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

by Laurie Lochs

  The following minutes passed by as if in a dream. It was as if I wasn't even sitting in a diaper, playing my piece. It was like I hadn't failed at the talent show all those years ago at all. I sang my heart out to Ash, who was staring at me with proud eyes. You can do it, his eyes said to me, you're my boy and I have faith in you.

  And so I did the only thing I could think of. I played my heart out and hoped the crowd took me as I was. If some people didn't like it and complained to Ash, there was nothing I could do about it. I poured my heart into every note, every word and chord. When I opened my eyes, it hit me that the crowd had burst into applause and was standing on their feet.

  But I was totally frozen.

  Before I could speak, Ash rushed to my side and took me into his arms. He parted my hair and stared at me in awe. "You wrote that for me, sweet boy?"

  I tried to hide my face in my arms, but Ash peeled it away. "Yes, Daddy. It was a secret song, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I wanted to surprise you."

  Ash’s jaw dropped. A tear glistened in his eye. "You didn't need to do that, baby boy. That's the sweetest gift anyone’s ever given me in their life."

  "You mean it, Daddy?"

  "Yes, boy. You made your Daddy so happy tonight. Look," Ash whispered, guiding my hand to his bare chest. "You made Daddy's heart melt."

  I wanted to cry tears of joy. But suddenly, I glanced back at the crowd and saw they were urging me to perform something else. I’d moved them. One song wasn’t going to cut it.

  Ash grabbed my shoulders and turned my face to his. "They need another one, sweet boy. They're not going to be satisfied with just the one."

  My eyes glistened. I'd been so caught up in my sweet, beautiful Daddy, I forgot I was still sitting on stage. I glanced down. To my surprise, I saw that I'd wet my special underwear while I'd sung.

  "Okay, Daddy," I whispered. "But when we're done, baby needs a check."

  "A check?" Ash said, his face twisting in confusion. "Sweet one, I was planning on giving you the $500 in cash, but I could easily write a —"

  “No!" I brought Ash's hand to the front of my diaper and forced him to palm it. “A diaper check, Daddy. I think I accidentally got nervous while I was singing your song."

  Ash’s face was still confused. But a second later, he burst into laughter. "Sweet boy. You can't ask Daddy to ‘check’ your diaper in front of a room full of people. Look," he said, gesturing to his leather underwear. "You're making Daddy hard."

  This time, it was my turn to burst into laughter. I surveyed the cheering crowd and saw plenty of men standing in the back, stroking their cocks. The dildo wall was fully occupied, and men of every age were pleasuring themselves while staring at my Daddy and I. It was as if all the men in the room had rock hard cocks. They were stroking themselves while watching us whisper sweet nothings by the piano.

  "It doesn’t matter if you have a hard cock, Daddy. It seems like everyone and their uncle does right now."

  Ash grinned. "No uncles here, sweet boy. You can't come to Asteria if you’re related by blood."

  I giggled and ran my hand across Ash's thigh. His cock jolted in his jockstrap. Suddenly, I wanted to whip it out and take it in my mouth, in front of everyone. My cock shivered in my underwear at the thought, and a beat of pre-come surged out of me and mixed with the pee in my diaper. Was this one of my kinks, too? Was public humiliation something that turned me on? Did it have anything to do with wearing a diaper in the high school talent show?

  But I didn't have a chance to explore it. Because a moment later, someone in the audience shouted out, "We want another song!" and I knew it was time to perform the song that scared me to my core.

  "You're going to do such a good job, baby boy," Ash whispered in my ear, biting my lobe. A wave of chills washed over me. He ran his hand up my thigh and gripped my hard cock through the diaper. "Sing your song. Make Daddy proud and sing your song, boy."

  "Yes, Daddy. Baby wants to make you more happier than the world."

  Ash grinned and planted a kiss on my forehead. He got up from the bench and walked to the side of the stage. He ran his hands over his jockstrap gripped his firm cock over his leather jockstrap. My jaw dropped open at the sight of my Daddy wanting to pleasure himself while staring at me in front of this room full of people. He wasn’t jerking off, though. He respected me too much to do that. But I could tell he wanted to.

