Theron
It was almost eight when Sammy started waking up beside me. I’d been awake for over an hour, using the time to read a few chapters of my book after a quick trip to the bathroom to get everything we might need set out.
“Daddy, I have to use the potty,” he protested when I tightened my arm around his chest.
“You know what to do, baby,” I reminded him. In case his brain was still foggy from sleep, I slid my hand over the front of his diaper and gave it a squeeze. “You can let go whenever you’re ready and then we’ll get you cleaned up.”
If he’d been awake, I would have thought my boy was taunting me when he pressed his padded bottom against my groin. I’d been hard since the moment I woke up, and itwasn’tjust typical morning wood. Before we got to work, I planned to have a lazy morning in bed, quite possibly ending with finally burying myself inside my boy’s body.
“You keep teasing Daddy and you’re going to have to show me how grateful you are for your surprises,” I warned him.
He wiggled around some more. “You like it when I give you morning kisses.”
“I do, but I had something else in mind this morning.” Sammy shot up in the bed, and practically levitated as he flipped onto his side so that he faced me. “Oh, now you’re awake.”
Sammy cupped my dick, giving it a quick squeeze. I groaned, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. He was going to get me off if he wasn’t careful, and I was bound and determined that the next time I got off, it was going to be inside of him. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“That depends on what dirty thoughts are running through that mind of yours.” I twisted around to get the first surprise for the morning. Yes, there was going to be punishment later, but I wanted to make sure we got the day off to a good start first. Sammy’s eyes went wide when he saw what I’d stashed on the nightstand. “Do you want some juice?”
Sammy nodded, grinning as he tried to snatch the bottle out of my hands. I held it out of his reach. He flipped onto his back, burrowing into my side. He held his mouth open like a baby bird and started suckling the bottle as soon as it was between his lips.
“Someone’s thirsty this morning.” I combed my fingers through his hair as he guzzled the bottle. About halfway through, he started wiggling around a bit more. I could practically see him fighting the urge to relieve himself, even though it’s what we both wanted. I shifted around so I could hold the bottle with one hand and started rubbing circles around his belly. I kissed the side of his head before whispering, “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to worry about anything. Daddy’s going to be so proud of you when you use your diaper.”
He looked up at me with an expression that was both pleading and tinged with disbelief.
“I promise, sweetheart. You have no clue how much faith you put in Daddy when you give over even your most basic needs to me,” I continued. I kept rambling about how special he was to me and the different ways I wanted to take care of him.
I could practically tell the exact moment Sammy finally began to let go of his inhibitions. His entire body relaxed. I glanced down, trying to not make a big deal of it as I watched the indicator on the front of the diaper turn blue. He shuddered as he continued sucking down the apple juice I usually rationed from him. Yes, it had been a bit underhanded, but I’d known he wouldn’t be able to resist and that he’d eventuallyhaveto use his diaper.
I gave the front a gentle squeeze. “Such a pretty boy, Sammy. Daddy’s very proud of you.”
I pulled the nipple out of his mouth as soon as he’d drank the last of the juice and lifted him onto my lap. He tried squirming away from me. I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t run, Sammy. You’re beautiful. How do you feel?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” His brow furrowed as he wiggled a bit before reaching down to touch the front of his soggy diaper. “It’s squishy. I know some people like to use them a couple times before their Mommies and Daddies change them, but I don’t know if I’d ever want that.”
“Is it using the diaper you don’t like?” For a second, I worried this had been a step too far. I doubted he even realized the way his eyes lit up the night he was looking for diapers and accessories to use as props in the playroom at the club. His blush had given him away when I’d asked him about it, and he said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to try them. I’d considered calling him out on the lie, but then decided it would be even better to surprise him with diapers of his own.
“No, that’s strange but I could get used to it,” he admitted. “But now that it’s wet, I couldn’t stay like this for very long.”
“I’m glad you told me,” I praised him. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and then we’ll come back in here for a little while.”
“But I thought we had to work on the garage?” he asked as I lifted him off my lap. I grabbed a bath sheet and spread it out across the foot of the bed. While Sammy got himself situated, I went into the bathroom to get the wipes and a warm washcloth. If this became a regular part of our play, I’d have to set up a changing station for him.
“We’ll get there, but I thought we could both use some cuddles after last night,” I told him. I doubted this would be the last time he got in trouble, and I wanted to make sure he knew there was very little he could do that would truly anger me. And even then, I would still love him. But I wasn’t going to tell him how I felt about him. Soon, but not now.
Sammy hissed when I pulled down the front of his diaper. “It’s cold!”
“Oh, is it now?” My baby boy made it way too easy. I quickly pulled the wet diaper out from under him and balled it up, tossing it into the garbage can next to my nightstand. I took my time cleaning him, wanting every inch of him clean. He squirmed when I let my fingers lazily drag through his folds.
I was utterly fascinated by his body. I loved the way he reacted when I touched him, the way his dick peeked out as it got hard. I gathered some of his slick, coating two fingers the way he’d coached me to do when we first started fooling around. I stroked his dick as I crouched beside the bed. “Somebody woke up feeling needy.”
He whined when I stopped jacking him.
“Do you want more today?” I pressed my finger against his front hole. “Daddy’s been curious to see how it’ll feel here. Do you want that, too?”
“Please, Daddy,” he begged, lifting his butt off the bed. I pressed a finger inside, slowly fucking him, curving my finger until I hit his pleasure spot. Respecting how he referred to his body was a vow to him I’d never break. “Can I have another finger, Daddy?”
“How can I refuse when you ask so politely?” I guided a second finger into his passage. “You’re so wet. I might not last very long once I’m in here.”
