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"Kik isn't a gay club, sweetheart," I tell him, stepping into his personal bubble with renewed confidence now that I know I've got an actual chance with him after all.

"Though it is obviously one of the more popular LGBTQ+ hangouts.

" I gesture around us with a wave of my hand. "But take a closer look. "

Most of the couples here start on the dancefloor and then move to the rooms upstairs, and many are dressed for their kinks of choice.

There's a bevy of skin on display, plus leather and chains and various masks.

Then there are the few Littles, a couple in onesies, one Girl even wearing a cute bonnet and frilly knee socks as she dances with a Mommy in a power suit.

My lips curl in appreciation before I turn back to Justin. "What do you see?"

He takes a step even closer to me, pressing his chest against mine as if seeking the comfort of someone he knows. "I...I don't..."

"It's a kink club," I lean down to tell him, then pull back, adding, "BDSM of all kinds."

His eyes are wide and he swallows. "Oh." Taking another look around, I watch as his gaze settles on a couple of Littles grinding up against each other, their butts rounded by the obvious padding of diapers beneath the rompers they're wearing.

He bites his lip and his throat works again.

" Oh. " After another beat spent watching the Littles, he looks back at me.

"That...that's a real thing? Not BDSM, but. ..the...the..."

"Age play?" I suggest, and he nods.

"Yeah, that. It's...I mean, I thought that was just a porn thing. Not something people do in real life."

"Oh, I assure you, plenty of people enjoy it in real life."

I watch as the realization that I'm in this club and I'm comfortable here hits him. His mouth forms an adorable 'o' of surprise. "D-do you..." He stops and blinks, then shakes his head. "Wait. That's rude. I can't just ask you that."

He's too cute.

"You can ask me anything you want, Justin," I tell him, pushing just a little bit of my Daddy tone into my words .

He sucks in a breath, his gaze flitting around again before landing back on me. "Which kinks are you here for?"

Taking a step out of his personal space, I extend my hand. "Can I show you?"

After a moment of hesitation, Justin places his palm in mine. I lead him out of the main club space and towards the stairs.

"Are we allowed up there?" The worry in his voice is so sweet. I imagine he'd struggle to be a brat. He'd want to be someone's good boy. He'd want praise, not punishment.

Pausing to adjust myself, because those thoughts are taking me down a dangerous path, I nod. "We are. I'll show you the two other club rooms, okay? And, before you worry, the first one is not the one where I usually play."

I've been known to pick up a paddle or use a spanking bench a time or two, but I prefer caretaking more than Domming. I'll happily explain that to him if he asks.

I hope he asks.

Sure enough, when I show him into the first room, he squeezes my hand and tucks himself into my side, shyly peeking around me to catch a glimpse of one of the Doms lashing a sub on the farthest St Andrew's cross. "You said you don't usually play in this room?"

"No. I don't mind indulging in some basic impact play and sometimes restraints, but...I don't love inflicting pain."

Justin heaves a sigh of relief. "Good." Then he catches himself as I start leading him up the next set of stairs and he hurriedly adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with enjoying that.

As long as you're safe. But I don't like pain.

" Then he groans. "Shit. That makes it sound like I want to do things with you.

" I pause to look over my shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

His face is bright pink. "Not that I don't want to—I should just shut up. "

Fuck, he could be perfect .

Showing him Little Heaven will be the true test on that, though.

When we get to the door at the top of the stairs, I open it and step through first. The room is busier than when I left it, with a cacophony of laughter coming from various spots inside.

There's a group of Littles building a giant structure out of blocks at the far end of the room, and it's teetering with every new block they add.

They squeal and laugh as they push the limits, and it's really cute to see.

Closer to the doorway, some Middles are playing Mario Kart on the TVs mounted on the wall, and it sounds like they might be betting on who is going to win. In the middle of the room, a Pup in a leather hooded mask is having his belly rubbed by one very cute bear of a Daddy.

I relax as I take it all in. This is my happy space.

" Whoa ," Justin murmurs beside me. He's still clutching my hand, but he curls his free hand around the inside of my bicep. "Is...is this your kink?"

I grin down at him and nod. "Yeah, it is."

"Are...are you...Little?"

