Page 8 of Lance & Clayton

"I think," I said and then stopped, wondering if I had revealed too much for a day before resting my head against his chest. "I think I'm ready to tell you now. My parents are quite religious. Every decision they make always comes back to the word of God. I wouldn't be surprised if they disowned me for being gay. They've always been homophobic, for as long as I can remember. We were supposed to be these ideal, flawless children and there was no room for being anything or anyone else. They'll choose their religion over their son in a heartbeat and there's no doubt about it, not that it should be a choice to begin with. And yes, I know it's a good enough reason to never come out to them. My sister, Julia was right when she suggested I only come out to them after I become financially independent."

"She is right about that," he said. "You probably crave for their approval and it's quite understandable. Any gay man would. Do you think their potential disapproval made you feel uncared for?"

I nodded. "I accidentally came across age play on a forum, but I've felt like a Little long before. I never felt safe, protected, or myself in my own home. Reading all the adventures of real-life Littles from around the world made me realize I was just like them. I too wanted to escape the harsh reality and go into a safe space where I could be whoever I wanted to be and do whatever I wanted to do without having to worry about pleasing someone else. What about you? What about the lifestyle do you like as a Daddy?"

He shrugged and smiled. "I'm new at this, but I've always had this strong need to take care of someone. I pushed that need away because I knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. Growing up, I thought my parents were happy and took care of each other, but dad left when mom needed him the most. It was quite jarring and I thought that's what all relationships are like, just pretending to care for each other while all they want from each other is sex. Anyway, I've always been dominant, but only now do I get to show it in a meaningful way. I love the idea of having control, to make decisions for you, no matter how small they are. I also love that we won't just be regular boyfriends. I'll get to shape your life by making you do things that you might not want to do, but I'll know you need to do them because they'll be good for you. Now let me make a promise, Clayton, a promise I hope I'll never break. I'll protect and keep you safe from everyone and everything that wishes you harm. Only in your happiness can I truly be happy."

I shivered with excitement. “I can’t believe this is finally happening. For years I’ve dreamed of the day I’d have a Daddy to call my own, and now that I have one, I feel like I don’t deserve such a good one. So many Little boys in the world and I get the best one? How come?”

Chuckling, he tapped my nose and pulled me in closer while I looked up at him. “You’re being silly, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re a good boy, and good little boys deserve everything they want. What kind of a boy are you? Do you like wearing diapers? Do you like to play as a toddler, a baby, or a middle?”

I blushed, turning my head away only for him to turn it back to himself. “I guess...I don’t know? I don’t know how I’d feel around a Daddy, but when I’m on my own in my bedroom, I play different ages based on how I’m feeling that day. If I’ve had a particularly rough day and I want to let go of all my worries, I slip into my diapers, suck on a binky, and crawl on the floor. But if I just want to relax, I walk around in my colorful animal-themed underwear and read storybooks or do some crayoning. But all of that might change if I have a Daddy watching me. I don’t want to look ridiculous around you.”

I felt a sudden pinch on my bottom, causing me to squeak and jump in surprise. “What did I say about beating yourself up, little one?”

He was using his Daddy voice, which gave me shivers just thinking how hot the consequences of defying him would be. Would he make me stand in a corner? Or even better, maybe he’d spank me till I beg him to go harder.

“Oops, sorry.” I chuckled. “Fine, I’ll just be myself and you can let me know if it’s too much for you to handle.”

“Do you want another pinch on your bottom, bright eyes?” He said sternly, causing me to cover my bottom with my hands in fear. “Your ass will be red by the end of this date at this rate. Nothing you do or say could ever be too much for me to handle. There are no limitations to being yourself, so listen to Daddy and be yourself. Is that understood?”

“Yes, yes!” I nodded frantically, expecting another pinch if I wasn’t careful enough.

“God, you look so cute sitting in my lap.” He stroked my bottom where he’d just pinched me.

His hands were so strong, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Before I knew it, he moved his face closer to mine. He looked even more handsome from up close. My eyes instantly wandered to the dimples on his cheeks. His face kept moving closer until it stopped just a few inches away from mine. My breathing quickened while his gaze was fixed on my lips. He occasionally shifted between my eyes and lips before finally planting his lips onto mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and just like that, I was experiencing my first kiss ever with my Daddy.

While I was scared of coming across as inexperienced, I just mirrored his actions to do to him what he just did to me. When he pulled his tongue out and broke the kiss to look into my eyes, it was my turn to kiss him. This time I let my tongue slip into his mouth while he sucked onto it passionately. His hand wandered to my ass, grabbing and squeezing it before letting it go. When the kiss finally ended, it must’ve turned him on too, for we both sat there with raging boners in our pants. Too bad I wasn't ready to have sex yet, for the way he looked at me with passion in his eyes, I'd have let him tear my clothes and tell him I was Daddy's little slut.

"Now, now," he said with a smile. "Before we get carried away, we need to get some food in you. Little boys like you need to eat on time."

Soon we were having dinner and as it turned out, he wasn't joking when he said he had trained to be a chef.

"That was scrumptious. Thank you very much for such a wonderful dinner,…Lance."

He had asked me to call him Daddy when I meant it. I was fully prepared and yet the words wouldn't come out. I was too shy and too scared of disappointing my parents. Calling him Daddy out loud would make it all real. Nevertheless, I craved to say the word, even if just for once.

He raised an eyebrow when I looked at the clock on the wall. "Is it time for you to leave already? This was one among many more dates to come, I'm sure."

I stuck my lower lip out in a pout. "Yeah, too bad it has to come to an end. I had such a great time. I don't want to go back home. I wish I could stay here with you longer."

"Then why don't you?" He said, placing a hand on mine and looking at me expectantly. "It's Sunday tomorrow anyway. You're more than welcome to sleep over. In fact, I know I'm going to be miserable every minute that I don't get to spend time with you."

"Huh?" I looked away into the distance and thought for a moment. "Because my parents would be mad at me if I don't go home on time. On the other hand, I'm not a child and they should stop treating me like one. I've never rebelled against my parents but now that I have a reason to, I'm going to. Instead of asking for their permission, I'll just inform them that I'll be coming home sometime tomorrow evening."

When Lance nodded happily, I fished the phone out of my pocket and texted dad that I'll be missing church service because I'll be hanging out with my new friend.

"Done!" I said. "Attending church service is a pretty big deal in my household, so I hope I don't get punished for missing it."

Chapter 6: Lance

When I opened my eyes on a bright Sunday morning, for the first time there was a man in my bed. We had slept in the same bed last night, and while I had to fight the urge to get into his pants from habit, I knew he wanted to wait for the right time. Had I initiated sex, he would've likely gone along with it, but I needed him to initiate it when he was felt like it. Only then would I know that he was ready.

I smiled when he blinked his bright eyes open. "Good morning, bright eyes."

"Good morning, Mr. Hoult!" He looked out at the trees through the windows before realizing where he was. "How long have you been staring at me?"

I yearned to hear him call me Daddy, and something told me he was ready. But somehow his shyness wasn't letting him.

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