Chapter 8

8

Kiren

M ax held my hand like a lover as he led me down a flight of red carpeted stairs. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. Max was nice. He had shown me only tenderness and affection.

But seriously, how much did I really know about him? And we hadn’t filed any paperwork with HR yet. No one knew I was here and now I was head down to a secret basement with him.

I didn’t care. I wanted to be with him. Be his little boy. I squeezed his hand, showing my trust.

The stairs ended and we emerged into a huge room. The lights went on.

I looked around the room in wonder. I’d always fantasized about what it might be like to go all-out little. With all the accessories. Well, here was the place I could do just that. All of it. Live out every fantasy I’d ever had and more I hadn’t thought of.

The room was like a giant toy and baby store. And kink shop. I didn’t know where to look first.

“Daddy….” My voice trailed off in awe.

First, my eye caught on the twinkle lights to my right. The lights flickered over a big, adult-sized crib with lime green and orange pillows and two neatly folded blankets. The mattress inside looked soft. There were little stuffed bears peering out through the pale wooden bars, not like prisoners but like entities saying, “Come in. Come play with us.”

Beside the crib was a changing table and over it was a shelf. There were diaper boxes and bottles of powder and tubes of cream all neatly stored. A ribbon of pacifiers hung from the shelf, all colors of the rainbow, new and shiny.

I took a step forward and saw a bed shaped like a race car. It was neatly made and piled with pillows and a comforter all with race car designs on them.

But this basement was huge. It went back at least thirty feet. It was a literal playground. There was a baby swing set with a seat where the legs could stick through, adult-sized. A slide sat beside it, along with a mini-merry-go-round.

The walls were painted with trees and animals. Against one was a miniature log cabin with plastic flowers all around it. I couldn’t wait to find out what was inside it. Another wall held some BDSM stuff I recognized only because I snooped at things like that online. I’d never seen any of those things in person. One device was a spanking bench with straps. Another was a swing that held ankles and wrists up. Yet another was a bondage A-frame. Scattered about were couches and tables. And there were two more bigger beds decorated with colorful pillows. Definitely a place for groups. For parties.

It was so much to see all at once.

I looked at Max. “Do you have a Christmas party planned this year?”

“Not this year. It’s just you and me, baby.”

“The lights are bright. It’s not a scary place at all.”

“The lights can be dimmed.” He winked at me. “There’s a full bath through here.” He gestured toward a wide door. “The shower fits four. The tub is a little jacuzzi.”

The place had to have cost a fortune. I hadn’t realized how well my parents paid him. Or maybe he had his own money, or his own rich parents.

Everything was very clean, like new. I noticed more shelves by the baby stuff that held books and games. My daddy liked to play, that was for sure.

“Do you play in groups?”

“Not when I have a boy. I like to be with one person. I will watch, though.”

“So, all this stuff is for others?” I asked.

“Not really. As I said, I like to watch. I bought it for selfish reasons. And a couple of my boys in the past liked bondage.”

“I know I like the baby stuff,” I said softly.

“I thought you might. Look around at your heart’s content.”

I left the changing table area and went straight to the log cabin. I opened the door and had to bend down to walk in. It was one small room furnished with a little couch, a bean bag chair, and a low table. There were board games stacked in one corner. Another corner held a toybox filled with animal stuffies. A mini-fridge sat in another corner with a sign over it that read: The Juice Box.

There was a little window by the door with checked curtains. I drew them back and stuck my head out.

“This is so great!”

Max smiled. “Glad you like it.”

“Everything is so clean.”

“I do have a kinky housekeeper who comes by about once a week. He’s not fazed by any of it and is great at his job. Don’t worry; he’s married.”

“This must cost a lot.”

“It did. But I had the money from a trust from my mom’s parents. This is where I spent a lot of it.”

That answered the question of money, not that it was any of my business. I had rich parents and certainly didn’t like people questioning me about my money regarding them. People find out you have a rich relative, and they often start hinting about charities they own or know about, and the bolder ones want a loan right away. They failed to understand that the money isn’t mine, it belongs to my parents. Just because I’m their son, it’s not like I have access to their accounts.

I came out of the log cabin and went straight to the slide.

Beneath my feet were wooden floors with fluffy rugs scattered about. The room could have been cold and echoey. Instead, it had a coziness to it. Even the spanking bench sat on a red, round, fluffy rug.

