Hux is a regular man, with a regular job. He isn't kinky. His sex is boringly normal.
Until he discovers daddy kink.
We wants to try it all, but his casual partner isn't into it.
Luckily for Hux there are dating apps and horny daddy Ben who is down to teach inexperience babies.

Hux can trace it back to the moment when it all started. He, Phasma, her girlfriend Unamo and their coworker Mitaka were sitting in the bar and arguing about who's the sexiest actor.
"Here, look at that Chris!" Unamo showed them a photo.
"Nope, too skinny," retorted Phasma.

"Are you kidding me?" interrupted Mitaka "I see him on screen, and was all like 'Choke me, Daddy!'"
"Gross," said Unamo.
Then they spend the next hour discussing prom and why 'fuck you relative' was so popular. Hux didn't remember much or what Chris was it. But the idea got him.

That night he dreamed about strong hands holding him down, and a low voice whispering "you are such a good boy", while he whining "Daddy, please harder!"
The next week he spent an unhealthy amount of time looking for pink lingerie, chokers, and clothes he'd never dare to wear.

Hux has a guy who leaves nearby and they casually fuck from time to time.
Nothing serious. He is too friendly and funny for Hux's taste, but the dick is good and he can make a passable omelet.

When they fuck this time, and the guy thrusts particularly hard Hux cries "oh, daddy"

"What?" the guy asks and stops, clearly taken aback by it
"Nothing," Hux mutters. He ruined the mood and now he feels stupid.
"Hux, is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" he withdraw and turns Hux's face to look him in the eyes.
"No, everything great," Hux kisses him to prove it

"Sure, Hugs?"

"Yes, stop asking!" he kisses him harder this time and climbs on top of him. "Lay down, and let me prove that to you.'

Hux rides him till they both come.

"Do you want to talk about it?" the guy asks when they lay together restoring their breath.

"About what?"

"What you while we were..."

"That's nothing. I thought it's okay," Hux looks at the wall "Was that a problem?"

"Yeah, it's weird. I mean we are almost the same age. And you know... you don't like your father that much."

"It wasn't like that. Forget about it."

"It's okay," he chuckles.

"I just want to spice things up," Hux adds lamely. He doesn't know why he keeps explaining.

"No need, pumpkin, your ass turns me on without that porny shit. And reminding me of kids and dads is a sure way to kill my boner," he laughs one more time.

Hux leaves shortly after. He has a meeting early in the morning and staying on Poe's uncomfortable bed then go home to change is not the best idea.

He can't sleep and scroll throw his tl. Then he looks for even more cute pics and ends up dreaming of being spanked and praised.

First thing in the morning, before he changed his mind, he grabs his phone and orders himself some new 'baby' things. Nothing crazy or shameful.
A new pink plug. Actually a set of them
A couple of chokers. They are cheap anyway
And a bottle of lube. A big one. His is almost over

Hux is sure he'll never use any of that outside his bedroom. He's not some freak. And there is a high chance that even in the bedroom he'll never use it with someone else too
Poe finds that repulsive, his friends too, and it's okay. His sex is ok. Why look for something more?

But when the package arrives he enjoys them a lot. He wears chokers, looks at the mirror, makes and deletes photos.
It's nice to imagine that he does that for someone. He uses his own hands to lightly chose himself and mutters daddy.
He fantasizes about wearing plug to work.

He doesn't do that. He wouldn't survive the humiliation if anyone finds out. He spend all his adult life trying to appear older, bigger, more serious.
Still fingering himself before work, and putting the biggest one in, then putting his smart casual closes on is thrilling.

He says it's a brief phase. He says he just needs to get it out of his system.

Then he buys himself pink panties. Just one pair. Only to try it.

Objectively, they are tame, just pink with white laces, but he hides them in the darkest corner of his drawer anyway.

He knows it's stupid. He rarely has guests, and no one will look into his stuff. Even Poe rarely has been in his bedroom.
He doesn't see Poe much anymore. They both have too much work and social life, and by social life Hux means cocktails with Phasma each Fridays - that's it.

The /daddy/ idea took root in his mind. He wants /that/ and why can't he have /that/? He is a grown-up, and if he doesn't experiment in 26 when'll he? (even though he isn't sure what he means by /that/)

Most of what he read about ddlg is too weird for him.
Most porn is gross.

