by Pepper North
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
Pepper North
Contents
Author’s Note:
Dear Readers,
Other titles by Pepper North
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Afterword
About the Author
Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Excerpt from The Keepers: Payi
Text copyright ©2017 Pepper North
All Rights Reserved
Author’s Note:
The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to enjoy the characters best. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces. Prepare to enter the new world of Dr. Richards’ Littles. Enjoy!
Dear Readers,
Thank you for choosing to read a Pepper North book! Brad’s story takes place in the growing community that includes Dr. Richard’s age play patients – you know, Littles. Brad is an endearing Little and Thorston is quite the Daddy figure. Each Dr. Richards’ Littles book is a complete story can be read alone, but you may enjoy them more by reading the series in order.
While you’re looking for new books to enjoy, check out my Magic of Twelve series for great age play stories with a magic twist and The Keepers, for otherworldly stories. I’ve heard from many of you by email, on Facebook, and through my website. It’s a blast to hear that you are enjoying my stories and I promise you there are a lot of Littles out there waiting to share their stories with you!
If you wish to connect with other readers who share an interest in age play erotica but would like to have your comments shielded from public posts on Facebook, I invite you to contact me and request to join my secret Facebook group.
Enjoy!
Pepper North
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Other titles by Pepper North
Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1
Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2
Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3
Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4
Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story
Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10
The Keepers: Payi
Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11
Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12
Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13
Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14
Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15
Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16
The Magic of Twelve: Violet
Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17
The Keepers: Pien
Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18
The Magic of Twelve: Marigold
Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19
Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20
A Little Vacation South of the Border
The Magic of Twelve: Hazel
Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21
Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection
Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22
The Magic of Twelve: Sienna
Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23
Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Pearl
Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection
Electrostatic Bonds
Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24
Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel
The Keepers: Naja
Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC
Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25
The Magic of Twelve: Violet, Marigold, Hazel
The Magic of Twelve: Primrose
The Keepers Collection
Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel
One Sweet Treat: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Sky
Sylvie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 26 (Coming Summer 2019)
Tami Dr. Richards’ Littles 27
Chapter 1
Brad breathed the late afternoon air deeply on his walk to the hospital. It was only a few miles from his small apartment, and his path led him through some beautiful areas of the city. Brad enjoyed getting some fresh air and exercise before he concentrated fully on helping the most injured patients recover. His job was challenging and sad sometimes but very rewarding when patients made amazing recoveries.
Brad walked past the ornate gates of the Burmingham estate. He had never met any of the Burminghams. They operated at a much higher socioeconomic level than an ICU nurse did. The elder Burminghams had moved from the family estate to a posh retirement area in Texas. As far as Brad knew, the only resident now in the huge mansion was the son and heir, Thorston Burmingham. He ran the largest bank in the city and was well known for his philanthropic activities. Brad stopped for a moment and looked through the wrought-iron gates to wonder what it would be like to live in a huge home like that. It would have everything. A little voice in the back of Brad’s head told him that it might be pretty lonely too without a family to fill the rooms with life.
Two huge German shepherds appeared at the gate to bark ferociously at him. “Hi, guys!” Brad said carefully stopping to talk to the two dogs. “It’s just me. I’m headed back to work. It really is a nice day today.” Brad liked dogs a lot. He couldn’t have one in his apartment, and his twelve-hour shifts would not be good for a dog to be cooped up in an apartment, anyway. So, he just talked to everyone else’s dogs. He’d been working on these two for months trying to make friends. They were very stubborn about maintaining their guard dog attitudes.
Suddenly a large, handsome man in his forties, appeared on the inside of the gate. He had black hair feathered lightly with silver and amazing grey eyes. “Heel, Zorro, and Villa. That’s enough now.” The dogs immediately stopped barking at Brad and circled back to stand at the man’s sides. “Can I help you, sir?” he addressed to Brad in a curt tone.
“Um, Hi! I’m sorry. I’m Brad Murphy. I’m just walking to work at the hospital,” Brad gestured vaguely at the blue scrubs that he was wearing. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just like dogs and yours are beautiful beasts. I couldn’t resist chatting with them.”
The man’s grey eyes seemed to peer deep into him. He considered Brad from head to toe. Brad knew what he was seeing. Brad was a paradox. He was short. Only about 5’4” and slightly built. In his baggy scrubs, he looked downright skinny. But Brad was strong. He needed muscles to help lift and shift patients at the hospital. He had long dark, brown hai
r that he wore pulled into a bun at the back of his head. His brown eyes were calm and gentle. He was very reassuring to his patients. He just looked like a good person.
