Daddy’s Little Dreamer (The Lactin Brotherhood)

Chapter 2

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My life was forever changed the first time I lactated. Don’t get me wrong, I freaked the fuck out but in the end it all worked out. I didn’t dare tell my roommate or anyone else about it. They’d likely have locked me up if I had. Scared the hell out of me and changed literally everything.

An invincible college sophomore, as we all believe in our younger years, sewing his wild oats. I’d just come back to my dorm after my last class of the day, poised to dive into an assignment that was due by midnight. Totally normal for me, cramming to finish at the last minute. There I sat, with the computer in front of me, when the front of my shirt dampened.

“What the hell?”

I glanced around, figuring I’d knocked a drink over, but the soda can was across the desk from me. Purposely. Not my first rodeo into the realm of spilling on my laptop.

Like any fool, I ran my hand through the dampness and felt an odd pressure when it grazed my chest. So, I lifted my shirt and there was a white, milky seepage coming from my nipples. Needless to say, I shouted a few choice curse words, then drove like a madman to the hospital. Outside of getting the required shots as a kid, I’d never been to the doctor and had nowhere else to turn.

The lady at the check-in desk greeted me. “Hello, sir, how may I help you?”

“Something’s wrong with my chest.” She had to lean across the desk to hear me, I’d whispered so low. “It’s leaking or something.”

The kind nurse smiled and patted my hand then handed me a clipboard. “Please fill out these forms, sir, then we’ll take you back to see the doctor.”

Hurriedly, before my shirt got any wetter and people took notice, I filled them out as fast as I could. As soon as I handed them back to her, she led me back to a curtained space. “The doctor will be in shortly.”

Moments later, he came in.

“Good afternoon, Mister…” He gazed down at the paperwork. “Carter. I see you have a concern with nipple discharge?”

My face heated to Defcon five and my head spun like the exorcist. “Ssh, not so loud. Um, yes.”

“Lift your shirt please.” He poked around the tender area. “Jayger, there is nothing wrong, per se. You’re lactating.”

“What? Men don’t lactate. Have you been drinking?”

Was this guy for real? Should I report him to some sort of doctor’s board or to the lady at the front desk?

He smiled, jotted down a few notes, then tore the sheet from the pad and handed it to me. “This website will explain everything. While male lactation is rare, it does occur in some and there is nothing wrong with you, nor will this affect your ability to have children.”

“Wait, I can get pregnant?”

This time he full on laughed. “No, you can’t. Don’t get the two mixed up. Could you nurse a baby? Absolutely, and some in the Lactin community do. They’re called male wet nurses, and from what I understand, the job pays very well. Again, I refer you to the the Lactin Brotherhood website. Information as well as opportunities for assistance, so to speak, can be found there.”

“Do you lactate?” My curiosity piqued, I wondered just how many men I knew did in fact have this gene? Hell, if my old man did he never said anything. But then again, he had very few kind words for me as it was and I sure as hell wasn’t telling him about this.

“No, I don’t, but I can assure you this is normal and nothing is wrong with you.”

“What triggered this, I mean, it never happened before?” Frantically, I searched for the right words or at least ones that made sense. How did he see this as normal? This wasn’t freaking normal.

“Jayger, you’ll find a way to make this work for you. Now, I have other patients to tend to. Listen to the doctor,” he tapped the paper again. “Go to the website. Your path to discovery begins there.”

Dumbfounded. Dazed and confused. All of the above with a side of irritation.

I drove back to school on autopilot. Operating a motor vehicle probably wasn’t wise given my current state of mind, but once I was in my dorm room, straight to the internet I went.

The website the doc gave me was packed with a plethora of information. Everything from wet nursing to clothing and binding agents that assisted with managing leakage to some really off the wall shit. But what caught my eye was an ad on their site for a lifestyle club searching for any gender wet nurses for the littles in their club.

Littles as in children?

I wasn’t comfortable with that but to each their own. Given the fact I’d rarely heard children labeled as littles, that led me to believe the word described something else entirely since this was an eighteen and older website.

I clicked on the link for the club and scoured the tabs and there it was.

The Littles Room.

And down the wormhole I went, directly into a very enlightening educational overview of a BDSM lifestyle. Who knew it wasn’t all whips and chains?

Littles and their Mommies, Daddies, or Bigs are a unique relationship dynamic within the BDSM community known as age play that is built on trust. Middles, Littles and Mommies, Daddies, or Bigs come in all age ranges and types. In this unique exchange, rules are established by each couple entering into it beforehand. While some relationships do include elements of BDSM, others do not but a firm contract with limits set in place should be enacted before engaging in any form of play.

Age play is when one of the partners digresses into a headspace that’s a younger version of themselves knowing that their Dom/Domme—Mommy, Daddy, or Big, will assume the role of caregiver and therefore they are free to trust and let go. For some, being a little/middle is full-time, trusting their caregivers to care for all aspects of their needs from feeding and nurturing to controlling the finances, while others are part-time relationships and the littles/middles have jobs and handle their own finances, etc.

Again, the dynamic is determined by those involved, but age regression is a form of therapy for many. A way to let go and be carefree knowing their partner will be there for them while they seek the desired comfort and solitude they need.

Many of these relationships are sexual in nature though not all are, especially while in their desired headspace. Others are merely playtime, scheduled playdates where each party leaves once the session is over. There is no right or wrong way to live this lifestyle as long as the partners involved consent beforehand.

As with any relationship, open communication and determining what works for those involved will be the key to its success.

So, they wanted me to nurse an adult in an age play relationship even if they had a partner?

