“Littles?” I knew about littles but I didn’t know any myself. In all my trips to the kink club here in Boston, I’d never come across one. Hell, I hadn’t come across a boy who would take me seriously. I wasn’t a hairy, muscled-up Dom who wore leather and boots. I was a lean, tall guy who wore comfortable jeans, button-downs, and tennis shoes. I was more often than not mistaken for a sub than a Daddy, despite my badge clearly spelling out my status. I couldn’t count on one hand the number of times I’d had someone tell me I’d grabbed the wrong badge. If a boy couldn’t believe I was a Daddy and
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