Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

W hen they could move, Grey led him to the huge shower. Not allowed to help, Mack enjoyed the feel of Grey’s hands on him as he washed him from head to toe thoroughly. Wrapped in a thirsty towel, Mack leaned against the tiled wall out of the splash zone and watched Grey’s tantalizing fingers moving on his hard body. That was almost as good as feeling the sensations himself. Almost.

This time in the nursery, Mack actually put on the clothes he’d chosen to lounge in before Grey escorted him back to the open family and kitchen area. Grey had him sit on the soft leather couch that molded around him.

“Let me grab some refreshments. Here’s the remote. Choose a short, animated movie for us to enjoy,” Grey instructed and showed him how to use the remote.

“Here’s the next spy movie,” Mack announced, turning to look at Grey.

“Nope. That’s too exciting before bed. Animated, Mack.”

Sighing, Mack kept looking. He found a violent animated movie and considered choosing that one. One side glance at Grey working in the kitchen made him choose more wisely.

When the cheerful music started, Grey mentioned, “One of my favorites. I had a Siamese cat when I was a kid.”

“You knew what I chose just from the music?” Mack asked in amazement. The singing hadn’t even started.

“Of course,” Grey said, picking up a tray and carrying it to the round table. “Onelia left us sandwiches and goodies.”

Mack stared at the gooiest-looking cookies. “I could just have one of those,” he said, pointing at an oatmeal one.

“Sandwich first. Here.” Grey handed him a half sandwich with the crust cut off.

Wrinkling his nose, Mack took the sandwich and took a bite. “Yum,” he hummed.

“Onelia doesn’t mess around. Everything she touches is golden,” Grey assured him as he helped himself to one on wheat bread. He settled back on the couch near Mack and wrapped an arm around him, pulling Mack close.

Three half sandwiches later, he rubbed his tummy. Snuggled next to Grey, he wished this moment could be frozen in time. It seemed magical.

Grey shifted to grab what looked like an insulated cup. When he pulled off the lid, Mack pushed away. A powerful arm around his torso foiled that attempt.

“Just try it, Mackie. This way, you don’t have to worry about spilling anything,” Grey reassured him.

“I’m not a baby.”

“You’re a big boy. Just try this for Daddy.”

Relenting, Mack opened his mouth and let Grey slide the rubbery nipple inside. He drew on it tentatively and hummed his appreciation of the yummy drink inside. It tasted like melted ice cream.

A dangerous part of the movie caught his attention, and Mack settled back down against Grey. Pulled into the action, he drank quickly, draining the bottle. Holding it out, he whispered, “More, please.”

“I thought you’d like that. No more formula tonight. You can have water,” Grey suggested, handing him another bottle. “You’ll need it for dessert.”

He lifted the plate of cookies so Mack could choose the oatmeal one he craved. Armed with a yummy cookie, Mack settled in for the grand finale of the movie. Even having watched it a thousand times, he watched intently.

Grey swiped his hair from his eyes. “Five more minutes and then bedtime.”

The mean woman had just arrived to kill everyone when the screen went blank. Mack lunged for the remote in Grey’s hand. Grey shifted out of Mack’s reach and tightened his arm around Mack’s waist to hold him in place.

“We’ll watch tomorrow. I promise,” Grey told him.

“Five more minutes and we’ll see what happens.”

“Bedtime is bedtime. Come on. We’ll go brush our teeth and go to bed,” Grey said, standing up and placing the remote on the table. He picked up the tray to take it to the kitchen.

Mack eyed the remote and wanted more than anything to grab it. He looked at Grey’s back as he walked away. He’d probably get another spanking. Mack wiggled on his bottom. More punishment would make it difficult to sit tomorrow.

Grey turned as he set the tray on the counter. He quickly rinsed the dishes and stowed them in the dishwasher. Realizing he wasn’t being a very good guest, Mack stood up and rushed to help.

“Sorry, I should help.”

“Daddy’s got this. Let me take care of you, Mackie. That makes me happy.”

“But being lazy doesn’t make me happy,” Mack protested. He expected Grey would soon tire of him if he was a lump around the house.

“We’ll come up with some chores for you to do around the house if you’d like,” Grey suggested.

Mack nodded. “Please.”

“Would you straighten the pillows on the couch while I put this tray away?” Grey requested.

Dashing back to the couch, Mack strategically placed the throw pillows at the ends of the sectional. He couldn’t remember where they actually had been earlier.

“Great job.” Grey placed his arm around Mack’s waist and steered him toward the hallway. “Here’s the tough choice. Sleep with Daddy or sleep in the racecar?”

“Sleep in the racecar with Daddy?” Mack suggested.

“We can do that. First, teeth brushing. Onelia unpacked your things in the guest bath. Let’s move those to my bathroom.”

Without a fuss, Grey helped Mack gather everything and transfer them. Grey picked up Mack’s toothbrush and put some blue gel on it. “Open your mouth, Mackie.”

“I can do it,” he answered, reaching for the handle.

“Daddy’s in charge.”

Mack opened his mouth reluctantly when Grey held the toothbrush to his lips. He felt really silly at first, but his Daddy did a good job, even getting way back to the far side of his molars.

“Okay, Little boy. Spit and rinse,” Grey said, handing him a paper cup half full of water.

He followed directions as he watched Grey polish his own pearly whites. Running his tongue over his teeth, Mack enjoyed the clean feel. Refilling the cup, he handed it to Grey so he could rinse his mouth. Grey sent him a foamy kiss in thanks.

As they left the room, Mack glanced back at the vanity. He loved the sight of his toothbrush sitting in the holder with Grey’s. He didn’t know how that seemed so intimate, but it did. It was a bit scary how real this felt.

Mack started to jump into bed when Grey stopped him.

“No outside clothes in bed, Little boy.”

Before he could react, Grey stripped off his lounging clothes and tossed them onto the table. “Stretch back over the table. I have some medicine for your bottom.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need anything.”

“Over the table, Little boy.”

The stern tone made him whirl around to obey.

“Thank you, Mackie. I’m so pleased you’re learning to follow Daddy’s directions,” Grey said as he pulled out a drawer to pull out a short, clear canister and something white.

As he got closer, he could see there were thick, waxy, short things inside. “What are those?” he asked when Grey set them on the table in front of him.

“I stretched your bottom a lot tonight, Little boy. I don’t want you to be sore. This medicine will soothe you inside and out. Dr. Richards makes it for our community,” he explained, opening the container and pulling out two. He set one on the table in front of Mack’s eyes. It looked huge.

“I can’t swallow that, Daddy.”

“No, but your bottom will take it easily.”

Grey pressed a hand on Mack’s lower back, reminding him of their pleasure earlier. He felt his cock twitch. Don’t respond. He’ll think we like this! It didn’t listen.

“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.