by Quinn Ward
“Do I have to pee pee in it?”
“Nope, not if you don’t want to.” I had picked up everything I’d need in case he did decide to use his diaper, but I’d already had the feeling that was a step too far right now. Little did he know, I planned on teasing him all evening and his diaper would likely be a bit damp from him leaking precum. The thought of that gave me another wicked idea. “But you might still get it messy. Cummies in your diaper wouldn’t be a problem.”
“But I can’t touch unless you tell me to.”
“What if I told you it was okay to make as many messes as you want in your diaper?” I could almost picture him grinding the front of his diaper on the carpet while he watched his cartoons. It was just as likely I’d playfully scold him as to tease him closer to his orgasm. “You wouldn’t be able to touch yourself, but if you’re a very good boy, I might give you rubbies over your diaper while we watch a movie.”
Ash squirmed onto my lap, still clutching the diaper in his hand. “Daaaady, you can’t say those things. It gives me owies. You said you would kiss them and make them better tonight.”
“And I will,” I promised him.
“But I hurt now,” he whined. I ran my hand down his stomach and rested it on top of his dick, my fingertips teasing his balls. He made a high pitch keening, chasing my hand as I moved it. “No, Daddy. Helpies now.”
“Not until you decide what we’re doing,” I scolded him. “Do you want to put on your play clothes with your training undies, or do you want Daddy to put you in a diaper?”
Ash twisted around and checked out his butt. He looked up at me with a brilliant smile. “I think my bottom would be even cuter if it was squishy.”
“I think you may be right,” I agreed, not bothering to hide my amusement. “So, does that mean you want Daddy to change you and then we can go downstairs for more surprises?”
“It’s like it’s my birthday! The only thing missing is cake and a party,” he rambled as he scooted over to the changing pad. He planted his feet on the mattress, legs spread, giving me room to stand between them. “When it’s my birthday, can we invite Matt and Brandon and have a birthday party? I bet Matty would like cake. But we have to have ice cream with sprinkles. Just not too much, because Matty makes it too big and then I get a tummy ache.”
My boy was still traumatized by how he’d felt the day Matt invited him out to play a game on their phones and they’d wound up sharing a huge sundae. Brandon and I did our best to be stern Daddies, but it was hard when they were both so cute when they were grumpy.
“I’ll keep that in mind. When is your birthday, buddy? I feel like this is something a good Daddy should know.” It was funny how certain things didn’t seem all that important. I did remember it was his twenty-first. I’d have to talk to William to see if he could help me give my buddy a proper birthday party. We could go to The Lodge and have it in the playroom. Maybe I could even get William to invite some other Daddies and their boys so it was a fun party. Jack was missing out on a huge market if he hadn’t considered offering birthday parties in the playroom.
“Not ‘til the end of April.” That would be tricky because it would be close to finals time, but we’d make it work. “Does that mean you’ll plan a surprise party with lots of surprises for me?”
“If I tell you, it won’t be much of a surprise, now will it,” I teased, booping his nose. I ducked down, reaching for the black and red backpack I’d picked up for myself. Eventually, I wanted us to be able to go out when he was little, and that meant I would need a diaper bag. Even if he wasn’t diapered at the time, Ash tended to be a mess maker. He’d definitely need extra clothes.
“What’s that, Daddy?” Ash propped himself up on his elbows, watching as I unpacked the bag. He squealed when he saw the onesie I’d ordered from the same place I got the diapers. “Is that for me? I get to wear a onesie and my diaper?”
I nodded. Ash flopped onto his back, declaring I was the best Daddy ever. I wasn’t sure about all that, but as long as I was his best Daddy ever, I’d take it. “Lift up, buddy. We need to get you out of your pants and undies.”
If I hadn’t done as much research as I had to make sure I was totally ready for this moment, I might have been upset to see that, for the first time all day, Ash was soft.
