I went back and forth and decided on eggies because I suspected French toast would take too much time. He had the eggs whipped up quickly, and we ate, talking about all the different kinds of stickers I wanted to make. And then I couldn’t help myself. Despite my best efforts, I yawned, and not a little one but a full-on yawn.
“It looks like Daddy’s sweet boy needs a nap before stockings.”
I wanted to argue with him, but the longer I sat there, the more I realized how correct he was.
“Will Daddy tell me a story?”
“Absolutely.”
He cleared away the dishes and helped me get ready to climb back in bed. He sat beside me. I snuggled into his side, my head against his chest, in a half-sitting, half-lying-down position.
“Once upon a time, there was a little boy who decided that he was going to spread sunshine, but he was going to do it in secret…”
Chapter Seventeen
Vaughn
New Year’s Eve was always a big deal at Chained, a night when members, most of whom had family obligations on Christmas, could get together and celebrate the end of the holiday season together. We were one another’s second family, chosen family. Especially when those Christmas gatherings had often had their share of angst. Here, they could be themselves without fear of judgment or reprisal.
The decorations were all still up, with a few additional ones like a mirror ball tied to the high ceiling in the main room, right over the St. Andrew’s cross and one station down from the new spanking bench. At midnight, they’d drop it to a countdown just like in Times Square, except at Chained, the revelers were for the most part sober. Those who wanted to play on any apparatus or even in the little room were held to a two-drink maximum rule, with one suggested. But on this night, there would be a few who chose drinks over spankings.
As for me and mine, Gunnar and I had plans, none of which involved any drinks except maybe champagne at midnight. I’d managed to book a private changing room, although the person who took the reservation hadn’t been sure which one. All of them were nice, though, and when Ms. Lily, dressed in a silky black pantsuit, towering high heels, and a top hat, opened the door for us, Gunnar ran in and jumped up and down in delight.
“The teddy bears. Daddy, you got the teddy room!” He ran back to hug me around the waist before going off to explore. The space was not large but it was decorated beautifully. A teddy-bear’s picnic mural filled the far wall, and a convertible crib/toddler bed stood against another. A changing table and bench completed the furnishings, but shelves lined the walls with teddybears from different eras, and a bin in the corner held some that were more for playing and less for looking. “I love this.”
“Is this new?” I asked Ms. Lily. “I don’t remember seeing this one before.”
“Just redecorated. We try to do that from time to time to keep the excitement level up.”
“You’ve certainly done that. This is great.”
Ms. Lily left us to go see to her many tasks, saying she’d see us later in the little room, and I sat on the bench until Gunnar made his way back to me. He was beaming and already trying to pull his coat off, the awkwardness telling me he was well into little space. “Want Daddy to get you changed so we can play?”
Tangled in his coat arms, he turned a dismayed expression toward me. “I’m stuck.”
“I see that.” Standing, I drew him over to the bench, sat, freed him from his fabric prison, and unbuckled his belt. “I hear they have some very fun things in the little room tonight.”
“Hudson and Scottie are coming and Austin and everybody.” He bobbed his head as he spoke. “Hurry, Daddy. I bet they are all there waiting for us.”
“All right, but you have to stop wriggling.”
“I’m tooo excited.” He went from head bobbing to full-body bouncing. “It’s lucky we left Alvin at home. He might get lost in all the bears.”
“That’s true.” Helping him out of his pants, I slipped off his shoes and socks at the same time. He braced his hands on my shoulders, chattering away about what might be in the little room tonight. When he was finally undressed in front of me, we both looked down at the same time. “I think we have a situation.”
“I’m not gonna fit in my shorts,” he said, lower lip thrust out in dismay. “What do we do?”
“Do you want Daddy to help you?”
“Yes, please. I have to get in my outfit so I can play.”
“Rubbies or kissies?”
“Rubbies, Daddy. I want to hurry.” His dismay was so adorable, it was all I could do not to laugh, but it would have hurt his feelings, so instead, I just did my duty and fisted his naughty cock, stroking him up and down, faster and faster while he held onto my shoulders again and finally came, pouring his cum over my hands. He panted, “Okay, we can go.”
“I don’t think so until a certain little boy is all cleaned up. You don’t want a wet spot on your new shorts, do you?”
“No, Daddy.” He let me lead him over to the changing table and help him up. I used wipes from the built-in dispenser and cleaned him all up. No more sticky thighs. Then I dug into our backpack and powdered his bottom and lotioned him up before getting out a diaper. “Lift your hips.”
