Page 3 of His Last Chase

“No, Chase, a Daddy-daddy.”

“What makes you think I’m gay?”Was I?No clue. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind given I’d never so much as kissed another human.

“You know, you’re right. I shouldn’t assume that and I apologize. Maybe you need a Mommy.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know how I identify.” The words were barely a whisper as I admitted aloud one of the many things that plagued me.

“You’ll know when you find the right person, and that’s all that matters. Sexuality is very personal and isn’t something to rush into or take a stab at. Well, it can be for some, but you are not that person. You’re methodical and always think things through which is great, but if someone comes along that catches your attention, don’t overthink it. Give them a chance but also don’t ignore the red flags. Am I making any sense?” He shook his head at himself. “Sorry, I rambled.”

“Yes. You’re a Daddy. But that would be weird if you were my Daddy plus you have Jordan.” This encroached upon the uncomfortable zone. With each word I just wanted to open another toy and play.Feeling weird inside usually led to me throwing up and I hated that.

Daddy.

The word came out before I had a chance to overthink it. Was I gay? I’d never put myself out there in any type of capacity and not so much out of fear but as in the idea had never crossed my mind. Sure, I’d had women and men hit on me and I played the role of the sexy singer while on stage, though offstage that wasn’t me.

“Hey, Buddy, look at me.” This whole calling me Buddy thing was new and so was the tone he used. “Yes, I’m Jordan’s Daddy but I can be yours and play with you, too. Nothing sexual so wipe the look of horror off your face. Tell you what, check out the links I sent you. I’ll order us a pizza and when it gets here you can tell me how you feel about what you read. Deal?” David and I didn’t lie or keep things from each other so if anyone could help me figure out what was going on inside my overworked brain it would be him.

“’Kay. Jordan’s at work?”

“Yeah. He and Ely had a catering gig tonight. I’m gonna run a quick errand, I’ll be back before the pizza gets here. You okay?”

“Yes, David, I’m okay. I’m twenty-three, not two.” Maybe.

“Understood. I’ll be back soon.”

Once David shut the door I stared down at Spidey and Miles. “You two are going to be best friends like me and David. I just know it.” But the urge to play had faded, replaced with the need to sift through whatever David had sent me.

Littles.

Sounded like babysitting to me and I was definitely not the person for that role.

So, I curled up on the bed with my toys, scrolled through the messages and clicked on the first link which took me to a page on the Cordes website. It was a brief overview of the various kinks their club catered to but required membership for anything past that page. I scrolled over to the calendar. They had specific nights dedicated to different kinks and mentioned a gathering called a munch for littles.

Food? Count me in.

All right, on to the next link.

Littles and their Mommies or Daddies are unique relationship dynamics within the BDSM community known as age play built on trust. Middles, Littles, Mommies, and Daddies come in all age ranges and types. In this unique exchange rules are established by each couple entering it beforehand. While some relationships do include portions of BDSM, others do not but a firm contract should be enacted before engaging.

Age play is when one of the partners digresses into a younger version of their self knowing that theirDom/Domme—Mommy or Daddy, will assume the role of caregiver and they are free to trust and let go. For some, being a little/middle is full-time, trusting their caregivers to care for all aspects of their needs from feeding and nurturing to controlling the finances, while others are part-time relationships and the littles/middles have jobs and handle their own finances, etc.

Again, the dynamic is determined by those involved but age digression is a form of therapy for many. A way to let go and be carefree knowing their partner will be there for them while they do in whatever capacity they require.

Many of these relationships are sexual in nature though not all are, especially while the little is in said headspace. Others are merely playtime, scheduled playdates where each party leaves once the session is over. There is no right or wrong way to live this lifestyle.

As with any relationship, open communication and determining what works for the partners involved will be the key to its success.

I heard the front door shut and ran downstairs to see if David was home.

“Hey, pulled up right as the pizza came,” David said, his hands were full of bags while he juggled the pizza. “A little help?”

“Sorry.” I grabbed the box and sat it on the coffee table. “What do you want to drink?”

“Soda, please.”

When I returned to the living room, he had the TV on and was halfway through his first piece.

“Thanks. Anything you want to watch?” He pointed the remote at the TV. Currently it was on a series we’d been binging.

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