“Anything for you, my sweet boy.” He tousled my hair before relaxing in the recliner next to me. It
didn’t even seem weird when he turned onBlaze and the Monster Machines.“You only get one show
tonight, Corey. It’s been a long day and you need to rest.”
“Can I have two?” I asked, dividing my attention between the TV and my cars.
“One,” he insisted.
I huffed, kicking my feet in the air. “I don’t have to go to bed this early.”
“Would you like it to be no shows and we can pick up your toys now?” Ugh. I hated how good he
was at this Daddy thing. I glared at him before flopping onto my belly. The meanie laughed at me.
“We’ll discuss that attitude later. Now, one show and then we’ll do story time.”
“Storytime?” I wiggled around, trying to get some friction. Knowing I was going to get to curl up
in Daddy’s lap for a story shouldn’t have me tingly.
“Buddy, are you trying to play with Daddy’s special toy?” I stilled; my eyes wide. I didn’t look
back, knowing Daddy was watching me. “If you want rubs, you have to tell me.”
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. I know I’d said I wasn’t ready for anything sexual tonight, but I needed
Daddy. There was no way I could sleep if I didn’t come.
“Put your toys away first,” he instructed me. “Roll up your rug and put it back in the closet.”
I didn’t waste any time. If I was slow, Daddy might change his mind and make me wait again.
Daddy’s recliner was big I was able to crawl onto his lap once I had everything stowed away. I
squirmed as he started rubbing my hip, the tips of his fingers grazing along my bare skin.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, sliding his hand under the hem of my shirt. I nodded, fisting
my hand in his hair when he pressed his lips to my chest. “Easy boy. Remember, greedy little boys
don’t get rubs.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay,” he reassured me. “Now, tell me with your words. I don’t want you to regret this later.”
“I won’t, Daddy,” I promised him. “No other stuff, but my special toy hurts.”
I was floating in a weird headspace between little and big where I knew I sounded ridiculous but
couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Whose toy is this?” Daddy asked, giving my dick a squeeze. “It’s not your toy, it’s Daddy’s toy.
That means you have to ask me permission if you want to play with it.”
“Please,” I whimpered when he shoved his hand up the leg of my shorts. “Like that, Daddy. Please
