Brad

by Pepper North

  Thorston gently rinsed off the remains of the soap and seminal fluid from his overwhelmed Little. He smiled as he wrapped Brad in an oversized, thick towel and carried him over to the rocking chair. Thorston pressed a button on the chair and sent a signal to the kitchen as he slowly rocked holding the man that had become the most special person in his life. He asked himself, “How has this happened? How have I gotten so lucky?” Thorston didn’t have the answers. He decided just to be thankful. He pressed a kiss on to the top of Brad’s damp hair before hugging his warm, clean body to his chest.

  Helen walked quietly into the nursery holding a bottle of warm formula. She stopped and looked at the scene in front of her. A large smile wrapped itself across her face. She advanced into the room and handed Thorston the bottle silently. He nodded his thanks and immediately looked back at the precious bundle in his arms. Helen marveled at the joy she saw on her employer’s face. The small and intimate staff would all rejoice with him to know that Thorston had found his soul mate. They were all aware of their employer’s lifestyle choices, and all simply wished happiness for Mr. Burmingham. Helen turned and retreated from the room stopping once to look back at the couple in the nursery. She turned down the lights slowly to a dim setting. “I’ll delay lunch for a little while,” she silently decided as she walked back to the kitchen with a happy bounce in her step. “Mr. Burmingham won’t let that Little go for a long time.”

  Chapter 7

  Thorston shifted Brad to lay back in his arms. He carefully gathered the warm towel around Brad’s naked body. Holding him with one arm supporting his shoulders, Thorston pressed the nipple of the bottle against Brad’s lips. Brad’s eyes flew open as he looked first at his Daddy and then, at the bottle. “Open your mouth, Brad,” Thorston gently said as he rubbed the nipple softly across Brad’s full lips. “Open up for your bottle.”

  Brad hesitated and then slowly opened his mouth to allow Thorston to slide the nipple fully into his mouth. Brad automatically closed his lips around the nipple and sucked experimentally. The formula flowed into his mouth. It was rich and warm. The adult-sized nipple in his mouth was weird and Brad’s tongue repeatedly wrapped around it, trying to become accustomed to the feel of it deep in his mouth.

  “That’s it, Little boy,” Thorston continued to talk in low tones to sooth Brad. He knew Brad was struggling to accept the bottle feeding. He rocked the chair gently. After a few minutes, he could see and feel Brad’s body relax against him. Brad began to suckle with an automatic motion to drink the delicious mixture. Thorston watched his eyes begin to blink closed. They drifted down each time for a longer period until Brad’s long eyelashes rested solidly against his face. Thorston gently removed the bottle from Brad’s mouth and used the fuzzy towel to wipe a trickle of the formula that dripped from the corner of his mouth. Thorston stood slowly with his precious bundle in his arms. Blessing his strength to be able to take care of Brad, he carried him over to the crib and gently placed him inside. Thorston covered the sleeping Little with a warm blanket before pulling up the railing to make sure his Little would remain safely in the crib while he showered. Pausing at the door, Thorston glanced back at the napping figure in the crib. He promised himself and Bradley that he was going to be the best Daddy possible.

  Thorston showered and changed into casual shorts and a tee-shirt. He took the time to brush his hair and try to look his best before returning to the nursery. Thorston moved to a cabinet and withdrew one of the outfits he had purchased after meeting Brad. It was a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. Just normal around the house clothing, except these were fashioned to be similar to clothing a Little boy would wear. The tee-shirt was red with a firetruck on the front. The shorts were dark blue with yellow fireman’s hat designs scattered throughout the fabric. He carried these over to the changing table. Thorston turned with a smile when he heard the rustle of bedding coming from the crib.

  Brad sat in the middle of the crib with covers draped around him. His strong, slender chest and one leg peeked out of the warmth of the blanket. Brad rubbed his face sleepily trying to figure out where he was. His long, brown hair stood up in random spikes on his head. He grasped the railing of the crib and rattled it trying to figure out how to lower the barrier. As Thorston approached, Brad asked, “How do I get out of here?”

