Chapter Twelve

Nick

After our first night together, the next logical step was to see how we worked as daddy/little, and the best place to take that out for a spin? Chained, of course. It wasn’t easy finding a night when Bobby was free and I was in town, but we managed, and he was so excited. Me too. I reserved a changing room I thought he’d like and drove over to pick him up. Bobby carried a backpack holding whatever he thought he’d need for the evening. If our relationship progressed, I’d be helping him pack that other times, but for tonight, I wanted him to do everything in a way that made him as comfortable as possible. He said he had clothes he wanted to wear. I said good deal. One step at a time.

The fact it was so hard to find a night to do this was a big reminder of why I had not tried to have my own boy for so long. After Christmas, Bobby was going to have more free time, but my job was going to accelerate again. I had been holding back, refusing any work but my own, but even that would have me away a lot.

Would he want that?

Was it even fair to ask?

I tried to shrug that away for the moment and just take things as they came. Changing jobs would help a lot, and it was something I would look into as well. Bobby was just too special to walk away from without trying. He liked me, I liked him, and I was over the moon to walk into Chained with him by my side.

“Hello, sir,” said tonight’s subbie at the desk. “Welcome.”

Bobby pulled out the free pass he’d been given, but I waved it away. “I have a visitor pass for you, so hang on to that for another time.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t mind using it.”

“Positive.”

“Okay.” But his voice sounded off.

“What’s wrong, Bobby? Tell Papa.”

“You want me to use it without you?”

Oh no. “If you want to come when I am out of town, for example. Until you have your own membership, you need me with you to use the others.”

“My other daddy would never have wanted me to come without him…”

“I want you to have freedom to come and go and do everything, but I hope we’ll be here together most of the time.”

“Not because you don’t want to be here with me?”

“Absolutely not. But you are getting to know people, and they are our friends. If I am working, why shouldn’t you be able to visit?”

He smiled. “Yes, that’s good. I should be able to.” Bobby didn’t comment on my remark about having his own membership. He couldn’t afford it on his own, but if we were a couple, I could add him to mine for a much lower additional fee.

I handed over my phone and waited while Bobby did the same. He had been through the background check before his temp job here, so all he had to do was sign in. “Let’s go to the changing room.”

We proceeded down the hallway, and I stopped him halfway down. “This is us.”

“The main room is farther,” he said, looking puzzled. Then his expression cleared. “What did you do, Papa?”

“I think you know. I reserved us a private room for the night. Come see if you like it.”

Eagerly, he followed me in. Bobby loved all animals, and the one I chose featured a full-wall mural of wildlife, including… “There’s a Rooney!” He darted across the room to get a better look at the raccoon. “So cute!”

He loved it, and even joked that he was willing to spend the whole evening in the room, but he was also excited to get out to the little room.

“Let’s get you changed and then we can decide what to do next,” I told him, unzipping his backpack. “What did you bring?” I laid out the clothing he’d packed. A fitted tee embellished with a raccoon wearing a baseball cap, thick training underwear, blue short shorts, white knee socks, and light-up sneakers. “Very nice!”

“Thank you, Papa.”

There was a changing table, so I helped him up onto it and undressed him. As I pulled his shirt over his head, he was starting to sink into little space in the most charming way. His muscles relaxed, and his smile softened. “Papa, can we build blocks? I used to have big blocks, but there’s no room at my house so I only have little ones.”

“I’m sure the blocks will be out. What do you want to build?”

“A high high tower.” He grinned. “And then we knock it right down. Rooney helps at home, but he isn’t here.”

We’d discussed bringing the raccoon, but he decided it would be too easy for him to get lost, so he’d stayed at home on Bobby’s bed where he lived most of the time.

“Well, you can do it for him.” I patted his hip. “Lift up so I can get your underpants on.”

“Yes, Papa.” He did as requested, and I pulled the thick cotton underwear up his legs. “Now my shorts. I want to play!” He wriggled then looked down in dismay. “Oh no. Look, it’s all stiff.”

“Oh, I see that.” I tsked. “We need to take care of that before we go out to play.”

“Papa, fix it.” His lower lip thrust out.

“Don’t worry. I will. Want me to kiss it? Or rubbies?”

“Rubbies, Papa. So we can play!”

I closed my fist around his very hard cock and gave him a good squeeze and another, rubbing and stroking until he spurted all over my hand and sighed. “All better now?”

“Yes, Papa. Now we can play.”

I cleaned him up with a wipe from the box provided in the room then pulled his underwear up the rest of the way and then put on his shorts and shoes and socks before holding out a hand. “The little room awaits. How high do you think we can build the blocks?”

“So so high!”

We paraded through the club together, stopping to greet some friends at the conversation area before continuing on to the little room. It wasn’t a special event day, but of course the room was still decorated and everything going on was holiday themed. Chained even had a set of holiday blocks, which Bobby immediately ran to.

We spent a good part of the evening playing with blocks but also visited the coloring table and other games and crafts. It was the best evening I’d ever had at Chained. Maybe anywhere.