While I wasn’t super familiar with those who identified as trans or non binary or both, depending on the person, I knew that the best option was always to ask. If I were going to be caring for them this weekend, I wanted to get this conversation out of the way while they were big so I knew exactly what they preferred.
“I hope that my asking this is okay, but Tristan has explained to me that you identify as non binary and prefer they/them pronouns, but what are other terms you prefer?”
Both Tristan and Ellery beamed at me in gratitude. While I was grateful for the sign that I said something right, it made me sad that others might not have afforded them the same respect.
“Thank you for asking. Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out exactly what gender means to me. I’m pretty sure I’m nonbinary or possibly genderfluid. I find myself feeling genderless more often than not, even though I prefer more feminine clothing, so I stick to they/them, and I almost always prefer terms like person or human. Depending on the context, I don’t mind the term “boys” in the plural. In a bdsm setting, boy usually refers to the submissive person, and just as I believe anyone can be a Daddy regardless of gender, I can be one of the boys regardless of gender. If it were my Daddy, I’d want to be his princess or even his baby. I wouldn’t want to be referred to as a singular boy, but referring to Tristan and me as boys doesn’t necessarilyfeel gendered to me in that context; it’s more about our preferred dynamic than it is gender. I obviously can’t speak for every Trans or gender non-conforming person, but that’s how I feel. And if you ever do accidentally say a term I’m not comfortable with, I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you for explaining, and that makes a lot of sense. And please do let me know, Ellery, as Tristan’s Daddy, and hopefully your friend, I’ll always want to make sure you’re comfortable. Now, why don’t you boys get settled in, and I’ll be right back with drinks.”
Before I could even move, Tristan was barreling toward me and had his arms wrapped around me in a crushing hug. “Thank you for being such an amazing person and Daddy.”
My heart melted as I placed a soft kiss on the top of my boy’s head. “Of course, sweetheart, you never have to thank me for this. Ellery is just as human as the rest of us and deserves the same respect as anyone else. Their gender identity doesn’t change that. You’re an amazing friend, and I bet they are so glad to have you in their corner.”
Ellery’s voice was full of joy but slightly strained from what I assumed was incoming tears. “Damn right I am. He’s the best bestie ever.”
I gave Tristan ass a light smack and told him to get ready to eat, and the happiness dripping from his words made my heart feel fuller than ever before.
“Yes Daddy!”
20
Tristan
“Come on, little ones, it’s time to clean up and get ready for bed.” I looked down at my coloring page and sighed. “But Dada, I not dun yet.”
After we finished eating, Daddy said we had time to color while watching our show before bed. Ellie had grabbed their princess coloring book, and of course, I had chosen dragons.
“I know, sweetie, but it’s late. You can finish coloring ittomorrow.” I looked at my purple dragon and pouted. Ellery had already begun putting their stuff away, so I took a deep breath and did the same. “Good job, boys. Ellery, do you need anything before I take Tristan to bed?”
Ellery smiled but shook their head. “No, thank you, I’m all good. I appreciate the offer, though.” They stood up and then reached down to ruffle my hair, making me giggle. “Good night, buddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” They left toward their room, but they stopped just before they entered their room and shouted, “Don’t worry if I hear anything, I’ll just pretend I didn’t.” They let out a mischievous chuckle as they retreated to their room.
My face felt hot with their implications, but I couldn’t help but giggle again at my friend’s antics. “Come on, little one, it’s time to get ready for bed.”
I stood up and was instantly hit with the intense urge to pee. Uh oh, I was so distracted coloring that I forgot to go potty. I thought back to when I went potty last, and it’d been way too long. “Uh oh, Dada, I n-needs potty, n-now pwease.”
Daddy kissed my nose as he scooped me into his arms and started carrying me towards the bathroom. “Good job, baby, thank you for telling me.”
I tried to stay still as Daddy carried me in his arms, but the pressure was immense, and it made me squirm.
“Dada, hurry, it hurts. I sowwy.”
Daddy kept his pace, rushing us toward the bathroom. “Don’t be sorry, baby, I just hate that you’re so uncomfortable.”
“gots ta go.”
“I know, little one, I’ve got you.”
I focused all my efforts to hold it in as Daddy set me down on my feet and pulled down my bottoms to free my winky.
Because I was so small, Daddy reached down using his thumb and two fingers to grasp my length and point it into the bowl. The feel of his rough, thick fingers holding me in such a delicate way made me want to get stiff, but I couldn’t. I needed to pee badly.
I lost the fight almost instantly and sighed in relief as the pressure in my bladder decreased. Once the stream tapered off, Daddy shook me dry and tucked me back into my pants.
Daddy carried me over to the sink and placed me on the counter. He grabbed my toothbrush and began diligently cleaning my teeth. Once we were back in my bedroom, Daddy put me on the edge of my bed and started digging through my drawers for clothes. He pulled out a pair of my thick training underwear and a onesie. It was baby blue and had the words “little one” on the front. It was one of my favorites, besides the dragon ones, obviously.
Daddy held out his hand and helped me stand so he could undress me. He bent down so I could hold onto his shoulders and step out of my pants. The sight of Daddy on his knees before me as he hooked his fingers in the waist of my briefs to pull them down had my winky getting stiff. There was already a precome dripping from my tip.
Daddy licked his lips, and his breath ghosted over my cock, making me whine. He leaned forward and licked the dripping pre from my tip. “Please, Daddy.”