  “You don’t, Bradley. Daddy will let you out when it’s time to get up,” Thorston explained as he released a concealed lever with his foot. His Little would always be safely contained in his crib when Thorston needed him to be. Thorston reached in and hugged Brad to his chest before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and under his legs to lift him from the crib.

  Brad struggled in his arms. “I can walk, Thorston. I’m too big for you to carry. I don’t want to hurt you,” Brad squirmed to be released.

  “Bradley, you need to trust your Daddy. Settle down, or I will be forced to spank you for not listening to me,” Thorston said firmly.

  Brad could hear from his tone that there was no arguing with Thorston now. He stopped his wiggling and allowed Thorston to carry him over to the changing table. “His Daddy was super strong,” Brad thought to himself as he felt the power in Thorston’s arms holding him.

  Once laid on the padded cushion, Thorston removed his arms and looked down at the slender, nude figure. “Thank you, Bradley, for trusting me to take care of you. I know it’s difficult to adjust from doing everything yourself to letting someone take care of you. Now, Daddy’s going to make sure you didn’t get chilled in the lake and your bath.” He turned the lights up in the room to a medium level so they could clearly see before he turned Brad over on his side to face the wall. “Look at all the fancy insects. Do you know what they are? Tell Daddy what their names are?” Thorston distracted Brad as he opened a drawer and withdrew a jar of thick lubricant and a wide, oversized thermometer.

  Brad jerked his head back to see what Thorston was doing when he heard the jar open. He tried to turn over, but Thorston quickly wrapped a retraining strap across his torso holding him in place. “Smack, smack, smack,” Brad felt three sharp spanks on his naked bottom.

  “Bradley, I am going to take care of you. Daddies need to know how their Littles are feeling. I will take your temperature often. I will also spank you if you do not follow my directions. Do you understand me, young man?” Thorston looked sternly at Brad as he rubbed his reddened buttocks. When he saw Brad nod slowly, Thorston dipped the thermometer in the lubricant as Brad watched with his head twisted back to see. “You’re supposed to be telling Daddy what those insects are, Bradley,” Thorston reminded him. He waited until Brad turned his head back over to look at the wall in front of him.

  “That green one’s a grasshopper,” Brad began. He abruptly stopped as Thorston lifted his top cheek exposing his clenched opening. He felt Thorston’s finger press against his anus and then, slide it in deep. “Oooohhh!” Brad moaned.

  “Bradley, tell Daddy, what’s the big purple insect?” Thorston continued the conversation as if nothing out of the norm was happening. His finger continued to press the lubricant around the walls of Brad’s rectum.

  “Um, um... ” Bradley tried to concentrate. “It’s a butterfly. Daddy ... ” he began.

  “Daddy’s taking care of you, Bradley. Just relax. Tell me the name of another insect,” Thorston instructed as he removed his finger and began to press the large thermometer deep into Brad’s rectum.

  “Can you take it out? I’m okay,” Brad tried to reassure his Daddy that he didn’t need the thermometer.

  “Ten minutes, Bradley. Now, what’s the big, black insect?” Thorston continued.

  “Um… Um… The big black one is a beetle,” he answered. “Can’t you take it out now?”

  “How many feet does the beetle have?” Thorston continued the conversation. He’d already told Brad that the thermometer would stay in place for 10 minutes. His Little would learn that his Daddy made the decisions.

  “Six. They’re really hairy.” Brad tried to relax.
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  “Do you think they’re hairier than your Daddy’s legs?” Thorston teased.

  Brad laughed. “I don’t know. Daddy’s pretty hairy,” Brad giggled.

  Thorston ran his fingers through Brad pubic hair. “What do you think about making Daddy’s Little boy less hairy? I’d like to see all this Brad fuzz gone.”

  Brad twisted his head around to make eye contact with Thorston. “Are you kidding?” he asked astounded. When he saw his Daddy shake his head “no,”

  Brad immediately bent his knees more to hide his pelvic hair from Thorston’s view.