Whoa, I had so much to learn.

Why did this prospect excite me?

But, given the fact my scholarships only covered a portion of my fees, and my savings had run dry, it was an occupation, so to speak, to consider while I finished school.

I filled out the endless forms and applications on their site and agreed to provide urine and blood samples. Shortly after submission, was emailed the paperwork with the location to go to for the um, donations. From there, it was a waiting game. Unsure what they tested for, I not so patiently waited while they got the results back because this had turned into a bit of an obsession for me.

“Good evening, Jayger. I’m Headmistress Sage, welcome to our club.” A striking woman with a no-nonsense aura about her met me in the lobby after I’d signed in. I had the overwhelming urge to drop and give her twenty pushups.

“Thank you, Headmistress. I’m a bit, nervous.” I wiped my sweaty palms on the best pair of pants I had. Not easy to find as a broke-ass college student but thrift stores had become my friend.

“No need to be, Jayger. As long as you abide by the rules, we’ll get along just fine. They were established to protect all our patrons and consent is everything. Follow me.”

That much I knew. It’d been reiterated throughout the documents I read.

I followed her through an elaborate set of double doors and into what I could only describe as a bar type area. Tables and chairs were spread throughout, and along the perimeter were high back benches and tables. Furnishings that were most likely chosen to give an air of privacy to those utilizing them.

“This is our communal gathering area. At any given time, Doms with slaves sitting at their feet or Daddies and Mommies with their littles may be in here. Food and drink are kept to this space and isn’t allowed past the door we’re about to pass through.”

Whoa…

“Normally, as a non-club member, you won’t be in this wing, but I felt it important to give you a full tour so you have a better understanding of what our club offers.”

My inner voyeur was in awe as we walked the two-way glass lined hallway. Naked bodies in various positions and sexual acts were on display for all to see.

“These are rooms for those who not only enjoy being watched but are welcome to others joining them. We do offer private rooms as well for those who don’t.”

It felt all kinds of naughty watching them, but I couldn’t deny how hard it got me, nor could I look away.

“Would you like to see the dungeons? They’re on the other side of this door.”

The door in question was straight out of a medieval movie. How the hell did they even move that thing?

“Um, no thanks. I’m good.” That wasn’t where my interest was and right now I had to chill before prematurely bursting.

“Very well. Next stop is the littles room which can be accessed directly from the open hall off the common area. Since you’re not a club member, though you did have to pass the same background checks as they do, you’re limited to where you’re allowed.” Her words were stern, not harsh, but nothing more needed to be said. Stick to the lobby and the littles area. Period.

“Understood.”

We walked through a space filled with littles playing with various toys and then through another door toward the rear of the room. Hell, this place had more doors than my dorm building. Behind it, there were about a half-dozen curtained areas with a big comfy chair in each.

“Miss Erin is in charge of the littles space and scheduling you as to what works for both your requirements. Welcome, Jayger. I’ll leave you in her capable hands.” With that the Headmistress left us.

“Hello, Jayger. Behind each curtain is where the wet nurses sit. If a Big comes with a little we have additional chairs we can bring in. Not all littles wish to nurse, therefore we ask those that do to schedule ahead of time. Rarely would I call you in last minute. Now, on your questionnaire you don’t mention gender preferences. So, you’re open to nursing any gender?”

“Yes, I have no issues as long as their mommies and daddies don’t either.” Had I said that right? Plus, if it was a female I’d be less likely to get aroused. But I kept that bit to myself.

“You’re the first one here so pick a space and I’ll bring your first little in.”

The furthest chair from the door felt most comfortable for my first time.

A mixture of nerves and embarrassment overwhelmed me and the urge to bolt was high until a little walked in and I saw his cherub face. Something came over me, an urge to calm and chase away his nerves as he stood there in his adorable dungarees while tightly clenching a stuffie. His face marred with uncertainty.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Danny.”

“Nice to meet you, Danny. My name is Jayger.”

Erin slid the curtain closed, allotting us a modicum of privacy though anyone within the room could hear our words. “Would you like to sit on my lap or in a chair?”

“Are-- are you a Daddy?”

“Not yet. But I hope to be someday.”

Danny crawled onto my lap and unbuttoned my shirt, bearing the makeshift medical pads I’d used to absorb the leakage.

“Sorry about that, let me get those out of there.” I hadn’t so much as peeled the tape off before he latched onto a nipple. Relief filled me as the uncomfortable pressure subsided and I sunk back into the chair which was far more comfortable than I’d envisioned.

And that was my first wet nursing experience. Far more pleasurable than I thought it would be.

After that, I was hooked.

Fast forward fifteen years and here I was, tending to littles once again. Having lost count of the numerous times I’d partaken in nursing them over the years. What once started as a means of income was now done for selfish reasons as the kink was one I, too, enjoyed.

I’d became a club member a couple years after starting here and was a Daddy to my first little even quicker than that. Was my need to nurture due to that lacking in my own life? Quite possibly, but either way, it molded me into the caring man I am today. One I’m proud I became.

Boys, littles of all kinds, have come and gone over the years but the Daddy in me was always there. Many a Saturday night I’d leave the club horny as hell after sating littles who shared my kink. I’d leave with a willing body to sate the arousal. Nursing was an aphrodisiac, foreplay if you will and if there wasn’t a boy to fill my bed then my hand did the job when I got home. Could I have partaken with the willing little while nursing? Absolutely, but personally I wasn’t much of a showman and preferred the privacy of a room with four walls and no other occupants.

Though now, the revolving door of boys had grown old, and I longed for one of my own.