Marcus
Eric’s shocked expression was priceless.
Stunned but not frightened, he seemed almost curious, so I stopped putting his diaper on and continued talking. “You are constantly putting yourself down. Would you want me to let you constantly do that to someone else? Would you want me to stand by and let you pick on someone and say they didn’t have enough courage?”
“No!” The idea seemed to genuinely shock Eric.
“What makes you think I should sit by and watch you do it to yourself, then?”
“Um…” He just stared at me, laying down with his legs splayed and completely ignoring it.
“You need help remembering to be nice to my sweet boy. I’m not going to let anyone be mean to my baby. Got it?” I gave him a stern look, but I hoped there were enough softer emotions coming through for him to understand I wasn’t mad.
He thought for a moment, quiet while his mind whirled, and eventually he nodded his head. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
His voice was low, and the tone told me he knew why I was doing it. I wanted him to understand that he couldn’t keep putting himself down. I was so proud of how far he’d come and everything he’d done, and he needed to feel the same. I might’ve worried that he was taking it too hard, but his erection let me know that even though he was sorry about his behavior, the spanking didn’t scare him.
No, my boy was clearly looking forward to it. Even if he didn’t like disappointing me.
He’d been starting to react as I’d undressed him and began getting him ready for our evening. However, his mind hadn’t even seemed to register his arousal. He’d ignored it completely. I’d thought there was probably too much going through his thoughts from his evening out for it to be at the front of his mind. His main focus seemed to be putting it all behind him so he could relax.
The topic of his spanking seemed to have changed that, though.
“But you’re not mad at me?” It sounded like he was simply double-checking, not doubting my words.
“No, Baby, I’m doing this to help you remember, that’s it.” And because I was pretty sure he was curious about it and wouldn’t ask for it himself—at least, not for a long while.
“Okay, Daddy. I understand.” He was clearly conflicted, but trust and love shone in his eyes.
“Good boy. Now roll over and crawl up to the head of the bed. You’re going to lay across my lap.” As he rolled over, I set the diaper aside and just watched as my half-naked, sweet boy slowly made his way across the mattress.
I wasn’t sure if the naked part didn’t make a difference to him or if he was just too focused on what was going to happen to care. He didn’t even seem to be thinking about it, though. Eric just inched his way across like he was a pirate being made to walk the plank.
By the time I’d walked around the side of the bed and crawled up to lean against the headboard, he’d just made it. Gathering him up into my arms, I ran my finger over his bottom lip, keeping him from chewing on it even more.
“Let’s get you a new binkie for the night so you don’t hurt yourself.” He knelt by my side, tucked in close to me as I reached over to the nightstand to grab his binkie. “There we go.”
Sliding it in, I watched as he started sucking on it, his wide eyes looking nervous and conflicted. “Okay, Baby. Over my lap like a good boy.”
He stared at my lap like he’d never seen legs before, but he nodded and moved to drape himself over me. He jerked as his erection slid between my thighs. Had he not realized he was turned on?
Maybe not.
“I’m glad you’re ready for your spanking.” I shifted to rub my legs against his now-straining cock and let them caress it, teasing him. His bottom might get a little sore, but other parts of him were going to feel wonderful by the time we were finished. “When we’re done, you’re going to remember to be good, but you know Daddy’s not going to spank your bottom too hard.”
He groaned and his head fell against the bed, embarrassment clearly growing. Resting one hand on his back, I rubbed soothing circles over his ass with the other. Just because he was getting a spanking didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it in the end.
I wanted him to be nicer to himself, but I didn’t want him to fear getting spanked. That wasn’t the point at all. “I want you to take your spanking like a good boy, but if it’s too much, you need to tell me ‘red.’ Do you understand?”
We’d discussed safewords, but I wasn’t sure if his brain was firing on all cylinders at that moment, and I wasn’t going to take any chances. He gave me a shaky nod. It was clear his mind wasn’t on anything else but what was going to happen.
I let him relax on my lap as I caressed his bottom and thighs, getting him used to the feeling of being draped over me. When his head was laying on the bed and he was calm, sucking on his binkie and just watching me, I knew we could start.
Bringing my hand down carefully, I watched as his body jolted and a moan escaped around his binkie. I was gentle as I spanked him, letting the heat build as the obvious pleasure rolled through him. His cock jerked against me with every impact, and eventually his embarrassment and worry were completely drowned out by the sensations flooding through him.