“Such a good boy,” I praised him, bending down for a quick kiss once he was naked from the waist down. His hands fisted in the sheets were the only outward sign of how nervous he was. “Remember, you can change your mind whenever you want.”
“I know, Daddy. That’s why I’m brave enough to try something new.” I drew a line from the tip of his nose, down his chin, to his sternum and belly button. He wiggled, but still didn’t get hard. “That tickles.”
I pulled a wipe out of the container and warmed it in my palm before cleaning him. He wasn’t messy, but I wanted to get him comfortable with the process. Eventually, he might be getting changed after using his diaper, and he’d need to be used to my touch so he could learn the difference between caretaking and arousal.
“Bottom up,” I directed him as I unfolded the diaper. Ash rested his hand on my forearm as I smoothed out the diaper and wrapped it around his body. It didn’t take long, and I was pretty sure it was secure by the time I had the little adhesive tabs in place.
Neither of us said anything as I rested a hand against the front of the diaper, marveling at how content he looked. His eyes were glassy and his smile was lazy. Diapers were definitely going to be part of our new weekend routine as long as they made him this relaxed.
15
Chase
“Buddy, it’s time to start picking up your toys.”
I looked up at the DVR, surprised to see that it was almost six o’clock. After Daddy put me in my diaper and onesie, we’d come downstairs so I could play. The coolest part of Daddy’s house was the window seat that had hidden storage. And the best part was all the toys he’d put in there just for me.
Even though Daddy told me I was allowed to get sticky if I wanted to, I’d settled into my happy place and hadn’t even thought about the diaper or how exposed I was. When I got cold, Daddy covered me up with a blankie.
It was the bestest day. But now Daddy wanted me to clean up and I wasn’t done playing. I turned my head and pouted. “Just a few more minutes? I’m almost done building my rocket ship.”
“Dinner’s ready, Ash. It’s time to clean up.” Daddy made me tingle when he used that rumbly voice. I scooted around on the floor instead of walking like a big boy. The front of my diaper pushed on my bits and the tingles got worse. I rocked back and forth a few times because Daddy said I could. He said I could get as messy as I wanted as long as I didn’t touch myself. That’s why I was sad when Daddy grabbed my hips, lifting me so my bits couldn’t touch the floor. “Oh no you don’t. You’ve had all day to play, now it’s time to eat.”
“But Daaaaady,” I whined. “Please? I promise I can be fast.”
“Nope. You’ll have to wait until after dinner now,” he warned me. I flipped around so I was sitting on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest. Daddy laughed at my pouty lips. “Trying to look cute isn’t going to make me change my mind. I’ll help you pick up. You don’t want dinner to get cold, do you?”
I scrunched my nose. Cold dinner sounded icky. “Can I leave my rocket ship together and finish later?”
Daddy very carefully picked it up and put it in the window seat. That wasn’t where it went. I didn’t want it hiding from me, I wanted to see it and work more after dinner. “If there’s time to play later, Daddy will help you get it out. Otherwise, it’ll be there next weekend.”
“Okay.” I let out a grumpy grunt. At least he didn’t say I had to break it and start over. Clean up went fast with teamwork. Daddy hugged me tight and gave me kisses when it was all done. He patted my squishy butt a couple of times, too. I grumped again because that made the tingles come back.
“Come on, trouble. After dinner, I think it’s going to be tim
e to get ready for bed.” The way Daddy looked at me as he said it did even more funny things to my insides. It was like I was the specialest thing ever and he couldn’t wait to do things to me. That’s how I felt about him, too.
“It’s a spaceship plate!” I squealed, rushing to the table as soon as I saw my new plate and cup. It wasn’t until I pulled out my chair that I saw another surprise. “A bib?”
“Little boys are mess makers. I thought you might not want to get any stains on your new shirt,” Daddy explained as he put the bib on me. He thought of everything. I smoothed down the bib, which was special made for boys like me. “Thank you, Daddy. I love it!”