  In that moment, I felt like I could do anything. If somebody had thrown me out of an airplane, I’d spread my wings and fly.

  I returned to the piano and placed my fingers on the keys. It was as if I were breathing through a tiny straw, and every breath was strained, restricted. But this only turned me on all the more. I shook my head, trying to force the visions of Ash wanting to pleasure himself from my mind. But in my mind, all I could see was Ash wanting to stroke himself rapidly, biting his lower lip and coming all over the stage. I wanted to moan, it was turning me on so much. But instead, I force myself to deliver on my promise to the audience.

  "Thank you for clapping," I blurted out, and the audience fell to a hush. "This is a song I wrote when I was 16 for a school talent show. I didn't… I couldn't bring myself to perform it then. It's very close to my heart, and I hope you like it more than my high school did."

  With my cock throbbing in my special underwear, I brought my mouth to the mic and sang. Suddenly, it was as if everyone in the room faded away and it was only Ash and I on the stage. While I sang, I pictured him walking up behind me, rubbing his thick cock on the base of my neck. Lava dripped down my spine and pooled in my crack as I imaged his hairy tummy spilling over my neck, coating me in man flesh. It was so… Naughty. I inched closer to the microphone, seeking friction against the seat as I sang. The crowd was clapping, and more people wolf-whistled at me from the back of the room. I didn't have to look to see they were gripping their cocks, rubbing themselves as I sang in front of them. The thought was so fucking sexy. I couldn’t help but keep rubbing myself against the seat. I gyrated on the seat, thrusting imperceptibly against the soft leather. The friction was enough to stoke flames in my core. My body started to burst into flames. I was fucking the air as the words came out of me.

  At last, I finished the song. I was gasping for air. But I couldn't open my eyes. I was stuck in front of the piano, thrusting forward and trying desperately to come in my diaper. It was the polar opposite of my nightmare in the high school talent show. Now, I wanted them to see me do it, watch me in my diaper.

  A pair of firm hands jolted me away from the piano. "Come with me, boy.”

  It was Ash. But I didn't need him to tell me where we were going.

  If my dripping cock was any indication, I already knew.

  Chapter 32

  Ash

  I couldn't control myself staring at Trevor. He was on the verge of coming.

  And that was the reason I took him to the playroom.

  Chapter 33

  Trevor

  The second Ash slipped me into what could only be the playroom, I burst into tears. My entire body was tingling like I'd sat too close to a fire and a spark had leapt from the hearth and landed on my underwear. Flames trickled down my spine, turning my nerves inside out. My entire body was made of jelly. If Ash did so little as touch me, I’d burst in my special underwear and ruin the entire night.

  "Why are you crying, sweet boy?" Ash whispered, running his hand across my cheek. He wiped away my tears and kissed me.

  I buried myself into Ash. "I don't know, Daddy. I feel so dirty."

  Ash tightened his grip around me. “There’s no reason to feel ashamed, boy. I saw what was happening to you on the stage. That's why I took you away from the room so we could have time to ourselves. Veronica will take over while I help you."

  Trevor sniffled and rubbed his nose against my bare chest. But he said nothing.

  "You were experiencing pleasure on that stage, Trevor. You have a public humiliation kink. Perhaps something similar happened in you
r past that caused you to feel that way. It means that you obtain pleasure through acts that would terrify most people. Standing in front of everyone in your special underwear, well… That triggered it. I saw you thrusting into the piano bench, rubbing yourself against it. The friction of your diaper and the bench must have felt nice on your cock, didn’t it?"

  I glanced up at Ash. I nodded slowly, as if remembering my traumatic talent show performance when I’d been 16. The entire school caught a glimpse of my underwear, and… Holy shit, didn’t I pee myself?

  Could Ash be right? Did I really have this kink?

  "It's perfectly normal to feel dirty or disgusted with yourself, at least at first. In fact, that's where some of the excitement comes from, sweet boy. But you have to know that you're in a room full of people who don't judge you or shame you for that. There is no shame here, Trevor. You're not just in safe hands,” Ash said, tightening his grip around my body. "You're in a safe place at this club."