Spreading the spanking out over his bottom, I watched as his legs twitched and I could feel him strain to keep still. The way his cock pulsed between my legs, I knew he wanted to thrust himself against me and ride the painful pleasure. He was trying so hard to be good.
One day, I would tease him and tell him he couldn’t come. There were so many toys I could use and so many things I knew he’d want to explore, but for the time being, I didn’t want to rush him. For his first spanking, I wanted it to be just the two of us. Just the pain and pleasure mixing while I held him.
When his bottom was beautiful and pink and he was shaking with need, I let my hand rest on his ass, teasing the warm skin. “Have you learned your lesson, Baby? Are you going to remember to be a good boy? No more putting yourself down?”
He blinked up at me, binkie long gone, and I knew he couldn’t decide what to say. His instinctive response was to please me, and I could see he wanted to be good. With his hard cock and blown pupils, his frantic need was pushing at him and it was clear he wasn’t ready for the spanking to be over.
He was desperate to come.
And I was the kind of daddy who wanted to give his boy everything he needed.
Letting my hands wander over his bottom, I teased at the tight circle of muscle that flashed at me as he squirmed. “Have you learned your lesson? You’ve been very good for your spanking, Baby. However, I can’t give you a reward until I know you’re going to remember to be nice.”
“Reward?” The word came out needy and almost pleading. He wasn’t sure how to ask for what he wanted, but he knew he needed more.
“Yes, Baby. You did so wonderful for Daddy that you get a treat.” I let my fingers tease around his clenched opening, and I could feel the shiver that ran through him. “Are you ready for your special reward?”
When my thumb ran over his sensitive entrance, he shook and cried out, “Yes, please, Daddy.”
He might have some internal conflicts sometimes about being turned on when we played, but in that moment, it was obvious that he didn’t care. He wasn’t in subspace, but the desperate need and arousal that were swirling through him were just as beautiful.
“So no more mean words about my sweet boy?”
Eric shook his head. “No, Daddy! I’ll be good. Please!”
Yes, my boy would love toys with his spankings—and I would have fun reminding him to be nice to my sweet boy when he needed it.
“I’m glad. If you can remember that, then you can earn more rewards.” I traced circles around his hole and massaged his pink bottom with my other hand.
He arched, thrusting his cock harder between my legs. “Yes…Daddy…more…please…”
He was so close I could almost feel the pleasure coursing through him, ready to explode. I wasn’t going to be able to torment him for long. Just the spanking had been enough to push him right to the edge. I tightened my legs around his cock and teased his hard length as I reached for the lube on the nightstand.
While he writhed and shook, desperately trying to get enough friction to come, I slicked up two fingers and brought them back to his opening. Pressing carefully against his hole, not breaching him yet, I felt him quiver and loved the needy words that started flooding out of him.
The ramble of random words hit a frantic note as the first finger eased inside him. His body swallowed me up, pulling at me to go deeper. Thrusting in and out, I fucked him, pushing him even closer to the orgasm that was chasing him. Adding the second finger almost sent him flying. The sensation was just too much.
When I finally went deep enough to caress his prostate, he gasped and begged. Frantic, he thrust back and fucked himself on my fingers, rocking between the pleasure inside him and the tight grip of my legs around his cock. Thrusting hard one last time, I squeezed his sensitive bottom and pegged his prostate.
My sweet boy exploded.
Ecstasy screamed out of him as he shook and rode out the waves of sensation that flooded him. Milking the pleasure as long as I could, I teased his sensitive nerves and whispered how beautiful he was…how perfect he was when he came…how much I loved seeing him orgasm for me…how much I loved him.
When he was finally done, he sagged down against the mattress and his only movements were little twitches as the last shocks of his orgasm went through him. I ran my hands slowly up and down his back, under his shirt and then lower over his bottom to his legs.
I wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not, so I smiled when he finally turned his head and looked at me with a loving but thoroughly worn-out expression. “I’m going to be good, Daddy. Thank you for my spanking.”
“Cheeky boy.” I squeezed down on his bottom just hard enough to make him writhe again.
“Oohhh, Daddy.” He moaned and apparently couldn’t decide if it was painful or the perfect pleasure.
