Training Trevor: An ABDL Age Play Romance (Safe Boys Book 3)

by Laurie Lochs

  Veronica only laughed. But she shot me a glance that said, I know what you're thinking. You want this boy and I can tell you want him bad. From the looks of it, he wants you to. Stop being a bitch and make a move, Ash.

  I did nothing of the sort. Instead, I turned to Trevor and congratulated him on his stellar performance yet again. "That was something to remember. I can't say I've ever seen talent like that in my life."

  Trevor gazed at me as if he were soaking up all my words like a sponge. "Thank you," he whispered again, still staring into my eyes. It was as if everything fell to the wings the minute he looked at me like that. I wanted to bring him close and kissed him, but I knew that was out of the question. He’s your employee. Not you boy.

  With the audition over, I guided Trevor through the rest of his functions for the show. I explained his duties and that he would need to bring guests cocktails and appetizer , not like a bartender or anything but to get them in the mood. He was going to be the face of Asteria for the night.

  "Will I end up on the website?" he asked, turning to face me as we stopped by the dildo wall.

  "Yes. All of our performers are on the website."

  I expected Trevor's face to drop. Maybe he didn't want to be associated with the club in public. I was astonished to see that his face lit up like I'd given him the best gift he'd ever had in his life.

  "Oh, my God," he whispered in awe, "I'm going to be a star."

  "Damn right you are," I said, gripping his shoulder and squeezing. It was meant to be a friendly gesture to let him know that I supported him and that I stood with him him, but to my astonishment Trevor withered beneath me, as if my hand had been molten lava and he a defenseless forest floor. It was as if my hand had left an imprint on his shoulder which weighed him down. He sort of sunk to the left, as if he couldn't stop himself from leaning into my grip. Then, he glanced up at me with the biggest eyes in the world. And for a second, I almost thought I saw a flash of pink dart across his cheeks — but it was gone as soon as it had come.

  "Like I said, you're going to be a star."

  Trevor simply shook his head in awe. For a second, I wanted to check if he was wearing his “special underwear” or diaper the correct way, and if he'd fastened it perfectly. Of course I didn’t even know if he was currently wearing a diaper, but I noticed the time we'd played around that he'd accidentally put the strap on the right side of his bony hip too far back, and so I made sure to correct that if I ever got the chance to change him into a fresh one in the playroom again. But then I remembered it wasn't my job to check these things for my boy, and that he was only going to be at Asteria until the performance. Though I might have wanted to powder him and give him a bottle while I sang lullabies and rocked him to sleep on my lap, that was well past the boundaries of what we'd established.

  I refuse to let my desires guide my actions. Instead, I simply walked Trevor to his bicycle and told him that we were looking forward to his performance. An expression of dismay shot across his face, but it was fleeting and disappeared like the breeze.

  "Thank you, Ash. This means so much."

  “We’re the ones thanking you. You're going to do wonders for Asteria."

  Trevor blushed and hopped on his bicycle. He unwrapped the lock from the handlebar and, for a second, I almost thought I saw a flash of his thigh from underneath his khakis. At once, I was gripped by an urge to fondle his pale, hairless thigh and push my hand up further until it bumped against what I knew lie underneath. I wanted to start with his thighs and end with his cock. But I would do no such thing. I quickly averted my gaze and stared Trevor in the face. "We'll see you opening night.”

  Trevor smiled. ”See you soon."

  He kicked his bicycle into gear and pedaled away. When he'd gone, I turned back to Asteria. But Veronica stopped me before I could get through the door.

  "I saw that, you know.” She crossed her arms over her chest. She was unimpressed.

  "Saw what?"

  Veronica only glared at me. ”Why are you trying to seduce the talent?"

  "I did no such thing, Veronica. I would appreciate if you didn't accuse me of such disturbing things."

  "I'm not wrong, am I?"

  I said nothing.

  “There’s tension between you two. And I see it. I don't know what it is, Ash. But I think the boy needs a Daddy."

  I sighed. "You know I haven't been a Daddy since my last relationship. It's something I gave up when I chose to run Asteria full time.”

