Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

M ack pressed a hand against his jeans. They crinkled slightly at the touch. Not the jeans, of course. It was the diaper Dr. Richards had put on him after his exam. He was supposed to wear those for the next two days.

Glancing over at Grey, he wondered if his Daddy wanted him to wear diapers. That was pretty intense play.

“You’re thinking awfully hard, Little boy. Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” Grey asked, wrapping his hand around Mack’s thigh.

Mack shook his head. He didn’t want to say anything. His fantasies of finding a Daddy had always included diapers, bottles, and other babyish things. He’d never dared to share that with anyone.

“How about if I tell you what’s perfect with me?” Grey asked, breaking the silence in the car.

“Okay,” Mack croaked.

“I’ve shared before that I’ve had three ageplay relationships. I cared about all of them, but we were never a perfect match. When the relationships ended, I stopped looking for a Little to care for because I couldn’t find the right match.”

He squeezed Mack’s knee. “That is before I met you. You wished to experiment to see what level of Littleness you’d find the best fit for you. When we get home, I am going to take care of you completely. You’re going to stay in bed to rest and recover.”

“I’ll take lots of naps, but I’ll get stir crazy just lying in bed,” Mack told him honestly.

“I’ll make sure you get some entertainment time. But you will drink lots of fluids as Dr. Richards said. A bottle an hour. And you’ll use your diaper so I can keep track of how the medicine is working.”

“Like wear my diaper?” Mack asked, holding his breath.

“Yes. Wear and use your diaper. The bathroom will be off limits to you unless you’re in a bubble bath.” With that decree, Grey pulled into their neighborhood.

“For everything?” Mack checked.

“Yes.”

Grey checked his watch. “We’re getting home just in time for your next round of antibiotics.”

Mack’s thoughts flashed back to Dr. Richards’ office. When he’d returned from using the toilet, Mack had climbed back into position on the exam table. The doctor had come in a few minutes later. He’d finished his exam by skillfully drawing some blood from Mack’s arm. Dr. Richards had prescribed some medicinal suppositories and inserted them.

When Mack pushed one from his bottom, Dr. Richards had chosen a flexible device from his supplies that held the medicine. He’d threaded that easily into his bottom and maneuvered it so deep that Mack couldn’t repeat his naughtiness.

Looking over his shoulder at the two big bags of supplies, Mack could see that device and several more in varying thicknesses rising out of the top of the sack. Dr. Richards hadn’t hurt him at all. It was the complete lack of control that automatically made Mack act out.

“Not with that long pill pusher, right?” Mack had to ask.

“Are you going to try to push your medicine out?” Grey answered his question with a question.

Mack shook his head. “I’ll be good.”

“That will help you get to feel better,” Grey assured him.

Thoughts whirled around in his mind. It sounded like Grey was going to take care of him, just like his fantasies. Should he tell him?

“Tell me what?” Grey asked, and Mack realized he’d said that final question out loud.

Mack watched him as he drove the car into the driveway. Grey met his gaze as the garage door rolled up. “I don’t know how to tell you,” he admitted.

“You don’t have to tell me. I already know you love being super Little. That’s a perfect match to my desires as a Daddy. You’ll have many days of being my baby ahead. I do want you to share your feelings if your needs change. Will you promise me that?”

Nodding, Mack studied his concerned face. He really did care. “I’m glad I found you, Daddy.”

“I’m glad I found you, too, Mackie. Let’s go get you feeling better.”

A few minutes later, Grey supported him as they walked into the dark house. He steered him directly to the bathroom. Stripping off their clothes, Grey washed Mack in the shower to be ready for bed. His Daddy wrapped him in a towel and steered him to the large king-size bed.

“Climb onto the bed on your knees and lower your head,” Grey instructed, moving him into position so his bottom thrust up in the air.

The towel bottom drifted up and Mack could feel the breeze on his butt. He shivered in reaction, and Grey rubbed a hand over his skin. He heard the rustle of packages.

