Chapter Seventeen
Ocean
Chained was having a little event, one filled with crafts.
It wasn’t normally the kind of event I liked to go to.
I preferred when I made things for it to be more like when Daddy and I went to the recycled art place and had a blast. But going to Chained and playing with Daddy?
That was a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
And the little room was open, so if we didn’t like the crafts because they were too structured, so be it.
I booked us a changing room and told Daddy to surprise me with an outfit, and we walked into the zoo-themed room.
I was excited to see what he had in store.
I had assumed it was going to be something out of my own closet, but when he pulled out the pieces, the only ones I recognized were the special socks from our outing to the trampoline park. Everything else was new.
“I’ve been such a good boy.”
“Yes, you have been, sweet boy. Daddy’s been shopping for you,” he said with a grin.
He held up a onesie. It had my name on it and an embroidered picture that was the spitting image of Tennie.
“I love it, Daddy. This is adorable!” I squeed.
For my legs, he had a pair of short shorts. They were the same brand as the ones I liked, but the shade matched the blue of my name perfectly.
“Now, let’s get you changed.” Slowly he undressed me, piece by piece, careful to fold each article of clothing before moving on to the next.
He was doing it to drive me crazy wild, and it was working.
“Hey, Daddy, you made me hard.” I looked down at my heavy length. “It’s your fault, Daddy. What should I do about it?”
“Do you want it gone? Or do you want to think about me every time pressure gets added to it, as you walk, as you sit down, as you crawl?” If he kept that up, I was going to come right then and there.
“I want to feel it, Daddy. I want to know it’s you that makes me this way.”
“Very good.” He dug in his bag, and this time, he pulled out a pair of thick underwear covered with whales. “Let’s get this on and get you tucked inside you.”
He had me step one foot and the other then pulled it up most of the way. These were decisively tighter than my normal ones. Oh, he’d planned this all right.
“Oh, wait, we forgot the cream.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a little tube of diaper cream, coated his fingers, and then coated my cock, making sure it was very hard before tucking it inside.
“There you go. Perfect. Now, let’s get you dressed the rest of the way.”
It didn’t take long before I was the most adorable little ever. At least, Daddy said so.
I’d wanted to bring Tennie but was worried about losing him or getting paint or something on him from the crafts.
So instead, there was an octopus Daddy picked up where each tentacle was a different color and had a different number of suckers on it that I brought with me.
The original purpose for him had been educational, counting and colors, etc.
, but, for me, it was a reminder that Tennie was home safe.
It also had a lot of texture to rub between my fingers as we walked down the hall toward the craft room.
It was not a huge surprise that most of the crafts didn’t interest me, but there was one that made a snow globe.
It wasn’t snow but glitter, and was an undersea image.
With my name being Ocean, I was drawn to it.
We built everything up before Daddy filled it with water and sealed it.
It looked so cute! I shook it, watching the glitter come down on the different sea creatures we put inside. It was a keeper.
“Can we go play now? Can we? Can we? Can we?”
“Let’s ask Ms. Lily what she says.”
We went to Ms. Lily, who led us straight to the little room. “As you can see, you’re not the only ones.”
And sure enough, it was filled with lots of littles, playing with cars and balls and bubbles, reading books, and coloring.
“What do you want to do first?” Daddy asked.
“Blocks!” I didn’t need to think about that one. Chained had the best blocks. Could I buy a set for our place? Easily, but having them special to here made them more fun.
“Blocks it is.”
We built up a huge tower and knocked it down. When we built it again, other little friends joined us. There was something about Duncan that was so welcoming the others weren’t intimidated, where they often were with other daddies.
Barnes could be here all day with his, and no one would approach them, but, with Duncan, they all came, and I had an absolute blast. From there, he told a story, drawing an even bigger crowd.
If I thought for a split second he wasn’t 100 percent focused on me, I’d have been jealous, not wanting all of their attention on him. But he was 100 percent all about me. He loved me completely, and nothing he did in this room was for anyone other than his own little.
After one story after another, Ms. Lily called snack time, and the other littles scurried away.
“Are you ready to go for a snack?”
“Yes... I don’t know. I think I’d kind of like to have some alone time with my daddy.”
I hugged him, and he hugged me back tightly, securely.
“Whatever you want, sweet boy,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Whatever you want.”
“I want to stay like this for a few minutes.”
And so we did, holding each other until I was ready to go have our snack with the others.
We spent many hours in Chained and had lots of fun, but none of it was as good as coming home to our home, living our domestic life where Daddy made me “little” food, gave me a bath, dressed me in my jam-jams, and then held me until I fell asleep.
For a long time, I thought I didn’t say yes to my ex-daddy because I didn’t want that kind of commitment.
I wasn’t that kind of boy. And sure, I didn’t want to be a house husband, but the domestic part, living together—I hadn’t realized how much I longed for it until I had it.
Now that I had it, I was never letting go.