  Veronica nodded. "I know that, and you know that, but Trevor is clearly going through a transition time in his life and he needs a Daddy to help him through. He needs the stability that a Daddy/boy relationship can provide. You know everything there is about these relationships, Ash. You'd be the perfect caregiver for him."

  I sighed and studied my assistant’s face. There wasn't a hint of malice or mockery in it. "I barely know the kid. It would be highly inappropriate for me to make a move on him."

  "You're not fooling anyone, dude. I freaking saw you.”

  I whipped around to stare Veronica in the eyes. "You saw me do what?"

  "Yes, moron," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "You and the boy were fast asleep in the playroom. I'd come back from my aunt's early and swung by to grab some paperwork. I saw the lights were on. I went to turn them off, thinking you'd done some cleaning — because Stephen has been forgetting everything — when I saw you and him snuggled up together. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen."

  My jaw dropped. I was totally busted.

  "And the way you held him, Ash? You're clearly in need of someone to nurture. And I saw how comfortable he was snuggling up against you. It was as if he lost himself in you, and found himself in your arms. You need a boy to take care of. And, well… He needs a Daddy Dom."

  "No," I said, shaking my head. "That's where you're wrong. He may need to Daddy, but…"

  Veronica's eyes shot open. "Is he a Dom himself?"

  "No. But he’s a top. He’s not going to want to get dominated anytime soon."

  Veronica sighed. "Just because he's a top doesn't mean he isn't a sub."

  "Of course. But he's also told me fantasies where… How do I put it. It's clearly him doing the dominating."

  Veronica mulled this over. "And you're fine with this?"

  "I am. If… Well, if there wasn't such a glaring power imbalance."

  Veronica sighed and ran a finger through her black hair. "What I think you need to do is give him a gift. You need to surprise him and let him know that he’s safe in your arms. It doesn't need to be a big show, but enough to let him know that he'll be secure with you and that he doesn't need to worry. I know you're a gentle man, but he might be concerned you’re too extreme for him. After all, you’re the fucking DM at a BDSM club. It's possible he got the wrong idea."

  "I know. I wouldn't know what to think if I were in his shoes."

  "Like I said," Veronica continued, "you need to find a way to make him feel protected. I’d suggest putting together a package and giving it to him. But you have to be clear that you want to make this a Daddy/boy relationship. There can be no more mixed signals and you have to be upfront about everything. That's the only way this can be ethical."

  I sighed. My assistant was spot on. "I know, V."

  "I'm going to head to Chipotle. I'm going to get two chicken burritos and you're going to eat it the way I like. You need to stay healthy for your boy. When I get back, I expect you to have put together a gift for Trevor. You don't get lunch until you do that."

  I opened my mouth to speak, but not before my assistant flipped her hair and walked to her sedan in the back of the parking lot. I watched her pull out, the idea of chipotle for lunch already causing my stomach to rumble. I was worried but at the same time knew that this was a task I was more than capable of doing. How hard could it be to put together a thoughtful gift?

  If it meant getting little Trevor back in my arms, I’d do anything.

  Chapter 17
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  Trevor

  When I arrived home, I went straight to my bedroom and immediately collapsed in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and replayed the events of the afternoon. Not only had my rehearsal gone off without a hitch, but the personal conversation with Ash in front of the door to Asteria was one of the most insightful I’d had in my life. I wanted to relive the conversation again and again.

  Ash was so beautiful, with his brown hair and thick frame. He was like a big teddy bear and I wanted to sink into his folds. I wanted to wrap myself in his arms like he was an actual stuffed animal, and burrow beneath his jiggly biceps so he could keep me snug and safe. My cock twitched at the thought of his ass poking through his khakis. I wanted to snuggle with him and I wanted him to be my Daddy… But I wanted to be on top of him in bed.

