Chapter 7

7

Max

K iren laughed when he saw the Santa in his sleigh and eight tiny reindeer in my front yard. He ran to the display.

“I didn’t know you had decorations.”

“I always decorate for Christmas.”

He turned, looking more boyish than ever in his stocking cap. “Do you have Christmas parties?”

“In the past.” I smiled. “Christmas kink parties.”

“Really? What were they like?”

I walked up to him, brushing his cheek. “Very adult. Even for experienced littles.”

His eyes widened.

“Are you shocked?”

“Um, no?”

I frowned. “Truth?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Come on. Let’s go inside. I’ve got your bag.”

We went through the garage to the side door.

“It’s cold out,” I said, closing the garage door with the wall switch and then closing the inner door behind us.

“Yeah. Cold but no snow.”

“Not yet.”

I brought Kiren’s bag to the living room.

Kiren stood in the middle of the room, body turning. “It’s a great place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks.” It was fairly large. I’d decorated it years ago with a bad boy leather style, including a huge black leather couch, but I’d gotten colorful pillows over the years to brighten it up. And to please the boys I’d had here off and on.

“Look at that huge fireplace,” he said.

A tremble came over him. Was he cold?

It was white brick with a black screen. “I can start a fire, and we can cozy up beside it.”

Kiren froze. As I watched him, all the blood seemed to drain from his face.

“Kiren?”

“No fire, Daddy. I don’t like them.”

“No fire?”

He shook his head hard. Mind made up.

“Well, all right. Care to tell me why?”

Again, the adamant headshake.

“I’ll make sure the heat is turned up. And I’ve got lots of spare throw blankets.”

His body gave a little shake. His back arched slightly as if he were in pain, then he relaxed. “Thank you.”

I didn’t reply but went straight to the thermostat by the staircase. Trust took time. I promised myself I’d treat Kiren with care and affection. Eventually, perhaps, he’d be able to tell me anything. If he was the one, if he was to be my very own little, my commitment to him would be unbreakable. I’d do anything for him. Protect him. Care for him. Give him whatever he needed. And spoil him, too, when he deserved it. I could be a very strict daddy depending on the needs of the individual, but also very kind and gentle. I was lenient with good boys.

I enjoyed everything about this kink. Including the playtime. In fact, playtime highly entertained me. I tried to be the best daddy I could be. But good boys who didn’t wander and cheat were hard to find in my particular community. Which was irritating, to say the least, and why I was alone.

“Will you show me around your home, Daddy?”

“Of course.”

I had a two-story. Not huge, but with a finished basement. That was where a lot of my kink parties happened. Right now, I led Kiren from kitchen to office to bedroom.

In my bedroom, he was astonished to see I had stuffed animals adorning my pillows at the head of my bed. A bear. A rabbit with impossibly long ears. And a floppy cat.

“Daddy, you have toys?”

“Am I not allowed?”

“Just for you?” He scrunched up his eyebrows.

“Yes. Just for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I like them.”

“But not like a little? Like an adult?”

“Exactly.”

“I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Well,” I said, fluffing up the cat. “You like to play, right? And as a daddy I like to play, too, but with my boys. I enjoy games and toys with a little who wants to play.”

He pressed his lips together hard, chin down. “When you say it like that, it means you’re being a good daddy. Playing with his boy. Yes. It makes sense. You’re a good daddy.”

“I hope so.” For you. I didn’t say those last two words aloud. Kiren understood that I wanted him.

Kiren turned to face me full-on. “I’d like to see more of your toys.”

“I’d like to see what you brought.”

We had so much more to show each other. This day was only the beginning.

In the living room, Kiren knelt by his bag and opened it. He took out a small stack of coloring books and a box of crayons.

“You like to color. Good to know,” I said, reaching for them. “Let’s put them on the coffee table.”

He nodded, pulling out three stuffed animals. A teddy bear, a lime green elephant and a unicorn with rhinestones on its silken horn.

“Those are very cute. They can sit with us on the couch.”

