Maddox
Bryan had us packed for school in only a couple of hours, with me mostly lifting and carrying. I think it took me all day last year. And even then, I forgot things. Between his mother’s perfect memory of everything we needed to start school and his to-do list for what should be packed, we were all set. By ten we were walking down to the bakery.
“Did we remember all the sheets?” Bryan’s worry was now focused on everything that needed to be put in the car.
“Yes. You had me put them in the trunk.” I’d already answered almost a dozen questions like that since we left the house.
“What about the kitchen stuff we set aside for you to take to the dorms?”
“Yes. Your mom set that by the door yesterday. It was one of the first things we put in the car.” Michelle was firmly convinced that the dorm kitchen wouldn’t have the things I really needed. So she’d gone through the kitchen and packed up a box of duplicate things like can openers and baking dishes. I guess she figured that I was more likely to cook than Bryan was. Or at least more likely to cook without burning down the building.
I tried to protest, telling her she should be saving some of it for Bryan’s first apartment, but she gave me this look like I was a moron and kept right on packing. It made me think. It was like one of those sitcom moments. Was she thinking the same thing that I was thinking?
Maybe.
I hadn’t brought it up to Bryan yet. It seemed far-fetched and way too soon. We’d only been together—
“Hi, Mr. Haslet. How are you doing?” Bryan’s voice stopped my crazy wandering thoughts.
“Hey, there.” Waving to Mr. Haslet as he was sitting out on the front porch, we stopped and leaned against the fence. “We’re heading to the bakery; did you need anything?”
“No, thank you, boys. Are you almost packed? Your mom mentioned that you boys were heading back tomorrow.” His skirt was blowing against his legs in the wind as he relaxed. He looked cooler than I felt. Even in shorts, the weather was too hot.
“We’re done. Bryan kept us on track and it didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would. We’re heading over to get some good stuff to take back with us. Did you need any help before we leave?” Please say no was all I could think. I wanted to get home and have a quiet afternoon with Bryan.
“No, thank you for offering, though. I’m getting ready to head in and watch my shows. You boys are welcome to come pick some stuff out of the garden to take with you if you’d like. Michelle tells me you’re going to have a kitchen this year, Maddox.”
I wanted to laugh, but I managed to keep a straight face. “Yes, I will. Thank you. We’ll stop by later and grab some of those tomatoes if you don’t mind.”
Michelle made me feel like part of the family. Just the fact that my dorm situation was important enough to her to share with the neighbors was so funny. I couldn’t imagine my own mother talking about me to anyone. Unless it was about future jobs or something like that.
“My mom’s nuts.” Bryan shook his head and mumbled. “She doesn’t need to tell the neighbors everything about us.”
“That’s fine. We’ve got too many anyway. And take some of those bell peppers while you’re there.” Mr. Haslet called out, interrupting Bryan’s griping.
“Yes, sir.” Calling out a final good-bye, we waved and started for the bakery again.
“Thank goodness.” Bryan’s sigh of relief was almost comical.
“I know. I was afraid we were going to be out there weeding again.” I loved helping him out, but I wasn’t in the mood today.
“Me too. I’m ready to get home and hang out with you.” He looked at me and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
I reached out and grabbed his hand. He didn’t even tense anymore, just gave me a squeeze. I could tell he was trying to decide if he was going to ask me something. I didn’t want him to start stressing so I jumped in to answer the unspoken questions.
“Once we’re done at the bakery, we’re going to head home and have lunch. Then play time.” I dropped my voice a little to make sure no one could overhear. The street wasn’t very busy, but I wanted to be careful anyway. “I’m going to get you ready. Then maybe I’ll read you a story. You can play toys with your binkie and have fun. How does that sound?”
His cheeks turned a little pink but he didn’t look away. He simply nodded and squeezed my hand. “I like that plan.”
“I also have a surprise for you.”
“Another one?” He sounded like he couldn’t decide if he was excited or skeptical.
