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Zephyr is a little and a traveling acrobat who happily spent his days twisting and contorting himself to the delight of audiences across the country. Now he’s living in a bed and breakfast, anxiously seeking employment before he winds up performing for spare change.
Tristan is a middle and an artist who blends his skill with Shibari with his love of sculpture. He draws his greatest inspiration from having a living, breathing muse to work with. One who doesn't mind being trussed up and placed on display. It's been months since he's found someone to truly inspire him, until Zephyr gets stranded, and suddenly, the little who needs a job and home meets the artist who needs just the kind of inspiration his talents can provide.
Rowan is a Daddy whose lactation has increased so much that his boy isn't able to consume all that he produces. A private man and a patron of the arts, particularly the creations of his driven, devoted boy, he isn't one to offer his milk for sale, even anonymously. He and Tristan are, however, very open to making an addition to their family; after all, Tristan’s always wanted a little brother. They need a boy who's thirsty for Daddy’s milk and eager to be both inspiration and playmate. In Zephyr, they’re certain they've discovered both, along with a much-needed dose of playful chaos.
Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin is part of The Lactin Brotherhood series about men who naturally lactate and the guys who need them. In this standalone, you’ll get a sweet and sexy story that brings together a sexy Daddy and an adorable and loving Little.
Genres:
Pairings: M-M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Found Family, Insta Love / Love at First Sight, Menage
Word Count: 50,500
Languages Available: English
“Daddy, he’s magnificent,” I murmured as I watched Zephyr whirl into a sort of sideways cartwheel before propelling himself into the air to rotate three times before touching down on the grass of the courtyard again.
I was glad Daddy had held the auditions here, at his friend’s apartment complex, rather than at home. I’d grown tired of failed possibilities flittering through, leaving the echoes of themselves in rooms I’d hoped they’d occupy forever. While it would suck to spend a week away from my playroom and all the tools in my workshop, I’d rather miss them than add another ghost to our home.
“He is, isn’t he? But let’s see how well he can hold a position before we get too far ahead of ourselves.”
“You’re right, Daddy,” I whispered as I held his hand, enthralled as Zephyr’s body corkscrewed through the air before he landed in a superhero-esque crouch, a bright, triumphant smile on his face as he stared at us.
READ MOREI love how he paid attention to both of us, making eye contact occasionally, but mostly just acknowledging that we were both there by the way he aimed smiles in each of our directions. I’d lost count of how many times someone had tried to curry favor with Daddy because he was the one in charge, ignoring me except when trying to follow the instructions I gave, their eyes relaying the truth. They cared nothing for what I was trying to create. They were only interested in the security of being cared for by Daddy.
Silly fools.
Daddy and I were a package deal and anyone who couldn’t see that was someone neither of us had the time, nor the patience to deal with.
“Could you pick a pose you are comfortable holding for longer than a minute or two?” Daddy requested. “Something that shows off your grace and flexibility, while allowing you to remain absolutely still.”
“I-I’ve played the part of a human table at several events,” Zephyr stammered, a delicate pink blush spreading across his cheeks and nose before he ducked his head.
“That is nothing to be ashamed of,” Daddy told him, smiling when Zephyr raised his chin and met his eyes again. “In fact, it is a beautiful gift of service to be able to provide such a thing. To us, you would be a living sculpture, there to be appreciated and admired, never ignored like you were merely window dressing for the room.”
His eyes widened at that, but his pleased grin showed just how much he appreciated Daddy’s words. I watched as he rolled his shoulders and let his head fall back, before he gracefully tipped over backwards, until his feet touched the ground behind his head, and he settled in. I saw Daddy hit the button on his phone to start the timer, then I turned my focus back to the serine look on Zephyr’s face as he exhaled and seemed to drift off into another world right before my eyes.
I could tell Daddy noticed, too, with the way his breath sucked in over his teeth, making a rough hissing sound as he cocked his head.
“You get that same look on your face when you drop into subspace,” Daddy whispered as he slid his arm around me and tugged me as close as the chairs would allow us to get.
I thought about crawling into his lap, but that wouldn’t have been professional, so I pressed my head against his shoulder and watched as Zephyr stayed as steady as a piece of oak. One minute passed, then a third ticked by and still he hadn’t even wavered. Four minutes, seven minutes, at the ten-minute mark, the longest it ever took me to draw a series of gesture studies, Daddy called time and Zephyr gracefully straightened up, looking completely unphased after holding the pose for so long.
“Bravo,” Daddy said as I clapped my hands beside him, excited at all the possibilities. On the other side of Daddy, Mr. Hanson stood, clapping his hands before sticking his fingers in his mouth and letting out a series of whistles that made Zephyr blush again.
He was adorable when he did that and looked like the sweetest little thing in his shorts and crop top, several bright tattoos on display when he twisted and flipped. He gave a little bow, then dropped to sit cross-legged in the grass when Daddy indicated the space, and the chair in front of us. Daddy quirked an eyebrow but let it go as Mr. Hanson resumed his seat. Clearly, Zephyr was comfortable there. He sat with his back straight and his head up, not quite making eye contact with any one of us, but watching us as a group as he waited for Daddy to speak.
“Should I assume, by what you said about playing the part of a human table, that you are familiar with many aspects of the kink community as well as what The Lactin Brotherhood is all about, since you were performing at one of their events?”
“Yes, sir, to both,” Zephyr replied. “The father in the troupe I belonged to lactated, that’s how he knew of the Brotherhood and was able to put our names in to be considered to perform.
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