Max put his hand at the top of the slide. “Would you like to try?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I climbed the little ladder, then got myself situated, legs in front. I let go. It was a short but fun trip. I laughed out loud and ran to the merry-go-round. Everything was made to hold adult weight. I jumped on and Max spun it. Pure freedom.

It was still hard for me to let go all the way, let my little self fully out to run and jump and play, but Max made me feel safe. Those moments would come. I knew it.

“Will you get on with me, Daddy?”

Max slowed the spin and stepped up behind me, his hands on my shoulders. Then he used his foot to spin us.

I leaned back against his warm chest, a surge of happiness passing through my entire body. It had been a long time for me to feel that. A long, long time.

Max made hamburgers and hotdogs for dinner.

“I love both.” I was so excited that he’d chosen more kid-like food. Not that I didn’t like a rare steak once in a while, but I was in little mode. I wanted ketchup and melted cheese on my burger.

When he served me, he set a little toy by my plate. It was a plastic hamburger on a thin, blue cord long enough for me to wear around my neck. I immediately put it on.

“It’s like a McDonald’s happy meal with a toy, only better. Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy.”

Now I wondered: Did he have little toys stashed and hidden throughout the house? It seemed like he might. I had an urge to snoop.

After dinner, I went to Max, who was just finishing the cleanup, and put my hand on his arm.

“I ready for jammies with feet, Daddy.” My voice got more babyish in tone and grammar as I thought about curling up with him. I still wasn’t sure I’d be spending the night. He hadn’t actually invited me.

“That’s wonderful. Let me help you.”

I hesitated. I wanted help dressing just like any little would. But I didn’t want him to see my body. At least, not my whole body.

“Do you want help?” he asked, noting my silence.

“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie. I wanted his hands on me. His attention.

“Go get them and meet me upstairs in my bedroom. You can change there.”

I watched him finishing up with the counters and start the dishwasher. I turned away, running to the living room and grabbing my pajamas. Before I could change my mind, I ran upstairs.

I turned on the light and faced the stuffies on the bed pillows.

“You’re all so cute.” I spoked aloud. “You belong to Max and that’s got to be a good space to be in. I want to belong to him, too. But I’m still learning.”

I set the pajamas out on the bed. The material had blue and yellow rocket ships against a backdrop of blue and yellow stars. I ran my hand down the front.

“I’m not perfect like you guys. But maybe Max will still like me.”

Just then, Max walked into the room. “Talking to the room?”

“To your toys.”

“Good. They like being talked to.”

I looked up at him. He didn’t laugh. His eyes were shiny with something else.

“Still all right with the plan?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Off with your shoes. Then your shirt and pants.”

I did everything he told me to do. I had looked forward to this moment and put on an undershirt that morning.

Once I was down to my white underwear and white undershirt, I stood up.

“Do you want to wear the shirt underneath?”

I nodded hard, curls shaking into my eyes. That had been my plan.

“That’s fine.” Max took up the pajamas and started undoing the buttons. He held them out for me to step into. “Hey, they have a back flap.”

“Yes, Daddy.” It seemed dirty and naughty that the flap was there, but it thrilled me. I deliberately ordered them for that feature—as well as the rockets.

I stepped into the legs. My feet slipped past the ankle elastic and into the attached slippers. They fit me perfectly.

Max held the back up and out so I could get my arms through the sleeves. His breath hitched a little as I twisted my body to get into the top part. He put his hands on my waist, so gentle I could barely feel them, and pressed to make me turn to face him. With a very serious face, he started to do up all the buttons.

I watched, never missing a beat as my cock begin to harden. Who would’ve thought doing up buttons would make me hard? But these were onesie rocket jammie buttons. And Max was my daddy. I wanted to bubble over in gratitude.

When he reached the top button, pushing it through the buttonhole, I threw my arms around his waist.

Max put his arms around my shoulders, nuzzling the top of my head. “What’s this for?”

“That was exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why.”

“What?”

“You buttoning the front for me. This feeling came over me. So big I can’t explain it.”

“Remember, I share this feeling, baby. I’m right there with you.”

“I want to learn and do more,” I demanded in a baby voice.

“Me, too. We’ll do more. A lot more of anything you want.”

“Thank you.” I breathed the words into his shirt.

“Can you tell me more of what you want now?” he asked.

“I want—I want to go downstairs, watch cartoons, have juice and sit in your lap.”

“That’s a lot of things. Let me see if I can keep up.”

I backed up, looking into his eyes. “That’s not a lot. It’s easy.” I took his hand in mine. “I’ll show you.”

“By all means,” he said. “Lead the way.”