“Yes. I’ll show you after lunch.” I’d gotten him some new toys. I’d borrowed the car the other day, telling him I had to run to the store real quick. While I was there, I found more soldiers for his battles, a couple of miniature race cars, and a small lockable box to keep in my room. I wanted to have stuff at both our places.
He must have decided he was excited because he gave me a sexy pout. “I have to wait?”
Laughing, I nodded. “Yes. Once you eat your lunch like a good boy, then I’ll show you the surprise.”
He gave a low huff but smiled. “We should walk faster then.”
“Very ready for lunch, huh?”
“Yup, I’m starving.” The little look he gave me made me think it wasn’t food he was hungry for. Suddenly, lunch seemed like a very good idea.
****
Watching him lying on the floor on his stomach, kicking his feet back and forth, while he lined up his new soldiers, it felt like I was finally able to catch my breath. We’d been going since first thing this morning. I had mixed feelings. On one hand, everything was so stressful, I just wanted the day to be over. On the other, I wanted this to be a day that never ended.
As much as I tried to project confidence for Bryan, I felt like a fake. There was so much up in the air. I wanted it to stay this perfect forever. The two of us together with him relaxed and happy, but I knew it wouldn’t stay this way. For now, I pushed that thought out of my head because I had much more enjoyable things to focus on.
Lunch had been fun. I’d made sandwiches, cutting his up into little triangles, and made everything look like it would on a kid’s plate. I even took the grapes off the stems and found another straw for his milk.
We watched cartoons while we ate and after, I’d taken him upstairs. Once he had his diaper on and was dressed to play, I got the new toys out. He’d been surprised and excited to see the little soldiers on horseback. He handled the box pretty good until I put the key to it on the same chain I had the lock to his cage on. When I put it around my neck, his face got red and he started pushing around the toys on the floor.
I’d figure it out eventually, but I thought it probably had something to do with the reminder that I could lock his dick away or about his submission. Either way, it wasn’t a bad thing. Whatever was running through his mind had his cock hard enough that it was pressing against his diaper.
He was so turned on that every time he laid on his tummy to play, he’d start rubbing his cock against the floor. I’d had to stop him two or three times already. “Baby, you’re rubbing your special place again. You need to be good.”
The little soldier in his hand tumbled to the ground as he stopped squirming and looked up at me sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, B. But you have to remember to behave.”
“I’ll try.” He wasn’t even blushing anymore, so I knew he was incredibly turned on already.
“Good boy.” That only made it more difficult for him to stay still. We went through the same process every time. I’d point out that he was humping the floor—I’d say it nicer, though—then he’d apologize and promise to be good. Then I’d praise him, which only turned him on more, and we’d start the cycle all over again.
It was perfect.
It had been a while since he’d had a spanking and this would be the perfect lead-in for it. My boy was supposed to leave his special places for Daddy, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of behaving. We were waiting for one more thing and if I was reading the signs right, it was almost time.
We didn’t have a set schedule for him to use his diaper. Sometimes I gave him a bottle during playtime and he would go, but a lot of the time it was just him playing in his diaper or naked. As stressed as he’d been lately and as hard as it was going to be to find enough privacy at school, I wanted to make sure he got to fully emerge himself in his role one last time before we left.
He’d been having fun for a while but for the last few minutes, his legs had gone from bouncy to wiggly. It was one of those little signals I’d learned to read. Climbing down from the bed, I went to sit beside him on the floor.
Bryan was confident enough now that he didn’t need me right there to use his diaper anymore, but it still made him feel better. Safer. And at that point, I thought he could use all the comfort I could give him. “Come sit with Daddy.”
He peeked up at me and bit his lip; it was the cutest expression. “Yes, Daddy.”
Sitting up, he turned around to press his back into my chest. Running my hands up and down his chest, I let him relax and close his eyes. “That’s my good boy.”
He turned to tuck his face against my neck but he just rested it there, not pressing in enough to actually hide. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Baby.” I never thought I could love somebody so much. It was incredible. And sometimes kind of scary.
We sat like that, cuddling until he relaxed enough to use his diaper. The stress and worry he’d felt the first time he’d done this with me were gone. Now that he understood I wasn’t going to leave him over it and that I liked taking care of him, it was something that had brought us even closer together.
