Chapter 19
(Zachy)
Merry Christmas, Daddies
Daddy’s morning wood was poking his backside, so Zachy decided to help himself to a treat. After all, it was Christmas and Zachy was super hard. Reaching back, he eased the plug out of himself, stifling the noises he wanted to make so he didn’t wake Daddy. His cock felt so good as Zachy backed up on it and slowly rolled his hips until it had sunk inside of him fully.
Mornings were for slow, lazy rides, at least until Daddy woke up and took over. Then Zachy was gonna get squished and fucked into the mattress. Just the thought had him shuddering as he rocked on Daddy’s cock, a low growl behind him a sure sign that he was stirring. Daddy’s arm tightened on his hip, pinning him as he withdrew and slammed his cock back in, drawing a whimper and a whine from Zachy.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” Zachy moaned as Daddy yanked him down to meet his thrust.
Zachy’s cock twitched, precum welling up on the tip, but when Zachy went to stroke himself, Daddy roughly pinched his nipple.
“No touching Daddy’s toys!”
His voice rolled through Zachy’s head the way Daddy’s cock kept rolling against the bundle of nerves inside of him. Daddy pinched his other nipple and nipped his shoulder, shockwaves of electric pleasure rippling through him as Daddy thrust up into him again, then Daddy pressed on his hip and Zachy rolled, face down with Daddy’s cock buried inside him.
The whole bed rocked when Daddy grabbed the headboard and thrust into him, driving Zacky’s hips against the bed. His cock rubbed the sheet, the only stimulation it got as Daddy fucked into him until Zachy shuddered, crying out against the sheets. The added rubbing made things extra sensitive as Daddy fucked him more, pulling out before he’d finished.
Dazed, Zachy struggled to lift his head so he could see what was going on, only to feel a hand on his bottom, giving it a squeeze.
“What about me,” Daddy Cooper murmured. “Can I touch?”
“Only if I can touch you,” Gage growled.
The hand that had been fondling him withdrew, replaced by a different hand, one with blunt nails that raked lightly over his ass before prying his cheeks apart. Daddy Cooper entered him in one long, hard thrust that made Zachy cry out and clutch the pillow as his cock started hardening again. He fucked Zachy deep and slow, until the bed dipped, and an added weight pressed him further into the mattress.
Daddy Cooper moaned, fingertips digging into Zachy’s hip.
“Fuckkkk,” Daddy Cooper growled, the weight of him shifting. With sudden clarity, Zachy realized what was happening. Daddy Gage was fucking Daddy Cooper while he was fucking Zachy, whose cock didn’t even have room to twitch at the wicked image that had popped in his head.
He wanted to watch. He wanted to see his Daddies fucking on another, then he wanted to see if they could stuff him full without breaking him in half. Daddy Cooper wasn’t thrusting into him anymore, instead his cock ground against Zachy’s sweet spot, leaving him in a state of agonizing bliss. Everything bordered on too much and he couldn’t even writhe. The bed beneath him was growing soaked with his precum as Daddy Cooper’s cock drove him closer to climax. The bed creaked, banging against the stone backsplash. Zachy came with images of the bed falling apart beneath them, flashing like fireworks in his head.
Afterwards, as he lay mashed against the sheets, drifting as his heavy ass Daddies peeled themselves off him, Zachy couldn’t think of a better start to Christmas morning. All thoughts of rushing from his bed to go see all the presents had flown out the window the moment he’d settled on Daddies cock. He was content to lay there while someone cleaned him with a warm, soapy cloth while someone else stroked his hair.
“I think someone is deserving of breakfast in bed, don’t you?” Daddy Gage rumbled by Zachy’s ears.
“Wanna see my presents,” Zachy protested, because as nice as breakfast in bed sounded, he just needed a few more minutes to sort himself out then he’d be good to go. He was just so relaxed, and everything felt wonderful.
“You’ll have to leave the bed for that,” Daddy Gage informed him “There are too many for us to bring in here.”
“Wow, really? I’ve got that many preezies?”
Little Zachy was squirmy and excited, dancing around in Zachy’s head while he mustered up the energy to push himself up enough that he could flop on his side.
“You certainly do,” Daddy Cooper replied as he brushed the hair from Zachy’s eyes.
“Yey!”
Scrambling, he sent a pillow tumbling as he lurched from the bed and stumble-staggered into the bathroom, managing to get the shower going before he had to pee. He might be in a hurry, but he wasn’t in too much of a hurry that he didn’t want to be clean before he put his Christmas pajamas on.
Daddy had gotten him polar bears, to match the aprons they’d found, and gingerbread men, to match their decorations. Now, he had a mini collection of both, and intended to wear them until winter was over.
