by M. A. Innes
Easing the tight jeans over Mason’s ass and thighs, Edward leaned down to help Mason out of his pants. Helping his boy to balance, Edward waited until the jeans were off completely before running his hands up Mason’s legs. The fine, blond hairs on his legs, nearly invisible, tickled Edward’s hands as he caressed his boy.
Mason moaned in pleasure and pain as Edward stroked the sensitive skin around the juncture where Mason’s leg met his groin, teasing the area around Mason’s cute training underpants.
Thicker than regular briefs, with cute little toys and cartoon characters on the fabric, Edward found them just as perfect as he’d imagined they would be. No more regular underwear for his boy.
Arching into Edward’s touch, Mason seemed to be caught between the pleasure from Edward’s hands and the pain of his trapped cock trying to swell in the tight confines of his cage. With every moan of pleasure, Mason gasped and Edward could see the jerk of the cage.
Pulling the briefs down, Edward inspected the cage for any signs of chafing or rubbing against Mason’s cock. Running his hands around Mason’s hips to play with his ass, Edward slid the training pants down Mason’s legs.
The little shivers that raced through Mason were now wracking his body. Edward wasn’t sure if it was from the touch or from simply being naked and on display.
“Look at how pretty you look in your cage, sweet boy.” The growl in Edward’s voice was unmistakable.
Mason looked down and blushed under Edward’s scrutiny. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“I have to admit when the topic of a restraint first came up I looked at it more as a tool to help you follow instructions than anything erotic. I find that I have changed my mind, however. Watching your soft cock, trapped and under my control is one of the most stunning sights.”
His blush intensified, but Mason didn’t look away. “So you’ll…you’ll want to put it on…on me again?”
“Most definitely. I think that this will be a regular part of our play. How have you felt about being under my control?” Edward knew that if it were completely up to him, Mason would be in his cock cage on a regular basis, but only if it hadn’t bothered Mason. If his boy found it objectionable then he’d have to reconsider.
Mason’s blush lit up his entire face, but he still didn’t hide his reaction from Edward. Feeling very proud of his boy, Edward waited for Mason’s response.
“I—I” Mason took a deep breath. “I like it.”
He paused before continuing his explanation. “I like being under your control and not being able to…touch myself. It’s been hotter than I expected. I kinda thought that it would just be frustrating in a bad way but it was actually frustrating in a good way.”
“Frustrating in a good way?” Edward wasn’t quite sure he understood Mason’s explanation.
“Well, frustrating like I wanted to touch myself but I knew I couldn’t and that just made me want it more. Then I started thinking about you being in charge of me…my cock and it was still frustrating but arousing too.” Mason paused and took a deep breath before he continued.
“I like it when you take charge of me. Even if I don’t like the actual thing that’s controlling me. I’m not sure that makes sense.” Mason was frustrated. Edward could tell that he was trying to be a good boy and not hide what he was thinking.
“No, Boy. I’m beginning to understand. And I am very proud of you for doing your best to clarify your thoughts.” Mason had done an incredible job of explaining his thoughts. Much better than their typical conversations.
“I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my punishment and why you had to punish me.” Mason finally looked away from Edward. “I don’t want to disappoint you again.”
“I’m very proud of you. I’m glad you’ve thought about your punishment but you could never disappoint me. I will always be proud of my boy.” Edward hoped that Mason could hear what he wasn’t saying. He was more than simply proud of his boy.
He was also going to have to take some of his own advice and make sure he was just as open with his boy. It wouldn’t serve any purpose for their communication to falter just because he hadn’t found a way to be as honest as Mason.
Running his hands over Mason’s ass, Edward loved to watch the pleasure race through him. He couldn’t wait to see how Mason would react once the cage was off. Then again, he looked so enticing locked away that Edward was reluctant to take it off.
