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Glenn

We had met at the club, but we’d been spending our time together getting to know one another and hadn’t been back since.

But with a little event coming up, I thought it might be time for a night at Chained.

And I had some surprises for my little. After learning his sizes and how much he loved his little monsters, I had placed a very special order for our first night playing at our club.

I parked at Chained, more excited than I had been any other time to go to an event at Chained. This one was for littles and invited caregivers only. So, essentially a couples’ event. It was a themed evening but the theme was a secret.

If I was excited, my little was glowing. Ms. Lily who set up the special events never missed, but usually we knew what it would be going in. The element of surprise was new and thrilling. Ms. Lily’s imagination had never let us down.

“Ready?” I got out and came around to open BJ’s door. “Any guesses as to the theme?”

“No, I mean yes. I have guesses. Could be dinosaurs or circus or zoo or glitter.”

“Glitter?” I reached into the back seat for the backpack I’d filled for the evening. “Maybe not.”

We stopped to drop off our phones at the front desk on the way to the dressing rooms. BJ started for the group rooms, but I grabbed his hand. “We have a private room,” I told him, “and it’s right here.”

“You do? I mean we do?” BJ’s eyes grew wide. “I’ve never been in any of them.”

“Well, I hope you’ll enjoy this one.” I unlocked the door and opened it. “Check it out.”

“It’s all colors!” BJ’s delight was everything. “Daddy!”

I stood back while he walked around, pointing to all the different pieces of furniture and artwork that filled the room.

There was a sofa with a rainbow effect from violet to red and a mural of a real rainbow.

This room was not one with things like a crib, but I’d given up some of the little features in favor of the bright hues when I toured them all to select one.

After a while, I pushed off the frame and let the door close behind me, setting the backpack next to the sofa.

“BJ, it’s time to get ready, unless you’d like to stay in here a while?

” Although I was looking forward to seeing what Ms. Lily had for us, I couldn’t hate the idea of remaining here alone with my little.

“I think I want to go to the party, but maybe we can come back here later and be in the colors?”

“Deal.” BJ had the best ideas. I’d always been more of a neutral person, in my clothes, in decorating, but the more time I spent with my crayon-collecting little, the more I recognized what I’d been missing.

He was not only into the brightest colors but also knew a lot about how colors worked. How they could affect mood. Soothing or exhilarating. My little had taught me about how to cheer up on a gloomy day by coloring a sunny one.

I unzipped the backpack and pulled out a onesie that was very close to the color scheme of the room, except the blobs of color were kind of cloud monsters.

Puffy, with smiling faces, sailing through a blue-sky background.

I’d found it on a website recommended by some of my daddy friends, a relatively new shopping site. “What do you think?”

He sat down on the couch and held out his feet. “Undress me, please! I want to try it on.”

I unlaced his running shoes and pulled off his socks. “Lift your hips.” I’d changed him so many times, but there was something different about doing it here, and as I pulled up his white training pants, I could see that he also had a reaction to the environment, to our plans for the evening.

“Daddy, my pants don’t fit.”

“BJ, my best boy, do you want Daddy to help you?”

“Rub it, Daddy. Make it better. We have to go to the party.”

“Daddy will fix it.” I sat down and pulled him onto my lap, closing my fist around his stiff cock. Rubbing it up and down, I told him what a good boy he was and how proud I was of him for telling me what he needed. He rested back against me, his gaze pointed downward to where I was stroking him.

Much more quickly than I expected, he was spurting over my hand, groaning in relief as he shrank to the size that would fit in his training pants.

His new onesie looked great on him, as did the shoes that matched.

And off we went to the little room, marching through the main room of the club where people hung suspended on the spider web or were fastened to the St. Andrew’s cross.

Sparks came from the electric play, but that wasn’t what we were about. Our destination was the little room.

Above the door hung a banner saying, Welcome to Art Class .

Ms. Lily was right inside, handing out smocks to all the littles, and mine accepted one in a dark blue and buttoned it all the way up to his neck. “Welcome, BJ. Is this your daddy with you tonight?”

“This is Daddy Glenn.” He patted me on the arm and gave me a dimpled smile. “My Daddy Glenn.”

Ms. Lily did know me by name, but she was seeing where things stood. For future invitations probably, but she was a romantic who always loved seeing her people happy. Probably why she was so intuitive about what would be a hit in the afternoon or evening events she set up.

“Ms. Lily, I think this is going to be fun. An art class!”

“We have paints and pastels, some sculptures and clay…and crayons.”

“Something for everyone, then.” Bridger had come up behind us, and Hudson was donning a red smock. “What are you going to do, Hudson?”

“Paint.” He darted off to a station where easels were set up.

“Do you want to go with Hudson?” I asked BJ. “It looks fun.”

“Daddy, come play with me?” He held out a hand and I took it.

“Of course. What shall we do first?”

“Color,” he said. “First crayons.”

That wasn’t a surprise to me, but after we each worked on a coloring page, he decided to branch out.

In fact, we moved from table to table, and he worked in every medium.

At most of the stations, there was someone to help with technique, making it a true art class, and with the wide variety of materials, even the littlest of the littles could find something to do.

We ended the evening on a giant sheet of paper where I was grateful the paint was washable as the littles rolled all around and did something the instructor was calling body arts but which was more about giggling than anything.

So it was good. At the end of the evening, we did spend some time in the dressing room, where my tired little took a nap with his head in my lap. Another Ms. Lily triumph. I still liked our time alone together best, but we’d be back for sure.