A Puppy for His Little

by Della Cain

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  A Puppy for His Little

  Copyright 2020 Della Cain

  ISBN: 978-1-68361-378-7

  Editor Wizards in Publishing

  Published by Decadent Publishing LLC

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  About the Author

  Every boy needs a pup, why would Daniel be the exception?

  Luke Bateman works in the high powered tech world in one of the fastest growing companies in the country. He loves what he does, but at the end of the day he likes to embrace his favorite role of all: being a daddy for his boy. He would do anything to keep his boy feeling safe and loved, even if that means bringing in a third.

  Daniel Hawkins fights the good fight every day in his job as a public defender. He makes a difference in his community and would have it no other way, but his career weighs heavy on him and sometimes he just needs to let his adult life slip away and just be Daddy’s boy where all worries are gone and he can just be loved and cherished. He loves his daddy more than anything, but something is missing in their relationship...he can’t place his finger on just what.

  Ryder Meyers has always known a traditional relationship wasn’t for him, but working his way through med school didn’t allow him the time to explore what that might mean for him. One night at the club Collared was all it took for him to find out; he was a puppy. But what was a puppy without a master?

  A date night at Collared turns out to be so much more than just that for Luke and Daniel when they meet Ryder. Daniel feels an instant connection, asking his daddy for a Puppy, unknowing that Luke is on the same page. But when a third gets in the mix and Daddy needs to take on a dual role as Master for his pup, things get complicated in the most beautiful of ways.

  A Puppy for his Little is an MMM romance focused on the true love that blooms between Daniel, Luke, and Ryder. If you enjoy true love, a daddy and master who would do anything for those entrusting him with their care, age play, ABDL, puppy play, and watching three men create their family, then this book is for you.

  A Puppy for His Little

  Collared by Love: Book One

  By

  Della Cain

  Chapter One

  Daniel

  Guilty.

  He was found guilty, and every bone in my body told me he was innocent. He was going to jail because I was not strong enough in the courtroom to set him free. I’d already filed the appeal, but the verdict rang through my head over and over again. Guilty on all charges.

  Inhaling deeply, I slapped on my everything-is-all-right face and got out of the car. Luke had planned a fancy dinner for us, and the last thing he needed was the burden of my day.

  Of course, that plan fell completely by the wayside as I walked into our home, shut the door behind me, and dropped my briefcase on the floor.

  Luke stood in the kitchen doorway, holding two glasses of wine, wearing the jeans that fit him like a second skin, and sporting a newly trimmed beard. When he said he had a special dinner planned, he meant it. gods how I loved that man. “Hello, love,” he said.” It is so good to see you. Was traffic bad?”

  Technically I was only a few minutes late, but those minutes were unusual for me, and I had spent all of them in the driveway having a pity party for one. “No. Just a bad day. Is that for me?” I took a few steps toward him, feigning my best happy-to-see-you face. And I was happy to see him. So beyond happy. But that didn’t make the burden holding me hostage any less intense.

  He took two steps towards me, setting the wine down on the side table as he did.

  “Boy?” he asked. The one simple word held so much meaning—so much power. Did I need to have Danny time? Did I need my daddy? Was I all right?

  I stepped lively, throwing my arms around him. “I need you, Daddy.” And I did.

  “Then have me you shall, sweet boy.” He patted my back gently. “Let’s get you a bath, and then we can have some snuggle time.” Heaven. It sounded like heaven. I didn’t need to worry about anything anymore. Daddy was taking care of it all. Things wouldn’t change as far as work went, but I could have this time out I so very much needed, even if it wasn’t a day I normally was little. Timelines and schedules were fine, but sometimes they just needed to be pushed aside.

  This was one of those times.

  “But what about our fancy dinner?” I followed him into our master bedroom.

  “We shall eat, but it in a way more in line with your needs.” He kissed the top of my head as he led me to the bed. “Hop up, little boy. Tell me what has you so upset as briefly as possible, and then we will move on to your bath.” He opened the drawer and took out the hooded towel, my favorite onesie, and the thick blue underwear with little trains on it. He knew exactly what I needed. Daddy took good care of me.

  “With bubbles?” I kicked my shoes off, already knowing the answer, but it helped me sink deeper into the headspace I needed.

  “Of course.” He placed the onesie, embossed with Daddy’s Boy, and the underwear on the bed, still holding onto my towel. Make that Daddy’s towel. “And your boats.”

  He untucked and then unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it over my shoulders, my tie already disposed of somewhere at the office. The thing had felt like it was strangling me, and it needed to be gone. Then he tapped my arms, and I lifted them, making it easier for him to raise my undershirt up and over my head. “Stand up.”

  I immediately complied, and he opened my belt and pants before pushing them down in one smooth motion then gently patting each foot so he could guide them off me and remove my socks. Boxer briefs came off last.

