Chapter 28 Daddy Shamus
Shamus quietly showered, the sound of water cascading down mixing with the peaceful silence of Miguel’s slumber. His sweet boy was completely depleted, mentally and physically, after being overwhelmed by so many intense emotions. He went to the car and brought in all the toys for Miguel. He hoped he enjoyed playing kitty because it could provide a temporary reprieve from the demands of real life. It was crucial for Miguel to connect with other boys and daddies.
When Shamus heard Miguel showering, he began cooking breakfast. He poured himself a cup of coffee and drank it as he kept an eye on the bacon in the frying pan. The sound of Miguel’s footsteps echoed through the kitchen as he entered, dressed in his new jeans and a T-shirt.
Shamus greeted Miguel with a tender “Good morning” and leaned in for a loving kiss. “I love seeing you in the morning.”
“Morning, Daddy Shamus. I slept in. I guess I was wiped out.”
Miguel found a mug, filled it with steaming coffee, and settled down at the table. “I love this kitchen.”
When breakfast was laid out on the table, they indulged in a delicious meal and lively conversation about the events of the day.
“You make the best breakfast. Thanks,” ‘Miguel said as he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
“You don’t have to do that, I called Dana. She’ll be here in the evening to clean up. We’ll be at the party.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m going to get your kitty outfit to put on for our practice session.”
He left the kitchen, moved to the front room, and opened the shopping bag, setting the outfit on the couch for Miguel. It didn’t take Miguel long to clean up, then his love was in the living room. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he stood there, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
“You’re just too cute,” Shamus said, kissing Miguel on the forehead.
“I’m so excited.”
“I can tell. First, remove your clothes and get on all fours like a kitty would.”
Miguel shed his clothes at lightning-fast speed and immediately dropped to all fours. The sight of his beaming face filled Shamus’s heart with delight.
“You’ll address me as Daddy Shamus at the party. Meow once for ‘yes’ and meow twice for ‘no.’ Do you understand?”
“Meow!” Miguel purred.
As Shamus stroked his hair, he could feel the smoothness and slight bounce of his locks. “So very cute. You’re going to wear a few items. The first item is a G-string with a hole for your tail, which will be a butt plug. Are you okay with that?”
“Meow.”
“Sit with your legs in front of you.”
Miguel leaned back, extending his legs, and settling into the position.
“Put on this lime green G-string. Once you get it on, go back on all fours.” He handed him the G-string.
As he got back on all fours, Shamus meticulously applied lubricant to his opening, preparing him for what would happen next. He inserted the plug attached to the fluffy green tail, feeling its softness between his fingers.
“Does it hurt?”
“Meow! Meow!”
“Good. I’m going to put on your collar.” He gently fastened the collar around Miguel’s neck.
“Meow!” Miguel’s face lit up with a wide, beaming smile.
“Lie on your back and I’ll put on your paws.”
Miguel eased into position on his back and waited.
“Hey, does your tail hurt?”
“Meow! Meow!”
Shamus covered his hands and feet with the lime-colored paws that blended seamlessly with his tail and collar. He snapped on a hairband adorned with two cute kitty ears, perfectly matching his outfit. His lime-green fluffiness made him look like an adorable ball of fuzz.
“Get back on all fours. I’m going to walk you around with the leash. If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, say ‘lime.’ Lime will be your safe word.”
With his leash in hand, Shamus guided Miguel through the house, describing each room in detail. Stepping back into the living room, he could hear the soft hum of the air conditioning providing a soothing background noise.
“Show me your belly, love.”
Miguel rolled over while Shamus rubbed his belly. Then he set out three tiny stuffed toys. “Play while I get your water and snack in the kitchen. When I call you, come to the kitchen and drink your water and eat a few candies from your bowl.”
Shamus put water into the bowl and set it on the floor along with one he filled with a few pieces of candy.
“Miguel! Time for your treats.”
Miguel crawled to the kitchen, ate his treats, and drank some water.
“Okay, we’ll stop for now. Take all your things upstairs and undress. We can hang out by the pool.”
They both changed into their trunks and carried colorful beach towels to the pool in the backyard.
“This is nice. What good is it if you’re not here in the summer?” Miguel asked.
“I usually go back and forth, but since I met you, I’ve stayed at the Shore.”