“I’m afraid, Zorro and Villa, will not make good friends for you. They are trained to patrol the estate,” answered the other man. He was wearing a dark suit that had obviously been expertly tailored to fit his wide, athletic build.
Brad ]recognized him immediately from pictures in the local paper. “Again, I’m sorry to bother you or Zorro and Villa, Mr. Burmingham. I’ll excuse myself, so I can make it to work on time.” Brad smiled and waved as he walked quickly away.
“Whew! I guess I’m not supposed to talk to the dogs anymore,” he thought to himself. “It was great to see Thorston Burmingham in person. He is amazingly attractive.” Brad shook his head. No way Thorston Burmingham would be interested in him. Brad had known his entire life that he was different. He was attracted to very powerful men. He wanted a strong man to be in charge of their relationship. He’d dabbled with age play briefly with a couple of other men. But they had only been interested in age play as a pretend game occasionally. Brad had been fascinated with the idea of having an every-day Daddy to make the rules of his household. Thorston looked like a man that would not brook any mischief.
Chapter 2
Two days later, Brad was on his walk home in the early hours of the day. It was still pitch black. His steps were slow today. He’d been very busy at the hospital taking care of two very ill patients. Although he was dragging his feet, it was good to get some fresh air and shake off the stress of the evening shift.
He neared the Burmingham estate, and as normal the dogs met him at the gate to regard him silently. They wouldn’t ever bark unless Brad spoke to them or approached the gate too closely. Today, they were acting strangely. The biggest one, Villa, kept running to Brad’s location and then running ahead before turning back to bark at Brad. Zorro was standing next to the fencing ahead pawing at the metal barrier. He seemed to be trying to get to something on the far side of the fence.
Brad rushed ahead when he saw the crumpled figure on the sidewalk. “Hey, friend. Are you okay?” he asked the large man sitting on the concrete drive.
“No, it’s pretty obvious that I’m not,” came an exasperated, deep voice. “I did something to my ankle on my run this morning about a half mile from here. I made it this far, but I can’t convince my body that I can walk any farther.”
“What can I do to help?” Brad asked with his normal friendliness.
“You’re the nurse, right? The one that stops and talks to my dogs?” questioned the man. “I’m Thorston. Would you mind helping me get to my home?”
“Can I look at your ankle?” Brad asked as he approached Thorston. “It’s probably best to immobilize it if we can. Good, you left on your shoe. That gives it a lot of support. Now, if we just had something to wrap around it,” Brad considered his options. His mouth dropped open when Thorston pulled off his sweaty tee-shirt. The muscles in Thorston’s chest and abdomen were finely hewn and shone slickly with the sweat of his run.
“It’s not very clean but would this work?” Thorston asked. “Brad? Will this work?” he repeated when Brad didn’t answer.
Brad mentally shook himself. “Sorry, I was distracted there for a minute.” A low chuckle came from the large man. Thorston knew exactly what had distracted Brad. “The shirt will work fine,” Brad continued. He took the shirt and wrapped it around the injury tying it tightly. “That should do it. Let’s see if we can get you back on your foot. Try to keep your weight off it, sir.” Brad wrapped his arm around Thorston’s muscled waist to help lift him to his feet.
Thorston mentally took note of the “sir” in Brad’s directions. It added to his suspicions that Brad was submissive. Thorston wrapped an arm around Brad’s shoulders and heaved himself back up to his feet. He was careful not to put his full weight on the thin figure. He could feel under his arm that Brad had more muscles than he had thought. This nurse intrigued him.
“Steady there,” Brad held on to him closely as Thorston got his balance. “You can lean on me. I’m small but mighty,” Brad joked. He felt very little next to Thorston. The other man loomed over him. He had to be at least 6’2” or taller and a good eighty or ninety pounds heavier. Holding on to Thorston was closer than Brad had ever thought he’d be. And the feel of having Thorston’s arm around his shoulders was amazing. Brad tried to catalog this moment so he could remember his chance interaction with Thorston. He could make up some great fantasies about this later.
When Thorston had his balance, he instructed with his brusque tone, “Help me get to the keypad at the gate. I can get it open, and you can help me down the drive if you don’t mind.
“I’m glad to help. Will you let me look at your ankle when we get you to the house? You may need to go to the doctor,” Brad said as Thorston limped his way to the gate controls.
