasted it. It was
the same flavor as she gotten three days ago, and just as good. I couldn't believe that my assistant was turning me into a latte loving metropolitan city slicker. If she kept doing this, I'd have to get my coffee extra black myself.
But it was Friday. This meant I didn't exactly have time to do a coffee run or pick up the slack for Stephen, who totally was neglecting his duties. I didn't even have time to check the game on ESPN, which I sometimes like to do when I got overwhelmed in the middle of the day. I wasn't a huge sports fan but football sometimes got the blood pumping when there was too much on my plate.
But the great part about Fridays was that I especially didn't have time to worry about the fact that we still hadn't filled the slot for talent night, or that the beautiful boy I'd pegged as the perfect performer had balked without a single explanation, just three days ago after I'd held him in my arms.
Oh wait… Yes, I did have to worry about that.
I needed to worry about that vey much.
My head throbbed, so I quickly pressed my palm to my forehead and took three deep breaths. I'd made a mistake. I jeopardized our professional relationship, if there was still one to be had. I never should've gone near him. I certainly never should have crossed the line into an explicitly sexual relationship when we’d barely known each other for 24 hours. Or ran my hands over his soft body. Or pressed my lips to hi. Or come in his mouth.
And I certainly never should have diapered him in the playroom. It was wrong.
Had I misread him? If he wasn’t a little, this was especially problematic.
Like, lawsuit-level problematic.
Except… Well, I didn’t think I’d misread him at all. Because after all, the boy had responded so well when I told him I wanted to be his Daddy. Besides, he was the one who showed up wearing a diaper under his clothes. He was the one who’d shown me the diaper. I understood that that could have been his outfit for talent night, but at the same time, there had been serious tension in the room. I'd been very clear he could’ve stopped at any time and I wasn't going to pressure him into doing anything. The last thing I wanted to do was make the boy feel uneasy in what was supposed to be a happy space where people practice their kinks in safety. But the boy made me feel like, well… Like I'd violated him. Like I'd transgressed some sacred boundary he’d put up around himself, one that perhaps he didn't even realize was in place until I'd crossed it.
