Chapter 22
Briar
After our first night, Rivi and I slept together in my room every night. If Trent noticed that Rivi wasn’t in his room and that we skipped some meals, he never said a word.
Saturday came. The visitors started to arrive in the afternoon for Trent’s private kink party.
Rivi was excited. I could also tell he was nervous with all his questions.
“Will some of them have sex right out in the open?”
“Maybe.”
“Do I pretend not to see?”
“If that is happening out in the open it means you are welcome to watch.”
“But we aren’t, right, Daddy?”
“No. I want you all to myself. I don’t like sharing.”
“You did, though. You said it. With Uncle Trent when you were both younger.”
Caught. “Yes. But not sex in the way you’re thinking. We did scenes. Bondage scenes. In leathers.”
“Will you wear your leathers tonight?”
I ruffled his curls. “I plan to.”
He jumped up and down in excitement. “I can’t wait. But….” He looked troubled. Again. “What should I wear?”
I knew what I wanted him to wear. I took his hand and led him upstairs to his room. I opened the drawer where he kept some of his little things and pulled out the onesie he’d not yet worn. It was the one with no legs. Just the top. It was pale blue with little yellow ducks on it.
“Bare legs?” he asked.
“Yes.” I loved to see bare-legged boys.
“What about my feet? Slippers?”
He had only one pair. Pink and fuzzy. It would be far too cute, but I decided it was completely appropriate. I’d be the envy of every daddy there.
“Yes. Slippers. The pink ones.”
“There’s one more thing I’d like, but you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”
“What?” he asked, eyes big.
“A pull-up diaper underneath. I have some just your size.”
“You brought pull-ups?”
“Sweetie, I always come prepared.”
“I want to try them. Will you put them on me?”
He was learning to be everything I wanted without me having to say a word. “Of course, I will.”
Later that day, we got ready for the party in my room. Rivi bounced around the bed, too excited to be still. He finally sat at the foot of the bed when I pulled out my leathers and harness. He watched me dress, his mouth open.
I hadn’t worn them in a long time. It felt natural to be in them again. I pulled the pants up my legs and everything fit perfectly.
“You’re naked underneath those,” Rivi pointed out.
“How observant.”
“They create a pocket for your junk.”
“I had them custom made for the right fit.”
“I like that pouch. It’s sexy.”
“I think so, too.”
The harness wrapped around me like a vest, with silver studs, O-rings and buckles. It went around my waist and crossed over my back and chest.
“No shirt underneath?” Rivi asked.
“Nope.”
“You look hot.”
I moved toward him and tickled him under the chin. “Thank you.”
“What about your feet?”
I held up my hand and went to the closet. I came back with my boots in hand. They were knee-high and studded in front. An invisible zipper sealed them in back. They were clunky and big. Made to be intimidating.
“That outfit shows off what a great body you have,” he said.
I raised my eyebrow. “You think so?”
“I can see with my own eyes.” He batted his eyelashes at me. “But it’s mine, right? You’re not going to let others have you tonight. You’re my daddy. We agreed.”
“We agreed.”
We had not actually discussed a commitment.
Yet. But it was there in Rivi’s eyes whenever I held him in my arms and kissed him.
He wanted it. I wanted it. The end to our vacation was coming all too soon.
We would have to reassess how this would work.
We lived about twenty minutes apart. We both had jobs.
I wanted him in my life and that was that. We had to figure it out.
Tonight, however, was for more holiday playtime. Our winter fantasy wasn’t over yet.
I approached Rivi and reached for him. He held up his arms. I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist.
“Let’s get you ready now.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He circled my neck with his arms and kissed me on the jaw.
His attire was all laid out. I held him a little longer than I needed to, then lay him on his back on the bed. Slowly, I undressed him until he lay naked before me.
“Pretty Pan.”
He giggled.
I got his feet through the holes in the pull-ups and raised them up over his thighs and hips. They fit him well with a pocket for his sweet bulge.
“How do they feel?”
“Soft and comfy.”
Next, I took the onesie in hand. It had snaps at the crotch, so I put it over his head like a dress and got his arms into the sleeves before pulling it all the way down.
“Spread, sweetie.”
He spread his legs, and I squeezed my hand under his ass, grabbing the back and pulling it to meet the front. I snapped it together, patted him gently on the crotch, and said, “There.”
He sat up, looking himself over. “I want to see myself in the mirror.”
I led him to the tall mirror on the door to the bathroom. He had his arms wrapped over his chest, then turned his body side to side. He reached out and grabbed my hand in his, saying, “Look at both of us. We look good.”
“I agree. You look especially wonderful.”
“You do, too.” He pushed his glasses up with his free hand. “I just gotta get my slippers and my bear and I’ll be ready.”
Hand in hand, we walked down to the basement stairs. Other visitors were already there. I heard the drum of music through the walls. When I opened the door and we stepped over the threshold, I was instantly impressed.
The entire basement, five times bigger than Trent’s huge front living room, was decked out with equipment. And a bar. And a giant Christmas tree with various unconventional ornaments including condom garlands and chains.
Rivi stopped just behind me, tugging at my hand.
I turned to look down at him. “What?”
“There’s so much. Lots of people. I don’t see Uncle Trent. Or Ozzy and Maddy. Where are they?”
“They’ll be here.”
“People are looking.”
I had noticed all eyes turned to us as we’d entered. That was normal. But now they were staring at Rivi, at his bare legs and pink slippers.
“That’s just them checking us out. Like we are checking out this room.”
He took a deep breath and moved closer to my hip.
As expected, a line at the bar weaved across the large space.
It was noisy. Industrial music played through overhead speakers.
