Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Spread your cheeks for me, Little boy.”
Mack looked over his shoulder, sure he hadn’t heard that right.
“Spread your bottom,” Grey told him.
Slowly, Mack reached back to pull his buttocks apart.
“Wider, Mackie. You’re being a very good boy.”
Closing his eyes as he imagined the picture he presented, Mack did as instructed. After a couple of seconds, he felt the slick tip of the dose against that now exposed ring of muscles. He inhaled sharply. It was sore.
“I know, Mackie. I’m going to make it better. Take a deep breath. Now let it out.”
As the air gushed from Mack’s lungs, Grey pressed the medicine into his bottom. It was thick and stretched his sore opening. Mack bit his lip to keep from groaning. Quickly, the challenging part was over. He felt Grey push it as far inside as possible.
“Good job. One more. Breathe again.”
The second was easier to take because he knew what was happening. Finally, it was placed where Grey wanted it to be. Mack squeezed his bottom. He could feel the cool intruders inside, stuffing his tight passage full.
“You can let go of your bottom, now. I’ll grab some wipes and clean up our hands.”
A warm cloth-like towelette wiped over his fingertips, quickly cleaning them. He watched Grey also take care of his hands as well.
Grey pressed a kiss to his bottom as he leaned way over to grab something on the floor. When he saw the rug in the older man’s hand, Mack felt his face heat with embarrassment. He dropped his forehead down to the cool wood to hide.
“Being excited with Daddy is a good thing, Mackie. This can be easily laundered over and over.” Grey patted his bottom reassuringly. “Stay there for a minute.”
Mack heard the swish of the rug sliding into the laundry basket and heard the clink of the trashcan lid. He listened to Grey’s soft footsteps on the carpet as he returned. A wide yawn stretched his mouth and surprised Mack.
“You are so tired, Little boy. Let’s put your pullup on and we’ll get in bed,” Grey suggested as he picked up the white item he’d previously laid on the table.
“I don’t need that,” Mack rushed to assure him.
“Not normally. With medicine in your sore bottom, this will prevent any accidents. No one will know except us, Mackie.”
Grey knelt on one knee and opened the padded garment, holding it ready for Mack to step into. Mack felt paralyzed. A lot of the Littles in the stories and videos he’d seen wore diapers. This didn’t look as thick as those. His Daddy hadn’t said anything about him using them.
“Mackie, it’s okay. I think you will look super cute in this. Did you see the designs on the front?” Grey turned the pullup to show Mack the line of racecars that sped across the front. “Vroom, vroom.”
Racecars made it all better. Mack balanced himself with a hand on Grey’s shoulder and stepped in. Grey slid the garment up his legs and settled it in place before leaning forward to blow a raspberry on Mack’s belly.
“Daddy! That tickles,” Mack said, giggling before he yawned widely again. That was it. The last of his energy was wiped out.
“Grab Poutine and jump in bed, Little boy.”
Grey let him snuggle into place before climbing in and pulling the covers over them. He pressed a kiss to Mack’s lips and said, “Sweet dreams, Little boy.”
“Night night, Daddy.”
When they were settled into comfortable positions in the racecar, Mack listened to Grey’s steady breath. With Poutine held against his chest, Mack felt more at home than he had for a long time. The solid strength of the older man wrapped around him from behind gave him the courage to ask the question that wouldn’t leave his brain.
“Do you think this can last?” he whispered to Grey.
“We have so much to learn about each other and explore. I don’t plan on letting you go, Mackie.”
His voice was sure and steady. Mack smiled as he closed his eyes. Maybe forevers did happen after all.
CHAPTER 9
It had taken every bit of his willpower for Grey to get up the next morning. He’d woken up a few minutes before his watch alarm alerted him. Curled around the fast-asleep Little boy, Grey had battled between the choices of waking him up with kisses or quietly rolling out of bed.
Choosing the latter, Grey had allowed himself to stand next to the bed for a few seconds. The image of Mack relaxed in sleep now had permanent residence in his brain.
Thank goodness he had the ability to compartmentalize all his extraneous thoughts while in court or working with a client. Having an erection while cross-examining a witness would make it impossible for the jurors to concentrate on the evidence. Not thinking about Mack was his toughest goal for today.
Grey spent part of his lunch hour organizing the photos Mack had sent that focused on the vase on the shelf. When he put them in time order, he found the vase only in the first two. It had disappeared long before Mack had moved in.