He smiled. “That would be nice. They are Brobear because he’s my stuffy brother, Kila the elephant, and Ellabelle. Kila is short for Kilimanjaro.”

“Very original names.”

Out came a little set of metal cars in clear case. “I love toy cars. The one you gave me was such a perfect Secret Santa gift.”

“I’m glad.” I took them to the coffee table, as well.

Kiren looked up at me, hands still in his bag. “I brought stuff I like to wear, if that’s okay.”

I knelt beside him. Softly, “Show me.”

“I never thought I’d ever show anyone stuff like this. My own private baby stuff.”

“I’m going to be the exception, all right?” My words were low, easy, not demanding. I wasn’t an arrogant daddy. If I was arrogant about anything, it was about my job because I was so good at it and made a good salary. My daddy self didn’t need to brag. It was a firm trait of my true core, solid and authentic.

“I always thought people would laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh, Kiren. I promise.”

He pulled out pajamas with feet, all one piece. They were adorable.

“May I touch?” I asked.

He nodded.

“They’re flannel. They must be very warm and cozy.”

“They’re my favorites. I wear them around my condo all the time.”

“I can understand why. They look so comfortable I want a set for myself.”

Kiren let out a puff of air. “I don’t believe you.”

“No? Daddies can’t be comfortable?”

He sat back on the floor. “I picture you in dark blue silk pajamas with black slippers, more elegant.”

“Is that what you’d like to see?”

He shrugged.

I would wear anything to please him, this boy of my dreams.

Kiren brought out another garment. This one was a bib. It had red and blue and yellow polka dots all over it.

“That’s very cute. And serves a very good purpose.”

“Yeah, but I look ridiculous in it,” Kiren said. “I only wear it at home.”

“You can wear it here, too, now. It appeals to me.”

“If there’s anything I have that you don’t like—" Kiren began.

I held up my hand to stop him. “I enjoy giving boys what they want and need. If you like it, I will like it unless it’s somehow bad for you or will hurt you. Then I will put my foot down.”

“Like what’s something you don’t like?”

I tilted my head, thinking. “I don’t like toy guns. That would be a rule for me. No guns, toy or otherwise.”

“Squirt guns?” he asked.

I shook my head no. “There are other toys you can have that squirt water if that’s what you like. And to be played with in a pool or tub.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed. “That’s what I forgot. My tub toys.”

I tried not to grin. “You like baths?”

“A lot. With bubbles.” He grabbed his lower lip between his teeth.

“I like to give baths. Or even join in.”

Kiren began to look worried.

I quickly added, “But not unless you want that.”

“I do like the idea of that,” he admitted. “Do I have to be totally naked?”

“That’s the idea. But if you wanted to wear swim trunks, you can.”

His gaze wandered off toward the window. “No, I—well, I don’t know yet.”

“You can think about it. We’re still learning about each other. All these things we both want to do will happen when we’re ready for them. Right?”

“Right.” He met my eyes again, a small smile forming.

Next, he pulled out a pink onesie with lambs all over it. It had long sleeves and snapped at the crotch, leaving the legs bare. I loved those on boys during playtime. When thighs were bare, I was a happy daddy.

“I wear this less than my pajamas, but they feel nice, hugging me everywhere but leaving my legs free.” He took a big breath. “They’re roomy enough if I want to wear a diaper, too. But I don’t have any of those.”

“I see.” For a shy boy, he was being so forthcoming, which thrilled me. It meant he already felt close enough to me to trust me with all these personal things.

Head down, he asked, “What do you think of diapers?”

“I love them.” In time, he would see the changing table I had set up in my basement of wonders.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you really like them? Like doing it right with powder and stuff, then fastening them tight and secure like a hug?”

“I really do.” His words made my breaths shallower. Did he not fully realize? I was a daddy for a reason. Consenting, adult baby boys were my thing.

“I really do, too.”

I patted his shoulder. “You’re beautiful, baby. I mean that.”

Kiren lifted his head. The daylight coming through the front window made his face glow.

I saw his bag was empty. For now, he’d shown me what he trusted me to see.

