Chapter 9
Daniel
Daddy… he called me Daddy. A tidal wave of emotions slammed through me so hard I felt like I would be washed away. I wrapped my arms around his small frame, pulling him into me. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I greedily inhaled his scent.
“My sweet boy, I’m so proud of you. Thank you so much for giving me this chance. I promise not to betray your trust and take care of you for as long as you’re willing to let me. Now come on, let’s get my boy changed.”
Tristan nodded his head against mine. I helped him stand and placed him between my spread thighs.
Touching his chest, I began softly caressing his skin.
He wasn’t as anxious as before, but I could still see tension in the way he held his body.
I kept my touch comforting and light as I explored the expanse of his chest and stomach, letting him get used to my skin against his.
He began to melt against my hand, pushing against me, the last of his tension melting away.
I trailed my hands lower and slipped my fingers into the waistband of his briefs.
“So beautiful. Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, I ready, Daddy.” His voice was so soft and breathy-sounding, almost like a whimper.
I think my boy liked my touches, but it didn’t look like he was hard, so maybe I was misreading the situation.
But that didn’t matter; all that mattered right now was getting my boy ready for bed and making him feel comfortable.
My breath caught in my lungs as I slowly pulled his undies down.
My mouth watered as I watched a string of precome drip from his leaking head onto the inner lining of the cotton.
His beautiful cock was hard as nails, barely jutting out from his body as the head continued to leak onto his undies.
He couldn’t have been more than two inches.
Two glorious inches that I craved to wrap my lips around and fuck…
so much pre-come. Suddenly, I felt like I was in the desert and hadn’t had a drop of liquid in days, and the only thing that could quench my thirst was his gorgeous, leaking cock.
“Baby… Fuck. This is the prettiest little penis I’ve ever seen.
” I took my finger and held it under his weeping tip, catching some of the stream flowing from him.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. It’s driving me crazy.
” I brought my finger up to my mouth and licked it clean.
I couldn’t hold back the deep groan that escaped me as his flavor burst over my tongue.
Tristan’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he watched me suck my finger clean.
Pulling my finger from my mouth, I groaned, already missing his flavor on my tongue. This boy was going to be the death of me. I’d only just had my first taste of him, and I knew it was a taste I’d never get enough of.
“Damn baby boy, you taste delicious.” He squirmed under my heated gaze as he let out a soft whimper. Tristan, standing there with his gorgeous little dick leaking in his undies as he whimpered and wiggled, had my cock so hard I thought it was going to rip open my zipper.
“Shit, sweetheart, you look so yummy, I just want to gobble you up. Is this what you were so worried about?”
“Yes. I’ve been bullied for it a lot. Some friends in high school found out and teased me for years. I thought that would be the end, but the few guys I dated also made fun of me.” He sniffled as tears started to stream down his freckled cheeks.
“They said- They said I wasn’t a real man and that no wonder I’m a bottom because my dick was useless.
They also hated how much I leaked and said it was too messy and gross, and made me feel like I was disgusting.
It starts leaking anytime I get hard or have sex, that’s why I always wear thick undies and use Bun Bun, cause the material soaks it all up.
My doctor recommended diapers, but I wanted to save that for my Daddy. ”
A possessive anger I had never felt before bubbled up inside me.
This sweet boy and his precious dick deserved to be worshipped, not made to feel useless and disgusting.
I yearned to give him the acceptance and pleasure he deserved.
Taking a deep breath, I looked into his gorgeous green eyes, letting their warmth soothe the anger brewing inside me.
My sweet boy didn’t need anger; he needed softness and acceptance, and I was more than willing to provide.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. They were horrible, nasty people, and they didn’t deserve you. There is nothing useless or disgusting about you or your gorgeous little cock. When you’re ready, I would be honored to diaper you… wait. What’s a Bun Bun?”
Tristan’s face went bright red as he shifted side to side. “Umm, He’s- Bun Bun is…” He stammered for a bit longer, his words finally tailing off as he looked at me with pleading eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, whatever it is, I won’t judge you. Would it be easier to show me?”
He nodded furiously, backing away to grab whatever a Bun Bun was. My hand shot out to grab his waist as his underwear got caught around his ankles. “Hang on, boy, I’ve got you.” I reached down and removed them, giving him a soft pat on his outer thigh. “There you go, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sweet boy. Now show me this Bun Bun.”
He left the room but was back within seconds. He entered the room with a sheepish look, holding a stuffed bunny the size of his torso. “Sorry, I had to go get him out of the dryer. He was umm… he was dirty.”
My face broke out into a smirk. I was sure I knew what happened, but I had to make sure. “He’s such a cute bunny. Why was he dirty, baby?”
I sat with my back against the headboard and pulled him into my lap until his back was flush against my chest. I wanted nothing more than to see my boy’s adorable face as he told me why his Bun Bun needed to be washed, but I had a feeling he would find this easier if he couldn’t see my face.
He held Bun Bun tight against him as his voice came out in a whisper.
