by Della Cain
My little guy swam up to the glass making the suctiony lip gesture I pretended was affection and not him begging for food.
“All right, little one, I’ve got you.” I reached for his container of dehydrated shrimp and threw a couple in the tank. I’d gotten him a friend—twice—both times with his friend ending up as dinner, so if this made his day, I’d keep on buying the gross-smelling things for him. “I’m going out tonight. You are going to need to hold down the fort.” I talked to Ralf as if he were a person. Jack never appreciated that. Said it spoke of my inability to connect to people.
Of course, he took my very short hard-limit list as reflective of my inability to connect with people as well. We lasted an entire two months and only that long thanks to my heavy work schedule.
And he was the last person I got naked with, so it was time.
I closed the fish-food container and showered and changed for the club. I wore my pink, lavender, and blue jockstrap underneath my loose-fitting jeans. I’d learned long ago that letting people know what they were getting from the beginning was the best policy. Being bi was a tricky place to be in some circles, and it was best to just throw it in their faces before assumptions were made. Which was also why I had on my yellow-and-white striped tee. I was there to watch. At least until the top layer of clothing came off.
I was thinking too much about this whole thing. It was a tour. If I liked it, I could stay, and if not, I could leave. I didn’t need all this prep. Heck, for all I knew the place was a dud and not even really a club at all. Collared by Love sounded very much not a pickup place, after all.
Grabbing my key, I said goodbye to Ralf and headed to the club.
I’d driven by it a few times without noticing, it blended in so completely with the neighborhood. An old brick building that looked like the back of a store more than the entrance to what I hoped would be a social scene I could become part of.
I parked around the corner on one of the few streets in the city that didn’t have meters—telling me far more than the buildings did that this was not someplace hopping during daylight.
Finding the entrance, marked only by the building number, I stepped inside to find a small group of people waiting in the lobby.
I checked in at the desk, letting them copy my ID and lock up my electronics. That was a good sign. Cell phones in a BDSM club made for uncomfortable customers.
“You here for the tour?” a woman with ringlet curls, a polka-dot dress, and bright pink lipstick asked.
“I am. You?” She had to be, right? Why else would she have asked?
“Naw, I’m waiting on my daddy. Marion said there are three people for the tour today and for me to keep an eye out for them. So far, you are the first.”
I nodded, not sure what else to do. This was very much not like the place I went to back home. Of course, I never went on my own like this either. I’d gone as a sub, and members didn’t have the same experiences as newbies off the street—or at least there they didn’t.
Maybe I was in over my head.
Those walking past me were a very different crowd than I’d experienced at my previous club, as well.
“Close your jaw.” She shook her head with a chuckle. “These are just some of the visitors here for our special event.”
“Oh.” Because again—words weren’t a thing that was happening.
“Yeah. We are having an adoption night.” She gave me a wink just as a woman in her mid-fifties came around the corner. The collar she wore spoke of long-term commitment, given the high-quality jewels adorning the piece.
“You scaring off our guests?” she asked the woman wearing polka dots.
“This is not one of our guests, Marion. He is here for a tour. Although I could see him in a hood.”
Adoption. Hood. I’d stumbled into either a puppy or a kitty event. Possibly both. Leave it to me to pick a kink day to take my tour.
“I’m Ryder.” I stuck out my hand. “I am new in town and came to look at your facility.”
“You make it sound so clinical.” She gave my hand a shake, “Well, let’s go, then. You have glowing recommendations from your last club, so this is more about whether you feel like ours is a good fit for you than anything else.” She started away, and I scampered to keep up.
“The woman said there were three of us.” I finally caught up to her.
“Lola was right. There were three of you. That was why I was a few minutes late. I had to cancel their tours.” And just like that, we reached the door I had a feeling would lead to more questions than answers. “We take security very seriously here. I assume you have divested yourself of all electronics.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Very well. It turns out our two other expected guests had had an issue with that at another club. We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Let’s get you the quick tour and then we can chat. How does that sound?”
I wasn’t even sure how that sounded, my mind wandering back to the kittens and puppies gathering behind us.
Chapter Three
Luke
“Drink up your milk. We need to get ready to go.” I pointed to Danny’s favorite sippy cup, the one with a puppy on it.
“Yes, Daddy.” He picked up the cup and drank down the last of his milk.
Daniel, or Danny as he was at that moment, loved the weekends when he could let everything go and just be little. For a long time that meant we stayed home. After all, as open as people were becoming about BDSM relationships, littles were still looked at oddly. Most people could wrap their heads around wanting to be spanked or having someone hold back their orgasms, but put on a diaper and people get weird.
Now that we were members of Collared by Love, things had changed. We were no longer living in isolation. Not that either of us had been unhappy with our relationship, but connecting with others who had similar interests or at least interests that varied from the heteronormative vanilla most people put on was nice.
“All done, Daddy.” He held out his cup to me.
