by Della Cain
“Here.” I handed it to Ryder. “Two pumps and then rub it into his chest really well. Don’t want our boy getting dry skin, do we?” Our just slipped out so naturally it should’ve startled me. Instead it warmed me from the middle.
He did it and I watched as Ryder squirmed. Oh yeah, he was getting hard touching Danny.
“Now, stand back, and I will change him up right quick.” I took his spot, unsnapping his diaper, removing it, and wiping him down with a wipe. He hadn’t used it, the little tease. He just wanted Ryder to witness this, my guess was, so he would feel more comfortable in his own transformation to a pup before our eyes.
“Look at you. You can’t be comfortable like this.” I held up his erection. “I better put some cream on it.” It was a blend that included a little bit of warming to make my boy squirm. I rubbed it in and asked Ryder for a diaper, pointing to the place where I set down Danny’s two favorites, right next to the mitts.
“Did you always have these?” He pointed to the mitts.
“Nope.” Danny popped the P. “I told Daddy I needed some, though. He told me to be patient and not push. Daddy’s rules are hard.” He turned out his bottom lip.
“I see why you give him a pinkie at the club.” Ryder barked out and I joined him. It was funny because it was true.
I held my hand out, and he put the lion diaper in my hand. I made quick work of snapping it up and getting Danny dressed.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” I set Danny on the crib. “Behave.”
As if Danny had any intention of doing that. When I came back in, he had Beau’s dog bed set out, the one I had stored in the closet until the right time. Sometimes I questioned whether Danny was the one in control.
No.
No question to it. He was, and I loved how it kept me on my toes.
Chapter Eighteen
Ryder
“Your daddy is going to be upset with you,” I reminded him as he crawled to the closet and asked me to open it for him. Shit. He was probably going to be mad at me, too.
“Open.” He tapped on the door, and of course I did. He was so open like this. I saw glimpses of it at the club, but here in their home, it was so apparent. His honesty shone through everything he did. I never had to second-guess if I was doing what he wanted.
I couldn’t say the same for Luke. He was still a bit of a mystery. A mystery I planned to solve.
I opened the door, expecting a train or something playful and instead a pillow fell out on me. No. Not a pillow. A dog bed.
“Daddy got it for you,” Danny explained. “Turn it over.”
I did and was blown away by what I saw. BEAU
“You had this made for me?” I asked, still in shock. We barely knew each other even if I felt closer to them than I had with anyone I’d been naked with in—well, ever.
“It goes in front of the bookshelf near my bed,” he explained, crawling back. I pretended not to notice his shirt matched the fantasy I shared with them. I couldn’t even pinpoint why. Maybe I didn’t want to rush to that end and have our time be over, or maybe I was afraid to jinx it. It was probably a little bit of both.
My cock noticed, though. I very much noticed.
I grabbed the bed and put it where he said just as Luke walked in. I never saw him more daddy than that moment as he stood there just staring at the pillow, holding up two fingers.
“Thank you.” I ignored the fingers. They weren’t for me.
“Apiece.”
Shit. They were for me.
“Thank you and sorry?”
Over his shoulder hung my bag, which I had somehow missed.
“Let’s get you to the bedroom, pup. Do you want Danny to stay here and play with Theodore?” he asked, and Danny immediately crawled to his bear, letting me know staying would be fine with him, and part of me wanted him to, but I felt guilt seeping in. He had let me see him at his most vulnerable, and there I was wanting to be more private.
“You are thinking too hard,” Luke scolded. “Danny, please stay out of trouble while I get our pup.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He held up his bear. “Yes, Daddy,” he said in a higher pitched voice.
“Pup.” He was taking control. Thank goodness. I needed that.
I followed him into the bedroom, and he handed me the bag. “Take out all your gear or give me permission to.”
“You can,” I squeaked. They were the only items in there, but I appreciated his offer.
“Let’s see what we have.” He pulled out the hood. “You are going to look so perfect in this. Why don’t you take off your shoes and socks.” Meaning—do it. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed them as he took out the mitts.
“Have you tried these on for more than a few minutes?” I nodded. “Good boy. Now, how about that shirt?”
I yanked it up and over my head, then set it down beside me.
“I see some tails. Hmmm.” He took one out and then the other along with its harness. “I wonder which we should use.” He tapped his chin. “Pants.”
I stood up enough to take them off and then sat back down.
“You went with a jock. Does that mean you prefer this one?” He held up the tail. It was shorter than I thought probably suited me, but I didn’t want to jump right in and not have the best experience possible for a first time.
“I figured the jock was safe for whatever Master wanted.”
“Explain.”
“I could use it with either tail, and it is not too covering. I can also take it off.” Which was how I always imagined it.
“I think you like that option best. Take them off.” I got up and slid them off, my cock no longer hidden by the fabric.
“Did you take care of your needs at all today?” he asked as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Yes, Master. That’s why I didn’t come in my pants yet, I imagine.” There was no way I was coming into this to come in the first five minutes. We had all day, and I wanted to use it.
“You stumble on Master,” he noted.
“I do.” Why bother pretending otherwise. “It doesn’t feel like you.”