“I made him sticky, Daddy… I tried to go to sleep, I really did, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Cleaning up is such a pain, and Bun Bun soaks it all up.”
My cock hardened in my jeans as I imagined my sexy boy humping his cute little bunny. I couldn’t hold back the growl that escaped as I softly nipped his earlobe.
“Did my sweet baby like humping his bunny and making him all dirty?” He shivered as I ran my hands down his sides, caressing his soft skin.
“Yes, he feels so good and soft. See?”
Tristan grabbed my hand with his and guided me down toward Bun Bun’s bottom. I was confused until I felt the fur give way, and two of my fingers slid into a soft pocket of fuzz. My cock throbbed behind my zipper, my sweet boy was turning out to be deliciously naughty, and I loved it.
“Fuck boy. That’s so fucking sexy.” He squirmed in my lap as his breath hitched.
“Really? You don’t think it’s gross.”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t. I love your naughty bunny and your wet winkie. Messy little boys are the ones who have the most fun.” I tightened my grip on his hip, grinding him down on my trapped cock. “See, baby, this is what you’re doing to me.”
He let out a gasp, his hips bucked, his hard cock seeking friction. His little dick bumped against the back of my hand that was still buried deep in his bunny’s hole. The back of my hand was covered in pre-come, and I couldn’t help myself as I pulled it free to lick his juices off my flesh.
“Daddy, please, it hurts.”
“What hurts, sweetheart? Is it this?” I reached down and palmed his wet cock and rubbed his juices around.
“Yes, I’m so hard, Daddy.”
“Do you want to use Bun Bun? Do you want to breed your cute little bunny and make him all dirty again?”
“Yes Daddy, please. Can I? I promise I’ll be good and make him all nice and clean again.”
“I know you will, sweetheart. You take good care of him, don’t you? Just like how I’m going to take care of you.”
I wrapped my hand around his precious little cock and guided him toward Bun Bun’s slit. “Be good for Daddy and feed Bun Bun your delicious cum.”
The whimper that tore through him as I helped him bury his dick into the soft fur made my cock throb with want. My dick was going to have to wait. This was all about pleasing my boy. “That’s it, baby, there you go, all nice and tucked in.”
Wrapping my arms around him and Bun Bun, I rocked my hips forward, grinding my cock against his ass, making him thrust inside the fuzzy channel.
“Ahh, Daddy.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Daddy’s here, I’ve got you. All you have to do is feel.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, nibbling on the soft flesh of his throat. He quickly became a squirming mess as I continued rocking into him, sending his weeping cock deeper and deeper into the furry hole.
“Such a good boy for Daddy. So soft and yummy. Does Bun Bun feel good, baby boy?”
“So good, Daddy. Ahh, please, please, can I come, Daddy?”
Tristan asking for my permission nearly had me unloading into my boxers. I held back, wanting all my focus on his release. I needed his pleasure like I needed air. All I wanted was to make my baby come.
“Do it, Sweetheart. Show Daddy how good he made you feel and fill up your bunny.”
His scream filled the room, and his body stiffened as his back arched against my chest.
“Ahh, Daddy, I- I’m coming.”
I growled into his neck, feeling the pleasure I’d given him coursing through his body as he writhed against me, bringing me a deep satisfaction that not even an orgasm could achieve.
“Good boy. So good for Daddy.” My hips slowed as I helped him ride the waves of his orgasm.
My chest heaved as he slumped against me, completely sated. Reaching down, I felt his cum leaking out of Bun Bun, dripping onto his already soft cock.
“Such a dirty baby, I love how wet and sloppy you get for me.”
He hummed a sound of contentment, too wrung out and exhausted to form words. I reached up, grabbed his chin, and tilted his head so I could place a kiss on his temple. “Stay right here, baby, I’m going to go find something to clean you up.”
He shifted slightly, pointing to his bedside table, and grunted. I reached over and opened the drawer, finding a pack of baby wipes. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
I took Bun Bun and placed him in a spot where he wouldn’t make a mess. Tristan squirmed as I cleaned him with the cold wipes. “I know it’s cold, baby, I’ll be done soon, and we’ll get you all warm and cozy.”
Tristan was limp as I maneuvered him off of me and got him dressed in his jammies. He curled up on his side and snuggled into his blankets as I tucked them around him, making sure he was nice and warm.
He reached out, making grabby hands at his bedside table. I opened the drawer and quickly found a deep red pacifier decorated with orange jewels, featuring a Dragon on the front. I took the pacifier and rubbed the nipple across his plump lips.
“Here you go, little one, open up.”
His lips parted, his cute little tongue poking out, and he sucked the rubber teat into his mouth. He looked up at me with so much affection that it made my heart hammer in my chest. I grabbed Ember and handed him to Tristan. My boy needed his stuffie, and Bun Bun was down for the count.
His words came out slurred as he spoke around his pacifier. “Fank you, Daddy.”
I felt like I was on top of the world as I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You’re welcome, little one. Anything for you… always.”