  There I stood, completely naked, my cock stirring. Daddy ignored it. It wasn’t what I needed now, even if my body responded to his touch the way it always did.

  “Guilty,” I spat as he watched my face, waiting for me to be ready to fill him in on the stressor that had me so worked up.

  “Oh, sweet boy, I am so sorry.” He enveloped me in his arms, brought me close. “I know you worked so hard. Now, let’s get you in a better way. Sound good?” He kissed the top of my head and scooped me up into his arms.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He set me down in the bathroom as he prepared my toothbrush. It sang the ABCs to let me know when I had brushed the desired two minutes.

  “Here you go, little boy. Now, brush your teeth like a good little while I fill your tub.” He ruffled my hair, and I pressed the on button, brushing my teeth up and down with the barely any mint toothpaste, humming along to the song
. When I finished, I took my blue puppy cup and rinsed my mouth. By the time I had grabbed my favorite toys and thrown them in the tub, the bath was ready for me.

  “Let’s get you good and clean.” He helped me into the warm water, and I sank chest-deep, fully immersed in my little headspace. I needed this. I needed my daddy.

  “And play?” I looked up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes.

  “Of course, sweet boy. And play.” He handed me a washcloth to put over my eyes as he wet my hair and washed it with the sweet lavender shampoo. When he rinsed it away, more of my day’s stress went with it.

  “Now, hold onto my arm, sweetie, and lean forward so Daddy can wash your back. After you are clean, we can play boats until the water gets cold.”

  I grabbed onto his arm one as he rubbed small circles on my back with the soapy washcloth.

  “Okay, sit up like a big boy. I need to get your front, too.” He did the same thing to my chest as he did to my back before bringing the washcloth lower and tending to my lower regions and then down each of my legs, ending with my feet. He ignored my pulsating erection. There would be time for that later—when I was Daniel. For now? Now, I needed this.

  “Did you want to play with your boats now?” he asked as he sat back on his heels.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I grabbed my favorite boat off the ledge and filled it with bubbles still floating around the top of the water. Not sure why that particular game was so amusing to me, but it had been since I could remember, and I allowed the comfort of that silly activity to fill me as I kept playing.

  At some point, Luke got up, for when he called my name, he was standing next to the tub with one hand out for me and my hoodie towel in his other.

  “Don’t look at me like that, little boy. Your fingers are little raisins, and the water is getting cold. Besides, we are having your favorite dinner.” He winked as I grabbed his hand.

  “Cheese?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Daddy had ordered me pizza from the little place that just moved into town and made as close to authentic NY style pizza as we could get.

  “For you, yes.”

  I stood and waited for Daddy to pick me up and lift me out of the water. He had been right, it was getting cold, and he ruffled my hair with the hood of my towel before ensconcing me in its warmth and carrying me to my crib. We didn’t use the nursery often for no other reason than we had been so busy. My weekends had been filled with work, and workdays were just that.

  Maybe it wasn’t just the guilty verdict that had me needing this—needing my daddy so.

  “I was going to get you dressed in our room, little man, but I think you need some time in your own space.” He kissed the side of my head as I nodded. “Do you want to wear footie jams or the onesie?”

  The question sounded like a fashion one, but what he was really asking me ran deeper. Did I need to fully immerse myself or did I just need a breather? My footie jams meant diaper and being Danny completely.

  “Can I use my new dinosaur jams?” I asked as we reached the nursery.

  “Whatever my boy needs,” He hugged me close before depositing me on the three-sided crib. We had a fourth side, but it was far less practical than we had realized and, while it was nice on occasion, we rarely found it worth the trouble.

  “Bears or cars?” He held up two choices, and I pointed to the bears. “Very well.” He grabbed my new diaper off the changing table. It had been a game changer when we found a woman in Iowa, of all places, who made custom-sized cloth diapers with the cutest patterns ever.

  We probably gave her a heart attack when we first contacted her asking her if she could adjust the pattern up enough for a full-grown human. No, maybe it wasn’t then. Maybe the heart attack came when we asked for a train on the bum. There was no way she could justify it in her head that this was for an incontinence issue and not age-play kink.

  She got over it right quick, though, as we referred our friends from the club to her and her waitlist for special orders grew. We always went to the head of the list, though.

  “Okay let’s get you all warm and cozy.” He tapped the bed behind me, and I lay back. “Cream time.” He slowly opened the jar of cream he used on me before diapering me up. It was some special one that didn’t mess with the cloth and smelled like lavender fields. He spread it on my cock and balls, in a slow, gentle manner before tapping my left butt cheek. “Legs up. We need to get your bears on.”

  I tilted up enough for him to slide the diaper under me and settled back down as he tugged on the fabric, bringing the top up and over my erection. Luke tucked it to the side before he snapped up the sides, the fabric nestling me in snug as a hug.