Daddy kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad, buddy. Now, let’s eat so we can get you in the bath.”
“And you’re going to clean me up while I play with my boats?” Even though I’d asked him a million billion times, Daddy smiled at my question. That was answer enough. “And then you’re going to kiss my owies? You said you would.”
“I’ll kiss them until you’re all better,” Daddy promised. “Eat first.”
It wasn’t easy using the little fork Daddy gave me. My food kept falling off and I couldn’t stab any food onto the end. Noticing my problems, Daddy got up from the table. I thought he was going to make me eat with a big people fork, but he handed me the matching little spoon. “Maybe this will be easier.”
It wasn’t. It was okay for the potatoes, but I was mad at how hard it was to eat fast. I slammed my spoon on the table and picked up a carrot. It was mushy. I didn’t like cooked carrots. But I ate them because I was supposed to clean my plate. Every bite got stuck in my throat. I looked up and noticed Daddy watching me closely.
“Wha-?” I asked around the last of the icky carrots.
“You could have said you didn’t like them,” he pointed out. He shook his head and set down his own fork. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He was upset with me. Daddy quickly scooted his chair closer to mine and pulled me into a hug. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I wanted to be in the clean plate club. Good boys are supposed to eat what Daddy gives them.”
“Is that something you read on one of the blogs you told me about?” He turned both our chairs so we were facing one another, one of his legs slotted between mine so he could be as close as possible. I nodded. Before I had a Daddy of my own, I had learned everything I could about being little. A lot of it had focused on how to be little when you didn’t have a Mommy or Daddy to take care of you, but I also read a lot of things about how to be a good boy when you did have a Daddy who loved you. Daddy cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Baby, what works for other people doesn’t mean it has to be a rule for us. We make the rules.”
“You do,” I corrected him.
Daddy scowled at me. “No, we do. If I make a rule you don’t agree to, I expect you to tell me, just like I would tell you if there’s something you wanted that I couldn’t do. But right now, I am going to give you a rule. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me. I would like you to try one bite if it’s something new, but then you can say you don’t like it. Okay?”
That would have been good to know before I ate those gross carrots. They weren’t as icky as when I was a kid, but still not something I wanted to put in my mouth. “I like that rule.”
“Good. Now, how about you pick out a book to read while I clean up,” he suggested. I felt like I should help him, but he’d tell me if he wanted help.
I felt myself coming out of little space a bit following the disastrous end of dinner. I wasn’t sure if that was because I’d been thinking too hard or because I knew what was going to happen later. Maybe it was a combination of the two.
I sat down on the living room floor and started flipping through the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. For someone who didn’t have kids, Jay’s mom had a whole library of kids’ books laying around. I heard Jay come into the room, but he didn’t say anything. I looked up to see him standing over me, his hand reaching for the book in my hands. “This was one of my favorite books when I was a kid.”
When he flipped through the pages, I could almost see his mind going back in time. His thumb flicked over the worn edges of the paper. I hadn’t seen it before, but I wanted to know what it was about that book that made him smile like he was remembering happy times. I twisted around, using his pant legs to help pull myself up. “Will you read it to me tonight?”
“Yeah, I think this is the perfect book. Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I looked around the living room, trying to make sure we hadn’t left anything out. Jay’s mom said she wasn’t going to be home until tomorrow afternoon, but in case her plans changed, I didn’t want her coming home to my messes. I quickly picked up my binkie, blankie, Pika and Evie. “Bath time?”
“I think you’ve waited long enough.” Daddy held me as he ran a hand down my belly. He squeezed the front of my diaper and I whined, tightening my arms around his back. He rubbed me a few times and I buried my face against his shoulder, trying to hide how turned on I was. “Don’t you dare hold back on me now. You’ve been such a good boy today. I bet you’re still dry, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I didn’t get sticky,” I promised him. “You said I could, but then I was playing, and I didn’t think about my winky at all.”