His Daddies joined him beneath the spray moments after he got in, but they were behaving this morning and letting him wash himself since they’d already had a bit of fun together. They’d have more too, he still had plans to ride them on the floor in front of the tree, with nothing but Christmas lights and flames to illuminate them. It was already his best adult Christmas, but the child in him was eager to get to the wrapping paper and bows. Even better though, he couldn’t wait for them to see the gifts he’d stashed under there for them.
Daddy Gage cleaned up super-fast and slipped away, leaving Daddy Cooper to help him finish washing and then drying his hair. He was as exacting about it as Daddy Gage and wouldn’t let him squirm away until he was satisfied that it was no longer damp.
“It won’t do for you to get sick while you have free time to play with all your new toys,” Daddy Cooper told him as he ran the comb through the strands.
“That’s what Daddy Gage said,” Zachy said, frowning as a thought popped into his head, something he’d meant to ask last night, but was too tired to bring up to them.
“Uh-oh, I know that look. Out with it so it doesn’t fester.”
“Was just wondering if it would be okay to call you Papa and Daddy Gage, Daddy.”
“I don’t have a problem with that at all.”
“Yey! Thank you! I like that better than using your names. I want you to be Daddy and Papa. Saying it the other way seemed kinda wrong to me.”
“It’s okay,” Papa told him. “I’m glad you brought it up. See, you got it out of the way and now you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Papa said. “Now let’s get you dressed so you can see all the cool things you got.”
Zachy skipped naked out to the bedroom, and decided it was absolutely gonna be the polar bear pajamas with the blue stocking hats on their heads. Slipping in it, he sighed as the furry interior glided over his skin, zipped it quickly and hurried out to see the tree he hadn’t been able to get a good look at when he’d crept out in the middle of the night. They’d left the tree lights on, but the rest of the lights had been unplugged. Zachy had been afraid that turning the overhead on would alert Daddy, though how he always managed to see the sliver of light beneath the door when he was supposed to be asleep, was beyond him, but Daddy noticed, constantly. Zachy had added the gifts he had for them to the horseshoe of presents in front of the tree, but it wasn’t until he stood in front of it now that he could see how many were piled behind it.
There were pressies everywhere!
He danced around the living room, shaking his rear and prancing, at least until he heard the door open as Papa left the bedroom. Then he parked himself on his ass on the carpet in front of the tree, folded his hands in his lap so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch anything, and patiently waited for Daddy to appear. He could smell the coffee, which meant Daddy was probably working on his second cup and Zachy should just be patient.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Zachy whipped his head to the right and squealed at the sight of Daddy in a Krampus costume, having to duck his head to get the horns through the doorway. Bouncing on his bottom, he could barely contain himself as Daddy crossed the room with slow, plodding steps, his low, rumbling voice raising goosebumps along Zachy’s skin.
“Is this a good boy I see, or one who will need to be punished and imprisoned in my snow globe?”
“Only if you gets to be in there with me!” Zachy declared.
“Cheeky boy,” Daddy Krampus growled as he sat on the floor beside the tree.
“Is it just me, or did the pile expand since I was out here last?” Papa said as he sat on the couch.
He’d opted for candy cane covered sleep pants and a top that had two candy canes crossed in front of it.
“I thought the same thing when I came out here, until I realized just how easy it would have been for a certain imp, who got way more sleep than we did last night, to slip from the bed and make mischief in the night.”
“I wasn’t makin’’ mischief Daddy, I was delivering gifts.”
“I see,” Daddy Krampus rumbled. “I suppose I’ll let it pass, this time, but I’ll be watching you, little one.”
Zachy just grinned at him and was tempted to turn around and wiggle his tush, but he was libel to get a pop on it for being that cheeky. He loved when Daddy watched him and loved putting on a show when he caught him at it.
Krampus selected a square package wrapped in glittery gingerbread wrapping paper and passed it to Zachy, who tried to curb his enthusiasm and untie the ribbon properly, but it was on their so good he had to wrestle with it a little, which meant that he was all ripping fingers and flying paper bits by the time he got to that part.
“Oooooo, lizards!” Zachy squealed as he held up the box, staring at the images of the brightly colored plastic reptiles the box contained. They were the perfect size for his dioramas and the terrarium he was planning out. Tracing his fingertips over a spotted gecko, he started to picture the different hues of sand and gravel he’d need to mix to help it blend into his surroundings.
Even excited he took the time to pause and truly appreciate each of his gifts before tearing the wrapping paper off the next one in between watching his Daddies open their gifts. The look on Papa’s face when he discovered the collection of books he’d been forgetting to pick up for months, had made Zachy feel amazing, especially when he commented on how much he was going to enjoy them with the cocoa bombs and spoons they’d found for him. He and Daddy agreed that Papa needed ways to unwind, so they’d set about filling his holiday with different things they’d hoped he’d enjoy.