My answering guffaw makes him jump and I immediately draw him in for a placating hug. "Sorry," I apologize, "but...no. I'm the opposite of Little. I'm a Daddy."

Drawing back, he looks at me incredulously. "But you're so young."

"Daddy is a mindset, not an age," I repeat the mantra I've been living by since I realized how into the kink I am. "Just like you can be a Boy, or a Little, at any age, too."

"Gabe!" Taylor comes bounding over to me, and his Daddy trails after him. "You're back! "

"I just went downstairs for a bit, Tay-Tay. And, oh, meet my friend, Justin. Justin, this is my friend, Taylor."

Justin blushes and tucks himself behind me, once again peeking out from behind my arm. While he might not know anything about regression play, I am growing more certain by the minute that he would be a perfect Little.

"Don't be shy, Jussy," Taylor says, then moves to my side to help pry Justin forward. "This is a fun, friendly place. Oh! Come meet my new Daddy! His name is Edward, and he plays with toys all day ."

"Justin might need a moment to get used to all the noise and stuff, bunny," Edward says, and shoots me an apologetic glance as he tries to draw Taylor back to his side. "And I don't play with toys all day. I'm the head of marketing for Rombold's Toy Manufacturing."

Taylor rolls his eyes. "Same thing."

"It's really not."

I snort. Now I remember why playing with Taylor was only ever a casual thing.

He's a bit too bratty and high energy for me.

If I find myself a forever Boy, he'll be snuggly and sweet.

Maybe a bit shy. Someone who is happy to let go and hand over the reins when life gets too much for him.

Not someone who will brat and sass at me at every turn.

Good luck with that one, Eddie.

"Do you want to sit on the couch over here with me and watch for a little while?" I ask Justin, ignoring the argument Taylor is starting with his Daddy. "I'm sure you have questions, and I'm happy to answer them."

"Then maybe you can come play with me after," Taylor cuts back in .

"Maybe," I respond on Justin's behalf, then lead him over to the couch set against the far wall anyway. "This is a lot to take in, I know."

We sit in silence for a few extended moments as Justin surveys the room again.

"I, uh, I guess I can see the appeal in.

..regressing? Is that what it's called?" His eyes are glued to where one of the Littles is sitting in his Daddy's lap on an oversized armchair, his thumb in his mouth and fingers curled over the tip of his nose, and his Daddy is reading to him as they rock gently in the chair.

It's a sight I also find extremely appealing.

Sweet and tender. Justin turns his head my way.

"But what do you get out of being a...a Daddy? "

"Joy," I blurt without even having to think about it.

"Satisfaction at making my partner —or scene partner— happy and relaxed.

It's not always about sex or even being overly kinky.

It's...well, I like taking care of people.

It makes me happy to watch my Boys relax and let go of their stress and adult worries.

" He nods, and I can't help adding, "But I do like being called Daddy, too.

That part is about the kink for me. It revs my engine. "

Justin bobs his head and mouths the word 'Daddy' to himself.

His cheeks go pink, and he looks at his lap, where he's fidgeting with his hands.

"Do you have a preference for, um, how little your.

..your Boys get? Because, like, those guys" —he points to the Middles playing video games— "aren't anywhere near as regressed as that one.

" Justin gestures to the sleepy Boy in his Daddy's lap.

He can't seem to tear his gaze away from the couple.

"Nope, no preference," I answer softly. "Every Boy is unique and brings something different to Daddy/Boy interactions.

I'm just as cool with changing wet diapers as I am with helping build a model car.

Whatever the Boy I'm with needs, I get pleasure out of being able to look after them and provide it. "

He's silent for another long moment, still watching the couple on the big, comfy, rocking armchair. "This...wasn't what I expected when I walked into the club tonight," he admits. “I was looking to get laid, maybe, but…”

Something inside me deflates a little. I knew I was reading too much into his behavior. I knew I was getting my hopes too high. I knew—

"Would it be weird if I tried it?" His quiet question makes my heart flip.

Remaining calm, I ask, "What do you want to try?"

"I..." Justin's cheeks go even more pink than before. "I think…maybe…maybe I’d like to try coloring?”

A wide grin tugs at my lips. “Sweetheart,” I start, allowing the thrum of anticipation to wash over me, “you can try whatever you want.”