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Not if Ben could do anything about it. There was no way he wanted to take over in the upper echelons of management. If he had his way, he’d stay where he was. If he wascompletelyhonest with himself, he’d prefer to be demoted to store assistant again, though he knew his perfectionist tendencies would baulk at that.
Tuning back in, he heard, “—him to attend the benefit. He’ll be able to meet some influential people there,” Henry said, puffing out his chest.
“I agree.” Martin turned to him. “Benjamin, make sure you book out that date. You’ll need to attend by yourself because your mother and I will be out of town that weekend.”
Ben’s heart raced, and he forced himself not to shout his happiness to the rafters. “Could you please remind me again which weekend that is?”
Alice sighed. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Benjamin. You need to get your PA to work more efficiently if you haven’t been reminded of the dates.” She shook her head. “It’s the last weekend in September. Remember? We’re going for a long weekend to the Lake District. We’re meeting with many independently wealthy people.”
And that is the only reason they’re going. To see who else they can pull into their circle and use to gain favour.
“I remember now. I apologise. There has been a lot going on at work.”
The conversation turned to the events Henry and Martha were holding in the run-up to Christmas, and Benjamin stayed until his wine glass emptied. Feeling tipsy, he gave his apologies and bid everyone goodnight, trying to walk in a straight line while there was a chance his parents were scrutinising his every movement. When he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it for a moment, then dragged himself up the stairs, using the bannister to help him.
He climbed into the shower after throwing his clothes in the washing basket and stood under the spray for as long as he could stay upright. His legs threatened to bend and not keep his weight, so he dried and fell into bed. Despite his energy levels being at an all-time low, his brain couldn’t stop moving like an express train. There were many things he could think about, but the one that stopped front and centre: Gareth.
He had many questions about the man and his effect on Ben. How had he known what was in his mug? How did he manage to calm Ben down when Ben hadn’t realised he was spiralling? Why did Ben listen to a stranger? Why had it made him more productive than ever before? Why did he not fire the man after being spoken to like an errant child? Or, even worse, a troublesome teenager?
And last but not least, the question that scared Ben the most. Why did he want Gareth to do it again?
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Chapter 5
Gareth
Gareth had waited with bated breath for Felix to come and escort him from the premises. He knew he’d crossed all sorts of boundaries with Ben, but he’d seen behind Ben’s façade. The man was walking a tightrope, and Gareth could see he was teetering. Whether Ben wanted to jump or if he just held too much and couldn’t take it all, Gareth wasn’t sure, but he refused to allow him to do so. There was something between them, no matter whether either of them agreed, and Gareth wanted to know what it was.
When Ben had stopped at the end of the aisle Gareth had been stocking, he’d stared at his boss, waiting for the summons to leave. In the silence, he’d raised his eyebrows, asking if everything was okay in the only way he dared. Ben had nodded and wandered off, leaving Gareth exhaling heavily. At least he still had a job. For how long, he didn’t know because all it would take was for Ben to sleep on it and awake the following day with different feelings about the situation.
There was nothing he could do about it now. What was done was done, and all that.
Ben’s situation and reactions were with him for the entire shift, and the closer he got to the end of his shift, the tenser he became, expecting someone to yell at him and for him to yell back, ending his time with the company. No one did, and he didn’t see Ben either. As he left, he checked the car park but didn’t know which car was Ben’s; therefore, he didn’t know if Ben had arrived or not. It was only six-thirty in the morning, and most people would still be in bed. If there was one thing he’d learnt about Ben, though, it was that he didn’t sleep much and spent far too many hours at work. Gareth would have loved to get that routine out of Ben’s system, but it wasn’t his place.
As much as he realised he wanted it to be.
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Boys, Daddies, Snuggles and More
What do you do in Age Play? by DaddyG
Andyplays231: I’ve heard the term Age Play used in the club I go to, and I wanted to know what it involves. I’m new to the lifestyle and want to learn where I fit in. I’m not sure if it will be what I need or not. Thanks, DaddyG. Andy.
Well, readers, this is a question I get a lot. And my answer is simple. You do whatever you want to do. Of course, there is a more detailed breakdown of what youcoulddo, but nothing is set in stone. You can, and most likely will, find your own way through the process.
However, because I’m such a good friend, I’ll give you a few pointers to get started and see if this is something you might like to explore.
First and foremost, let me say that Age Play is when an adult regresses to a younger age than they are. It could be a baby with nappies, dummies and bottles. It could be a toddler who wants to build towers and knock them down. It could be a pre-teen or teen who becomes unruly and destroys the calm. The terms for these differ depending on the person, but they could be Babies, Littles, Middles or Boys, just for starters. If you are at all unsure, ask and respect what you’re told because everyone is different.
Returning to the subject at hand, what to do in Age Play. The long-winded answer to this is that it depends on what age the boy is regressing to.
Gareth stopped and rubbed his face. He needed more sleep than what he’d got, but no matter what he’d tried, he hadn’t been able to drop back off after one o’clock. Five hours of sleep was less than optimal, but at least he’d had some. It was why he was now working on his next blog post, though, admittedly, he didn’t know how much sense he was making. Luckily, it wasn’t needed for four days, and he had time to re-read it when he was more coherent.
He dragged his fingers through his hair and decided to grab something to eat—he had, after all, been up for three hours now. The kitchen provided the fixings for sandwiches—his favourite. It was a simple meal, but with the different types of fillings he could put in them, they were versatile. If he wanted something simple, he could have a cheese sandwich. If he wanted something more substantial, he could have a chicken, sweetcorn and mayo salad. Or a roast beef with horseradish. Or tuna salad. There was a sandwich filling suitable for every occasion as far as he was concerned.
He’d just taken a bite from his egg mayonnaise when his phone rang, and he cursed. Chewing fast, he pulled it from his pocket and paused. Market Foods was calling. He placed the sandwich on the plate and got ready to hear his dismissal.