Other activity had already started. Someone was chained to a St. Andrew’s cross.
He wore leather chaps which left his firm ass bare.
A few men circled him as one gave him a light whipping all over his back and butt.
There were two breeding benches to the left of the cross.
To the right, two harnesses hung from the ceiling.
A giant rocking horse, taller than I was, stood on the other side of the room.
Couches and soft chairs were scattered throughout.
I saw a daddy and a little sitting on one of the couches.
They were unfamiliar to me. But some faces I did recognize from the club.
Two guys in black security uniforms conversed by a side exit that must’ve led back upstairs. Ground floor windows went down one side of the room, ceiling-height.
I gripped Rivi’s hand and walked him to the bar line.
“Let’s get drinks.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” He squeezed my fingers tightly.
Lots of men stared at my boy’s legs. My protective and possessive instinct flared. Of course, Trent would be sure this was a safe space, but I immediately wanted to pick Rivi up and hug him to my chest to show everyone where he belonged.
“Cute slippers,” someone said, passing by with two drinks, one in each hand.
Rivi turned to bury his face against my upper arm. Now both his hands clutched at me, his bear, which he’d informed me was a girl named Ursula, squished between us.
“Is it intimidating because of how they’re dressed?” I asked softly.
“Maybe.” He spoke into my skin, his breath hot.
“Don’t worry, little Pan. I’m right here.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want to leave?”
“No, Daddy.” His glasses poked my bicep. “I want to see everything. I really do.”
When we got to the front of the line, I said, “What would you like?”
“Coke, please.”
“No alcohol?”
“I’m a baby right now,” he whispered.
I should have seen all the signs. Now it was obvious. Did he need a bottle, too?
I gave my order for a screwdriver, then asked the bartender, “You don’t happen to have baby bottles back there, do you?”
“Of course. The owner has a little. We are well-stocked.”
“Wonderful. Coke in a bottle, please.”
I handed the bottle to Rivi who took it and stared at it. “Daddy?”
“For my baby,” I reminded him. “Follow me.”
We found an unoccupied easy chair. I sat and pulled Rivi onto my lap. I set my own drink in the cup holder and tilted Rivi back against one arm, taking his bottle in my hand. Then I put it to his lips.
“May I feed you?”
His eyes widened. He pushed his glasses up over his curls like a headband, then tipped his head back, staring up at me. “Wow, yes, please, Daddy. I’m littler than I’ve ever felt.”
“You said it just a minute ago. You’re a baby right now and that’s okay. I love it. I’m here for you.”
I put the nipple to his lips. He began to suck and his eyelids half-closed as the sugary soda calmed him. Both his hands gripped the straps of my harness. I pressed him close, his hair brushing my exposed pec and nipple. My nips hardened. As did other things. This was a rush for me.
Rivi’s legs bent and he pressed his feet into my thigh. One slipper came half off. I straightened it, then rubbed his stomach in circles as he slowly sipped. I was ready to take care of this boy in every way he would allow.
Just then, the din in the room quieted. I looked up. Trent and Ozzy had just entered. Behind them stood Colin and Maddy.
Trent’s gaze swept the room, finally landing on me and Rivi.
There we were. Me and Rivi. In full daddy and little mode with me giving Rivi a bottle for the first time in public. Trent should have been used to such a scene, but not with his Rivi.
I whispered into my little’s ear. “Trent just arrived.”
Rivi’s body tensed.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
He pulled away from the bottle. “Does he look okay?”
“He’s fine.” I didn’t add that Trent’s brow was furrowed. Or that Trent was now walking toward us, Ozzy in tow.
Colin gave me a little wave, then he and Maddy moved in another direction.
Trent was dressed in an outfit twin to my own. Ozzy looked radiant in a tight, lavender silk onesie with reindeer slippers on his feet. When they got within two feet of us, Ozzy announced loudly, “Daddy, I want a bottle, too.”
What a little genius he was. It broke the ice.
My boy looked up as Trent towered over us. Then his gaze found Ozzy’s. In a tiny, babyish voice, Rivi said, “Daddy let me have a Coke.”
Ozzy tugged at Trent’s hand. Trent turned to him and said, “That’s fine, baby. You can have Coke in a bottle, too.”
He swiveled his attention back to me. “Are you ready for our presentation later?”
I nodded.
Rivi’s eyes widened.
Before I’d even gotten to the estate, Trent and I had made plans to do a scene together. Nothing too intimate or too wild. I wasn’t sure he hadn’t changed his mind.
“Daddy?” Rivi asked in his baby tone.
I ignored Rivi and replied to Trent. “Yes, I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Good. Rivi? Are you okay?”
“Yes.” He lisped. “I—I was a little scared.”
“When we came in, he regressed further back to a baby. I’ve got this,” I said to Trent.
“I trust you do. This is his first time. There’s no one better to show him around and keep him safe.”
I was floored. Trent gave compliments rarely, even to friends.
To Rivi, Trent said, “Hold him tight, Rivi. He’s got your back. And if he doesn’t, he has to answer to me.”
Rivi nodded, burrowing closer to me.
Without another word, Trent moved away. “Come, Ozzy.”
Ozzy took a step to follow, then said, “You look great, Rivi. Let’s play later.”
Rivi pressed against my chest.
“What do you say to that, Rivi?” I asked.
“’Kay. Thank you.”
I smiled at Ozzy who took a few running steps toward Trent, grabbing his hand as they headed toward the front of the line at the bar.
“Well, that all went pretty well, I think.” I moved the bottle back toward Rivi’s mouth.
Rivi grunted and, instead of the bottle, latched onto my bared nipple.
Well, now that was a pleasing surprise. I leaned back and tried not to come in my leathers.