“Remember, you only get another special reward later if you’re good and don’t say mean things about my sweet boy.”
He slumped down to the bed when I stopped tormenting his bottom and nodded almost drunkenly. “Very good, Daddy…I’ll be…then you…and a reward…”
“Yes, Baby.” I glanced over at the clock and mentally debated the time. He was so relaxed and out of it, bed was probably best. We’d do the movie Sunday afternoon, or maybe after dinner. “Come here. We’re going to get your pajamas on and crawl into bed and cuddle.”
He scrunched up his face and I could see him trying to pull his thoughts together. He finally gave up. “Movie?”
“Tomorrow, Baby.”
He nodded in that relaxed, slightly out-of-it way and tried to lay back down on the bed. “No, pajamas first, then we’ll cuddle.”
Giving me a dramatic sigh that led into a yawn, Eric nodded sleepily. “Yes, Daddy.” He was sweet and snuggly but made no effort to move. I chuckled and shook my head. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He nodded and his eyes closed. “Sticky.”
Finally giving up, I rolled him over and moved my legs out from under him. When he was relaxed on the bed, just looking at me slightly confused, I sat up on my knees and reached for his things. Cleaning him up with the wipes made him blush a little, but he was still completely sated from his orgasm, so reacting to anything wasn’t high on his list.
When he was clean, I shifted so I was kneeling between his legs and started putting his diaper on. It would work for tonight, even though he usually slept in his briefs instead. “You’re going to look so cute in your diaper and jammies.”
We hadn’t played with the diapers much, but even in the short time we’d been including them in our play, he’d gotten much more comfortable. There was still a light blush on his cheeks, but he didn’t have the same frantic look that said he was ready to bolt. He just watched me and helped lift his bottom when I needed him to. The difference from the initial experience was startling.
By the time I had him dressed, Eric’s eyes were starting to droop. He managed to turn over and curl around to his pillow, but that was about it. Tucking him under the covers, I smoothed his hair away from his face and smiled as he snuggled into me.
“Let me get cleaned up, Baby. I’ll be right back.” I got a dramatic sigh from him, but he eventually managed a nod.
“Where’s my binkie, Daddy?” No hesitation, he didn’t even think about how it would sound or how I would react to the question.
Looking around, I saw that he’d pushed it away as he’d moved over to his pillow. I picked it up and brought it to his lips. “Here you go.”
A muffled, “Thank you, Daddy,” came from around the binkie. Giving him one last kiss, I climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Eric’s cum was covering my pants and even though he’d gotten to orgasm, I was still hard. Images of how sexy he looked spread out over me and how cute he was tucked in with his diaper chased me into the bathroom. I knew by the time I came out, I was going to be almost as relaxed as my boy was.
****
Waking up wrapped around my boy was the perfect way to start the day—and not having anywhere else we had to be only made it better.
Eric’s back was pushed tightly against my chest and his hair was tickling my face. Light was pouring in through the curtains, so I didn’t feel any guilt when I pressed my face into his neck and started teasing at the sensitive skin.
He wiggled and made a sweet little noise when I kissed and licked the long column, but when I bit down, scraping my teeth where his neck met his shoulder, he moaned and pushed his ass into my naked cock. That’s when he seemed to remember his diaper.
His movements stopped and I could feel his body go on alert. While he’d been reacting naturally before, now he was stiff and unsure. It was time to confront his fear of getting hard in his diaper. I planned on us waking up just like this for a long time to come and it didn’t matter how he was dressed, I wanted him to enjoy what we were doing.
I bit down again, just hard enough to send shivers through him, and he jerked. He was desperately trying to figure out how to respond, but I didn’t want him to think. “I woke up next to a cuddly boy…I want him back.”
Trailing my tongue back up to his ears, I used my teeth again, teasing and doing my best to distract him. It was working for the time being, but I knew he’d start to worry again soon if we didn’t put a stop to it.
“You were cuddled up next to Daddy and so perfect, I knew you needed kisses.” I was playing it a bit over the top, but his low laugh said he didn’t mind. “You needed kisses and cuddles and I’m going to give my boy exactly what he needs.”
I brought my hands around his chest and slid them up under his shirt. “What do you think?” Pushing his shirt up higher, I started teasing his nipples and plucking at them.