“That’s my good boy.” Giving him a quick hug, I pinched his nipple a little, making him squirm. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Baby.”
We stood up and he walked over to wait by the bed while I got everything ready. Once I had the towel laid out, I gave the bed a pat and told him to climb up. When he was settled, I went to work cleaning him up. When he was ready, instead of putting another diaper on or letting him get dressed, I kept touching him. Keeping him naked and spread out for me, I watched as his cock started to get hard again.
When he was fully erect and his eyes had that sexy, fuck-me look to them, I knew it was time for his spanking. “You were a very naughty boy. Can you tell Daddy what you did?”
He was too turned on to blush, and his brain wasn’t working enough for full sentences. Stammering out a reply, he fought to stay still. It was a losing battle. “The floor…and my diaper…and I was naughty…and my special place.…I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s right. Daddy told you to stop rubbing your special place on the floor.” I tightened my grip on his cock, leaving him breathless for a minute before he moaned, long and low. “Your special place is just for Daddy to touch, isn’t it?”
Looking at me with his eyes glassy and pupils blown, it was like he couldn’t decide if he was actually sorry he’d been bad. “No, that’s just for Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to have to give you a spanking, Baby. You need to remember who controls your special places.” My stern voice made him shiver. I loved watching him when his desire took over.
His legs were shaking and he was so close, I had to loosen my grip on his length and slow my hand. I couldn’t have him coming yet. “Yes, Daddy.” His voice was breathless and thick with need.
My sweet baby loved his spankings.
“Over my lap, B.” Climbing onto the bed, I pushed the pillows around and leaned back against the headboard. He rolled and crawled to me, laying himself over my legs. He was so hard, I knew he wasn’t going to last long.
With his dick tucked between my legs, every spank was going to send him closer to the edge. I brought one hand to his back to steady him, and the other to his ass. Rubbing small circles over his full cheeks, I let my fingers get closer and closer to his hole.
“You were very naughty.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you so you remember how to behave. I’m going to make your bottom nice and red. Every time you sit down, you’re going to remember being bent over my lap.” I gave him a good squeeze and a soft moan escaped.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll remember. I want to remember every time I sit down. Thank you, Daddy.” Passion filled his voice, and I knew he was seconds away from begging.
Lifting my hand, I brought it down with one swift movement, giving him no chance to prepare. When my hand made contact with his bottom again, there were a few seconds of silence and then the sexiest sound came out of my sweet baby.
Pleading little noises that he didn’t try and hide from me. God, he was so sexy. I brought my hand down again over and over. Working back and forth between each cheek while he squirmed and begged. Sometimes he begged for more. Sometimes he begged to come. Sometimes they were random words that didn’t quite make sense.
It was beautiful.
He fought so hard to hold back but as his bottom got redder and more sensitive, I knew he was at the end of his rope. Tightening my legs around his cock, I gave him one last swat right between his cheeks over his little hole. Letting out a strangled cry, every muscle in his body clenched and he came.
Wanting to draw out his pleasure, I reached under his chest and started flicking one of his tits. Then, I finally stopped teasing around his clenched opening and let my fingers gently caress him. His body relaxed, begging for more. I slipped one finger in and started rubbing circles around his prostate.
With every touch of my finger and pull on his nipple, he came even harder. There couldn’t be any cum left inside of him, but his orgasm kept rolling through him. He was so incredibly sexy like this. Laid out for me, giving himself over to me.
When he was finally too sensitive to orgasm anymore, I gently pulled my finger out and let him lay there. No more tension. No more thinking. My baby was peaceful and calm. All it had taken was play time, a thorough spanking, and an incredible orgasm.
Hopefully, it was enough to keep him relaxed. He’d been so stressed lately that he needed every moment of peace I could give him. Listening to him cry this morning had nearly broken my heart. I’d never felt so damned helpless. I had to find a way to make sure we didn’t lose everything we’d gained over the summer.
He meant the world to me; failure wasn’t an option.