2. John
Chapter two
John
The club’s atmosphere vibrantly pulses with giddy excitement and Christmas cheer. No matter how many times I’ve visited my friend’s kink club, I never fail to like what I see. The club has a sleek and classy vibe that invites me in. Although, tonight is the first time I’m here for pleasure, not business.
Hunter is sitting in his office when I knock on his open door and lean against the doorframe. “Hey man,” I greet.
A crooked smile curls his lips as he spots me and stands up. “Holy shit, you made it.” Hunter strides toward me and claps my back in our usual slapping bear hug. “Thanks for coming.”
“Of course. I’m excited to try to win a date with a little. It might be exactly what I need to distract myself.”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with you and your best friend.” Hunter guides me to have a seat in front of his desk, and I do.
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Oh god, please don’t remind me. Confessing your feelings to someone is hard enough, but admitting them to someone who doesn’t return your feelings is brutal. Never thought I’d do that shit in my forties.”
“Well, either way, I’m proud of you, man. You had to do it. You’ve had feelings for him for years.”
“It’s true. At least now I know. Teddy and I weren’t meant to be. In some ways, I’m relieved. Plus, I’ve been looking for a change. I’ve been wanting to move here for a while, and now that I’m finally retired, I can focus on my woodwork. If, by some miracle, Teddy returned my feelings, I doubt he’d want to move. His life is there, and he was the only thing tying me to that town.”
Hunter nods. “By the way, we set up that Saint Andrews cross you made. The details in the wood are amazing. Really, the whole piece is beautiful. In fact, I have a member who wanted your info as soon as he saw it. I gave him your card. He was curious if you could make a custom spanking bench.”
“Thanks.” I grin as a sense of pride fills me. “I’d love to make a custom bench for him. Going full time making unique pieces has been my dream forever.”
We catch up for a few minutes before there’s another knock at Hunter’s door. His co-owner, Cal, walks in with a huge grin on his face. “John, it’s good to see you. Are you ready for the auction?” Cal checks his watch. “Hunter is going to start announcing the littles in a few minutes.”
“I better go take a seat, then.”
As Hunter takes the stage, I follow along in my brochure, reading his introductions of each boy when the auction begins. Since today is also masquerade night, the boys aren’t only wearing the cutest little elf outfits, but some of them are also sporting masks. Once a certain Daddy wins the date, the mask is removed, and the boy is revealed.
The whole auction is playful and fun, but it doesn’t escape my notice when Hunter skips over boy number eight and introduces the ninth boy instead.
I frown when a few more boys are introduced, and it’s clear that boy number eight isn’t going up on stage. What happened? Did he skip the auction? Was there some kind of emergency?
Since number eight caught my attention, I’m extremely curious, and something about my Daddy instincts is telling me to check in with the boy when the charity event ends. I reread the boy’s introduction as the auction continues.
Number Eight
Type of Submissive : little
What to expect of this boy while he is in his submissive headspace : This boy loves age regression to help him after a stressful day. He might be shy at first, but he’s sweet and playful once he warms up. He loves to play with his toys, color, and build blocks. Arts and crafts are this little’s catnip.
Hobbies : He loves to bake. This little enjoys DIY projects and handmade creations.
Favorite item : His purple Chibico stuffie.
Perfect Date : To cuddle up with Daddy after a long day and watch Christmas movies.
Enjoys : Anything Christmas-related. From decorating to gift giving, this boy would celebrate Christmas all year long if it was socially acceptable.
I smile as I reread the last part of Number Eight’s intro. Every submissive filled out the paperwork knowing anything they wrote down would be announced to the bidding Daddies in the audience. A lot can be said by what each boy chooses to say out loud, and I love how much personality shines through in this particular boy’s information.
The auction continues, but if I’m being honest, I’m barely paying attention. My eyes keep darting to the curtain when it opens. I can see a small glimpse of the boys lined up backstage. They are back there singing songs and giggling while they wait for their turn.
The whole sight cheers me up, but I can’t stop wondering if Number Eight is okay. Is he back there too, singing along to all the Christmas carols?
The brochure mentioned how much he loves Christmas, so it’s a strong possibility.
At one point, I see a few of my Daddy friends I met over the summer bid on their boys. I love that even some of the couples got to participate, especially for a good cause. After Hunter announces the last boy, I stand and make my way toward my friend.
“Hey there, John. I’m shocked you didn’t make any bids. Is everything okay?”
I wave away his concern. “I’m fine. What happened to boy Number Eight?”
“What do you mean?”
I flip open the brochure and point at Number Eight’s info. “You introduced Number Seven, but then skipped right to Number Nine.”
“Ah, yes. That was Riley. I think the stage fright got the best of him.”
I smile. Riley.
“Do you know him?” I ask, my tone hopeful.
“Yeah, he’s sweet, sometimes a little shy. Actually, most of us in town know him. Quite a few Daddies were sad he didn’t participate tonight.”