And specific dating sites and app... he is afraid that someone will find him there and he'll be exposed as creepy perv with daddy issues.

So he masturbates in his own room, behind closed curtains, with vague fantasies about big strong daddy with huge dick and husky voice.

Until one Tuesday when he feels especially horny
A real dick isn't an option. Poe is out of town—Hux doesn't care where or why
Hux's staying on his knees and elbows on his bed, wears white socks and pink choker(he fastened it a bit too tight)and plays with the biggest plug he has

Simultaneously, he swaps through potential wank(and fuck) -material on Tinder. It supposed to be fun and sexy, but he was wrong. He swept right only a couple of times, and one of them by mistake
His mood is almost killed, when the next profile appear–
Kylo Ren, 30
The man is hot!

Tall, dark, muscular, nice hair, and groomed goatee.
Hux licks his lips, puts his hand on his cock and moves it faster.
He looks at Kylo's two other photos, and moans. The man is positively sinful in a leather jacked and—oooh—in a white wifebeater.
Hux comes looking in his eyes.

When he can think straight once again he looks more carefully into this Kylo Ren's profile.
Nothing about his job.
Nothing about his education.
Hux is pretty sure that even his name is fake.
Then Hux reads his 'about' section. He holds his breath and can't believe his eyes.

"My name is Kylo Ren, and I'm looking for a pretty obedient Little. I'll praise you if you are a good boy, and spank you if you are a spoiled little brat. Either way you will call me Daddy bouncing on my big D"
Hux's never won a lottery in his life, but it must feel like that.

Hux swipes right without thinking. Then he thinks and freaks out. He has his real—and unique— name and his uni, his boring bio 'My name is Hux. I like ... I dislike... I'm looking for...' and his photos aren't cute or pretty at all.

He should have created profile for that!

Hux hypnotists the screen for about fifteen minutes—check every email and social media, read news, swipes people left—no answer. He goes to the shower where he thinks about Kylo again. But when he returns he has no new notifications.
He turns notifications down before sleep.

He doesn't turn them back in the morning. The silence is killing him.
But that way he obsessively checks tinder every ten minutes or so.
This Kylo Ren just not into him, he must have a dozed pretty boys writing him daily.
He opens the app at home in the evening and squeals.

That's him! That's Kylo Ren. The man he hasn't even met but is already hard for him. Hux can't believe it. A man like Kylo is interested in someone like him.

And the message is also from him.

"Hi, pretty one. This Friday, at 8 pm. The Supremacy Inn. Come prepared."

Hux elated until he thinks about what it implies. In instance it all becomes too real.

It's not like he's a prude. He had one-night stands and casual sex. But not like that. Not with the insanely hot man in a much nicer hotel than Hux can effort.

And what does prepared mean?

He isn't sure what it means in a context of a normal date—clean?with condoms?open?plugged?—but what it might mean in 'daddy'-date. Wear panties?
Hux sits on his bed with the phone in his hand, and isn't sure what to do next
He wants that, but doesn't want to disappoint daddy

After what feels like an hour of bitting his lips, stranding across the room and rereading the message he reminds himself that he's an adult and he can talk.
"Hi, daddy." good stuck at it for another hour, went for the wine and drank one glass.
"I've never done that before."

One more glass, and he finishes the message with "Is that a problem?" He presses send and waits.

And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And drinks.
And hate himself and his own uncertainty.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.

Then a new message arrives.

"Baby, are you a virgin?"

Hux facepalms and curses. How can he be a good boy for this man or for anyone if he can't even write a simple message without sounding like an idiot
"No. That was a bad choice of words. I've never participated in any kind of ddlb or anything like that before. But I want to learn"

He looks at his phone again, the message is read but no indications that Kylo Ren is typing him back doesn't appear.

Hux's contemplating to write him again, to explain it further, but that would be clingy.
It's okay.
It was a stupid idea anyway.

Then he get's another message.

"That's explains your profile. I appreciate your honesty, Armitage. That was a brave think to admit. Let's meet on Friday in the hotel's bar and talk about your experience and expectation"

He reads and with each word his smile becomes wider. Daddy still wants to meet him.