“Daddy?” His mouth gave a little tremble.

“Yes?”

“Can you kiss me?”

I reached my hand out to his shoulder and leaned in. He tilted his face up to mine. Our lips met.

The kiss was warm and sweet, just like little Kiren himself. Slowly, he opened his mouth to mine. The sun had made a warm spot on the rug just for us. The rays captured us in this moment, sitting, leaning together, holding onto this intimate time for as long as we could.

When we pulled back, Kiren buried his head in my chest.

“When can we start, Daddy?”

“Start what?”

“Playing.”

My arms over his shoulders, I hugged him to me. “Right now, baby.”

“Tell me where to begin.”

“Do you want to change into any of the clothes you brought?”

“Mmm, maybe later.”

“We’ll start slow, then.” I also intended to show him the basement, but later. “Show me your cars.”

“Okay.”

He went to where they sat on the coffee table, then took them out of the storage pack one by one. We examined each one in detail.

After that, I got out my own coloring books.

“You have coloring books?”

“Yes. Look.” Mine were adult, with complicated designs. I had felt pens I preferred to use while coloring them in.

He was amazed as he looked through my book. “These are beautiful.”

He showed me his. Firetrucks and cars. Animals. Fantasy dragons and unicorns. “I don’t always stay in the lines like you,” he said, sitting back.

“You don’t have to stay in the lines. Art is art.”

Together, we colored. I turned on cartoons for background. He relaxed into this first scene beautifully. I was proud of the way he had been forthcoming, showing me everything in his bag. I could tell he’d been nervous, but all that receded.

I had filled my fridge and cupboards from an early morning shopping trip, preparing for our meals. With plenty of food on hand, I fixed us lunch of cold cut sandwiches, fruit and chips. I offered him juice in a sippy cup which he grabbed right away.

“I have a sippy cup at home,” he said. “I forgot it.”

“Don’t worry. I have plenty.”

I tied Kiren’s bib on him and he didn’t protest

“Let’s eat in the dining room.”

“Okay.” Kiren got up and followed me to where I’d set the table for two. I lit the candles I’d put there. With the cold outside and the warmth within, it looked very romantic.

But Kiren shied when I struck the long match. He watched with big eyes as the candles flickered.

“Aren’t they pretty?” I asked.

“They make me afraid, Daddy. Don’t you have battery powered ones?”

“No. But I can make sure I get some.” I walked around the table blowing them all out. “There, is that better?”

He hung his head. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m a good boy. I don’t play with fire.”

Kiren hadn’t wanted a fire in the fireplace, either. I suspected a deeper story there, but I’d be patient. He would tell me when he wanted me to know.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I want you to speak up if there is ever anything you don’t like.”

His face softened as he sat back in his chair, the bib crinkling. “I like most everything.”

“Glad to hear it.” Not a complainer, then. I’d had those. The easy criers. They could be sweet, but also frustrating if I got to feeling I wasn’t doing my own part right. In daddy/little kink, compatibility was key.

After lunch, I decided Kiren might be ready to see more of my own personal world.

“There is another room of this house that is very private. You showed me everything in your duffle bag. That was very open and honest of you. Do you think you might want to see more of what I have?”

He nodded. “Another room?”

“Remember I told you I used to have parties in my basement?”

“Christmas kink parties.”

“That’s right. The basement runs under the whole house, and it’s very large. It’s finished with tile and carpet and even two separate rooms. I’ve lived here ten years, so I’ve had time to build it up with my favorite things. It’s a very special place to me, and sometimes I even sleep down there.”

“It’s not dark and scary with spiderwebs, is it?”

“It’s very well-lit and has cozy couches and pillows. Along with—uh—other stuff.”

Kiren smiled as if he knew what I meant. “I want to see.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe you’re too little.”

“But aren’t there little things down there since you’re a daddy?”

“Yes, and toys. But also other things. Adult things.”

“Adult toys?”

“Some.”

“I’m okay, Daddy. I’m ready.”

I reached for his hand and held it. “Come with me.”