Page 1 of Lance & Clayton

Chapter 1: Clayton

I stood outside the aptly named club, 'Kink'. I scolded myself for my inability to be like other gay men. Why couldn't I just defy my parents' wishes like any other gay man my age? I was twenty years old and I'd never even gone through the rebellious teenage years.

Growing up in a strict family, I was taught what I was supposed to believe in and what I was supposed to hate. Part of me wished I could just come out and face the consequences, but a bigger part of me craved for my parents' approval in everything I did. They'd never accept me for who I was, and so I had decided to stay single forever, far away from the openly gay lifestyle I wished I had. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in their eyes if they ever found out, and I was willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure they were proud of me.

I took a step forward towards the entrance and stopped, wondering if there were any Daddies with their boys in there. Could I bear to see Littles openly living their lives while I was still so ashamed of my inner Little? I had accidentally come across an age play forum about two years ago when I was searching online for BDSM forums. BDSM had seemed kinky back then but little did I know that there was a world of kinks hidden and waiting to be discovered.

The moment I had read about the adventures of Littles and their Daddies, it all just clicked. I was a Little through and through without knowing what it meant. No wonder I always stared at older men with longing, wondering what it would feel like to be held in their arms. Calling someone Daddy was kinky but age play was a lot more than that. It was about a Daddy who loved to take care of his boy, and a boy who could just escape the harsh realities of the world. No matter how hard life was, a boy could forget everything and be a carefree Little, knowing his Daddy would make everything better and make all the hard decisions for him.

Needless to say, I had read through one Little adventure after another on the forum, envying Littles all around the world who could have a Daddy of their own. On the other hand, I had to diaper myself, buy my own pacifiers, and make all my decisions. I was a boy whose circumstances had forced him to grow up too soon. I was meant to let go of all my worries and let a Daddy worry about everything. Nevertheless, on the rare occasion that I was home alone, I found it very relaxing to slip into a diaper, suck on a pacifier and pretend that the stuffed bear I was hugging was my Daddy.

Life had turned too confusing lately, which was why I was at a club namedKink. I didn't know who I was anymore, nor did I have a clue of who I wanted to be. I made a headstrong decision recently to be single forever just to please my parents. Out of curiosity, it only seemed wise to see - if only just once - what the other decision would've looked like, a life of true freedom. I could then go back to my boring life of being a good son and doing what was expected of me. We don't get to choose the family we're born into, so sometimes one has to sacrifice everything they know is right to honor things that are expected of them.

It wasn't like I'd have found the special one anyway. From what I could gather from the forum, age play was a very small kink. Not everyone was looking for a boy who needed to be diapered, bathed, fed, and my all-time favorite, a secret desire to be spanked by a handsome Daddy. I wanted to be a little all the time and it was too much even for the greatest Daddy in the world.

After a deep breath, I took a few more steps forward, pushing through the door and walking into the club.

"Hi, my name is Rachael," the woman at the reception said with a bright smile, handing me a form and a pen.

She instructed me to fill the form, which I did but with the wrong details. I couldn't risk being traced back to my real identity. The last thing I wanted was for my family to find out I was ever there.

Rachael led me to the busiest area of the club as I shivered from both nervousness and excitement. The place was packed with mostly men of all shapes and sizes, from otters, twinks, cubs to bears and everything in between. It was beautiful beyond words, for people who had nothing in common beyond their sexuality came together as a community and got to know each other.

I almost regretted pushing my way through the crowd. A part of me wanted to turn around and run back home. It was all too overwhelming to see so many gay men smiling, laughing, and having a great time while I was like The Goldfinch among them. The Goldfinch was my favorite painting by Carel Fabritius, the painting of a bird caged. Why did I have to grow old alone while other gay men got to be in happy relationships and marriages?

As I continued to push my way through the crowd towards the busy bar, I saw from the corner of my eye someone staring at me from a distance. I turned my head to see that it was a tall and handsome man with a drink in his hand, probably a decade older than me. The moment our eyes met he smiled ear to ear. I panicked and turned my gaze away. He looked just like the type of man I liked to imagine losing my virginity to while I touched myself on lonely nights.

When I finally reached the bartender, I took one look at the menu and instinctively knew what I wanted to order.

"I'd like to have some milk in a sippy cup, please," I said over the blaring music. "I didn't know the club catered to Littles."

"It sure does," the man said as he grabbed a yellow sippy cup and poured some warm milk. " Looks like it's your first time here. Look hard enough and you'll find there are a lot of Littles here tonight. We even have events specially catered to Littles and their Daddies. You can sign up at the reception if you just ask Rachael."

When he handed me the sippy cup, I took a sip and let out a quiet moan. Even if just for a few moments, life was so good. I had some warm milk in my hands and I was people-watching, my third favorite thing to do in the world.

Just as I took another sip, I saw the handsome man from earlier walking towards me, an empty glass in his hand. Even the way he walked turned me on, his broad shoulders swaying side to side. I looked around and from the way people stared at him, it was obvious he was a regular there. When he was merely a yard away, I realized I still had the sippy cup in my hand. I quickly pushed it away so it was out of sight and put on a nervous smile, hoping he didn't notice the sippy cup.

"I'm Lance Hoult." He stuck his hand out with a lopsided smile and I shook it, shivering at the warm touch of his big manly hands. "I've never seen you before. You must be new here."

"No." I shook my head before gulping and nodding. "I mean yes, I'm new here. And no, you haven't seen me before. I'm Clayton."

He chuckled and took a seat next to me. "There's nothing to be nervous about. My presence is known to have such an effect on people. I'm cursed with a handsome face."

He was cocky and I liked it. He didn't come off as a jerk but as a confident man. His deep voice was soothing and I could hear him for hours. Was he even real? I almost wanted to touch him again to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was as if someone had taken my ideal version of a Daddy and brought him to life, except he probably wasn't a Daddy.

"So, what's a handsome man like you doing sitting here all by himself?" He gave me his hand. "Have a dance with me. I'll keep my hands at ten o'clock and two o'clock like a gentleman."

I nodded hesitantly and took his hand. He led us to the middle of the dance floor. I had never even been to a club before but I was loving it. Thankfully the music changed to a slower one, so we didn't have to shout at each other to be audible anymore.

"Do you come here often?" I looked into his eyes while his eyes were fixed on my lips.

"Oh, yeah. All the time. My friend, Nick, owns the place. I usually come here with John, but he's on a date with his new…boyfriend." His lopsided smile was back. "I'm gonna be honest with you. I took one look at you and I thought to myself, that's the cutest man I've ever laid eyes on."

"I bet you say that to all the men." Instinctively, I pushed my lips out in a pout before quickly pulling them back in. My Little side was begging to come out into the open.

He moved his hand to the small of my back and pulled me closer to his broad chest, causing me to suppress a moan. It was the first time a man had held me so close to his body and it was very likely going to be the last. The semi in my pants was threatening to turn into a raging boner. Was this how it felt to have a Daddy? There were a hundred other men in the room but his eyes were only on me. I felt cared for and protected in his arms.

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I swear, Clayton. I've never said that to a man before, probably because you don't get to see a cute man every day. A handsome or a hot man? Sure-" he jerked one of his shoulders-"You can rest your head on my shoulder if you'd like."

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