Page 1 of Daddy's Thirsty Little Doll
1
MICHAEL
Letting out a soft sigh, I felt the suction of the cup break free from my skin. When I was fourteen, I started lactating. I had no idea men could lactate, and it had scared the shit out of my parents and me when I’d discovered my chest was leaking white fluid. My family doctor recommended I join my local chapter of the Lactin Brotherhood’s youth group. It was a group of boys my age who were all struggling with their newfound lactation, and it was a big part of why I, now as a forty-five-year-old man, felt comfortable with my milk and was even proud of it.
Some people chose to sell their milk. During my college years, I sold my supply to help pay for my tuition. However, at that point, I had a job I loved and was paid very well. So I pumped multiple times a day while at the office, and on my way home, I dropped it off at my local hospital's NICU.
I stood and stretched, trying to shake off the stiffness of the morning before bagging my milk and putting it in the mini-fridge I kept in my office.
Being the director of finances for the past ten years meant most of my days were buried in numbers and back-to-back meetings.Lunch with my best friend and co-worker, Darren, was the one meeting I had looked forward to. His sassy and sarcastic demeanor was a breath of fresh air from all the stuffy try-hards I dealt with day in and day out.
Darren and I worked in different departments, so getting together for lunch every day was damn near impossible, but we tried to get together as often as possible. We both spent so much time in professional mode that it was nice to have even a small chunk of time where we could be ourselves without judgment.
Thankfully, our departments were on the same floor, so I left my office and headed to our usual meeting spot by the elevator. As I waved to Darren, I felt some of the day's tension melt away.
He grinned. “Hey, man. Yikes, it's only Monday, why are you looking so scruffy? You're not letting yourself go, are you?” He placed his hand over his heart and gasped dramatically. “Can you believe it? Only forty-five, and he’s just given up. He used to care, you know? His silver hair used to be that of legends, always kept and stylish. Now? He walks around looking like he has nothing to live for.”
I stumbled back like I’d been struck. “How dare you? I'll have you know I was abandoned. My barber left me, and I've been too busy to find a new one.” We both chuckled, trying not to attract too much attention from our coworkers.
“I’ll send you the details for my barber. Now, are you ready to try that new taqueria down the street?”
I probably should have asked for more details, but Darren's hair always looked nice, and I'd never heard him complain, so that was good enough for me. I was just happy I didn't have to searchfor another barber. No one wanted to think about getting their hair cut when they had tacos to think about.
My mouth watered at the thought of tacos. We usually went to the deli across the street because they had a wide range of soups and salads. Over the years, I’d become somewhat of a health nut. Being over forty and working at a desk all day made it important to watch what I ate. But now and then, Darren and I allowed ourselves a greasy or carb-filled treat.
“Do you have a lot of meetings today?” he asked.
I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I only have two, but one of them is budget-related, and it's like telling a bunch of spoiled brats we have to eat dinner at home.”
His booming laugh filled the elevator as we stepped inside. “You’re probably not far off. Those overgrown toddlers in designer shoes wouldn’t know the word no if it smacked them in the face.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I am not looking forward to it. But I am looking forward to those tacos.”
Thankfully, it was nice outside, and the restaurant was just down the street, so we decided to walk. Once we arrived, we both went up to the counter and ordered our meals. We were obsessed with barria tacos, so we each got a plate with rice and beans. Since we ate lunch together often, we took turns buying the other food. It was just easier for one of us to order and pay while the other found a table. It was my turn to pay, so I finished up with the cashier while Darren went and found us a place to sit.
Darren had started working for the company shortly after I started. Not too long after he joined, we ran into each other at the deli almost daily. I usually liked to eat alone, but Darrenspotted me, plopped down at my table like we were old pals, and somehow, we just clicked. We found common ground in our hatred for our uppity bosses but quickly discovered we had more common interests.
He was a Dom looking for a boy to serve him, and I was a Daddy Dom looking for a little doll to take care of and spoil. Even though our styles of domination were very different, we could be ourselves without judgment and relate to one another. It had been almost nine years since then, and we were itching to find our forever boys. Not that we hadn't had boys in the past, but neither of us had been lucky enough to find the one… yet.
Darren had picked a table in the back so we could talk about whatever we wanted without worry. I placed our bottled drinks on the table and sat down in the booth across from him.
He twisted the lid off his drink. “You know it's been a while since we've been to the club. I think we could both use some fun and relaxation.”
Darren and I used to go to our local BDSM club every Saturday. We mostly just talked and had a few drinks, and occasionally Darren would find a boy to do a scene with. When we first started going to the club, I’d find a Little to care for just for the evening, but that grew old very quickly. I wanted nothing more than to be a Daddy to a Little, but I had very specific tastes and had begun to think finding a Little who also wanted to be my doll was impossible.
Like most Daddies, I wanted a boy to nurture and care for, but instead of onesies and cotton pajamas, I wanted to dress my boy in pretty skirts and stockings. If he wanted to wear a diaper under his skirt and let me take care of all his needs, well, that was even better. My little doll would be fully under my controland care. I wanted him to trust me to provide everything for him and give him a space to fully surrender and be free, but that was a lot of control to ask for from a hookup at the club, and I was beginning to believe that no one wanted the same things as I did.
I ran my hand through my overgrown hair in frustration. “What’s the point? The type of boy I want doesn't exist, so why torture myself by going to the club?”
His eyes softened as he sighed. “I'm beginning to feel the same way, but it couldn't hurt to get out and do something fun. We deserve it.”
We both perked up when we heard the number for our order being called. “You’re not wrong, but we can worry about that later. For now, I'm ready to tear into those tacos!”
2
EMERY
“What the hell?” I stomped my foot in frustration as the lights in my apartment flickered once again. I’d contacted my landlord a few days ago to have the issue fixed, but they said it might take some time. Usually, I was very patient and understanding, but I was not looking forward to doing my makeup while the lights flickered.