“Whoa. What!” Zachy screeched as ripped wrapping paper parted to reveal building block kits that were their own little terrarium worlds. Someone had melded his two favorite things and holy crap; it had hundreds of pieces!
Squirming, he turned the box around to see different images, all of what it would look like when he finally put it together. His fingers itched to get started, but there was still half a tree worth of preezies to unwrap. Reluctantly he set it aside and unwrapped the next one Daddy Krampus passed him, only to discover another terrarium in the same set. Building time was going to be magnificent. Curiosity kept him opening gifts until the final one had been passed out and his stomach rumbled, reminding him of how vigorous the morning activities had been and how many hours had passed since he’d had a meal.
“Now, there is one more very special gift for a wonderful little boy,” Daddy Krampus declared. “But it wouldn’t fit in here so I’m afraid you’ll have to follow me if you wish to see it.”
Giggling, Zacky squirmed to his feet and rubbed his prickly leg, wobbling as he turned to see what had become of the room behind him.
Holy frickin’ wrapping paper explosion.
It filled the space between the coffee table and where he sat, some stray pieces having rolled towards the hall and the bedroom door. Daddy Krampus headed in the other direction though and held out one clawed hand which Zachy eagerly took. It tickled his fingers when Daddy Krampus closed the claws around them, the soft, flexible material feeling smooth against his skin. Skipping along, Zachy went with him to the guest bedroom where he’d stayed the first few nights that he’d slept over, but when Daddy Krampus opened up the door, it didn’t look the same.
“We couldn’t buy you all of those toys without giving you a space to keep them and to work on your projects,” Daddy Krampus declared. “So welcome to your new playroom.”
“I…..” Zachy squeaked, dancing, clinging, then hurling himself into Daddy’s arms and sending them both tumbling to the floor as the costume had left him off balance. Snuggling on top of him, he heard the snick, snick of Papa taking pictures on his phone’s camera, while Zacky kissed the mask covering Daddy’s face, hugged him tight and pressed his head to his shoulder so they could cuddle right there on the floor.
“I gots a playroom,” Zachy whispered, tears making his eyes feel prickly. “I gots a playroom and a Daddy and a Papa!”
“You sure do,” Daddy said as he squeezed him tight. “Now how about helping your poor Daddy off the phone now that you’ve squished him.”
Giggling, Zacky popped his thumb out of his mouth and squirmed off Daddy, knelt and struggled to help tug him and the heavy costume off the floor. Papa had to help, and even then, they struggled a little, grunting until he was upright between them.”
“Daddy, I’s glad you’re in the sound booth,” Zachy said, grinning up at him. “We’d be havin’ ta flip you over all the time if you was playin’ the turtle.”
Daddy chuckled at that, then tried to tickle Zachy with the long fingers, but his outfit was too thick, and they were too bendy, so Zachy just skipped away and into his room, pausing in the middle so he could spin and see everything. One wall was mountains, and another was the ocean with a whale breaching and seagulls flying overhead. He could see other animals too, as he looked closer, they’d been printed beneath the blue, hidden gems he’d have to spend time finding so he could appreciate them all. The wall with the windows was a forest, with animals peeking out from between all the trees, while the final wall was a desert filled with snakes, lizards and cactuses, some reaching all the way to the ceiling. He touched it and discovered that it was smooth, like cloth that had been applied to the wall. How cool was that. No wonder he hadn’t smelled anything.
Tipping his head back revealed the ceiling and the almost S shaped way it was divided, half day, with the sun and clouds and even a prop plane flying past, while the other side was night, with the moon and stars and a comet racing across the heavens. It was the coolest room ever and Zachy ran back to his Daddy and Papa to hug them.
“I love you, Daddies!” Zachy said as he squeezed as tight as he could. “I love you! I love you! I love you! This is the most awesomest room ever! There’s space for everything. All my stuffies are gonna have a spot and I’ve got an art desk! It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the bestest best best Daddies in the whole wide world.”
Daddy chuckled; his cloth clawed hands curling against the side of Zachy’s head.
“It’s an awfully big planet,” Daddy rumbled teasingly as Papa squished him from the other side. “Are you sure you’ve found the best already?”
“I’m sure, Daddy. I’m better than sure.”
“What’s better than sure?” Papa asked.
“Irrefutably, unequivocally, positively positive!” Zachy declared, leaving no room for argument.
Not that he got any. They just hugged him and held him and squished him a little, which as far as he was concerned was the very best feeling in the world.”
“Well, do you know what I am Irrefutably, unequivocally, positively positive about,” Papa asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of Zachy’s head.
“No, what, Papa?”
“That we have the very bestest best boy in the world.”