Mason smiled, obviously enjoying Edward’s approval. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sweet boy. Now, let’s get your bath.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Moving toward the tub, Edward turned off the water and helped Mason into the bath. The effect was almost immediate. Mason’s whole body relaxed and it was if every worry melted away. Smoothing the bubbles around with his hands, Mason swirled the water and simply played.
Reaching for a basket beside the tub, Edward put several of the toys into the water. “You can play for a few minutes, Boy. Then we’re going to scrub you up and get you ready for the day.”
“But, Daddy, the bubbles.” Mason fell into the role of Edward’s little boy with surprising ease.
“No buts. You’ve got toys in the bedroom you can play with.”
Mason looked down at the bubbles and sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Edward watched Mason play in the water until it started to cool. He raced little ships around the tub and dunked rubber duckies. Sweet and playful, Mason relaxed into this role and simply became Edward’s special little boy.
Once the water temperature decreased, Edward removed the toys from the tub, disappointing Mason. Starting with Mason’s hair, he washed his boy with the sweet-scented baby shampoo. He’d thought it was odd when an article online had suggested the products.
However, the article had gone one to explain the benefits of associating the time Mason spent immersed as a little with one particular scent. According to the article, after a while, Mason would come to associate the smell with his time being little and it would make relaxing into the role even easier.
Edward was willing to try just about anything to make sure Mason was comfortable in their relationship. He wanted his boy to crave their time together and he wanted to be able to completely fulfill Mason’s fantasies.
After he was done washing Mason’s hair and scrubbing his body, Edward made sure to rinse Mason’s cock and the cage thoroughly. He’d gone by last night to check on Mason and to make sure that the cage wasn’t too tight but he was still concerned. As sexy as it was, he didn’t want it to hurt his boy.
Checking up on Mason last night was supposed to have been purely practical but as soon as he’d walked in the door, he knew it was more than that. Mason had been so embarrassed and so cute when Edward had sat down on the couch and explained that he wanted to check on Mason’s cage.
Stuttering and blushing, Mason managed to stand still while Edward explained what he was going to do. However, as soon as Edward reached for his pants, Mason started wiggling and fidgeting.
Edward couldn’t tell if Mason was more embarrassed or more turned on. His blush gave the impression of both but his little wiggles betrayed just how erotic Mason found the inspection.
Unzipping Mason’s pants, Edward had eased Mason’s boxer briefs down over his caged penis. He really had been concerned about the physical effects of the cage but watching Mason’s passion as he stood there under Edward’s scrutiny was incredibly erotic.
He may have dragged out the inspection a bit longer than absolutely necessary, but from Mason’s enthusiastic response, his boy hadn’t minded.
In fact, even knowing that he wasn’t going to get to come that night, Mason had still made it very clear that he wanted to show Edward how much he appreciated his daddy’s concern. His boy’s passion seemed to thrive under Edward’s control. Edward also found that with every step they took toward the age-play lifestyle he couldn’t image being anywhere else.
Pushing back
the erotic images from last night, Edward reached for the towel hanging on the rack. “Come on, Boy. Time to get you changed.”
Mason started to open his mouth but Edward interrupted him. “No whining. The water is getting too cold and you need your clothes on before playtime and lunch.”
Perking up at the idea of playtime, Mason followed Edward’s directions. Helping Mason out of the tub, Edward dried his boy and then led him back into the nursery. He found the sway of the cage almost hypnotic. It was erotic and beautiful, a physical sign of his control. Incredible.
Helping Mason up on the wide, sturdy dresser, Edward reached into one of the top drawers and pulled out the lotion. It was the same scent as the shampoo and according to the article not only was the scent important but the actual act of tending to Mason by applying the lotion would bond them even closer.
Edward knew Mason loved it when he was taken care of, so he’d been looking forward to Boy’s response to this for some time. Starting with Boy’s legs, Edward smoothed the lotion up his body.
Responding beautifully, Mason’s legs eased apart and he moaned in obvious pleasure. Without rushing, Edward spread lotion up Mason’s legs, taking special care around his groin and tight little hole. The beautiful whimpers that escaped Mason made it clear exactly how erotic he found his daddy’s touch.