  Unfortunately for him, his Daddy saw that Brad’s penis also reacted strongly to the idea as it began to grow and elongate. Thorston twirled the thermometer a little deeper into Brad’s bottom evoking a moan in reaction. “It’s just something for us to consider. Don’t worry about it now,” Thorston reassured. “So, what other bugs do you recognize?” He’d leave the subject now, but they would discuss it later.

  Chapter 8

  Finally, the ten minutes were up, and Thorston withdrew the thermometer and held it up to the light. Brad craned his head around to see. Brad turned red when he saw that the end of the thermometer was covered in poop.

  “Your temperature is a little low, Bradley, but I think you’ll warm up when we get some clothes put on you and some food in your tummy. I am concerned about the stool on the thermometer,” Thorston said with his forehead wrinkling in concentration. “Have you had difficulty pooping, Bradley?”

  Brad blushed even redder. “This is really embarrassing,” he said ducking his head down to hide against the padded changing table.

  Patting him on the bottom, Thorston chuckled. “There are no secrets in this room, Bradley. Daddy needs to know if you have a tummy ache or you can’t poop. After lunch, we’ll take care of this problem fully, but right now, I’m going to put in a little medicine to help break everything up in your tummy.” Thorsten walked to a locked cabinet and opened it. He took out a large canister of long, white cylinders. Opening it, he extracted one and put everything back in order locking the cabinet again. Thorston carried the medicine back to Brad.

  Brad looked at him with wide eyes. “I can’t swallow that.”

  Thorston just smiled and opened the jar of lubricant again. He coated it with the thick, slippery mixture. “Just relax, Brad,” he advised as he lifted Brad’s cheek and immediately pressed the suppository into Brad’s rectum.

  Brad jumped and wiggled in an attempt to avoid Thorston’s hands, but he was secured tightly to the table. “Thorston, please!” he begged.

  “Calm down, Bradley. This medicine doesn’t hurt. It’s just embarrassing to have it go in your bottom. I’ll just hold it in place for a little while to make sure you don’t earn a spanking for being naughty by trying to push it out. I think you’ll need to see the wonderful doctor that looks after all our Littles here in town. He needs to have a look at your tummy. I’ll call to make an appointment today,” Thorston said as he held the medicine in place with one hand and rubbed Brad’s shoulders with the other.

  A couple of minutes later, Thorston heard Brad’s stomach growl. “Wow! Your tummy wants some food. Let’s get you ready to have some lunch.” Thorston walked over to the deep sink and washed his hands thoroughly before returning to Brad’s side. He released the restraining belt and rolled Brad over onto his back. He pressed a kiss on Brad’s tummy as he leaned over to pick up a diaper from the stack under the table. He lifted Brad’s legs raising his bottom off the surface of the padded table and slipping a diaper under his hips. Thorston quickly fastened it snuggly on his wiggling Little. He smiled as he covered the Little one’s erection with the white padding. He lifted Brad up off the table and set him on his feet.

  Brad pressed against the crinkly diaper. “I don’t have to wear this, do I?”

  Thorston kneeled at his feet as he helped him step into the blue shorts. He pulled the shorts easily over the padded diaper. He patted Brad on the bottom as he stood. “Yes, Bradley. When you are with me, I will put you always in a diaper. That’s just one more way a Daddy can take proper care of his Little.”

  “I don’t have to go to the bathroom in it, right? You wouldn’t make me do that,” Brad said cautiously.

  “Yes, Bradley. You will use your diaper for all your needs. The toilet will be off limits to you unless you are expelling an enema,” Thorston said evenly.

  “An enema. I don’t need an enema,” Brad protested.

  “I said you could only use the toilet if you have an enema. You will have many enemas in your future. All Little boys need to be cleaned out on a regular basis. That way they don’t have poop congested in their intestines. We’ll let Dr. Richards decide on a schedule that meets your needs. Let’s worry about that later. Let’s get your hair tamed, and we can go eat,” Thorston quickly brushed the thick shoulder length hair and pulled it into a ponytail before he took Brad’s hand and pulled him to the door of the nursery.

