Once he was seated, I gently ran the cloth over his cock and balls, making sure to get everything clean but not further arousing him. I pulled away, and my needy boy groaned in frustration. A low chuckle escaped my throat. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Tristan’s pleading eyes met mine, and he let out a little huff as he cupped his cock with his hand. “I’m hard, Daddy.”
I could tell by his change in speech that his little space was retreating in response to my touch, but even so, he was still my boy. I couldn’t help myself as another chuckle escaped, and I gently grabbed his wrist, removing his hand from his cock. “I can see that. But that’s Daddy’s cock now, no touching unless you’re going potty and definitely no coming without my permission.” My last words came out in a low growl, and I worried I’d overstepped, but Tristan’s whole body shuddered as he let out a whimper.
“Y-yes Daddy.”
“Good boy. If you behave for the rest of your bath, Daddy will reward you later. Now relax and let me finish making my boy squeaky clean.”
His body sagged with relief. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.” I placed a kiss on his forehead before I grabbed the shampoo and beganlathering the suds in his hair. I worked my fingers across his scalp until his hair and scalp were thoroughly scrubbed. I tipped his head back to run the cooling water over his head, his lips parted into a soft moan, making my cock twitch in my pants. My cock fought against my zipper as I massaged conditioner into his hair, making him moan. My boy was not holding back, and I loved it.
“Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you dried off so I can dress you.” Tristan’s eyes were half lidded, and his movements were slow; my boy was tired and needed a nap. At this rate, I wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to stay awake long enough to eat his lunch. As if a literal light bulb went off above my head, I remembered I had protein powder that I use to enhance my smoothies, but it can also be used with milk for a shake. It would make the perfect snack before his nap, allowing him to get some sleep, and I could reheat his chicken nuggets once he woke up.
I grabbed a hooded towel out of the cabinet. Tristan’s eyes widened slightly, and he let out a soft coo of excitement at the dragon design. It was a far cry from his usual squeals and clapping, which only further supported my decision to skip the nuggets and give him a bottle instead.
Tristan was nearly limp as I made quick work of toweling him off. I scooped him into my arms and carried him into the playroom. His body tensed slightly when I placed him on the mat atop the changing table. I reached into the drawers and pulled out another pacifier, offering it to him by teasing his lips with the rubber nipple.
“Here you go, little one. This should help you relax. Remember, you can use the stoplight colors if you want to stop or even if you need to pause and talk about it.”
His shoulders relaxed as he welcomed the pacifier past his lips and began to suck. “Fank you.” his words were slurred around his pacifier, and it was so adorable I couldn’t help but place a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You are very welcome, little one. Do you want to help Daddy pick out your outfit, or do you want me to do it?” Without hesitation, Tristan shoved his pointer finger into my chest and grunted. I nodded in acknowledgment and crouched down to dig through the drawers.
I selected a thick cotton diaper with, yes, you guessed it, dragons on the front. Next, I grabbed a green onesie with snaps that fasten between his legs. Earlier that day, I had dressed him in footed pajamas, but I had a feeling the snap onesie would help him sink even deeper. I also grabbed a pair of green knee-high socks that matched the dinosaur’s green on his onesie.
When I stood back up, Tristan was damn near passed out, his eyes nearly closed, as his suckling got slower and slower. Tristan’s eyes opened slightly when he heard the crinkling of the diaper as I opened it. I tapped his hip and instructed him to lift his hips so I could place the thick cotton underneath him. Once it was situated correctly, he lowered his bottom, and I folded the front of his groin and made sure to fasten the tabs nice and snug.
His hips wiggled slightly as if to test the feel of the new material against his skin. Reaching behind him, I helped him up so I could slip the onesie over his head. After I laid him back down, he helped me lift his butt again so I could pull the flaps down and fasten them between his thighs.
Lifting his left foot, I placed a soft kiss on the inside of his ankle before rolling the sock onto his foot and up his calf. Tristan’seyes were locked on me, heavy with affection and a tiny bit of heat, as I did the same to his other leg.
My heart was overflowing with joy and gratitude. My sweet boy was perfect, and I was forever grateful for his submission to my care. I would make sure I never took that for granted.
“Okay, sleepy boy, it’s nap time. I’m going to get you all tucked into the bed here in the playroom so I can go grab everything we need for your nap, okay.” Tristan opened his mouth to protest, making his pacifier fall onto the changing mat, but a big yawn escaped, and he sighed in defeat before scooping it up and popping it back in his mouth. I couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was and placed a soft kiss on each cheek before picking him up and putting him on my hip. Tristan clung to me like an octopus as I tried to lower him onto the bed.
“Shh, little one. I don’t want to put you down either, but I can’t safely get everything we need for you to nap if I don’t. Be a good boy and wait here, and I’ll have a yummy treat, that’s all for you.” He finally relaxed his hold enough for me to place him on the mattress amongst the various stuffed animals and blankets. “Thank you, sweet boy, I’ll be back in a flash.” I placed a wet, noisy kiss on the tip of his nose, making him giggle and squirm before heading out of the room.
Not even ten minutes later, I had Ember and a freshly washed bottle filled with a chocolate protein shake and was lowering myself into bed with my boy. The bed had plenty of room for both of us, as I had a feeling Tristan would be plastered to my side, exactly how I wanted him. It was on the floor, so I groaned as I lowered myself onto the comfy mattress.
The head of the bed was against the wall, but there were alsobars, so I grabbed one of the many pillows and propped it against the bars so they didn’t dig into my back. Once I was comfortable, I pulled Tristan into my side so he was tucked against me, his head resting on my chest. He eyed Ember, and his hand reached out; his fingers twitched with want. I grabbed Ember and tucked him between us, and Tristan’s face nuzzled against my chest in gratitude. “Okay, sweet boy, it’s time for your bottle and a nap.”
I removed his pacifier with a wet pop and teased his lips with the nipple. A few drops of the chocolate liquid smeared on his lips, making his tongue dart out to catch it. Tristan let out a soft moan of approval and sucked the nipple into his mouth, and began to drink.
My boy was way too tired for a story, so I decided to hum some nursery rhymes as my free hand rubbed soft circles down the length of his spine. He was breathtaking as he suckled on the bottle, his eyes shut and his entire body relaxed as he practically melted into me. His drinking got slower and slower as he neared the end, and just before it ran out, his mouth went slack with sleep, and the suction broke.
My whole body felt like it was floating as I stared down at my sleeping boy. Tristan was absolutely perfect and everything I’d ever wanted in a boy. I was in awe of our connection and chemistry, which grew stronger with every passing moment.
14
Tristan
I felt as though I were surrounded by warm clouds as my mind slowly returned to consciousness. I was still deep in my little headspace and loved how relaxed and rejuvenated I felt. My mind was always swirling with random thoughts, sounds, or even tasks I needed to complete, but after spending the morning with my Daddy, I was firmly in my little space, and my mind was blissfully quiet.
My front was pressed against Daddy’s solid warmth, and wewere both surrounded by various blankets and stuffies. It was paradise. My cheeks flushed red, and I whimpered when I felt the wet warmth of my diaper pressed against me.
“Hello, little one. What’s got you all squirmy?”
My cheeks flushed hotter than I thought possible, and I buried my face into Daddy’s chest, whining from embarrassment. Daddy grabbed my chin, and I was met with his intense gaze. “None of that, sweetheart. There’s no need for you to be embarrassed. Daddy can’t help you if I don’t know what it is.”