Smoothing the lotion over Mason’s tight abs and sensitive nipples, Edward loved the little sounds that escaped his boy. The gasp as Edward teased Mason’s sensitive little nipples made it hard for Edward to pull away. But he knew if he continued, he would never be able to take the cage off Mason without him orgasming right away.
Edward tried to move his touch from teasing and arousing to soothing but he wasn’t sure how successful he was. He knew that a large part of himself didn’t want to stop the erotic teasing but he wasn’t ready to have Mason orgasm yet so he was going to have to behave.
Once Mason seemed to pull back from the edge, Edward moved down to his groin again. “Now, Boy, I’m going to take off your cage but you are not going to get to orgasm yet. I know it's going to be difficult but I want you to be a good boy for me.”
Taking a deep, stuttered breath, Mason nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy.”
“I know you will.” Opening the drawer again, Edward put the lotion away and pulled out a diaper.
Mason’s eyes grew wide and his breathing grew heavy as he watched Edward open the diaper. His boy was right back on the edge of orgasm and Edward hadn’t even touched him yet.
If they could manage to take off the cage and get Mason’s diaper on him without him having an orgasm it would be a miracle. His boy looked like he was ready to explode just imagining wearing it.
Edward was right there with him. All of his planning and research hadn’t prepared him for the rush of emotions he felt as he watched Mason laying on the changing table. It was the same rush that he felt when he slid the cage on Mason’s cock for the first time but now it was even more intense.
At the time, he’d thought that the cage was the ultimate expression of Mason’s submission but this was something more. This was his boy giving his daddy control over everything, his most basic need. It was awe-inspiring. That Mason would have that much trust in Edward touched him.
He couldn’t have loved his boy any more than at that moment.
Mason didn’t need any prompting when Edward moved the diaper between his legs. He simply lifted his bottom off the changing table and watched every move Edward made. Easing the diaper under Mason’s bottom, Edward gave his leg a quick pat and Mason relaxed back down on the table.
Freezing, Mason seemed to hold his breath as Edward reached into his pocket and removed the key to his boy’s cage. They would have to discuss the need for Mason to have emergency access to a key next time he wore his cage. For now, however, Edward slid the key in the small lock and opened it.
Shivers raced through Mason again as his eyes tracked every move of Edward’s hand. Running his left hand up and down Mason’s leg, Edward tried to soothe his boy as he slid the key and lock in his pocket.
“Shh, almost off, Boy. You’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” Edward kept up the litany of soothing sounds and encouraging words as he took the restraint off Mason’s cock.
Within seconds, Mason’s cock started to fill and lengthen. Moaning, Mason arched his cock up toward Edward, begging. Not ready for Mason to come yet, however, Edward simply pushed down on Mason’s hip and ignored the erection that was quickly hardening, needy for Edward’s touch.
As soon as Mason’s bottom was on the diaper again, Edward made quick work of smoothing the diaper over his boy’s cock. Taking care not to brush against Mason’s now hard, erect length, Edward attached the tabs to the diaper. Seeing his boy in his diaper for the first time was hard for Edward to wrap his mind around.
To quote Mason, it was weird but not bad weird.
A small part of his brain just stood back and pointed out that the whole thing should have been awkward and wrong. It wasn’t though. It was different, yes. However, it was also sweet and erotic. Not something he had ever thought of before Mason, but not something he was going to run from either.
“Look at my sweet boy. So pretty in your diaper.”
Mason was startled out of his thoughts at Edward’s words. Looking up at Edward, Mason was clearly searching Edward’s expression. He made sure that Mason could see just how erotic and perfect he looked. He must have understood just how Edward felt because his blush came back in full force and he squirmed in his diaper.
His little squirm must have reminded him of what he was wearing, because he jerked and looked down at it again. Reaching down toward the diaper, Mason’s hands were almost on it before Edward stopped his wandering hands.