“Good job, Danny.” I took the cup and kissed the top of his head. “We are going to a playdate. Do you know what you want to wear?” I always offered him the choice, even if everything else during his little time was in my control. Most nights he chose to go as Danny, but sometimes he wanted to be Daniel, and that was perfectly fine as well.
“Yes, Daddy. I wanna wear my rainbow shirt and my jeans.” He started to climb out of his chair. “Is that good?” He looked up at me with his big brown eyes. As if I could say no to him even if I had been inclined for him to wear something else, which I wasn’t. I was proud to have my boy with me, teddy bear and all.
“Sounds perfect to me. What would you like to wear under your jeans?” He of course could most likely stay in his jeans, but in a club where anything goes, they might come off.
“A diaper and my dinosaur shorts?” The unsureness in his tone told me all I needed to know. I’d taken him too far outside of his comfort zone when it came to making choices as Danny. My poor boy needed his daddy, not me to complicate things.
“You look so cute in your dinosaurs. Let’s get you changed.” I held my hand out for him, setting the sippy cup on the counter. It could wait. “Would you like a bath first?”
“With bubbles?” His eyes lit up.
“Always. But no boats today because we have a playdate, and Aunt Marion said it would be extra fun tonight.” What she had said was they had some visitors, but same thing.
“I like Aunt Marion.” He started to tug on my hand. “My race car bubbles, Daddy.”
He led me into the bathroom where I ran the tub and got him ready, trying not to rush him, but knowing that if we arrived too late in the evening all the comfy spots Danny preferred would be taken.
We were bathed and changed and out the door within an hour, our ride only about forty-five minutes.
“Daddy will come get you.” I told him as I parked the car. “Stay buckled until
I get there.” I’d teased him a few times about getting him a seatbelt lock if he didn’t quit playing with his belt. I had a feeling he wouldn’t mind if I did.
“I won’t, Daddy.” He sat there, waiting until I came around and unbuckled him then grabbed the diaper bag off the floor.
We walked into the members’ door and dropped our phones off with Liam at the check-in desk.
“It’s a nice crowd today,” he bantered as he locked up our phones and handed us our locker assignments for the night. “You might want to find a spot quickly if you plan to be more watching than participating.” Which we were.
“We will take that into consideration. Marion said there were guests?” She had been very vague as to what that meant.
“It is National Adoption Day.” And before I could ask him what he meant by that, another group of people came in needing his attention.
“I slung the diaper bag over my shoulder and took Danny’s hand, walking down the corridor to the locker room we had selected.
“Is he talking about littles?” Danny asked as I set him on the bench and started to take off his shoes, to replace them with his dinosaur slippers, the ones that matched his shorts.
“Oh, sweet baby boy, is that tone in your voice nervousness?”
He shook his head profusely.
“Even if it is, Marion would have warned us.” The club had days set aside to help people find others who shared their interest so in theory it could be that kind of adoption, but I doubted it. “Would you like me to put your shoes on, and you can stay big?”
“Daddy, I need a change.” He squirmed on the bench, answering that.
“Let’s get you changed, so we can play. Daddy brought your teddy bear and your paci,” I reassured as I laid him on the bench. There were actual changing tables in some of the other spaces, but this would do for now.
“And my books?” he asked.
“Of course. And if you are really good, I even have a bottle of milk for you.” Technically speaking, I’d have to get the milk from the bar, no outside drink allowed, but the bottle was ready.
“You think of everything,” he praised me as I changed his diaper, being sure to secure him snugly, glad I’d had multiple snaps added for nights like this when he needed the extra reassurance. “All ready.”
I slid his old diaper in the wet bag to deal with later then shoved that into the diaper bag.
“Let’s go get a seat.”
The club was far less crowded than the cars would indicate, and while our favorite spot was filled, there was a nice little sitting area with only one man, there to watch if his shirt were accurate, sitting there. “Piggyback?” I asked Danny as his steps slowed.
“Up, Daddy. Up.” He climbed on my back, and we closed the short distance to the sitting area.
“Is this seat taken?”
The man with the yellow-and-white striped shirt swallowed deeply. Was he new to the scene or just the club? Either way, I wanted him to be comfortable. “No,” he said, his eyes not quite reaching mine in a way that shouted submissive.
“We would like to join you,” I stated as Danny climbed down and I sat on the oversized lounge chair that was almost, but not quite, the length of a loveseat. If he were as submissive as I thought, telling him my intentions was the best way to go. “I am Luke, and this is my boy, Danny.”
“Hi,” Danny waved and then snuggled into me.
“Are you here for adoption day?” the man whose name I still didn’t know asked, Danny freezing from beneath me.
“We are here for Saturday.” I rubbed small circles on Danny’s back until he began to relax. “How about you?”
“I am new in town and was on a tour.” He fumbled with his hands as if unsure what to do with them. “But then decided to stay when they said there would be pups and kittens.”
Ah, adoption day. Pups and kittens. That made so much more sense. Why had neither Danny or I thought of that first. There was not a huge group of people into that kind of play at the club, but there were a few. It would make sense there would be a special event to help connect people and educate others.