  "It just," I stammered, "it made me feel so vulnerable, exposed."

  Ash nodded slowly. "That's what's turning you on, baby boy."

  His words were liquid fire to my veins. I thrust my diaper into Ash's belly. "Gah," I moaned, my voice low and soft. It was as if something was licking me from all angles, something pale and fluffy like a cloud.

  "Are you ready for your diaper check, sweet boy?" Ash whispered gruffly, running his hand over my diaper. He squeezed and sent a flurry of warmth through my thighs and ass.

  "So close," I murmured, unable to articulate my thoughts. I was soaring, flying through the sky in Ash's arms.

  "Close?" Ash asked. "What do you mean, sweet boy?"

  I forced my eyes open and stared into Ash's, caring eyes. I was so embarrassed and didn't want to tell him what was going on. But the urge was taking over, and I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to.

  "I want to mess, Daddy."

  Ash’s eyes widened. "Baby boy. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

  I scrunched my eyes tight. "Yes, Daddy. It's something I need right now."

  Ash stiffened. "You understand that I’ll need to change you after, right?"

  "I understand."

  "And you also understand that I won't be able to hold you tight for hours, or make you a warm bottle, or protect you or make you feel safe from the world after you do it? We have to get back out into the Dungeon.”

  I nodded slowly. I leaned in and gently bit Daddy's pink nipple. "I understand we both have an obligation to fulfill and need to go back to the Dungeon."

  "Okay," Ash whispered, his voice low. “If you understand these things, sweet boy… I’ll give you permission to mess."

  Chills rocketed through me. I glanced around the playroom and saw a pile of stuffed animals arranged neatly by the crib. All at once, I wanted to grab one and hold onto it while I oopsied. Ash must have read my mind, because a moment later, he leapt up and selected a fluffy dog for me. He brought me back to the floor where we were sitting so I could mess.

  "Mess, boy.”

  A moan escaped my lips. I squeezed the stuffed animal as tight as I could, and brought it to my bare chest. His fur was so soft on my body, and I knew it would protect me just like Ash. I clenched my eyes as tight as I could, and a wave of emotions overwhelmed me. I clenched my body, and suddenly it happened in my diaper.

  “Did you do it?" Ash whispered, staring into my eyes. I open my eyes and looked at Ash with trust.

  "Yes, Daddy," I gasped, breathless. A second wave washed over me, and I clenched hard. Before I could speak, it happened again.

  "Daddy can feel it, sweet one." Ash ran his hand over the backside of my diaper and clenched it. Warmth coated my balls and thighs.

  "Yes, Papa," I gasped, staring into his eyes. “I’m messing in my diaper.”

  “Sweet boy,” Ash murmured. “You’re making Daddy so hard.”

  His words were too much. Without warning, something else shot through my body. Before I could stop it, my thighs snapped forward and I came all over my diaper. I cried out as it happened, cried as my body bucked upwards and burst into flame. Ash knew exactly what was going on. Suddenly, Ash's face contorted, and his cock lifted between his legs. I reached down and freed his cock from his jockstrap, peeling back his foreskin all the way. Without warning, it exploded across my tummy and the floor.

  "Fuck," I whispered. Ash moaned and a second spasm shot across my body, painting my torso with come.

  "Oh, baby. You made Daddy so excited."

  "I made Daddy come?” I ran my fingers through his come and brought a droplet to my lips.

  "Yes, boy. I've never come from that before. You're the sweetest, most enchanting boy in the world."

  I felt myself blush and buried myself in Daddy's body. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to me."

  "Now it's time to change you, sweet one." Ash made to grab the baby powder and wipes from the shelf.

  But my heart fell at the sight of the fresh diaper. "No," I whispered. "I don't want to be changed. I want to go around the rest of the night with… With my mess.”

  Ash’s eyes shot open. "Are you sure, sweet boy?”

  "Yes, Daddy. I would love if you changed me after. But now…"

  Ash said nothing. But he set the products and fresh diaper back on the counter. "Okay, boy. But I'm at least going to clean off your tummy. You can't be walking around the Dungeon covered in Daddy’s come."

