Winning Big

Chapter Five

Dom

Rolling over, Dom could immediately tell the difference from any other morning he’d had at the big house. It wasn’t just the soft jammies or the thick diaper but also being better rested than he’d felt in months. He buried his face in the pillow, picking up the faint scent of Remi’s cologne. He inhaled deeply.

Inside his diaper, Dom’s cock was ready for the day.

It had been months since he’d been interested in pleasuring himself or anyone else. Waking up with an erection was just as exciting as remembering how he’d fallen asleep. Remi’s strong arms around him after a bottle of milk with the smooth sound of his voice reading to Dom.

Flexing his hips, Dom rubbed his covered dick against the firm mattress.

Magical.

It felt so good!

He pushed his butt back before grinding down again.

Yes! That was it.

“Should you be doing that?”

Dom shouted as he collapsed on his side, looking over his shoulder. Remi stood in his doorway, peering at him with amusement. “You scared me!” he accused.

Sauntering forward, Remi shook his head. “You would have heard me open your door if you hadn’t been being a bad boy.”

The words made Dom shudder. How would Remi punish him?

“I’m a good boy,” he argued back with his best smile.

“Good boys don’t play with themselves without their Daddy’s permission.”

“I wasn’t touching myself.” Dom held up his hands. “No touchy.”

Reaching down, Remi grabbed a cheek full of Dom’s ass. He squeezed hard enough that Dom felt it even with his padded bottom. “No?”

“No,” Dom said again. “I was just thinking about going back to sleep.”

Remi climbed into the bed while pushing Dom back onto his stomach. He straddled Dom’s upper legs. Remi’s weight pressed Dom’s cock back into the mattress, causing him to moan. “You want to go back to sleep?”

He was about to answer when Remi leaned forward to press his shaft against Dom’s backside. This might be the only time that Dom ever regretted wearing a diaper. He wondered how amazing it would be if he could actually feel Remi’s erection.

“Isn’t this what you were doing, boy?” Remi questioned, digging his hips down.

“Yes,” Dom hissed.

“It feels good,” Remi told him, grinding harder.

“Yeah.”

“Real good.” Remi humped faster.

“Please!”

Remi stopped moving. “Was there something you wanted, baby?”

“Daddy!” Dom screeched.

Remi’s weight lifted before Dom was flipped onto his back. Remi grinned while leaning over him. “Good boy.”

Good boy? What had Dom done?

Cupping his face, Remi kissed Dom gently. Coaxing Dom into opening his mouth and Dom no longer cared why Remi was praising him. Except he’d do it again and again to received kisses like this.

Drawing back, Remi kept his hands on Dom’s cheeks. “That was the first time you called me Daddy.”

Had it been?

“I wanted to slow us down. I want to remember this moment.”

Dom was still panting, trying to get his mind to shift from about to come his brains out to Remi’s words. Remi had a serious look on his face but he was gazing at Dom like he hung the moon. He’d seen the look on other’s faces. When Eric held Ezra or when Dane carried Brandon around. There were feelings in that look.

He tried to shake his head but Remi’s hands tightened on his cheeks. “Say it again.”

Wrapping his fingers around Dom’s wrist, he stared up. This was breaking his own rules. Still the word came easily from his mouth. “Daddy.”

Remi sighed deeply, his eyes closing for a brief moment.

“Daddy, please,” Dom managed.

“My boy.” Remi kissed him again. The same sweet brush of lips before pressing harder.

Dom parted his lips just in time for Remi to swipe his tongue inside.

He sucked on Remi’s tongue.

Remi ran his hands down Dom’s side before he slipped a palm under and up Dom’s shirt. His fingers brushed across Dom’s nipples and Dom arched into him.

“I guess you do deserve a little treat for being such a good boy,” Remi told him. Sitting back on his heels, he pushed the top up Dom’s body and over his head.

Dom was more than happy with the direction this was leading. “I good boy.”

“Very good.” Remi cupped Dom’s erection. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Couldn’t Remi feel how hard his cock was?

“I see that look on your face,” Remi said. “I just want to make sure that I’m not pushing you.”