"Yes, I'd love to."
he sends and then, when he feels brave—because daddy praised him for being /brave/—he adds.

"Thank you, daddy!"

the reply comes almost immediately

"You are a good boy, aren't you Armitage?"

Hux swallows hard, and types

"Yes, I am."

and

"For you daddy"

"Baby, are you touching yourself while typing that?"

"Yes, daddy"
That's the truth, but he ponders if it was a bit too much. He doesn't know the rules of this game after all.

Kylo's text evaporates his doubts.
"What would you do if daddy was with you right now?"

Hux closes his eyes trying to imagine this large and controlling man, the man that invites strangers to pricey hotels, in his shabby apartment, and in his squeaky Ikea bed.

"I'd kiss Daddy"

"Where baby?"

"Daddy's lips." the man's lips look plush and Hux licks his own--

--pretending that they are his.

"You're bold babby boy. And then what?"

"I'd touch Daddy's chest."

"Do you want Daddy to touch you?"

"Yes. Please, Daddy!"

"Where, baby?"

"Everywhere. Please, Daddy."

Hux hands sliding over his body, squeezing and pinching, examining it--

--and treating it as Daddy's property.

"Greedy little boy, aren't you Armitage?"

"Yes, I'm Daddy."

"But did you deserve to be touched by Daddy?"

That message stops Hux. He doesn't know what he should answer.

"Daddy please." that's all he can write, all he can thing of.

"You are a brat, Armitage. Daddy should punish you for such behaviour."
"I should forbid you to touch yourself with your greedy hands until we meet."
"Would you obey me, Armitage?"

Message come one after another. Hux reads them and his hands stills.
No! Daddy can't do that!

Hux bites his upper lip to regain the presence of his mind. Is he really going to left his achingly hard dick alone, because some strange—who might be any one, who might not even look like his photos, who might be a prankster— told him so?
"Yes Daddy" he types with both hands.

"You wouldn't lie, so you could touch your pretty little cock, would you, baby? "
"No I wouldn't Daddy" although it's tempting to jerk off quickly before continuing this—whatever this is.
"Will you obey me?"
"Yes!" Hux feels half-crazy. Desperate to please, and desperate to come.

"Are you naked rn?"
"No, Daddy" he wears his home clothes: sweatpants, stretched t-shirt from the last team-building, socks, and underwear.
"Take everything off"
Hux immediately complies, throwing everything on the floor, and /accidentally/ touching himself a couple of times.

"Do you have something in you horny pretty asshole?"
Even in his current condition, Hux feels himself blushing and is hesitant to answer. He types anyways, his fingers trembling; he can't make Daddy wait.

"No, daddy"

"Such a good boy. Do you have stuffed toys, baby?"

The question puzzles him, but it's easy to answer.

"No, Daddy"

"Oh, too bad, baby boy."

Hux bites his lips, sitting on his bed naked, staring at the screen, and trying to decipher what is going on. Is it over? Did he fail?
After a minute of so the next message comes:

"Take your pillow, and go to your bed."

"Done, daddy"

"Good boy! Now put a pillow under your belly and put your phone where you can see the screen"

Hux does as he was said, and types that.

"Use a pillow to pleasure your self, but don't use your hands. And look at the screen"

"Yes, Daddy"
Hux doesn't think anymore he simply follows the orders.

"Good boy."

He humps the pillow like crazy. T's soft, and he's happy to finally give friction to his suffering dick. He moves his upper body so it toches the linens, rubbing his nipples with every thrust.

Hux is peering into Kylo's small photo in the corner of the chat screen.
"Daddy, please," he whines. No one can hear him, and he isn't even sure what he's pleading for. Bruising grip on his hips? A hand that would shove his face into the mattress? Daddy's cock inside him?

Then the new message appears on the screen.

"Imagine me taking your cute little ass in my hands."

Hux imagines that and moans. He doesn't stop rocking back and forth but he tries to find the words to respond or understand if he supposed to.
Before he does that, he sees:

"Imagine me spreading your cheeks so I can see how pink your asshole is, how ready it is to take Daddy's big dick."

"Yes, daddy, yes, yes, please, please" he mumbles. He is really close.

"Imagine my finger touching your rim, rubbing it, pushing inside your tight warm hole."

