3. Milo

Chapter 3

Milo

"A happy bonus, huh?" Elias was trying not to smile but his eyes almost sparkled. "Well, I'm glad you're able to suffer through the idea of having to deal with it."

It.

His milk.

I'd found a Daddy and he could feed me.

Every time I got control of myself, my dick tried to get attention again but I was a good boy and ignored him. "That's…that's what you do when you're getting to know someone interesting."

Yep, you just suffered and waited until it was polite to tell them how sexy they were.

And how funny.

And how sweet.

He'd gotten me juice with a straw.

"I'm glad we've both found interesting people to get to know." Elias was still trying not to smile but he was almost giggling and looked like a very happy Daddy.

But he wasn't a Daddy yet.

We were just talking about it.

"I'm interesting too." Because of lots of reasons. "I'm glad…I'm glad you don't mind."

"I don't." Elias was very Daddy as he picked up the fork and cut a bit of a meatball for me. "I think I'm going to really like it."

Yay.

"But…but it's okay if you like parts and don't like parts." Daddy Elias held out the fork and fed me a bite. It was so good my yummy tummy sounds came out and made him smile.

"I'm assuming it will be like any other aspect of BDSM. There will be parts I'm drawn to and things I don't like." Daddy Elias smiled as he got another bite ready for me. "You'll just have to help me make a limits list and we'll go through it together."

"Do you know anything about being a Daddy?" Well, he knew about feeding boys who liked to be taken care of.

"Let me think." Looking very thinky, Daddy Elias fed me more yummy goodies and didn't rush the question at all. "I understand the caretaking aspect of it. I'm not worried about the practical side of any of that. I think it's just something I need to explore before I can figure out what parts are my favorite."

Daddy Elias didn't look like littles made him nervous or made him feel weird. It was kind of sad that the other littles hadn't gotten a chance to get to know him, but I was glad he wanted to talk to me…and I was glad that Dally had made him not frowny first too.

Dally made everyone smile, even my frowning Daddy who didn't realize he was my Daddy.

"I can help you explore. Being a Daddy is easy." We'd get to cuddle and play and be happy together. "What…what kind of other sub stuff do you want to keep?"

Daddy Elias looked confused as he got me a bite of pasta salad, so I knew I had to explain. "Like…do you want me to kneel?"

He smiled.

He got it.

"I can do that. I just get…well…kinda bored." It was so hard to be still and quiet. "I start off real good but then my mind starts thinking about toys and funner stuff and then I'm not big anymore and little me doesn't like to kneel."

Oh well.

Daddy Elias gave me a bite and put on his thinking face. "Well, I think you'd be cute if you were kneeling but I don't want you to get bored. So we don't have to do that, but what if we tried to find ways to make it fun?"

Kneeling could be fun?

"Like…like a quiet game kind of fun?" I'd never figured out why some Daddies liked that game. It was boring too.

"No." Shaking his head, Daddy Elias looked like he knew it was boring. "Something more active than that. I'll think about some ideas but no kneeling in one place being bored. Just fun kneeling."

I wasn't sure how he could make it fun, but he was smart, so I knew he would try.

"Okay, we can talk about it and find a fun way to do it." I'd get to see his bulge, so that'd make it not too boring.

"You look like you are thinking very naughty thoughts." Daddy Elias smirked when I blushed and giggled. "I thought so. I'm starting to learn your tricks."

Yep, he was smart and he watched me good. He didn't even look away bored or get wiggly. He just fed me and smiled and looked happy. He hadn't even looked to see what time it was yet.

"I don't have tricks." Nope. "I'm a very good boy."

Daddy Elias looked skeptical. "Should I ask Dally how good you are?"

Noooo.

"He'd just tell you I'm very sweet and…and that I like cuddling." Yes, that was all he'd say.

Daddy Elias chuckled. "Alright, if that's what he'd say."

Yep.

"What would your friend say about you?" Yes, that was much more fun because it made Daddy groan.

"He'd say naughty things about me and he'd probably be right." Daddy Elias shrugged when I laughed. "But he'd also say that I look happy with you and that I should get to know you more."

Oh.

"I like him." He was nice so far and he was still having fun playing with Dally. "He's happy and patient. He hasn't even frowned at Dally yet."

Daddy made a sad thinky face. "He's had a hard year, so I think finding someone as happy as Dally was very good for him."

Dally made everyone happy.

But Daddy kept looking at me, not Dally, so I thought that was a good sign. "I'm glad he's happy today."

Hard years were hard.

"Me too but I'm glad I'm happy too." Daddy Elias grinned when I giggled. "I found a fun boy to get to know. One who's going to tell me what kind of games he likes to play?"

I liked games.