I want to ask more, but I also don’t want to invade the boy’s privacy. If he really is that well known in town, then I’m sure I’ll see plenty of him in January.
“Your Daddy instincts are going crazy, aren’t they?” Hunter smirks.
“Oh, god. They are. Am I that fucking obvious?”
Hunter shakes his head. “Nah, you’re good. I only know because I was about to head to the playroom and check on him myself.”
My eyes widen. “But everyone is out here. Has the boy really been in the room alone this whole time?”
“He isn’t alone. I think Tony is back there, and so is another couple or two.” Hunter’s eyes seem to sparkle. “Why don’t you go check on him?”
I nod, already walking toward the playroom I’ve been eager to use with a boy of my own. When I finally make my way across the busy club and over to the section I need to be in, I enter the playroom and immediately spot a gorgeous boy with dark brown hair and a tidy, thick beard.
Something about the sight of his facial hair makes me pause and smile. Most littles I’ve met pride themselves in being clean-shaven, but I must admit, I love hair on my men.
The boy is in the corner playing by himself, surrounded by colorful blocks. He has a purple cat-like stuffie next to him, and I can tell from here that the boy is talking to the purple toy.
The sight is adorable as hell. When the boy stands, the air leaves my throat with a gasp. Unlike all the other elves who seemed to wear festive or skimpy elf costumes, there’s something different about this elf outfit. It’s tight and formfitting and reminds me of a onesie.
Fuck.
He would be perfect in a onesie.
The adorable little heads towards a shelf lined with plastic boxes and, of course, he reaches for something in the container on the very top, causing his long sleeve shirt to ride up and reveal his toned stomach. I notice a dark happy trail beneath striped leggings, a vision that would have immediately made me hard if I were fifteen years younger.
He takes a second box of blocks and goes back to where his purple stuffed animal is sitting. To my shock, he plops back on the ground and dumps the box out in front of him. Blocks fly everywhere. A moment of giggling is replaced by unbearable sadness as he looks around at the chaotic scene. A few tears fall down his cheeks. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m walking toward the boy, ready to do anything in my power to get him to smile.
Suddenly, the door to the playroom opens, and several boys and Daddies I recognize from the auction walk in and stride right toward the little who seems to have captivated me. I spot my friend Ash and his boyfriend, Drake, in the group.
Number Eight quickly swipes at his eyes and hides his tears behind a shy smile. Soon enough, all the boys are surrounding Number Eight and playing while the Daddies watch over them.
I swallow hard, a deep yearning hitting me square in the chest.
Someone claps me on the back, causing me to startle. Tony is standing next to me. “It isn’t too late to walk over there and introduce yourself,” he says.
My gaze bounces over to the young man. He looks like he might be in his mid-to-late-twenties. His beautiful tan skin is a little flushed, but he’s finally smiling a genuine smile. There’s no way I’m going over there and interrupting the happy scene. The last thing I need to do is yank the poor boy out of his headspace.
“That’s okay,” I reply, already heading back toward the door. “I gotta start unpacking the moving truck. Then, tomorrow, I need to make the drive back.”
“When will you officially be here in Olivia Cove?”
“Right after the holidays. Maybe as soon as January first or second.”
“Sounds good.” Tony grins. “I’m sure a certain little will be excited to meet you when you’re ready.”
Hours later, I’m still replaying Tony’s words in my head . I’m sure a certain little will be excited to meet you when you’re ready.
Pair that with images of Riley’s beautiful smile, or those heartbreaking tears running down his face, and I think I’ve gone insane.
Damn, I truly wish he put himself up for bid. Maybe then I’d have a shot at taking this boy out on a date. Was I foolish not to go over there and introduce myself?
I shake my head. No. Whatever Riley was going through, he needed his friends at that moment and not some strange older man making the moves on him. Remembering all the different Daddies in the audience bidding, I was one of the few men who actually had gray hair, a soft belly, and a few extra wrinkles around his eyes.
Riley might want a Daddy, but there’s no guarantee he’d want me.
After I finish unpacking the moving truck into my new house, I check the time and realize it’s just after midnight.
No matter how hard I work myself, I can’t stop thinking of Riley. An idea suddenly pops into my mind. Fishing out my phone, I shoot a text off to Hunter.
John: Hey, Hunt. How long are you at the club tonight?
Hunter: I’ll be here most of the night.
Hunter: I have to finish counting all the cash and checks that will be sent off to charity. Thanks for your donation, by the way. I just found the check you snuck into the charity box.
John: Perfect, this actually works out great.
If I want everything to unfold the way I pictured, I’ll need to hurry. An image of Riley smiling comes to mind.
Hunter: Why, what’s up?
John: I’ll be there in about an hour. I know my donation won’t win me a date, but I was hoping you’d be able to give Riley a gift if I left it with you?
Hunter: Okay, now you really caught my attention. See you soon.
Before I can overthink things, I reach for my keys and head out to the local twenty-four-hour Walmart .
It’s time to surprise my boy with a few Christmas gifts.