When they got to the control panel, Thorston hesitated. He lived his life as securely as possible. This nurse was helping him now but would there be a temptation to come back later to try to get into the house?
Brad quickly realized what was going on in Thorston’s mind. “I’m totally trustworthy, Mr. Burmingham. But I understand your dilemma. You don’t know me at all.” Brad started to rotate to face away from Thorston but that threw off their balance, and Thorston started to teeter. “Wow, that doesn’t work. If you’ll excuse me invading your personal space ...” Brad turned toward Thorston’s immense, naked chest. He closed his eyes as he heard Thorston punch in the code safely. Brad could almost imagine that he was in Thorston’s arms. “Oh, my god,” thought Brad. He took a deep breath of Thorston’s manly scent. He was sweaty from his run, but underneath, Brad could smell the spicy scent of his skin. Brad instantly became erect.
“Did you just sniff me?” Thorston asked with a raised eyebrow. This young man felt really good in his arms. It was fun to tease him a little.
“Mmmmm. Sorry. I think I’m getting a little cold. Just sniffling,” Brad lied with a blush. Thank goodness for the darkness. “Hey, the gate’s open. Let’s get you to your house.” As they stepped inside, Villa and Zorro immediately approached with warning growls.
“Down,” Thorston ordered, and they both sat down. “Villa, Zorro, this is a friend. He is safe. Brad, hold out your hand and let them get your scent.” He watched Brad eagerly reach out to the large guard dogs. Villa smelled first and then, Zorro. Both dogs wagged their tails and fell into step with the men as they started to walk down the tree-lined drive. The two walked slowly to the mansion looming ahead. It couldn’t have taken five minutes, but both men were silent, consumed with their thoughts. Brad helped him up the five steps to the front door and Thorston pressed his palm against a panel, and the door opened. Brad helped him inside and into the room to the right of the entrance. Thorston collapsed into a chair with a groan. “Thank you, Brad Murphy. I think I owe you several favors for letting me lean on you,” Thorston said making direct eye contact with Brad.
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to help,” Brad said motioning to his scrubs. “It’s kind of my job.”
“It’s not your job to help a stranger on the street. I appreciate your help,” Thorston said honestly.
“Can I look at your ankle now that we’re in the light?” Brad asked as he knelt in front of Thorston. He automatically started unwrapping the ankle. He untied and loosened the laces to ease the sneaker off the swollen foot. Pressing in various spots and watching his patient closely for his reaction, Brad finally laid Thorston’s ankle to rest on Brad’s knee. “You will need an X-ray to be sure, but I don’t think it’s broken. You’ll need a splint for several days anyway so I’d recommend going to see your doctor today. Until then, keep it elevated and ice it ten minutes on and ten minutes off to manage the swelling.
Just then, an older lady wearing comfortable clothes bustled in the room. “Mr. Burmingham, what happened to you?” she said with concern. When she had been
told the story and introduced to Brad as the rescuer, she bustled out of the room to get an ice bag.
Brad started to lower Thorston’s foot to the floor, saying, “Well, it looks like you’re in good hands now, Mr. Birmingham. Thank you for introducing me to your dogs. It was fun to see the friendly side of them. I’ll just let myself out so I can get home to sleep. Take care of yourself.”
Before Brad could stand up, Thorston leaned forward and wrapped a strong hand around the back of Brad’s head pulling him forward. Thorston pressed his lips against the other man’s before opening his mouth to devour Brad’s. Hearing the younger man groan, Thorston pulled him in closer and leaving his lips, Thorston kissed down Brad’s shivering neck before pressing his shoulders away. Looking in his eyes, Thorston said, “It has been a pleasure getting to know you better Bradley Murphy. I am looking forward to seeing you again.”
Brad stood and pressed his fingers to his mouth astonished. He was so shocked all he could do was nod and back away to let himself out the front door. His last view of Thorston was of the enormous man dwarfing the chair where he sat. Thorston’s grey eyes danced with mirth. Brad walked the rest of the way home in a daze. He stripped off his soiled scrubs and jumped in the shower. While he soaped his body, Brad’s thoughts whirled in his brain. His hands went to his erection as his thoughts centered on Thorston. Pulling strongly on his long, slender penis, Brad concentrated on how Thorston smelled and tasted. In a flash, Brian erupted into bursts of white fluid. As he watched it all swirl down the drain, Brad decided just to wait and see what would happen. Thorston was the aggressor. What had that kiss meant? He shook his head and dried off before heading to bed.