“I want this. Please! I’ve waited so long.” Dom was completely honest.

“Okay, baby.” Remi rubbed him a few times before removing Dom’s pajama pants.

Once Dom was undressed down to his diaper, reality began to overcome his desire. Would Remi be turned off now? Was the diaper too much for him? They’d had zero time together and already Dom was presenting a kink that would see many men running.

He didn’t look like he was about to run though. Heat blazed in Remi’s gaze. There was no question that Remi wanted him. There was no hesitation as Remi cupped Dom through the diaper.

Lifting his hips, Dom pushed his cock harder against Remi’s touch.

“That’s it, baby,” Remi said. No less heat touching a diaper instead of something a grown-up would wear.

Taking Remi’s word as invitation, Dom pushed his trapped erection harder. Grinding.

“Want Daddy to take off your diaper and touch you?’

“Please, Daddy!” Dom begged.

Remi undid the tabs, exposing Dom’s cock to the cool air. His was fully hard, needing, wanting, precome already leaking from the tip.

“What a gorgeous boy I have laid out for me.” Remi grasped Dom’s cock, stroking from base to tip.

“Your boy,” Dom whispered.

“That’s right. My boy.” Remi jacked him faster. “Mine to do whatever I want with.”

“What…” Dom had to blow out a hard breath. “What do you want to do?”

“This.” Remi leaned down to suck Dom’s shaft into his mouth. Running his tongue under Dom’s mushroom head, Remi stroked while sucking.

There was no way that Dom could keep his hips still. Pushing up, he forced his cock deeper down Remi’s throat.

Instead of backing off or admonishing Dom, Remi hummed with approval as he continued the blow job. An amazing blow job. Ramming his hips up, Dom let the pleasure take over.

Remi’s touch was firm. He knew how to touch, when to tease, how to bring Dom to the edge. Dom was too busy to worry about how he would come across as he chased his orgasm.

Popping off his cock, Remi grinned at him. “Come for me, baby.”

“Yes!” Dom shouted.

Remi took him back into his mouth and sucked.

That was what he’d needed. The permission. Remi’s approval. He came hard, flooding Remi with his seed. Remi swallowed every little bit down until giving one last slow suck.

Dom collapsed back against the mattress while Remi hovered over him.

“I’ve wanted to see that look on your face for so long,” Remi said softly.

“What look?”

“That content, satisfied, dreamy look. One that only I’m going to see from now on.”

“I…happy.”

“I like to see you happy,” Remi said. “And you still have two days of being little to look forward to. I have French toast warming in the oven and Dane is making bacon. Then we’ll go down to the playroom.”

“I have stuff,” Dom said. “Little stuff.”

“I already went and picked it up.” He motioned to the corner of the room. “I wanted you to have everything you need for your weekend.”

Dom had made the right decision choosing Remi. He was an awesome Daddy.

* * * * *

Dom

His Daddy carried Dom into the kitchen where breakfast was waiting, according to Remi. He’d left French toast warming in the oven while Dane finished cooking the bacon.

“About time,” Brandon said with a mouthful. “Daddy wouldn’t let me eat anymore bacon until you had some. But if you’re late for breakfast then you shouldn’t get bacon.”

Dom blinked at his friend. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Even if he had missed out on the bacon it would have been worth it for the blow job he’d received. Instead of using his words, Dom stuck out his tongue.

Brandon’s eyes widened as he gasped. Of course, his mouth was still full, and he ended up choking.

Remi sat Dom down in his chair as Dane walked over to pat Brandon on the back.

“You wouldn’t choke if you didn’t take such big bites and didn’t act like a brat,” Dane admonished.

“Daddy!” Brandon whined. “Dom stuck his tongue out at me.”

“Behave, boy,” Dane warned.

Leaning forward, Dom whispered, “Snitches get stitches.”

Once again Brandon’s eyes widened.

Remi crossed the room chuckling and even Dane let out a bark of laughter.

Brandon huffed.

Knowing that his friend always had his back even when he was being a brat, Dom held out his hand across the table. Brandon grinned at him before catching his fingers and entwining them.