The New Jersey sun beat down on them as they stood at the edge of the pool. The water looked cool and inviting. The pool itself was a perfect rectangle, with a diving board at the deep end that jutted out over the water of cerulean-blue. Lush, green grass bordered the pool, dotted with lounge chairs and colorful umbrellas.
Shamus did a cannonball off the edge, sending up a spray that sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.
“Ready, Miguel?” Shamus called out, his voice echoing off the fence.
Miguel, apparently competitive, grinned. “You bet I am.”
He took a running leap and dove in next to Shamus, then bobbed to the surface, spraying water at Shamus and laughing.
“Alright, alright,” Shamus said, wiping the water from his eyes. “No more cheap shots. Want to race? Freestyle only.”
Miguel nodded. “You’re on.”
They paddled side-by-side to the end of the pool for the starting line, anticipation building. The sun glinted off the water as Shamus yelled, “Go!”
They shot off, arms churning through the water. Shamus focused on his strokes, willing himself to go faster. He could hear the Miguel’s splashes next to him, but he didn’t dare look that way. Finally, his hand brushed the rough edge of the pool. But Miguel had surged forward, slamming his hand against the wall a beat ahead of Shamus.
They both came up sputtering and gasping for air.
“Ha! I knew it!” Miguel crowed, a wide grin splitting his face.
Shamus, winded but smiling, shook his head. “You got me. But next time…”
They trailed off into laughter; the sound echoing through the sunny afternoon. Later, they dried off and moved to the kitchen.
The rhythmic sizzle of onions hitting hot oil filled Shamus’s kitchen. He hummed along to a classic salsa tune on the radio, expertly dicing tomatoes with a practiced hand. Today, he was treating Miguel to a feast—homemade carne asada with all the fixings. The marinated flank steak perfumed the air with delicious spices.
Moments later, Miguel wandered into the kitchen, drawn in by the symphony of sound and smell. “What’s that amazing smell?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Shamus from behind.
Shamus chuckled, nudging Miguel playfully with his hip. “Carne asada, my love. Been marinating that bad boy.”
Miguel kissed Shamus’s neck, inhaling deeply. “You’re driving me crazy in here. It smells so darned good.”
Shamus sliced the meat and carefully placed the sizzling steak on a platter, the sound a counterpoint to the lively music. He added a flourish of fresh cilantro, a pop of color against the browned meat. “You set the table, amor? We’ve got rice, beans, tortillas, the whole shebang.”
As they sat down to eat, the clinking of forks and the soft murmur of conversation filled the comfortable silence. “This is incredible, Daddy Shamus,” Miguel said between bites. “The meat is so flavorful.”
Shamus beamed. “Thanks, love. I put lots of love into it.” He took a sip of beer, the perfect complement to the spicy meal.
“So, about tonight’s party…” Miguel said.
“Right,” Shamus said, setting down his fork. “We’ll leave around eight. Gives us time to relax and digest this amazing meal,” Shamus said with a wink. “I gotta make sure you’re fueled up for all the playing and dancing we’re gonna do.”
Miguel laughed. “Challenge accepted, Se?or Chef.” They lapsed into comfortable silence for a moment, savoring the food and the company. “I really appreciate you doing this, Daddy Shamus,” Miguel said finally.
Shamus squeezed his hand. “Anytime, Miguel. Besides, it wouldn’t be the same without you by my side.”
After they ate, they went upstairs and read in bed. Shamus handed Miguel an art history textbook and explained he used it for Art History 101.
Later, getting dressed up, Shamus chose his outfit carefully, wanting to make a good impression at the party without being overdressed. He decided on a pair of jeans and a navy short-sleeved shirt. Miguel stood naked, not sure what he should wear out of the house.
“Put on your kitty outfit, but I have another tail for you. It pins on so you don’t have to sit in the car with the butt plug in. You may choose not to wear the one with the butt plug at all. It’s up to you.”
“What will the other kitties wear?”
“Since many are in a Daddy Dom/boy relationship, they most likely will wear the butt plug tails. Some Daddy Doms will spank their pet in public. We don’t have to do that.”
“Thanks. You think of everything. But you can bring the kitty paddle in case I mess up.”
“Will do.”
The drive to the party was a thirty-minute ride. It was clear from Miguel’s appearance that he was brimming with excitement. He seemed ready to spring up from his seat at any moment.