Chapter Seventeen
Vaughn
New Year’s Eve was always a big deal at Chained, a night when members, most of whom had family obligations on Christmas, could get together and celebrate the end of the holiday season together.
We were one another’s second family, chosen family.
Especially when those Christmas gatherings had often had their share of angst. Here, they could be themselves without fear of judgment or reprisal.
The decorations were all still up, with a few additional ones like a mirror ball tied to the high ceiling in the main room, right over the St. Andrew’s cross and one station down from the new spanking bench.
At midnight, they’d drop it to a countdown just like in Times Square, except at Chained, the revelers were for the most part sober.
Those who wanted to play on any apparatus or even in the little room were held to a two-drink maximum rule, with one suggested.
But on this night, there would be a few who chose drinks over spankings.
As for me and mine, Gunnar and I had plans, none of which involved any drinks except maybe champagne at midnight.
I’d managed to book a private changing room, although the person who took the reservation hadn’t been sure which one.
All of them were nice, though, and when Ms. Lily, dressed in a silky black pantsuit, towering high heels, and a top hat, opened the door for us, Gunnar ran in and jumped up and down in delight.
“The teddy bears. Daddy, you got the teddy room!” He ran back to hug me around the waist before going off to explore.
The space was not large but it was decorated beautifully.
A teddy-bear’s picnic mural filled the far wall, and a convertible crib/toddler bed stood against another.
A changing table and bench completed the furnishings, but shelves lined the walls with teddy bears from different eras, and a bin in the corner held some that were more for playing and less for looking. “I love this.”
“Is this new?” I asked Ms. Lily. “I don’t remember seeing this one before.”
“Just redecorated. We try to do that from time to time to keep the excitement level up.”
“You’ve certainly done that. This is great.”
Ms. Lily left us to go see to her many tasks, saying she’d see us later in the little room, and I sat on the bench until Gunnar made his way back to me.
He was beaming and already trying to pull his coat off, the awkwardness telling me he was well into little space.
“Want Daddy to get you changed so we can play?”
Tangled in his coat arms, he turned a dismayed expression toward me. “I’m stuck.”
“I see that.” Standing, I drew him over to the bench, sat, freed him from his fabric prison, and unbuckled his belt. “I hear they have some very fun things in the little room tonight.”
“Hudson and Scottie are coming and Austin and everybody.” He bobbed his head as he spoke. “Hurry, Daddy. I bet they are all there waiting for us.”
“All right, but you have to stop wriggling.”
“I’m tooo excited.” He went from head bobbing to full-body bouncing. “It’s lucky we left Alvin at home. He might get lost in all the bears.”
“That’s true.” Helping him out of his pants, I slipped off his shoes and socks at the same time.
He braced his hands on my shoulders, chattering away about what might be in the little room tonight.
When he was finally undressed in front of me, we both looked down at the same time. “I think we have a situation.”
“I’m not gonna fit in my shorts,” he said, lower lip thrust out in dismay. “What do we do?”
“Do you want Daddy to help you?”
“Yes, please. I have to get in my outfit so I can play.”
“Rubbies or kissies?”
“Rubbies, Daddy. I want to hurry.” His dismay was so adorable, it was all I could do not to laugh, but it would have hurt his feelings, so instead, I just did my duty and fisted his naughty cock, stroking him up and down, faster and faster while he held onto my shoulders again and finally came, pouring his cum over my hands. He panted, “Okay, we can go.”
“I don’t think so until a certain little boy is all cleaned up. You don’t want a wet spot on your new shorts, do you?”
“No, Daddy.” He let me lead him over to the changing table and help him up. I used wipes from the built-in dispenser and cleaned him all up. No more sticky thighs. Then I dug into our backpack and powdered his bottom and lotioned him up before getting out a diaper. “Lift your hips.”
The diaper was specially made and one of his gifts, printed with all sorts of cute baby animals, and he loved it. When it was on, I helped him with his shorts and the T-shirt emblazoned with Happy New Year. White knee socks and sparkly sneakers, and he was ready to celebrate.
We left our backpack safely locked in the changing room and headed off through the club on our way to the little room.
A quick stop at the conversation area found several of our friends, including Bridger and Hudson who we hadn’t seen since before Christmas and who wanted to hear all about how the Secret Santa exchange came out, so we stayed a little while telling the whole gang of daddies and littles the story.
Everyone had their own tale, but we were the newest, and it felt great to have friends who understood us and were glad to share our happiness.
Once we’d spilled all the details, everyone was ready to go to the little room, so we trooped over together.
Through the main area, where various people were strapped into all sorts of apparatus, flames glowed at the fire station, purple wands sparked, and so many other things were going on. Each to their own.
Personally, I loved it when we got to the little room and all the boys and girls raced inside to see what Ms. Lily and her staff had prepared for them.
I hung back with the other daddies and mommies to let them get settled a bit then followed.
In here, the holiday decorations were basically the same as they had been throughout December, with one difference.
There was a ball in here just for the littles.
It meant, they could celebrate the new year without going out into the mob scene on the main floor, which a lot of them didn’t enjoy.
It could get pretty intense out there on an ordinary night, but it was definitely a full house.
Gunnar disappeared into the crowd of littles, but a few minutes later, he circled back to me. “Daddy, will you come and play with me?”
I’d never heard more beautiful words. “Of course, my best boy. What would you like to do first?”
“Blocks.” Although they were the normal blocks, they were set up with a special gimmick tonight.
Instead of the littles knocking them down on their own, they were assisted by an assortment of dinosaurs wearing tiny T-shirts.
Cute, fierce, and there was a line. But we managed to get in the next group, and Gunnar had the very best time.
He laughed so hard, he fell over with the tower before we moved onto the next game.
We managed to cover most of the tables before winding up with Ms. Lily reading a New Year’s story as the clock wound down to midnight.
Gunnar leaned back against me, eyelids heavy, nearly worn out, but when the countdown started, he was right up there with the rest, shouting the numbers as the ball was lowered to the floor and our first year together as a couple began.