He's touching himself right now, the thought brightens Hux's brain like lighting. Daddy's touching himself and thinking about fucking me.

That's the last coherent thought before orgasm covers him like a wave. He falls on the bed, his breathing is shallow and uneven.

When he is back to reality, he looks at his phones.
His softening dick twitches from what is on the screen. Kylo has sent him more texts about what he wants to do with Hux's body, and how good his little baby will feel around his big dick.
The last one is:
"Are you okay, baby?"

Oh shit! He types quickly so Daddy doesn't think that he didn't read them.

"Yes, Daddy! I feel wonderful." he doesn't know how to say it playfully so write as it is "I've finished. "

the response comes within few seconds.
"You did? That's great, my dear little baby."

"Now Daddy needs you to clean after yourself, as a good clean boy I know you are."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Excellent! But I want you to clean your pillow with your mouth. Will you do that for Daddy?"
Hux looks at the wet spot on it with doubt. Not that he's repulsed, but it feels weird.

He types"Yes Daddy" anyway and licks the repnant of his own cum, that didn't soak in into the pillow. It's a strange mix of embarrassment, excitement and surrealism
"I've cleaned it, Daddy" he sends dutifully
"Send me a photo of it."
Hux huffs. It shouldn't arouse him but it does

He sends and gets in response
"You are such a good boy, Armitage. What should you tell daddy, after daddy finished playing with you?"
"Thank you, Daddy" he types and means it. Whatever it was it was a fun time
"I see you on Friday, my baby. We'll discuss everything. Sleep tight"

>>How was your day, baby?
It was sent 3 hours ago, and, because Hux'd forgot to turn on the notifications he read it only now at 21.38
He doesn’t know what to tell. He doesn't know if should apologies for not answering. He wasn't expecting any contact until Friday.

<<Fine, thank you, daddy. How was yours, daddy.
After yesterday play he feels great.
The answer doesn't arrive in the next 5 min. He turns the notifications on and goes to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich (if you can call a sandwich bread with thin slice of stale bologna)

3 new messages. Hux smiles, apparently this Kylo is as interested as Hux.
>>Boring and uneventful
>>I had free time and stalked you online, like a creepy stranger from the internet
>>Scared, baby?
Hux huffs, sips his wine. Whatever they do today it definitely not like yesterday.

<<Not much, Kylo What did you find?
>>That you are a smart boy. What does a Master in "Models and Methods of Quantitative Economics"?
<< Didn't you find that?
<<I'm an account manager. Not exactly what I was trained for. I applied for a BA position, but I had to gain experience

Hux doesn't know why he sent him that. It's not like him to whine to random guys. Although, he doesn't sent photos of his pillow wet from his cum and tongue, either.
>>I see.
Great, now daddy things he's pathetic.
<<What about you, daddy? What's your job?
>>Bussiness. It’s boring

>>It's too lengthy to type, I can tell you when we meet. Basically my job can be described as an evil corporate guy in every movie.
<<Are you evil?
>>Not to cute little boys like you Armitage.

that was cheesy, but Hux catches himself smiling again

>> What are you wearing, baby?

<<Nothing, Daddy
Hux fingers types faster that him brain processes it. It’s bad to lie to Daddy, and he was specifically told not to but Hux is not going to admit that he wears his usual shirt with stains, sweatpants, and old socks with a hole.
>>Really? Aren’t you cold, baby?

Finishing the sandwich, Hux wipes his lips his hand and looks at his reflection in the wall mirror. He is the opposite of cute and sexy, but he started it and he won't back off. He press send before he has a chance to chicken out.
<<A little bit, Daddy. Can you come and warm me?

Actually why not? Yes, his apartment is not a fancy hotel, and all he has in his fridge is a cheap half-finished bottle of wine, bottles of souses and frozen lasagna, but smoking hot man will improve the situation, and Daddy Kylo can invite him to his place instead.

>> Didn't you want to discuss our arrangement first, baby?
<< Who said we can't talk when I'm naked, Daddy?
Hux's smile becomes wider. He hasn't flirted with anyone for years, and this game arouses him almost as much as a perspective of riding Kylo's big cock tonight.

>>Brazen baby, that's a tempting offer but you'd have to use blanket for warmth.
Hux's smiles die, and he wonders what he did wrong. Was he too upfront? Should a good baby be shy and prude? Maybe, Kylo has more important plans for today, but it was he who started that.

