Chapter 35
Oakley
I couldn’t hold in a whimper as a cramp hit my midsection.
Not again, I thought. Even my mind whined out the words as I sucked harder at the paci.
When I was with Sir, I didn’t have so much trouble with going to the bathroom. Maybe he put something in my food to make sure I went every few days. I don’t know. Whatever the reason, I didn’t like not going.
Maybe that’s why Sir gave me milk, other than to make me suffer. At least then I’d be able go to the bathroom and not be a big baby about it.
I sniffed, pressing myself further into Sabastian. He’d make the pain go away. He did last time, even if I was mostly in a panic attack through the whole ordeal.
The TV was still on, something I had been sort of listening to off and on while I laid against Sabastian’s chest, both of his arms keeping me safe.
I had to wonder why I couldn’t just be normal. Why couldn’t my body just do what it needed without pain all the time? Why did it still make me suffer after everything?
Another whimper caught in my throat. This time, Sabastian’s arms tightened around me. which, really didn’t help since all it did was put pressure on my lower stomach.
“Hurties.” I mumbled, trying to fight off the impending tears.
“What hurts, little one?” His voice was so soft, so caring, that I gave up trying to fight against the tears.
Not able to find the words, I blindly searched out his hand, taking it and placing it right where I felt the pain. When he pressed just a bit, another pained whimper came out of me.
Please make it go away, I begged, sucking as hard as I possibly could on the paci.
“Alright. Can you walk?”
No. I didn’t make a move to get off his lap, either.
“You’re gonna have to at least stand, so I can pick you up better.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“I know, little one, but you have to. Come one. Stand up so I can get a better hold on ya.”
Fine, I sighed, tears falling.
At the smallest movement of me getting off of his lap, pain spiked again. This time stronger as things moved inside.
Thankfully, it didn’t take Sabastian long to stand up too, picking me up to where I could wrap myself around him once more. He pulled up my skirt so my legs would wrap around his hips, his hands under my butt to keep me against him.
Not that I wasn’t going anywhere. My arms were tight around his neck.
With each step up the stairs, my body shifted, causing whimpers to turn to deep whines at the back of my throat.
“We’ll get all sorted out. Just hang on, little one.”
I sniffed, trying to get my body to relax. I knew it was a loss, though. It all was.
I was so freaking pathetic. I couldn’t even release my bowels without help.
How could someone want me if I couldn’t even take care of own personal stuff? I should be able to freaking use the bathroom without someone coaxing me through it.
I was so stupid.
“I gotta set you down now. Just for a moment.”
I breathed in, forcing a whimper down as my feet touched the cold bathroom floor.
“Oh, sweet Oakley.” Instantly, Sabastian’s hands were on my cheeks, wiping away my tears with his thumbs as the rest of his hands held my face. “Have you gone at all since the last time I had to help?”
I shook my head. I had tried, though.
“Okay, we’ll get that figured out after we get this settled.” He dropped his hands to my kips, pulling down the skirt. He lifted a brow, and my cheeks heated before another cramp forced me to fall into him.
“Not a fan of underwear, I take it.”
“Not those,” I gritted out, tying to breath as the cramp lessoned for a moment.
“Alright, something else we’ll talk about later. Let’s get you seated on the toilet, front facing towards the back of it.”
I shivered, not exactly wanting the cold proline to seep into my front, but getting rid of the pain was worth it.
With Sabastian’s help, I sat on the toilet, facing the wall, a towel covering the back of the seat, and another for me to lean my body against. My stuffie was squished in between. Even though Sabastain tried to take it, I wasn’t letting go of it.
“Relax, little one. I’m right here.”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes tight as another cramp hit me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I just wanted-
“Daddy’s got you, little one. Deep breathes.” I tried to do as he said, taking in a deep breath. It got caught in my throat. So I took another as he stepped away, pulling something out from under the sink. He kept talking, though. Telling me how good I was being. How strong I was.
All it did was make me cry harder. I wanted to be good, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t strong, either.
I was weak, and needy, and so tired of this life.
“Okay, little one. Hold still, okay.”
“Kay,” I sniffed, freezing as he ran a finger around my back side. Whatever he had on it was cold and slippery.