  It was so confusing for me. I'd never heard of a boy who wanted to be a little but dominant in the bedroom. It was an oxymoron if there was one. But at the same time, I knew my heart well enough to know that this was something I wanted. My body craved to be held, caressed, and I wanted to be treated like the little I was inside. I wanted Ash to baby me, to diaper me like he had that afternoon. I wanted to sit in the playroom and build train sets with my Daddy forever. But when the night grew dark, and everyone went home from the club, I wanted to lay him face down on a bed, run my fingers across his thick body, and make him mine. My body shuddered at the thought that I might be inside him someday, even if he only wanted me as a friend. If only there was a way to convince him otherwise.

  But there was a major problem with that, namely the fact that I didn't know whether Ash was even a bottom. He ran a BDSM club, for God's sake. And he had experience being a Daddy. It was only logical that he would be a Daddy Dom. And yet at the same time, there was something so Subservient about him, something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but knew was there. It was almost like he was sizing me up in a very different way. When he laid eyes on me it was like he saw something different about me than I saw in him. I knew he'd had littles with him before, but they weren't like me… If I did successfully convince him to sleep with me again, I needed to be upfront and clear that I did not want to be fucked by him. If anyone was going to be doing the fucking, it would be me.

  I laid back down in my bed and wriggled out of my pants. My cock sprung forth between my thighs and rose to attention in the afternoon air. "Ash," I whispered, running my thumb over the length. A small blue vein crept through the shaft and made its way to the head. I squeezed the head, and watched the pink top fill with blood and then become pale pink again. It was such a funny thing. With my free hand, I cupped my balls and pretended I was rubbing my cock on Ash's lips. I wanted to blow him again and again, but then I wanted to stand up and force him to take the entire length of my shaft. I wanted to fill him to the brim, and make it so that he didn't have room to breathe. The only thing in his throat would be my cock, and he would be choking on it.

  I couldn't believe how fortunate I was. Even with the boys in school, I was comparatively well endowed. Though I'd never measured, I figured my cock was at least 6 inches or maybe more. It was so funny watching other boys look at it in the showers and compare it to their own, especially when I was really tiny like 13 and all the boys would try to hide their cocks in the locker room because they were so embarrassed for anyone to see. I remembered in gym class I would sometimes come in early just to change entirely naked, but sometimes a boy or two would walk in and see me crouched behind the lockers, trying to hide my big cock from them. If the door opened, I’d get so hard and I’d want to come right then and there. Even when I was 14 and 15 with my best friends Blakely and Kyle at the Safe Boys shelter I had to admit, it was ridiculous seeing my cock bounce in front of me in a mirror, especially when it was attached to such a small frame. Blakely and Kyle’s cocks were so little and soft compared to mine, they were barely 3 or 4 inches. I was known as the “big cock” boy and everyone was always jealous, even though I thought it was so silly. The soft tuft of light brown pubic hair that cradled it snug only made it funnier, because it seemed like this enormous cock had come out of nowhere and was ready to take down everything in sight.

  I ran my finger over the tip of my cock and gripped it in my palm. A soft moan escape my lips, and a beam of light flickered through the window and kissed the underbelly of my glands. There was a tall mirror on the opposite side of the room, and so I watched myself play with my body and run my hands over my cock and thighs in the reflection, which only turned me on even more. In my mind, Ash suddenly appeared at the foot of my bed and whipped off his shirt and pants. His belly hung in front of him and his hairy chest blocked my view of the mirror. "My boy," he whispered, sidling up over me. He thrusted forward and moaned as his tummy spilled over my thin body, covering my cock from view.

  If Ash was really here, what I really wanted to do was throw my leg over him and flip him onto his back. Then, I'd pepper his big tummy with kisses, and grip his enormous cock with my hands. "I'm going to fuck you, big guy," I'd whisper, gently biting his nipple to invoke a fleeting sense of pain. I wanted Ash to shudder beneath me, unable to fend off the waves of pleasure coursing through him. Then, after sliding a finger in his hairy hole, I’d pleasure him and bring him to the brink of orgasm. But before I let him come, I’d thrust myself into his body and pin him to the bed.

