“I like surprises, Daddy. You know that,” he scoffed. “And you said my first, so that means maybe there’s more of them. And you already told me I get a bath tonight. This is the best day ever.”
We’d see if he still felt that way in a minute. My bank account had taken a hit after I’d visited William at The Lodge and spent some time with Sam, the manager, looking at websites he was buying stuff for the playroom from. I’d asked him to text me the links, and I might have gone overboard but Ash was worth it.
Ash gasped when we entered the bedroom. The changes were subtle, but impossible to miss. Beyond the pops of yellow, red, and black around the room with his favorite characters, there was a new stuffie on the middle of the bed, and the only thing blocking the brighter comforter I’d picked up was the changing pad.
“I love my surprise!” Ash exclaimed as he wandered around the room picking up the new nightlight, turning it over to figure out how it turned on. Then, he flopped into the middle of the bed, hugging his new stuffie to his chest. “You bought Pika a friend. Thank you, Daddy! But she might have to live here. I don’t have room for more at school.”
“That’s fine, buddy,” I assured him. I liked the idea of some of his little things staying at the house.
He rolled to his side, grazing his hand over the large, quilted plastic rectangle. The longer he didn’t say anything, the more I questioned if this was too much, too fast. This was probably one of those situations where I should have taken my uncle’s advice and talked to Chase, instead of assuming he was ready. Instead, I’d made up my mind that this was a case of Daddy-knows-best that I was starting to regret.
“Do you have more surprises, Daddy?” he asked, his voice so soft I could barely hear him. He wouldn’t look up at me.
I sat next to him, resting my hand on his hip. “Only if you want, okay? If you’re not ready, tell me, but I remembered you saying it was something you might want to try. I thought—”
Ash jumped into my lap, pushing me onto my back as he straddled my legs. His body covered mine, his arms wrapped tightly around my neck. “I love it, Daddy. Idowant to try but I’m scared. I want to be your brave boy.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” I promised him as I rubbed his back. “No one’s going to see anything. The doors are all locked and the curtains are closed so no one could see in.”
“Do you want to see me in them? We have to both want something to try it. That’s what you said before.” He pulled his fist to his mouth, sticking the tip of his thumb between his lips. I stretched back, reaching blindly for the paci he somehow hadn’t seen. I held it up and he snatched it out of my hand. “Oh, Daddy! It’s perfect! It has the ball on it!”
“I knew you’d love it.” His excitement more than made up for the exorbitant cost of the damn thing. “As for the diapers, yeah buddy, I would love to see if you’re as cute in them as I imagined you would be when I picked them out. I think your bottom is going to be hard to resist when you’re walking around all padded.”
If you’d asked me at the start of the year if I would ever fantasize about seeing a grown man wearing diapers and sucking on a pacifier, I would have laughed. If someone had suggested I’d waste an hour looking up reviews of various brands and trying to find the right print for Ash to wear, I’d have said they were nuts. And, yet, here we were, with what I hoped were the perfect diapers hiding under my bed. They’d live here, at least for the time being, so Ash wasn’t paranoid about them. The training pants would have to do during the week.
“Can I see them? I don’t know if I’m ready to wear one yet, but I wanna see.” I’d have to figure out a reward for my brave boy, admitting what he was feeling. That was a far cry from where we’d started.
I eased out from under Ash and had to lay on my stomach to reach far enough under the bed to get my fingers hooked on the edge of the packaging. I’d waffled between the ones that were white with cartoon characters that looked like they were peeking over the top and the ones that had a more outer space theme. Seriously, it shouldn’t have taken as long as it did to choose the animals. The giraffe with huge eyes is what clinched it for me.
I pulled one diaper out of the package and handed it to my boy. He unfolded and refolded it, running his hand against the absorbent material on the inside. I waited quietly when he flipped it over to look at the back, then dropped it onto his lap. He worried his bottom lip and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.
“No one’s going to be here tonight?” He asked, handing the diaper back to me. “It’s just us all night?”
“Yep, just you and me tonight. No one can come in unless I say it’s okay,” I promised him. He kept staring at the diaper, picking it up and setting it back down. “Do you want to try it? If you don’t like it, we’ll change you back into your undies.”
“Do I have to pee pee in it?”
“Nope, not if you don’t want to.” I had picked up everything I’d need in case he did decide to use his diaper, but I’d already had the feeling that was a step too far right now. Little did he know, I planned on teasing him all evening and his diaper would likely be a bit damp from him leaking precum. The thought of that gave me another wicked idea. “But you might still get it messy. Cummies in your diaper wouldn’t be a problem.”
“But I can’t touch unless you tell me to.”
“What if I told you it was okay to make as many messes as you want in your diaper?” I could almost picture him grinding the front of his diaper on the carpet while he watched his cartoons. It was just as likely I’d playfully scold him as to tease him closer to his orgasm. “You wouldn’t be able to touch yourself, but if you’re a very good boy, I might give you rubbies over your diaper while we watch a movie.”
Ash squirmed onto my lap, still clutching the diaper in his hand. “Daaaady, you can’t say those things. It gives me owies. You said you would kiss them and make them better tonight.”
“And I will,” I promised him.
“But I hurt now,” he whined. I ran my hand down his stomach and rested it on top of his dick, my fingertips teasing his balls. He made a high pitch keening, chasing my hand as I moved it. “No, Daddy. Helpies now.”
“Not until you decide what we’re doing,” I scolded him. “Do you want to put on your play clothes with your training undies, or do you want Daddy to put you in a diaper?”
Ash twisted around and checked out his butt. He looked up at me with a brilliant smile. “I think my bottom would be even cuter if it was squishy.”
“I think you may be right,” I agreed, not bothering to hide my amusement. “So, does that mean you want Daddy to change you and then we can go downstairs for more surprises?”
“It’s like it’s my birthday! The only thing missing is cake and a party,” he rambled as he scooted over to the changing pad. He planted his feet on the mattress, legs spread, giving me room to stand between them. “When it’s my birthday, can we invite Matt and Brandon and have a birthday party? I bet Matty would like cake. But we have to have ice cream with sprinkles. Just not too much, because Matty makes it too big and then I get a tummy ache.”
My boy was still traumatized by how he’d felt the day Matt invited him out to play a game on their phones and they’d wound up sharing a huge sundae. Brandon and I did our best to be stern Daddies, but it was hard when they were both so cute when they were grumpy.
