Checkmate

A Session on Age Play

Francis's POV

I felt my phone vibrate next to me as I pulled up to my house. I know it could only be Robin. He always texts me around this time because he knows I've finished work. I don't exactly know when Robin and I started messaging every day but I wasn't complaining. He was a very sweet person, even if I've had a bad day he always knew what to say to make it that little bit better. He's an adorable boy and everything I would want in a submissive but he wasn't mine. Not yet anyway. Yes we scened at least once a week and we seemed to work well but I needed to make sure this is what is right for Robin. Thomas always knew how he wasn't right for certain Subs and he knows that they won't work. I wanted for us to work. I didn't want to hurt Robin. I knew he was still hurting from his last contract. I turned the engine off and got out of the car. I grabbed the shopping bags out of the back and made my way inside. Saying hello to my lab Demon, I didn't choose his name he was a rescue, I placed all my bags on the side. I'll need to cook something quick. I have a training session tonight. I checked my phone and sure enough, it was a message from Robin. "Hi, Sir. I hope you've had a good day at work" I smiled. How sweet.

"Hello, Robin. I have, thank you. It's been busy. I hope you've also had a good day at work." As I set out putting my shopping away, feeding my dog and deciding what I'll be heading for dinner and what I'll be wearing for tonight our conversation was mainly small talk until he sent.

"You've got a training session with Elliot tonight, right? Oh my god! He's going to love it."

"I hope so" I sent back.

"He'll make the perfect little I think."

"No little will be as perfect as you" I didn't even really think before sending him the text message back.

"🥺🥺 you mean it?" He replied almost instantly.

"Of course I do silly boy" I smiled, shaking my head.

"Hehe thank you, Sir 😋."

"It's no problem, darling."

As I cooked my food, a chicken burger on a brioche bun with some oven chips and salad, I realised that through the way I was talking to him and the nicknames I was using for him I had accidentally assisted in helping Robin to slip into his little space. He was trying to hide it but I could tell straight away. His way of typing changes slightly and he uses excessive emoji's.

A little bit later I decided just to flat out ask him because I could feel the mood of the texts change even more. As I was cutting veg I asked him "Robin how old are you?"

"I'm big 🥺."

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. It's okay if you're little. Now, how old are you?"

"5 years old 😣. I'm sorry 🥺. I didn't mean to be little. It was an accident😣." This came back almost immediately after I had sent it. Awe poor baby. Straight away my daddy side came out. I knew I had to look after this boy even if he wasn't mine.

"Baby boy, calm down it's okay, Darling. You can be little with me. It's fine, I promise. Now, what are you doing? You're not using an oven or anything are you?"

"No, sir. I eated before. I don't touch the oven when I'm little. It gets too hot and hurts my hands." I can just imagine him sitting cross-legged in the middle of his living room hugging a pillow looking very confused.

"Good boy. It's very dangerous to use big boy things when you're little especially when they get hot. You don't want to hurt yourself now do you?" I know for a fact Robin is usually more than capable to do even more things than I am and it's not that I didn't trust him it's just a safety precaution.