  Without warning, my cock suddenly erupted all over my chest, sending streams of hot come onto my nipples, neck, cheeks. Some even got in my eye, and so I wiped it off, not bothering to blink. Instead, I brought the come to my lips and swirled my tongue over my finger. I pretended I was tasting Ash's come and that I was swishing his seed around in my mouth.

  But I had to shower and practice for the second performance. The rehearsal had gone well, but there was still a lot of work to do. I rose from the bed and went to the shower.

  When I came back, I’d done little more than step into the room when the phone rang, freezing me to the spot.

  Chapter 18

  Ash

  Two days later

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  I took a long sip of the latte Veronica picked up for me this morning and waited for Trevor to pick up the phone. It rang three times. For a second I was sure he was going to renege on his promise to perform. Yet on the fourth ring the line suddenly clicked and I heard Trevor's soft voice come through.

  "Ash?"

  “Hey boy," I said confidently, swirling the latte in my hand. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd love for you to come to Asteria today. I have something to show you."

  Trevor giggled. “Is it another run through?”

  “No, Trevor. I don't want to make it seem like you have to come, but I'd love to show you something."

  "I'm coming. I'll be there in 30 minutes."

  "Fantastic," I whispered, sinking into my chair. I hung up and felt the world's biggest grin slowly beginning to form over my face.

  Veronica appeared in the door second later. "Well?" she said, her hands on her hips.

  I glanced at her and smiled. "It's happening, Veronica. The surprise is complete. I just invited Trevor over to see his reaction."

  Veronica's mouth dropped. "You're kidding."

  "Not at all. I've put together the best surprise in the playroom. Now is the moment of truth."

  Veronica smiled and left the office. Then the worry set in.

  I hoped to God the surprise wouldn't put him off. If he didn't like it, I didn't know what I'd do. In a way, I was exposing myself and making myself more vulnerable than I had with anyone, ever. No boy had ever received such an impromptu gift from me. An afternoon of play and a new pair of rocketship pajamas? If Trevor didn't like this, there was nothing more I could do.

  He's going to love it. Stop doubting yourself. This boy is a little and you know it.

  "He might be a little," I muttered, "but you still don't know if he's interested in you."

  This was true. Just because Trevor liked baby things didn't mean I was the perfect Daddy for him. We might not be a match.
We might not even be compatible. After all, I'd promised I would keep our relationship fully platonic. But that was why I was going to lay it all out in the open the second he arrived. If he felt uncomfortable in any way, I would excuse myself from managing his performance and relegate the task to Stephen. Trevor would still get paid. There would be no conflict of interest because I simply wouldn't be there. If that's what I had to do to make Trevor feel comfortable, I’d do it. I needed to tell him how I felt, but I wasn't going to force him to be around me if he didn't want to.

  I took a second sip of the latte and went through tax forms. We had a ton of expenses to deduct and I needed to get this done as soon as possible. When I glanced up at the clock next, 35 minutes had gone by. My heart immediately seized. What happened? Was he not going to show?

  I was about to push in my chair and take my latte to the trash when, suddenly, someone knocked softly on the door.

  "Come in.” My voice was firm and demanding. My heart melted the minute I saw Trevor walk through the door. He flicked his long, brown hair over his shoulder and smiled at me.

  "You came," I whispered, holding the latte tight in my hand. I glanced around for the trashcan and quickly deposited the cup. My eyes shot back to Trevor.

  "It's something for the show, isn't it?" Trevor said, running a finger through his hair. “Is that what you wanted to show me?”

  My heart trembled. "Not quite, cute boy.”

  Silence filled the room. I took a moment to study Trevor's face. His eyes glistened with a singular intensity like he’d just stepped out in front of the sun. He could have belonged on any of the Renaissance Masters fresco, like the ones adorning the Sistine Chapel in Venice. But he was here, in my office looking at me with determination and curiosity as to why I’d called him to the club.

  "Follow me," I said, leading him out of the office. If we were going to have this conversation, I wanted to do it right. It would not take place in the dimly lit office. We’d do it in the middle of the Dungeon.