“How are you doing?” Brandon whispered.

Dom darted a look across the kitchen. Remi was pulling a pan of French toast from the oven as Dane filled sippy cups. “Good. I…Remi…we…” Why was it so hard to admit?

Brandon snorted. “Yeah, I figured that out on my own and I’m not even a detective like our guys.”

In response Dom rolled his eyes.

“But Dane said you get an entire weekend of being little?” Brandon questioned.

“Yeah, that’s the plan. He already went by my apartment and grabbed the rest of my stuff.” He squeezed Brandon’s fingers. “I hope we plan play together?”

Brandon nodded. “Daddy promised. And we have to keep Ezra distracted.”

“Where is Ezra?”

“He took Annabelle to camp and has a shift at the coffee shop this morning. Eric is sleeping. He didn’t get in until almost six this morning.”

“Okay, we’ll do a good job distracting Ezra.”

“Such a good job,” Brandon agreed.

“Why don’t you both do a good job eating breakfast to start with?” Remi ordered returning with two plates.

Dom grinned down. It was a child’s divider dish. Bright blue with sparkles. The syrup was in one spot. His French toast cut up. And the final section held two crisp pieces of bacon. It was perfect.

Dane set down a sippy cup.

“Thank you,” Dom said. He looked up and smiled, remembering that Dane had gone out of his way to help with what they’d needed the night before. “Thank you, Uncle Dane.”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” Dane patted his back.

Embarrassed, Dom dropped his head, but Remi started rubbing his back as Brandon nudged his foot under the table. He’d heard Brandon call the others uncle before and the Daddies seemed to love it.

“It’s fine,” Remi whispered. “You’re doing so good.”

“Thanks.” Picking up his fork, he dug into his breakfast. Dom perked up at the first bite. This was the French toast that Dom had made himself before. The hint of vanilla, the melting butter. This was freaking good.

He danced in his chair as he scarfed down his breakfast.

Brandon had gotten more bacon and was chomping away while talking with his mouth full again. Dane admonished him. Brandon would smile and nod. He didn’t change his behavior though.

Remi and Dane were drinking coffee while they ate more slowly.

When Dom’s plate was empty, his hands were sticky and he had syrup all over himself. Using a little fork was a whole lot harder than he had remembered. Fun though.

“Well, we have two messy boys to clean up,” Dane commented.

“That we do.” Remi glanced over and smiled at Dom.

“I sticky,” Dom told him.

Leaning over, Remi grabbed Dom’s hand, bringing Dom’s fingers to his lips. Remi sucked one digit into his mouth.

Oh shit!

“Come on, boy. It’s bath time.” Dane picked Brandon up and carried him from the room.

“Does my boy need a bath too?” Remi questioned. He was still holding Dom’s wrist, hovering his mouth over Dom’s fingers and teasing him.

“Bath?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He could take it anyway he wanted. Dom hadn’t had to worry about anything all morning.

* * * * *

Remi

Finishing up cleaning the kitchen, Remi turned on the dishwasher before drying his hands. Breakfast had been a hit with both the boys. He wished that Ezra had the morning off as well but he’d be home for dinner and Remi would have his hands full with three rambunctious boys and a little girl.

Eric and Dane would both be on shift that evening so it was up to Remi to make sure that Remi’s boy still had his perfect weekend.

He turned out the light as he strode out of the kitchen. Dom should be done bathing. It was time to get his boy dressed for a play session. Dane had been getting everything ready in the playroom they’d had built in the basement.

Returning to the bathroom where he’d left his boy, Remi knocked before opening the door.

Dom had bubbles on top of his head. How had that even happened?

“All done?” Remi asked, closing the door behind him.

“I playing,” Dom told him with a sweet smile.

“I bet the water is turning cold.” Remi sauntered to the tub. He ran his hand into the water. Yep, it was cooling down.

“But I play,” Dom argued.

“Brandon is waiting to play with you. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Dom pursed his lips before finally nodding.

Picking up the body wash and a cloth, Remi went about getting Dom clean from his breakfast. There had been syrup everywhere. Maybe tomorrow Remi would stick with eggs or something less messy.