“Because I’m Daddy.” I bounced my head up and down. “How about this—when it feels right to you, when you feel like you belong, start calling me Daddy. Not because I told you to or because you feel you should but because it feels right to you. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” I barely got the word out, emotion filling me as I processed what he’d just said. He was opening himself up to be so much more for me, if I wanted it. Which I did—I thought I did at least—but not yet.
“Now, let’s get you suited up. There’s an impatient and mischievous boy waiting to play with you.” He held out a mitt, and I slipped my hand inside. Then he did the other.
“Today is going to be a bit low-key and lazy. Partly because I think that is what your pup needs and partly because you need knee protection before we do any run-around play.”
He held up the hood, and I leaned in to allow him to put it on me. “I noticed you didn’t bring a collar, and I understand that. Do note that Daniel is not collared, he is my boy, so if you want one for play, I would be happy to give you one that means just that—like at the auction.”
“Please.” I had hidden mine in the side pocket, not wanting to be presumptuous, second-guessing my wearing one that first night. “It’s in the side pocket with the zipper.”
“Good boy.” He stroked my head over the mitt, the leather caressing me with his touch, and I found myself leaning into his hand. “My good brave boy.”
He took it out and put it on me, the leather not too snug, but snug enough to be known. I loved it.
“Would you like tags for your collar?” My head bounced up and down. “I guess I need to get on that if I am going to be a good d—master for you. Now, on the bed on all fours. I want to see you in your tail.” I climbed up as he walked out with the tail. It took everything I had not to follow him and if he had been gone even a minute longer I might have.
“You are such a good obedient boy.” He stroked me from the top of my head down to where my tail would be when he returned. “I cleaned your tail for you and brought some lube. Would you like me to put it in or you?”
My cock was already about to explode.
“I think I’d better this time,” I sighed. “It might be safer.”
“Are you afraid to come too soon?”
“Kind of.” I really didn’t want to go home early. Leaving last time had sucked, and if I could draw it out, I planned to.
“How about this. You can put it in. but only because I want you to feel comfortable. In the future, please know I will not own your orgasms unless you need me to.” How had I missed the idea of getting a caretaking dom for so long? It was so different than I was used to and so powerful in its non-power. If that was even a thing.
“Okay.” I removed my hood and mitts, flipped open the cap of the lube, and coated the tail. When I slowly inserted it after opening myself up with my slick fingers, it felt good. Different from my other toys because of the pull of the tail. I gave my ass a wiggle. It was not helping my erection problem.
“Here.” He handed me a warm cloth. Where did that come from? Did I miss him slipping out while I was slipping it in? Ninja Daddy.
“What’s so amusing?” He held my mitts one at a time for me to put back on.
“I didn’t hear you leave. You are like Ninja Daddy.”
“Maybe I’ll get that on a T-shirt.” He gave me a long pet. “Let’s get your hood back on, Beau, and see what our little boy is up to.”
And as he pulled the hood back over my head, he gave my tail a slight tap, and all was right in the world.
Chapter Nineteen
Danny
It was hard to be good. I didn’t want to be good. I wanted to watch Beau get his tail, but Daddy had made me promise not to push, and he wavered in his response, so there I sat with my bear, staring at the door.
It was taking forever.
And then forever again.
Daddy was right. I needed patience.
I crawled over the basket I had hidden under my bed. The one with the toys I purchased one day on a whim as I waited for a report to come in on a case I was working on. I had been scrolling through my phone and there it was, a crafter that specialized in homemade dog toys for human pups. Because the way our phones delivered ads wasn’t at all creepy.
The basket held a few cloth toys including a dinosaur and a bunny as well as a rope toy and a few handmade cloth balls that were soft enough not to make Daddy mad if I threw them in the house.
“Have you been a good boy?” Daddy asked, Beau at his side.
“My puppy is here!” I squealed and crawled over until Daddy held up two-and-a-half fingers—a warning. I rolled back until I was sitting on my cloth-covered diaper and spread out my legs for balance, my open hand extended like I’d been shown. Sometimes daddies were no fun.
Beau treaded over and nudged my hand.
“I got you presents.” I kissed the top of his nose and crawled over to the basket.
“Try not to overwhelm him, please,” Daddy warned.
“Fine.” I huffed. “I will give you one now, Beau, and then later another if you want.” He wagged his tail, his cock glistening at the tip as it was fully erect and mostly pointing to me.
“I thought you would like this dinosaur. It matches your shirt from the other night.” And mine. I held it out for him, he opened his mouth wide, and I inserted it where the little almost binkie-type part was built in for him to hold on, and he bit right down and then pranced around the room with it, me behind him laughing.
We played that game for a while, Daddy sitting in the oversized rocker watching us and giving Beau a pet anytime he walked by. It had been a long time since I’d had so much fun. Beau was beginning to look a little in need, his erection red and begging for release. So like a mischievous boy who didn’t listen, I decided to do something about it and climbed on my crib, patting it for Beau to join me. I was going with the it is always easier to ask forgiveness later principle.
Damn, my ass was going to be so sore.
It would be totally worth it.