Dots appear on the screen. Kylo keeps writing. And Hux just waits, trying not to feel defeated because of his rejection.
>> I'm in Chicago right now, my plane is tomorrow morning and in the evening we will talk about why are you wandering around your apartment completely naked.

Okay, Kylo Ren, says Hux to himself, if you think you can first flirt, then reject me, then pretend it wasn't your plan all along, you are wrong. Hux might be inexperienced with daddy/baby game, but his, not a real green baby either.
<<But, Daddy, I'm not completely naked

<<But, Daddy, I'm not completely naked.
Smiling, Hux counts to ten and types.
<<I wear a nice pink choker.
and for greater results, Hux waits a bit more and adds
<<and a pretty little plug in my butt.

Dots appear on the screen. Then disappear. What is he writing for so long?

When finally the message arrives it's much shorter than Hux expected.
>>Are you teasing me, Armitage?

Hux's evening ceases to be boring. He climbs into bed and leans to the headboard. He wants what they had yesterday. He wants orders. He wants to lose himself in this game. He wants Daddy.

<<I don't know, Daddy. And there is no way for you to find out, right?

>>You are playing with fire, baby.

<< But I need fire, it’s so cold here alone.
That one isn't his best, but Hux has never fancy himself as a writer or comedian.

>>Brat! I only let it slide, Armitage, because you are inexperienced and we haven't set rules yet.

<< Are we going to sign a contract?

>>
>> NO.
Hux composes the next response but Kylo is hasted than him
>> But we WILL discuss your questionable taste in literature.

<< 1) I've only watched the movie. And only because the actor is hot.
<< 2) You got the reference, Daddy!

>>Okay, baby, you convinced me. I will take care of your discipline tomorrow.

The perspective of that makes Hux harder.
>>And now put on some clothes. And socks. It's not summer, you are going to catch a cold.
>>But first, baby, will you take photos to make your Daddy happy?

Hux immediately takes everything off and pushes them off the bed. Even a need for folding clothes forgotten. Then he remembers that he lied that he has a choker on.
He types
>>Of course, daddy
and grabs his choker from the drawer. His hands a lightly trembling when he puts it on.

Only when he is ready and his phone camera is turned on he realizes what he's about to do. Sending nudes to strangers is 'how to get in trouble' 101. But he wants to make daddy happy, and he wants to touch himself knowing perfectly well that Kylo masturbates looking at him.

He slowly slides his hand down from his neck—lightly chokes himself, pinches his nipple—to his belly, then strokes between his legs, and that puts him in the right state of mind to do so.
He makes a photo so only his lips, pink choker and the pale chest are visible.
<<[photo]

<<Daddy, is that enough to make you happy?
Hux types with his left hand on his dick.
The next message comes in a couple of minutes.
>>It's enough to make me suffer.
>>Baby you're gorgeous.
Feeling elated, Hux lays on his side, covers himself with his knee, and sends photo to Kylo

>>Baby you are going to be my demise.
>>I'll be fired for wanking in the office.
>>U'd allow me to cum on ur pretty face right little slut?

Hux moves his hard faster simultaneously typing.
<< yes, please, daddy
>>Do you want to know what daddy is going to do with your photo?

<<tell me daddy please
Hux types and begs out loud. He's so close.
>>[photo]
Kylo sent him a photo of his hand wrapped around his dick. Both the hand and the dick are very impressive. Just what Hux needs inside him right now. He sucks his finger and reaches behind teasing his rim

He comes hard collapsing on his side, panting and moaning. It takes him some time to reach back for his phone and check message.

>>I need to go, baby
>>I have meetings for the next couple of hours
>>Sleep well, baby boy
>> See you tomorrow

<< Good luck, Daddy!

Hux is excited. He wakes up on Friday feeling jitters, and he hasn't even left his bed yet. Today is the day he'll meet Daddy Kylo. He everything goes as planned and Hux does his best his sex life will be drastically improved.
Hux doesn't doubt that he'll be impressed by Kylo.

He, on the other hand, has all the chances to be rejected. Till opening his wardrobe today he planned to go there in his work outfit, but now he realizes how stupid he was. He needs to be cute, sexy, playful. But he spent all his adult life trying to be the exact opposite.