  We had played around with diapers when we thought the only option were the ugly incontinence ones. They were meh at best. Then we found some decorated ones and gave them a try. I didn’t hate them, but nothing compared to the feel of the cloth ones, tightened or loosened with a snap, the warms fuzzy insides giving a new set of comfort.

  “Now, let’s get your jammies on.” He slipped my feet into one leg and the other. He helped me stand and guided each of my arms into the sleeves, bending over to reach the zipper and slowly bringing it up to the top where he snapped the suit closed. “Nook nook?” He held out the pacifier I hadn’t notice him grabbing from the drawer, and I nodded as he fed it to me. “You’re such a good boy.” He ruffled my hair.

  “Dinner or nap?” He withdrew the pacifier to allow me to reply.

  “Pizza.” I let out a huge yawn, and he bit back a laugh.

  “Naptime it is. Climb in.” He grabbed the towel and pulled back the sheet, and I climbed into the warmth. “Do you want a bottle and Daddy to sit with you?”

  I nodded exuberantly.

  “Very well. Here is your bear. I’ll be right back. Be a good boy for Daddy.” He kissed my cheek.

  “I will, Daddy.” I put the pacifier in my mouth and watched him walk out of my nursery. Hugging Theodore, my bear, I closed my eyes for just a minute. That minute lasted until morning. It looked like naptime had actually been bedtime.

  Chapter Two

  Ryder

  “You look dead on your feet, Doctor.” Marcy, the charge nurse, smiled down at me as I sat at my desk. “You were off three hours ago.”

  She was right, but that didn’t mean I had finished all that needed doing. After a month at Oakdale General, I saw clearly why they weren’t unhappy when my predecessor took a job at a big hospital on the East Coast. He might’ve been amazing with patients, but his organizational skills were beyond lacking, and even with the online system in place, he never fully committed to the recordkeeping now required.

  “I am on a chair, Marcy.” I winked at the little old woman who just closed her eyes and shook her head in amusement. And I had been sitting here since Dr. Schumer took my place on the ward after finding yet another box of papers that needed to be recorded online.

  “You are not as funny as you think you are. I should hook you up with my daughter.” It wasn’t the first time she suggested setting me up.

  At first I told her I was not looking for anyone. She paid me no mind.

  Then I told her I was bi. She took that as a green light instead of the deterrent most people of her generation might have.

  So I told her I was talking to someone online. She brought her fingers up to her ears. I had a feeling her daughter would climb in a hole if she saw how intent my coworker was on matching the two of us up.

  Or possibly her daughter and anyone. I still hadn’t figured out if she was all about me or all about getting her daughter hitched and her arms filled with grandbabies.

  “We have been over this.” I took my readers off. “I am not interested.”

  She leaned in all conspiratorially. “You need to get someone in your life. At least promise me you will attempt to date?” She patted my back and stood up straight.

  She was right. Or almost right, anyway. I did need someone in my life—at least for the night. I needed to get laid.

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bsp; “I will take that under advisement.” I closed the file folder I’d been staring at for the last few minutes. “I think I will go home, though, and get some rest and food.” I stood up, stretching. My back creaked. I was not ready for that nonsense, being the youngest doctor on staff.

  “Sounds like an excellent plan. Enjoy your days off.” She took the file box I had been working with and closed the lid. “I can put these back in the locked room for you to deal with another time. It took him decades to accumulate all that crap in there. Thinking you can make sense of it in a month is ridiculous.”

  She was exaggerating about the age of the files, of course. It was only the things he added since the change in system I had to worry about. Sadly, that was still an overwhelming amount of crap.

  I shut down the computer and gathered my things. If I stepped lively, I could join the tour at the club I’d found a few nights earlier. I’d never visited one as a single submissive and wasn’t sure I wanted to go to one in that capacity, but I needed to get laid, or get off anyway, and that might be a good place to start.

  A new city was challenging for dating when you were vanilla. Add bi and into submission and that challenge grew exponentially.

  I parked in the garage of my crappy little apartment, and headed up the three story climb to my studio. It wasn’t as awful as it could be and only temporary lodgings until I could decide on a house to buy, but on days like the one I was having, I dreaded walking into it.

  The owners before me had smoked—a lot—and while it was a no-smoking building by contract, the entire structure was an ashtray. I’d gotten most of the stink out of my place thanks to a high-end cleaning service and air purifiers, but that first step when I walked in always hit me hard.

  “It is only temporary,” I reminded myself as I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door and toed off my shoes. “How’s it going?” I walked over to the tank that contained my goldfish, Ralf. I’d first seen him in a little bowl at a pet store, and for some reason that had me buying not only him but a fifty-gallon tank for him. Something about his big eyes that said keep me. And keep him I did, even going so far as to hire a service to help move him when I took the job.