“Daddy, can I wear my new mitts?” I asked while Beau curled up on the end of my bed, his eyes glued to them. “I love music.” And watching my pup come undone.
“Five, and yes you may. I’ll help you.” I loved how he wasn’t going to let me get away with things while at the same time indulging me. Best. Daddy. Ever.
He came over and sat on the crib between us, Beau curled up his eyes watching us through his hood. Daddy put one, then the other on and then leaned against the crib rail and patted his lap, “Here boy.” He patted it again. “Does Beau want a pet? He’s been so good today.”
Thank you, past Daddy, for getting the crib so oversized.
Beau climbed over to him, setting his head on Daddy’s lap. Daddy petted him in low strokes, praising him for being such a good boy and brushing his tail with each long stroke.
My diaper, which had been snug since it was put on, was getting painfully so, and I reached down to give it some pressure to ease the need, resulting in Beau wagging his tail.
He liked it.
I’d been worried, knowing from experience fantasies weren’t always as sexy in real life, but seeing his tail wag away as Daddy petted him, the bulge in his pants growing just encouraged me to continue.
Unlike the version he told us that night, I didn’t even pretend to be coy about it. I was needy, so freaking needy. I stroked myself over my diaper, the pressure almost enough, but not quite. Daddy continued to pet him as Beau rolled onto his back all but pleading for more.
Daddy wrapped his hand around him, stroking him as his other hand held out a condom.
I snatched it from him, his hand slowing. “Get naked first,” he said, and I accomplished it in record time. I thought it was to give him full access, which he took advantage of, but later he told me it was so that Beau wouldn’t possibly get pulled from the scene by me being little and sucking his cock. Either way, I accomplished my goal and was back in the crib like lightning, waiting for further directions.
“Pup, do you want a lick.” His tail went at record speed, and Daddy let go of him and held his hand out for the condom, slipping it on him as I situated myself so I had full access to his cock and Daddy had full access to mine.
I worked Beau’s cock with my hand and mouth as Daddy stroked me. Like connecting a circuit things moved fast. Our panting breaths were the only noise in the room, and it was over almost before it started, both of us losing control within a minute. It was heady. Perfect. Mind-blowing.
“Beautiful,” Daddy praised. “Now let me get you two cleaned up so we can take a nap. I think we will need our energy later.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sat upright to give him room to move, Beau jelly on the mattress. Daddy had been right. He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Please let us be able to keep him,
Chapter Twenty
Luke
The club was slow. Which was to be expected since it was a Monday night. But we’d learned to become more flexible in our scheduling now that we had a doctor in our life. It was only our second time back since the auction and the first time we were all there just as friends, not to do a scene or be in our roles, just to be.
Our friends James and Hans were there, but more to play than to just hang out, Jimmy wearing his footie pajamas and whining about Danny not being there until his daddy stuck a pacifier into his mouth and threatened the harness for it. Leave it to Hans to be able to turn a pacifier into a custom ball gag.
“It was nice to meet you, Ryder.” Hans held out his hand and when Ryder went to shake it, he pulled him into a hug.
“That’s his way of saying welcome to our family,” Daniel said, and it was true. Hans was like that. Hugs, even handshakes had to be earned.
“Luke, call us for a playdate with the three of you?” he asked.
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bsp; “I will see what I can work out.” It would have to be with both of their approval. Ryder was getting more and more confident in his role as a pup, falling deeper and deeper into it, but that didn’t mean he was up for a full-on playdate with two littles. Especially one as naughty as Jimmy.
The two of them left and, after a brief discussion, we decided to follow suit. Daniel had court in the morning, and I had a meeting at nine to prepare for. Ryder was the only one of us who had off. His schedule was a challenge. But if we had to have one, that was the best kind to have. Challenges with personalities were much harder to work around.
Ryder had met us at the house for dinner earlier, and his car was still there, so getting him back home wasn’t going to be an issue. Getting him to stay might be. Daniel and I had wanted him to stay since that first night when we gave him his hood. Ryder just didn’t seem ready. That didn’t change with any of our other joinings.
Tonight, that would change or at least be discussed. Sometimes I wondered if I was dominant enough for two. Caretaking flowed through my veins and grew with each day. The decision-making part I struggled with. Not with Daniel. He was mine and had long since expressed a desire for me to pretend to be in control—pretend because it was very much the other way in many respects.
Ryder? That was different. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to submit completely. Other times it was as if he almost wanted to be almost an equal and take care of Danny with me. Both or either of which would be fine. I just needed to figure it out.
We pulled into the driveway, and Daniel spoke as I turned off the engine. “You need to come in, Ryder. I need you tonight.”
Yeah. Daniel was in control of both of us.
He didn’t respond with words, instead climbing out of the car and opening the door for Daniel, helping him out and kissing him soundly as I followed them out. It was hot as hell.
“If we take this inside, we can get naked.” I walked around the car and slapped Ryder on the ass.
We were barely in the door when clothing started dropping and hands were everywhere. It took me stepping in to get us all the way to the bedroom for no other reason than the supplies we needed were there. I was looking forward to the day we could drop the condoms, when Ryder opened up for a commitment in words and not just actions, when he called me Daddy.