He melted into the soft comforter as a cold blob of lubricant coated his tight entrance. Grey prepared him well before pressing two large suppositories into his bottom. When he held the third at Mack’s entrance, Mack couldn’t help from shifting forward. He’d struggled to take that one at the doctor’s office.

“It’s too big, Daddy,” he complained hoarsely.

“Your bottom will stretch if you relax, Little boy. It’s going in. There are no negotiations. You either cooperate or I spank your bottom before I give you this last pill.”

Mack didn’t want a spanking. Maybe… “You can’t spank me. I’m sick,” Mack pointed out.

“I can spank you and I will. If you have enough energy to argue with me, you’re not too sick to be disciplined.”

Grey’s voice was resolved. Mack knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “Could you at least ask Dr. Richards to make those smaller?”

“I can do that,” Grey promised. “Back into position.”

Slowly, Mack shifted his weight to raise his bottom up to accept the prescription. He moved forward slightly again as Grey pressed the tip against his opening and froze when Grey’s hand wrapped around his testicles. If Mack moved forward again, he knew Grey wouldn’t release him.

“Daddy. No fair.”

“You will take your medicine.” Grey pressed the large suppository into place, stymying any other plans to evade his treatment.

The burn made Mack bite his lip. He’d glimpsed the monster in the large jar. It was very wide in the middle. That had to be this part. “Owie!”

“Try to relax, Mackie. Think of something else. I’m going to make you a bottle here in a few minutes. Then I’ll rock you in my arms as you drink it. Where does Mackie want to sleep tonight?”

“In bed with Daddy.”

“I’d love that,” Grey assured him as he slid his finger free.

“It’s in?” Mack asked, amazed.

“All done. Let’s get your diaper on and you can curl up in bed with Poutine and Hops while I make your bottle.”

“I’m not ready to go to bed, Daddy. It’s early.”

“Not for sick Little boys. I have a feeling you’ll go right to sleep,” Grey told him before stepping away to wash his hands.

A wide yawn stretched Mack’s jaw as Grey walked back into the room. Mack slapped a hand over it. Grey’s knowing look told Mack trying to pretend he wasn’t tired was futile.

“Let’s get you snuggled into bed,” Grey told him, turning back the covers.

In a short time, Mack rested on the thick pillows with Poutine and Hops in his arms. Grey spread the covers over them, gently tucking the trio in. He leaned over to press a kiss to Mack’s forehead before disappearing out the door.

Mack opened his mouth to tell his stuffies about his day, but a yawn took over. He tried his best to rally the energy to share all his news, but the comfy bed and pillows worked against him. Closing his eyes, Mack relaxed.

“Try this before you go to sleep, Little boy.” Grey’s voice slid through the fog in Mack’s mind.

“Later, Daddy. I’m sleep…”

Mack tried to glare at his Daddy for sliding the bottle’s nipple into his mouth while he was talking, but the warm mixture inside tasted so yummy. He drew more into his mouth and swallowed. Did it make his throat feel better? He nodded to himself.

“Good, huh? Dr. Richards shared his patients’ favorite recipes with me. He highly recommended this one. It’s his Little girl’s favorite.”

Grey talked to him quietly about unimportant things and wiggled the bottle at his lips a few times to keep him awake. When he’d finished the bottle, Grey praised him, “What a good Little boy! I am a very lucky Daddy to have you in my life.”

“Daddy,” Mack said and yawned widely, interrupting whatever he had meant to say.

“Sleep now, Mackie. I’ll come to bed soon to hold you. Remember, Daddy’s going to wake you up for medicine and more bottles through the night so we can get you better.”

“No big ones, right?”

“Yes, the powerful medicine to make you feel better will go into your bottom every time. You’re going to be a brave boy, aren’t you?” Grey asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” Closing his eyes, Mack gave in to his exhaustion once again. As he hovered on the edge of sleep, he heard his Daddy’s answer.

“Thank you, Mackie. I need you to feel better soon so Daddy can fill your bottom with something other than just medicine.”