I shook my head.
Could I change my mind? I didn’t need his help? I-
“Shh. Let Daddy help you now. Relax. Breathe. You’re such a good boy.” He pressed something slimmer than his finger into me, and my muscles instantly clamped around it. He pushed it in just a bit farther before warm water began to run into me.
I half moaned, half whimpered, as the water filled me up. My stomach slowly expanded, which wasn’t helping the cramps, if anything, it made it worse.
“Hurties.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, little one. Hold it in though. It’ll help loosen all that crud in you.”
One of his hands came around to my front, massaging the bloated mess of my stomach. He didn’t put too much pressure on it, but still, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move away from his touch, or move more into it.
“P-p-please.” I whimpered.
“Just a few more minutes, little one. Sit right there while I start a bath.”
I shook my head, hardly able to breathe as he stepped away. There wasn’t a point to tell him about the bath just like last time. Showers were safer.
All I could do between whimpers and cramps was suck harder on the paci, keeping my eyes closed the entire time.
I didn’t pay attention to what Sabastian was doing as the water turned on. A flowery scent filled the room, too.
“Ouchies.” I pressed against my stomach, feeling the swelling. My skin was stretched tight, as if there were a watermelon inside of me. It hurt so much.
“Alright.” he was back, right behind me. There was another push for another squirt of water, this time I could feel it seeping out from around whatever he put in me. “Hold it in until I remove the tube.”
I think I nodded.
I don’t know if I did or not. Once the tube was from my backside, the water sloshed out of me. gush after gush, and with it chucks of poop.
I moaned, feeling so much better without minutes.
“So good, my little boy. So very good.”
I sniffed, my body relaxing a bit. I jerked when Sabastian pressed against my stomach, forcing another gush of water to trickle out.
“Bath time. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I blinked, not able to move. My legs were tingling, and my heart had mostly settled once again.
“Oh, sweet boy. You gotta help me here. Stand up.”
I whined, but did as he said. Once I was standing, my legs weak and tears still falling from my face, Sabastian pulled me into a tight hug.
“Do you feel better now?”
I nodded, melting into him. Tons better.
“Good.” He pulled back far enough to tug at the stuffie. “I need to take this. It doesn’t go in the bath with you.”
I looked at him sadly. I didn’t want to let it go.
“You can have it back once you’re nice and clean. I promise.”
With a sigh, I let him take it. I watched as he set it on the sink, right in sight of where I could still see it.
“Let me put your hair up so I don’t have to wash or dry it.”
Somewhere, he produced a rubber band, putting my hair up in some type of bun thing atop my head. It felt heavy, and I wasn’t a fan of it, but if I didn’t have to wash it again for the day, I’d survive.
Sabastian led me to the tub, shutting off the water before helping me in. My entire body shook, remembering a mix of the baths from Sir’s and the last time.
I glanced at Sabastian as I lifted one foot into the warm water, then the next. The bubbles were high enough to cover just about everything on my body, but that didn’t stop the growing fear of what was to come.
“Sit down, little one.”
Gently, I did as he said, pulling my knees up and loosely wrapping my arms around them.
“Feeling better?”
I nodded, more worn out than anything now. And maybe hungry. Defiantly thirsty.
“Juice?”
“Remember to take this out,” he tapped the paci lightly. “But yes, I can go get you some juice.”
I hummed out a thanks.
“Be right back.”
The bathroom instantly got cold when he left. I shivered, even though the water was warm and bubbly.
I took deep breaths, knowing Sabastian would be back in a matter of seconds. He wouldn’t leave me alone like this for more than a minute or two. Heck, the man had hardly left me on my own at all today, which was probably a good thing.
My eyes stayed pinned to the doorway, and he appeared like I summoned him to me.
He held up the sippy, shaking it with a small smile. “Lemonade okay?”
I nodded.
He handed it over while popping the paci from my mouth. I took a good long drink, relaxing a bit more in the water.
“After this, you can help with dinner.”
Helping meant me watching. Which I was more than okay with. I could learn, which I tried to watch him so I could, but my mind tended to blank out more often than it should when I was around him.