But I was now. Now, it was the only thing I could think about. Daddy backed me toward the stairs, never letting go of my diaper. He tugged on the bottom of my onesie, popping the snaps as my heels hit the bottom step. I would have fallen down, but Daddy protected me. He held me close.
“We should get upstairs,” he suggested, grinding his cock against the front of my diaper. I giggled because the word cock was silly. But Daddies had cocks, not winkies. And that had me laughing even harder. Daddy quirked an eyebrow, setting off a full-blown giggle fit. “Care to tell me what’s so funny?”
“You have a cock and I have a winky,” I explained through my laughter. He cocked his head to the side, smirking as he waited for me to tell him why that was so funny. I didn’t know, it just was.
“Okay, Goofy Gus, let’s get you cleaned up.” I followed him up the stairs. The bathroom was across the hall, and it didn’t seem big enough for two of us. Daddy paid no attention to that as he started the water and poured tons and tons of bubbles into the water. “Hands up, time to get you clean.”
By the time Jay finished washing me, I felt floaty, and not in a good way. I wanted to stay little, but it wasn’t possible when the tip of his finger kept pushing against my hole.
“Please, Jay,” I begged, lifting my hips to give him easier access. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “I don’t want to wait longer. I want you to fuck me.”
Jay’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, probably to scold me for my language, but it was the easiest way I could think of to let him know where my head was at. This was my first time, and I didn’t want to forget a second of it. I didn’t want to be little for it, I wanted to make sure it was Chase and Jayden in that bed.
Jay must have realized what was happening because he stood and handed me a towel. His gaze roamed over my entire body as I stood in the tub, water running down my skin. I had never felt as wanted as I did when Jay looked at me with so much fire in his eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip and let out a low grunt. “Fuck, Chase. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to last long tonight with you looking like that.”
“I look the same as I’ve always looked,” I pointed out. I’d only caught peeks of Jay naked, but he’d seen every inch of my body already. I was a little soft around the middle, not cut like he was under his shirt. I still had a smooth chest, devoid of the trail of hair most guys had. I didn’t think I was anything special, but Jay made me feel like I was.
He reached out, running a finger over my dick, which was quickly coming on board with what was about to happen. “You’re so fucking wrong. There’s something about seeing the way you trust me that turns me on like you woul
dn’t believe. Knowing that I’m the one you trust…fuck, baby.”
The pet name sounded different now than it usually did. He held my hand as I stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around my waist. He watched as I used a second towel to dry my hair. It was disconcerting having him staring at me the entire time and not touching me. He reached down and adjusted himself.
“You could get comfortable, you know,” I suggested. It wasn’t fair that I was naked, other than my towel, while he was still fully dressed. My hands shook as I took a step closer. I ignored the voice in the back of my head telling me I was going to do something wrong. Jay knew best, and he said I did a good job the last time he’d let me suck him off. I took another step. “It doesn’t seem fair for me to be naked and you still have all your clothes on.”
“Is that how it’s going to be tonight? Are you going to be pushy the whole time?” Jay teased. I swallowed hard as I took the last step to press my body against his. I reached down and cupped his dick, loving how he twitched and moaned at the contact. “Fuck. You keep doing that and it’ll be over before we get started.”
“I’ve heard that makes it even better for round two.” I really hoped he didn’t hear the way my voice cracked. I was trying to exude confidence, but I was in so over my head. Hell, I hadn’t even been able to give him a blowjob without him guiding me through it.
To hammer home the point that I wanted the two of us on even footing for tonight, I dropped to my knees as gracefully as I could. The towel fell to the floor, offering the slightest bit of padding for my knees. My fingers fumbled around as I undid the button on his jeans. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, and blinked slowly a couple of times.
“Fuck, Chase.” Jay bit his lip and threw his head back as he groaned. “You’re impossible to say no to, do you know that?”
“It’s only part of my charm,” I quipped. “Can I suck you, Jay?”