  I giggled. “Thank you, Daddy."

  "Let's go, baby boy," Ash said when he finished, leading me out of the playroom by the small of my back. "It's time to meet your biggest fans."

  I grinned. In my squishy diaper, Ash led me into the Dungeon and I immediately began serving refreshments with Veronica and Stephen. I chatted with daddies, boys, Subs, and littles, and everything in between.

  By the end of the night, I was thoroughly "pooped." All that mattered was I was safe in Ash's arms.

  Epilogue

  Two months later

  * * *

  "Oh, baby boy," Ash groaned, staring at the mess I'd made. I wailed and buried my face in my palms, pretending not to see. I’d gotten paint all over the patio, and Ash was surely going to punish me this time.

  "I'm sorry, Daddy. You know I'm not good at this."

  Ash chuckled. "It's okay, little one. I'll just have to power wash it off. At least it's outside and not on the play room walls like last time."

  I giggled and forced the events of that fateful Saturday afternoon to the front of my mind. "The incident" happened one week after my big show at Asteria. Ash had been kind enough to try finger painting with me in the club playroom, but he'd forgotten to line the carpet like he'd done at home. I’d gotten a giant purple stain right beneath the crib, and so Ash made me promise that the next time we fingerprinted, it hade to be outside.

  But he hadn't thought I'd find a way to ruin his patio.

  "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

  Ash grinned and sidled up next to me. After carefully wiping the excess paint from my hands, he pulled me into his arms and we lay on the grass together. Overhead, the willows swayed and a flicker of sunlight bathed the backyard in beautiful murky light. A bumblebee whizzed by us, no doubt in search of some delicious flower. I’d never been happier than in Ash's arms.

  "It's our two month anniversary, baby boy," Ash whispered, ruffling my hair. I grinned and burrowed into his chest. I gently bit one of Ash's nipples and he barked out a laugh. He slowly peeled my mouth away from his body and stuck his thumb between my lips instead.

  “I can't believe it, Daddy. We've come so far in such a short amount of time."

  Ash sighed and planted a kiss on my forehead. It was true. The last two months had gone by fast as hell. Yet it also felt like they'd gone forever. Ash had been so understanding when he’d let me be his full-time little. I cherished every day I spent with him. Even when we weren't finger painting or playing together, and even when Ash was at work and let me stay home in my crib, I always felt a connection, and it n
ever wavered once. Especially not after that night at the club, when I’d given my first real performance.

  I still couldn't believe how crazy the crowd had gone when I finally came back from the playroom with Ash. "Needed a diaper change, eh?" one of the silver-haired daddies pleasuring himself on the dildo wall asked Ash, fondling his boy as he stared at us. I couldn't help but grin at the thought of these delicious, sexy man pleasuring themselves at the thought of me. It was such a turn on, and although Ash was right — I had felt dismayed by the fact that he hadn't been able to hold me in his arms for hours after I messed my diaper for the first time — I still knew that I was in a safe place where I could indulge in these fantasies without the slightest hint of judgment or shame. And it had felt so good, accidentally letting loose in my diaper on the stage, and taking it all the way in the playroom with Ash. Messing myself with his big arms around me, holding me snug? There wasn't a better feeling in the world.

  Well, sort of. Sometimes, our little activities together made me feel crazy warm inside, and then those were the best feelings in the world. But sometimes it was fun to get down and dirty.

  When my big night had finally ended, after I'd fulfilled my end of the bargain and helped entertain the guests, Ash took me back to the playroom and finally changed me. I'd wanted to take a picture of myself in the beautiful diaper he'd given me, but I knew there’d be plenty of photos on the website, which I was surprisingly fine with. It was so hot, knowing that the Asteria club was using me as their centerpiece. And that wasn't even the best part, which was that Ash convinced Stephen to pay me a monthly royalty fee for using my image and likeness on the site. Though Ash took care of all my needs — such as buying diapers, cooking, and playing with me whenever he wasn't at work — it still felt nice to know that, if something did happen in the far distant future, I’d still have a steady stream of income to rely on for a long time.