He gasped and wiggled, pressing his ass back again so it rubbed over my dick. I chuckled and had to tweak them again. “I don’t think that was an answer.”
“Please…yes…more…exactly, yes…” Pushing his chest out against my hands and writhing against my cock, he seemed to have at least momentarily forgotten what he was so worried about—and how to form a complete sentence.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Pinching the tips, I watched as he moaned and thrust back and forth, trying to get more of the sensation he obviously loved. “I think my boy needs even more.”
He gasped out a low, long moan that I thought was a “Yes,” but it was hard to tell. Rolling us both over enough to give me more room, he was sprawled half on my chest and was arching into my touch beautifully.
Sliding one hand down his chest, I kept the other at his nipples, teasing the tight little peaks. He would be sensitive by the time I was done, but I didn’t think he was going to mind. I caressed over his stomach and down his lean torso before stopping to play with the tender skin near where his diaper was poking out of the top of his pajama bottoms.
He stiffened when my hand went over the front to rub his erection through the diaper and pants, but I kept up the assault on his nipples and went back to teasing his ear with my tongue and teeth. Even if he was embarrassed, I wasn’t going to let his brain work enough to let the worry win.
I slowly jerked him off through the cotton of the diaper, knowing it wouldn’t make him come but would drive him absolutely crazy. “See, Daddy’s giving you everything you need.”
“But…more…please…” He shook his head, thrusting up against the hand that was tormenting his cock with too-slow, too-gentle touches.
“You need more?” I tugged on his tight buds, loving the gasp of pleasure as the sensation raced through him. “What do you need? I’m playing with your nipples and your hard cock…what else could my boy want?”
“You…” He gasped out the word, desperate and needy. “I need you…Please, Marcus…Daddy, need you…”
“Where do you need me?”
“Inside me…please…” He gave a low whine of displeasure as I moved my hands, but when I moved out from under him and rolled over so I was pressing him into the bed, he didn’t complain anymore.
“You want me to make love to you?” I rocked my cock against his and smiled as he nodded and tried to push his hips up and rub against me even more. “Do you want me to take off your diaper and slide my cock into you?”
It was blunt and to the point, but that’s what he needed to hear…what he needed to see…that nothing we did was embarrassing or something he needed to worry about. He fought back the embarrassment I knew was warring inside of him and nodded hesitantly, then with more conviction.
I decided he deserved a reward, so I didn’t press any further. Stripping off his shirt, I leaned over him and kissed down his chest. Light flicks of my tongue over his nubs made him moan and he couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted more or if they were too sensitive. He’d push closer, then gasp and plead for more.
When I moved away from the stiff peaks, he started begging for more until he realized I was working my way down his body. I could see worry battling with the arousal coursing through him, but he wasn’t letting the panic win. When I sat up and started easing his pants off, Eric helped me shove the pajama bottoms down and laid there, letting me just look at my beautiful boy.
He didn’t even blink when I took off the diaper and tossed it into the trash can beside the bed. He hadn’t used it, but I knew he’d get there. He wanted it and I knew he wouldn’t let his fear win. He was too strong for that.
Eric reached out and pulled me down to him. I stretched out over him, putting most of my weight on my knees and elbows. He ran his hands up my arms, then reached up to cup my face. He leaned close, kissing me gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Taking his mouth, I poured everything I was feeling into the kiss. I licked and kissed and bit at his lips until we were both panting and he was squirming in my arms, pushing his cock up against mine.
When I finally pulled away, his eyes were glazed, and he grabbed me, pulling me down for more. I reached down between us and gave his dick a slow tug that made his toes curl, and he arched up off the bed.
“Please! Marcus!”
“What do you need?” I leaned in and nibbled on his ears and neck again. “Do you want more kisses?”
“Anything!” His grip tightened and he couldn’t decide if he was trying to pull me closer or push me farther down his body. “You have to…You can’t make me…wait…damn it…Marcus!”
Eric’s demanding yell of pleasure as I bit down on the sensitive point where his neck and shoulder met was beautiful. “You! I just want you. No more teasing!”
“Was I teasing?” Smiling against his shoulder, I ran my tongue up his neck. “I thought I was giving you what you needed?”
“No more, please. Just take me now.” He pushed his hips up to grind his cock against me. “I’m going to come soon if you don’t.”