Dom giggled and squirmed, but Remi finally got him clean. Pulling the stopper to the tub Remi was amused. He lifted Dom out of the water than started to dry him off. Dom shifted from foot to foot, wiggled, and Remi caught him up in the towel before carrying Dom from the bathroom.

He already had a new diaper and clothes for playtime ready on the bed. Which he had also made when he’d fed Jimmy.

“I play. I play. I play with toys.” Dom sing-songed a little ditty.

Remi loved seeing Dom like this. The stress lines were gone from the corners of his eyes. The worry that kept Dom’s dark eyes and scared was lighter.

He placed his boy on the bed.

Dom stretched his arms over his head. The boy’s lean body was a sight that Remi would be forever thankful that he got to see. That Dom had chosen him. Because it was Dom’s choice. Remi might be the dominant between them but Dom held all the cards. He could decide that Remi wasn’t the right Daddy for him. Remi prayed that never happened.

So much was riding on this weekend.

Dom needed to know that he could trust Remi. That Remi would put all of Dom’s needs above everything else. His hands shook when he reached for one of the diapers that he’d picked up from Dom’s place earlier. He could have taken the boy with him, but Remi hadn’t wanted Dom to have to worry about anything. Actually, that was a lie. Remi hadn’t wanted Dom to consider staying at his own place.

There wasn’t much privacy to be found in the shared house, but Remi liked being close to their friends. Plus, he figured that Dom would have more fun with the other boys instead of playing on his own.

He’d heard conversations Dom had with the other boys about the little club that they all went to. The Teddy Bear club was exclusive and catered to the softer side of the BDSM community. Mainly littles and pups. Remi had been to the club himself but as nice as the club was, that was not where Remi wanted to take his boy.

Dom needed to be able to relax into his little persona without the judgment of others.

Taking the edge of the diaper, Remi rubbed the fabric over Dom’s cheek.

His boy gave a deep, happy sigh.

“Let’s get you dressed so you can play.”

“K!” Dom clapped. “Bebe?”

Bebe? That was a new one. Baba meant bottle. Bebe? Remi looked around the room.

Dom snorted and pointed.

Binkie? “Do you want your binkie?”

“Bebe!”

“Okay.” Reaching over, Remi snagged the pacifier off the nightstand. He placed the nipple against Dom’s plump lips. “Take it, baby.”

Dom sucked on the binkie as Remi began to diaper him. Remi made sure that Dom was snuggly tucked into the plastic and cloth before grabbing the dark blue onesie he’d picked out earlier.

“You know that it’s okay to use your diaper, right?” Remi questioned. He needed Dom to know that he was completely in this.

Dom’s eyes widened. He sucked harder on the pacifier.

“I mean it,” Remi said. “I have no problem changing my boy if he’s wet. And good boys get rewards.”

Slowly Dom nodded his head. Relief filling his eyes.

Remi waggled the onesie in front of his boy. “Now let’s get you dressed. Brandon will be waiting.”

Dom made a growling noise.

“That’s right! Monster!” He shook the Cookie Monster onesie at Dom.

Dom laughed, the binkie slipping from his mouth.

“Oops!” Remi joked, picking it back up and replacing it.

He quickly got Dom dressed after that. The boy was getting impatient. Once Dom was ready, Remi picked him up off the bed.

With the binkie still in his mouth, Dom laid his head down on Remi’s shoulder. Carrying his boy out of the bedroom and down the hall, Remi knew that everything was going to go perfectly.

Dane would be there in the morning. Eric would wake around lunch when Ezra would be back from his shift at the coffee shop. Remi would have the three boys and Annabelle for the evening but already had plans made for them.

He pulled open the door before heading down the steps that led to the massive playroom. Eric’s idea to give Ezra and Brandon this space had been brilliant. Annabelle was too young to know what kind of relationship her dad and Eric were involved in, but she was growing up fast. They needed this special space for the boys to relax.

Brandon was already on the floor, playing with big bright blocks as Remi set Dom down beside him.