As if on cue, my stomach growled. Loudly.
I glared down at the traitor, which earned a soft laugh from the man.
“Can I wash you?”
Why was he asking? I nodded anyways, letting my gaze go back to him.
“Your consent is most important. Little boys get to have a say on what I can and can’t do to their bodies, no matter what mind frame they are in.”
Oh…okay?
For once, I didn’t jerk as he began to wash me with a super soft washrag. It was dipped in the water, soap spread around it, before he touched it to my skin. The strokes were soft, and I hummed, letting my eyes close.
This was so much better than what Sir did to my body when I took baths. Why had I panicked so badly the first time this man gave me a bath?
“This is nice.” I bent back a little, letting Sabastian run the cloth over the front of me. He didn’t go farther than my waist, not once touching my privates. Not that I’d stop him from doing so if he were to.
“That’s good. I enjoy giving you a bath. Washing you down. Even putting lotion your skin afterwards so your super soft.”
Why did that sound so nice, too?
All of his ideas were nice. Too nice where I wanted each and every one of them, but so scared that he’d tease me about it later. Sir would.
“You’re not Sir.”
“No. I’m just Bash, sweet boy. The man who wants to take care of you and all of your needs.”
Was that what he wanted me to call him?
“What….what do I call you?”
“Bash, if you want. Daddy works when you feel comfortable doing so. I won’t rush you. You can call me by my full name, too, if that’s better. I’m not picky.”
I blinked, letting the words settle into my brain.
“All clean. Let’s get you out.”
Water dripped from me as I stood up, the bubbles still there, even though some were starting to disappear.
“Maybe next time, you can stay in longer and play with toys. I have boats and fish.”
I tilted my head, not sure about toys in a bathtub. “I…don’t know?”
“That’s fine, too. Not all little boys like toys like that. But it’s fine if you do.”
I don’t think I knew how to play with toys. I never had such things growing up, at least not that I can recall. I had colors and books. Maybe a car here or there but I didn’t think I played much with them, either.
“Maybe colorings?”
“I have some of that,” Sabastian brighten when I didn’t stop the words from coming out. “Everyone is different. If it’s not something you enjoy, that’s okay.”
I stood on the mat, letting him wrap a towel around me and dry off the drops of water. My thumb snuck into my mouth as I looked around the bathroom. I wasn’t sure where the paci went to.
Hopefully, he’d overlook a certain little problem that was starting to join us in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to make out it.
“Lotion It’s just baby lotion, is that okay.”
I nodded, not caring.
“Good boy. I’m so proud of you.”
Proud of me for standing here while he rubbed lotion into my skin? That was a strange thing to be proud of me for.
He did one arm, then the next. Another squirt of lotion up my torso and down my back.
His hands were warm, the lotion cool before he rubbed it into me.
My neck was ignored, which was probably a good thing. I wasn’t sure how I’d react to that, either.
I closed my eyes when Sabastian kneeled, running his hands up one leg, then the next. He massaged the lotion into my skin, kneading the flesh while he went.
I moaned, not able to help it, as he swiped his hands along my hips.
“All done.”
My eyes flashed open. He really wasn’t going to make any comments about my hardness?
I glanced down at it, before looking away. All the man did was take ahold of my hand, leading me from the bathroom. As we passed the sink, he grabbed the sippy I had forgotten about and the stuffie, before telling me to sit on the bed.
I shivered, willing my body to calm down.
“I’d ask clothing options,” he mused from the closet, “but I’m going to choose today. I don’t want you to get any ideas.”
Ideas for what?
It didn’t take long for him to emerge with one of his shirts and sleep pants from a drawer. Thankfully, he bypassed the underwear, before walking back to me.
It didn’t take long to get the clothes on, even though I was still hard and it was a bit challenging for him to get the pants up my legs. Yet, he didn’t make a comment.
“Early dinner.”
He handed over the paci, which I switched out for my thumb. Guess that answered the question on where it had gone . Plus, it was easier to have two hands.
I sniffed, leaning into his arm while he led the way downstairs.
With each step, my energy drained a bit more. But at least it took away a different pressing need, one that I would have to die a horrible death anyways.