With a quick pop to the back of Mason’s hand, Edward firmly told his boy, “No.”
The gasp that escaped Mason was definitely more aroused than upset so Edward continued, “Little boys do not touch their diapers or their private places. That is Daddy’s job. Do you understand me?”
With wide eyes and passion-blown pupils, Mason had to take a deep breath before he could respond. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good and won’t touch my private places.”
Giving Mason’s leg a firm squeeze, Edward praised his boy. “Thank you for listening and being such a good boy.
“Now, let’s get your shirt on and then you can play with your toys.”
Mason looked excitedly toward the shelf with the toys, his straining erection never wavering. Reaching over to the tall chest, Edward opened the top drawer and pulled out a shirt. Dressing Mason in just the shirt, Edward let Mason see exactly how incredible he looked.
The tight T-shirt was white, with little, colorful race cars printed on the front. It hugged every muscle and stopped about an inch above the diaper. It was the stunning combination of erotic and innocent that made Edward’s cock ache and push against his slacks.
Helping Mason down off the table, he just stepped back and watched his sweet boy. Mason shifted a bit and pulled on the shirt but Edward could see from the way he touched the cars and squeezed the diaper with his legs that he loved his clothes.
“All right, Boy. Toy time, then we’ll get you something to eat.”
Walking toward the toys, Mason’s bottom looked even fuller in the diaper, and his gait was just a little bit off, but Edward couldn’t take his eyes off him. It took Mason a full minute to find a comfortable way to sit.
His erection, still pressing against the diaper, had to be uncomfortable. When it rubbed against the diaper as Mason sat down on the floor he seemed to get even harder. Without a doubt, his boy loved his diaper.
Moaning, Mason’s body tightened as he seemed to fight the urge to come. After a minute, he relaxed and seemed to find a comfortable position. As Mason started digging through the shelves, curious to see the toys, Edward moved across the room and sat down in the oversized easy chair.
The chair rocked back slowly as he sat down.
Edward relaxed into the smooth leather and let the gliding motion of the chair relax him. He had been more than a little stressed as he’d prepared for their day together and he felt as if a great weight were lifted off his shoulders now that he could see how happy Mason was.
His boy browsed through blocks and little military figurines before pulling out a box of miniature cars. Dumping the cars onto the carpet, Mason lined them up one by one. He seemed to take great pleasure in sorting through the cars, finding undefinable reasons to arrange and then rearrange them.
Edward couldn’t figure out the logic behind Mason’s choices but he still enjoyed watching the process. When Mason was finally satisfied with his arrangement, then his fun began. With barely audible noises to begin with, Mason raced the little cars around the carpet.
After a while, Mason was crawling around the carpet, his little bottom in the air, making rumbling, zooming noises. Thoroughly engrossed in watching Mason’s play, Edward didn’t notice the time passing until his stomach began to protest loudly.
He hated to interrupt Boy’s fun, but looking down at his watch, he saw that lunch was definitely in order. “All right, Boy. Time to clean up your toys; we need to go make lunch.”
Well, making lunch might be stretching the truth a bit. He was going to make Boy a peanut butter sandwich. It was not a gourmet meal by any means but with his cooking abilities, it was either a sandwich or takeout. So sandwiches it was.
They picked up the cars and straightened the toys before Edward took Mason’s hand and led him to the kitchen. “While I make lunch, I want you to sit at the table for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Mason was smiling and relaxed as he sat down at the table. If his feet had been shorter, Edward could easily picture them swinging back and forth, his boy was so happy.
Part of Edward wanted to analyze the reasons Mason was so happy. He was pleased with how happy Mason was, but he wanted to be able to provide the same level of happiness in the future. And he wasn’t sure what parts of the day Mason had found so enjoyable.
He pushed the compulsive need to the side. Enjoying the day and letting things evolve naturally were more important than over-analyzing Mason’s happiness. There would be time later to ask Boy what parts of the day he had enjoyed most. In a normal discussion…not a cross-examination.