All his clothes were bought to make him older, bigger, tougher. 'You dress like a grandpa' Phasma frequently teases him. Looking at a row of buttons down shirt—striped, checked, plain—and a row of cardigans, blazers, and west, Hux for the first time regrets his style.

Hux routinely spends all his free money on clothes. He knows if he wants to succeed he needs to look like a successful person, not a boy who lives in a shitty apartment, eats cheap frozen food, and drinks even chipper wine.
But Kylo doesn't need him in a blazer and Brogue shoes.

And that means five minutes of freak out, and then Hux needs to decide what to wear, buy it during his lunch break, and go home until their date—is it a date?—to change. But it's okay, he can do it, anyway, he wanted to go home before meeting Kylo to shower and prepare.

He can't do it!

Hux skipped breakfast in favor of scrolling through the potential outfits (he ate eat cookies at work). Then he used every free second at work to search for it.

But when he runs to the nearest mall at his lunch break, he doesn't know what to wear.

His idea is to look younger and more innocent, but not like some porn version of a 'little boy' kink. Riding escalator up, he, for countless times today thinks that's it's not fair that it'd be so much easier if he were a girl. He could have worn any short dress with stockings

and he'd be ready. Damn, some of his female coworkers wear that to office and he can't wear a crop top without fear.
But today is not a day for a fashion revolution, Hux thinks smiling, he'll do that after he gets this Daddy, becomes CEO of his own company, and a famous blogger

Today he settles for skinny light blue jeans with a high waist, and a plain white loose t-shirt with Nirvana logo, that Hux finds particularly juvenile. Thankfully he has red converse at home.
He runs back at work, and counts hours till it'll possible to sneak away.

Before living his apartment Hux combs his hair so it falls loose on his forehead. He doesn't use his regular cologne. Then he takes a pullover that he hasn't worn since college from the depth of his wardrobe. He does look younger, but he isn’t sure that he looks cuter.

It's five minutes to eight when Hux enters the Supremacy Inn lobby. He feels doubly self-conscious. His normal outfit'd fit better to such a fancy place but are not sure that he looks attractive enough for Kylo
Hux's never been in a place like that, and he doesn't know what to do

He reminds himself that he's a grown-up, and asks a smiling receptionist. He gets directions and hurries up. He doesn't want to be late for their first meeting. When he gets there he's even more nervous than he was before
Hux looks around for Kylo. He finds him in the dark corner

Kylo is drinking something that looks like brandy and idly scanning the space. He looks for a second at Hux but clearly doesn't notice or recognize him, because he doesn't react at all. Clearly not a good start!
Maybe it's not him,Hux thinks. He reaches for his phone to text Kylo

But before he manages to pull it, he looks at maybe-Kylo again and sees that the man is observing him. It's hard to read his face from the distance in the dim room, but he looks like he's waiting for Hux reacting. One might have this expression when they watch a laboratory animal

It makes Hux uncomfortable. He isn't sure if he needs to put on his usual haughty mask, or if he should play coy and playful baby already. He does neither. Instead, he grins widely, waves and goes to Kylo's—hopefully—direction.
The man grins too and gets up. Oh my, he's tall!

Hux appraises him — damn, he is hotter than his photos. Not only he is tall, but he is also broad and muscular. His face on a static photo looked unusual, but in reality, he's something else. He's easily going to be the hottest man Hux's ever fucked with. If they fuck...

Hux wills himself to get a grip and approaches Kylo.
"Hi, Armitage," he says in a low husky voice.
Okay, now Hux knows that they need to fuck at least one time, so he can hear this man moans. He'll commit it to memory and reply every time he touches himself.
"Hi," Hux say quietly

"Please, take a seat," he gestures to the coach he was previously sitting and then adds "baby" loud enough for a pair nearby to overhear.
Hux feels his cheeks become hotter, and he fights his instinct to check their reaction or look down.
Hux obediently seats down.

And Kylo, surprisingly, doesn't move to the chair on the opposite side of the table, but seat on the couch next to Hux so their legs touch.

"Care for a drink?" he says looking intently at Hux.
A drink! That's what Hux needs rights now. A drink will calm his nerves!