“Are you looking for a pup or a kitten?” I asked the man who was looking at Danny then back to me over and over again.
New to the scene it was.
“No. I—I’ve only ever been to a club with my domme, and I am curious.” Honesty. I liked it. Too much. I had a boy who I loved more than anything and we very rarely played with others. Having any kinds of thoughts about this man were best to be avoided. Domme made that much easier.
“Danny, you want to watch the pups and kitties, too?” I asked, trying to prod him out of the little ball he had managed to get himself into. Had he not been a little, I could very much see him being a kitten when he was like this.
“Can I have my teddy?” He sat up a little straighter. It was not a no.
“Absolutely.” I reached into the bag and got him his bear.
“This is Theodore.” He held it out to the nameless man. Danny usually only talked to strangers when prodded to do so. For some reason, he trusted this man, at least enough to interact with him as Danny.
As Daniel, my sweet husband could stand up to and intimidate the best of them in the courtroom.
“He looks soft.” The man leaned forward. “Did you name him?”
Danny skootched a bit closer to him, holding out his bear. “It was on the tag. Want to feel him? He is soft.”
Danny shared his bear with no one, not even the littles he played with. The night was getting interesting.
“Ohh, he is soft. You are a lucky boy to have a daddy who buys you nice things.” He smiled at Danny. “My name is Ryder.”
“Are you little sometimes, too?” My brave boy. If I were to guess, he was sporting at least a semi in that diaper. He was interested in this man. The question was to what extent.
“No. I am never little.” He smashed his lips together and swished his nose. “I’m usually just me.”
“Usually?” I interrupted their banter.
“Well, always, but I think...I think I might be a pup.” The last word but a whisper.
“And you are here to see what it is about.” I filled in the rest for him.
“I am. That wasn’t why I came, but it felt right when Marion offered.” Marion had a way of reading people. It was what made her so good at her job.
“If you want to use my daddy today so you aren’t alone, I share. Daddy says it is good to share my things and that it is good to make people smile.” Little brat wiggled on my lap, making sure his motions put pressure on my now fully erect cock.
Ryder’s jaw dropped.
“You are going to catch flies,” Danny sassed.
“What my very naughty boy was trying to say is that if you would like me to be by your side today and take control so that you can relax and enjoy the show, I would be more than happy to.”
He nodded so fast.
“And rest assured, we are not propositioning you or trying to put you in a position where you would be uncomfortable. Sex is off the table.”
Something flashed across his eyes, and goodness help me I wanted to project my disappointment into them, but for all I knew it was the waitress who stepped up and startled him that caused the look.
“Thank you, sir.” He sat up, shoulders straight.
The waitress interrupted us long enough for me to order milk for my boy, water for Ryder, and a lemonade for myself.
“Sir, my jeans...” He wiggled a little bit.
“Would you like to change?”
Again with the nodding.
“Words.”
“I would like to change, and maybe when I come back, we could sit on the couch together—the three of us?”
Ryder was finding his words. Good for him. Pups were few and far between in this club, which was why visitors were coming for the day. He would have plenty of people interested in him, and having his words and knowing what he wanted would keep him safe. Not that anyone not sa
fe was permitted here, but still, not all relationships that started here stayed here, and not all stayed healthy.
He got up and went to his locker as I settled Danny and I on the couch, bringing the ottoman closer so that Danny could use it to play on if he so chose. By the time the waitress came, Danny was more than ready for his milk, asking for his bottle. He sat on my lap, his lips wrapped around the nipple sinking further and further into his role as I caught Ryder out of the corner of my eye wearing nothing but his tiny T-shirt and a sexy jock strap—a sexy jockstrap announcing loud and proud he was bisexual.
Not straight, as the conclusion I’d quickly jumped to suggested. Bisexual. He liked women and men, and he was walking my way, about to spend the night calling me Sir, his ass right there for me to ogle and grab. Not that I would do either, but the proximity was real.
“Daddy?” Danny popped the nipple out of his mouth, looking at the man almost to us.
“Yes, boy?” I brought my attention back to him.
“Can we get a puppy?” he asked, lust filling his big eyes as he looked up at me pleadingly.
Chapter Four
Luke
An evening at the club was usually relaxing, a time for my little to be Danny around people who understood. Or at least had their own things and so didn’t judge. His little was not present every day, but I tried to be open to that dynamic whenever he needed it. His job was so high stress and his heart so big that if he didn’t have this outlet, he’d probably be one more heart attack early death. And the world would be down one of its best.
Sitting there with my little on my lap and our new friend, the pup, leaning against my legs felt better than I wanted to admit. Comfortable...but also arousing. We sat together for a while, enjoying our beverages, before one of the dungeon monitors came by to let us know that the auction event was about to begin, and since Ryder was registered as one of the pups to be auctioned, his presence was required for final instructions as to the procedures.