  Brad looked back at the nursery as Thorston turned off the lights. He was a nurse. He’d given lots of enemas. He knew the process. He stared at the deep sink and swallowed hard. He had a feeling he knew why it was in the room. Brad shivered as he followed Thorston down to the kitchen. He could hear his diaper rustling faintly as he moved. Everyone would know that he was wearing one. Brad knew he’d dreamed of living as a Little in an age play relationship but could the reality be more than he could handle? Thoughts roiled in his brain.

  When they got to the doorway to the kitchen, Brad stopped pulling his hand out of Thorston’s. Thorston turned to face him surprised. When he saw Brad’s face, he pulled his Little close to his chest. Thorston said quietly, “We both have a big adjustment to make. I had already started the process by creating the nursery and selecting my staff to be open-minded and welcoming of the Little that I hoped to find one day. You are taking twenty steps forward in a very short time. What can I do to help you adjust? I want you to be happy,” he said simply leaning back to look at Brad.

  “I’m embarrassed. Everyone will know that I’m wearing a diaper. They’re going to laugh at me,” Brad’s face was drawn and showed his stress.

  “No one will laugh at you unless you say or do something funny. In the kitchen is my housekeeper and cook, Helen Sanford. You met her earlier. She is a very kind-hearted woman. She has been urging me to find my special someone for so long that I could have brought home a blow-up doll and she’d think it was wonderful. You will be very comfortable with her. Someday, she may tell you her story. It’s hers to tell, but I will tell you that she is not a stranger to age play. She’s never going to look down on you. Ever. You’ll meet the other members of my staff sometime in the future. You will like them. I promise. And I know they will like you because you are a wonderful, caring person and you are sharing my life.

  Brad nodded his head slowly. “I’m sorry that I’m being silly.” He looked down at his bare feet.

  Thorston lifted his chin and kissed him deeply. “You are not silly. You’re human. I love that you have deep feelings. It’s my fault for not anticipating that I needed to let you know about the people in my household. Come on. Let’s get you fed!”

  Chapter 9

  Thorston pulled Brad into the kitchen by his hand. While he was reassured, Brad still hesitated as he entered the room. Thorston put his arm around Brad and pulled him into the warm room. “Helen, the kitchen smells wonderful. We’re both starving. What are we having for lunch?”

  “I’ve made your favorite Cuban sandwiches with your choice of vegetables from the garden. Please, take a seat at the table. Brad, I hope you don’t have any allergies to foods?” When he shook his head no, she continued, “I’ll have to learn what you like and don’t like. I hope you’ll enjoy lunch. I’m so glad you’re here,” she simply said as she turned back to the stove to start dishing up the meal.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Sanford,” Brad replied quietly. Her genuine kindness came through her words. She didn’t give his outfit with the add
ed padding from his diaper a second look.

  Thorston led him over to a slightly elevated chair. He urged Brad to climb up in it and patted him lovingly on his bottom as he settled into it. “Lift your arms up, Bradley,” he requested in his low growling voice. Thorston quickly slid an attached tray onto the chair and watched Brad realize that he was seated at a highchair.

  Brad rubbed his hands across the tray. He tried pushing it away, but Thorston had locked it into place. He ran his fingers under the tray and at the sides trying to figure out the mechanism that held it in place, but he couldn’t move it. Brad looked at Thorston. His Daddy smiled and picked up what looked like a small towel with a hole in the middle. Brad quickly found out what this was as Thorston lowered it over his head to drape across his firetruck shirt.

  “We don’t want you to get your new shirt dirty,” Thorston said to him quietly. “Thank you for letting me take care of you, Bradley. I’m glad you’re here.” He leaned in to kiss Bradley. First, a soft, light kiss and then, a deep, probing kiss. He lifted his head and smiled at Bradley’s low moan. He licked his lips and smiled as Bradley blushed a soft pink color.

  Meanwhile, Helen Sanford had filled the table with a variety of foods. Thorston put a sandwich on the plate in front of him and cut it into fourths. He put the sandwich pieces on Brad’s tray along with zucchini sticks and baby carrots with a small container of dip. Helen added a sippy cup in front of him. Brad looked shyly at her and said, “Thank you.”