“Well, we can’t have that. When you come, I’m going to be filling you up and taking you so high you can’t even think.” Pushing off the bed, I knelt and reached for the lube and grabbed a condom out of the drawer.
Tossing what we needed on the bed, I started caressing up his legs again, working my way toward his straining erection. When I finally reached his cock, jerking it off slowly and too carefully for him to come, he was shaking and leaking precum.
He wasn’t going to last—but I was so hard, neither would I, so it didn’t matter.
My boy’s legs were spread, open and needy, making no effort to hide where he wanted me. When he was on the edge and I could see the frantic need reaching his breaking point, I released him long enough to grab the lube.
Eric watched me as I slicked up two fingers, bringing his legs up to his chest and spreading them even wider. There was no hesitation in him and no second-guessing, just honest need. I loved that when he let go, he gave me everything.
The lightest pressure on his clenched hole had me sinking in as his body pulled at me. Thrusting back on my finger, he tried to make me go faster and deeper. Working my way slowly into him, I carefully stretched him as he writhed and demanded more.
When I thought he was ready, I pulled out almost all the way and slid two fingers in. His head fell back and he moaned, loving the stretch. His satisfaction didn’t last long. Soon he was pushing back again as I worked him open.
“Please…you have to…stop teasing me, damn it!” Eric humped back on my fingers, trying to get me to hit his sweet spot again.
“I think someone is itching for a spanking. Is that it? Is that why my sweet boy is fucking himself on my fingers and cursing and demanding to be taken?” My cock jerked at the image, but Eric’s whole body vibrated with energy at the threat. “Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?”
He moaned, a combination of pleasure and embarrassment, but didn’t try to hide his reaction. Pulling my fingers out of him, I reached for the condom and eased it over my erection. Thankful that I decided last night not to wear anything to bed, I was sheathed and braced over him in seconds.
I pushed his legs up higher and gripped his ass. “Did you like your spanking last night? Does my boy want another?”
I teased my cock over his readied hole and just waited. Squeezing on his now-pale cheeks, I made it clear I wasn’t going to make love to him until he’d answered me. I got a frustrated frown, and he shook with strain but nodded. “Yes…you have to again…and over your lap…”
Pushing slowly inside of him, I sank into his tight heat and gave him several shallow thrusts. His head went back and his chest arched up off the bed. “Yes…please…more spankings…yes…”
He was stretched and ready, so I didn’t waste any time taking things slow. Fucking him with long, deep thrusts, I didn’t tease and didn’t make him wait. I thrust in hard, shifting to get the angle just right. His cry of pleasure as my cock caressed his prostate as I went in and out sent shivers down my back.
Just watching his need build made it hard to hold back. He gasped and shook and his cock was wet with precum as it pressed into his abs. I could feel little shocks start firing through his body. He would clench around my dick and it was like his body was trying to pull my orgasm out of me.
Reaching down between us, I gripped his cock in a tight fist and thrust my dick into his prostate, sending his orgasm screaming through him. Wave after wave of pleasure had him crying out as cum flooded his stomach.
The feel of his body tightening around me as he came had my orgasm crashing through me. Shooting into the condom, I couldn’t help but wish I was filling him, marking him as mine. Muscles clenched and I shook as I kept fucking him, trying to keep the pleasure going as long as I could.
When I finally pulled out, I took off the condom and tossed it in the trash before curling up around him and wrapping him in my arms. He snuggled into me, sated and relaxed. He sprinkled kisses over my chest and pressed himself against me. I would finish cleaning him up soon, but in that moment, all I wanted to do was hold him.
Eric’s voice was low and filled with emotion as he wrapped his arms around me. “You give me everything I need, and I want you to know how much I appreciate that and how much I love you.”
Pulling him tight to my chest, I wrapped myself around him and kissed the top of his head. “I’m always going to be here to give you whatever you need, Baby. I love you.”
His voice was warm and tender, completely relaxed, with love threading through the words. “You make me see everything differently…even myself…”
Holding him close, I smiled. “I just made you see the strength that was already there to begin with.”
He’d just needed someone to point it out. Someone to love him unconditionally and to show him that needs and emotions weren’t something that had to be hidden. No matter what the form or who you loved.
Eric’s story continues in Quiet Strength, coming January 2018