I told Daddy Elias all about my toys and my games and the cartoons I watched when I was little. "I color when I watch cartoons but not just because."

Daddy Elias nodded. "Because it would be like sitting still if you did it without a movie or a cartoon playing."

He was so smart.

"Yes." I remembered not to bounce in my seat because there were lots of boring grown-ups around, but he grinned like he knew I was so excited I wanted to wiggle. "You remembered."

"I'm going to try to remember everything that you tell me, but if I forget something important, I want you to remind me." Daddy Elias looked very serious. "Can you help me with that? I've never been a Daddy and it's a lot of new things to remember."

Hmm.

"Because you have big things to remember and little things?" That was a lot. "You have to remember cartoons and what kind of spankings big me likes. That's a lot."

Daddy Elias swallowed and cleared his throat like something got stuck in it. "Exactly. We'll have limits lists and I'm going to do my best to keep all of your answers in mind, but the one important thing I've realized about being a Daddy is how much stuff there is to remember."

"Big drinks and little juices." What else? "Food stuff. For a sub who's big all the time, you probably didn't have to know which kinds of meatballs are yucky and which cheese goes on grilled cheese sandwiches."

Daddy Elias's eyes got big. "There's a specific cheese for that?"

Oh dear.

"I'm going to help you be a very good Daddy. Don't worry." He didn't even know the right cheese? "But…but you can spank and do that stuff, right?"

I wasn't sure I knew how to teach him that.

Could Dally?

Dally always said he knew everything, so he probably could.

"I can spank." Daddy Elias seemed very confident about that. "The spankings and grown-up sub stuff is no problem."

Whew.

"Good." Daddy Elias gave me a fancy-looking chicken nugget next. It already had the sauce on it. "Grown-up me likes that stuff too but not little me. Little me likes cuddles and…and little stuff."

Yeah, stuff.

Daddy Elias blinked funny but he nodded. "Little stuff. Yes."

Yep, he was smart.

"Now, just to make sure we're all safe and happy, can you tell me your safewords?" Daddy Elias asked good questions too.

"I use my colors when I'm big or little because I get distracted." Dally said that wasn't safe, so I had to keep it simple stupid. "Um, red, yellow, and green. Dally said he knew a sub who used fruit and when he had his first scene, he got confused between apples and apricots and it wasn't a good scene."

"Oh." Daddy Elias frowned. "That's terrible. Yes, I'm glad you picked colors. Those are much easier to remember."

Ha, he thought I was smart too…and Dally. Dally was smart too sometimes.

"Do you have colors? Do you know Doms are supposed to have safewords too? Did you know littles can use safewords if their bigs are not making good choices or if they get scared, but littles aren't allowed to safeword over eating vegetables unless it's something really yucky. I don't eat 'sparagus. I don't. It's squishy and it mushes around in my throat and then I vomit."

Daddy Elias's mouth twitched. "I…I didn't realize gag reflexes could work like that but there is no reason I would ever try to make you eat asparagus. You do have to eat a variety of vegetables to be healthy but I don't want you to get sick."

Good.

"Did a Daddy try to make you eat that?" Daddy Elias's eyes got wide when I nodded. "Really?"

"He said good boys ate trees and he said I couldn't get up from the table until my weird trees were gone but they were squishy and bigger than yucky." I shivered thinking about the yucky weird trees. "They're not like broccoli trees. He didn't believe me."

"I will believe you if you tell me the vegetable is too yucky to eat." Daddy Elias looked like he wanted to shiver too. "We'll make sure to have those kinds of vegetables on our limits list too."

Oh, that was a good idea.

"You'll have to make sure I know your favorite vegetables too." He looked like that made him happier. "I want you to have fun eating dinner."

"I like fun. I like cucumbers and I like bell peppers and I like carrots…even mushy ones…and I…I like broccoli with sauce on it. I'm a good eater." I was a good boy. "Oh, I even eat spinach in soup or if you mix it with noodles. But it gets in my teeth."

Daddy Elias smiled. "Thank you for giving me such a good list. But?—"

I knew.

I knew.

"But if you forget I have to tell you." Ha. I remembered. "I'll be a good helper and tell you if you give me plain broccoli."

Daddy Elias wanted to laugh but he didn't. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I had good manners and I was a good helper.

I was going to tell him that and make sure he knew all my good stuff but I got distracted. By Dally. He just showed up like magic.

"Let me sit. I have to check on you." Checking on me meant Dally had to share my chair too…just because. "Oh, you got snacks. Good job being a Daddy."

Dally was proud of Daddy Elias and gave him a big smile, but he didn't forget about me. "Are you being a good boy or a good sub?"

Oh.

"Um, a good…" Had Daddy realized I wasn't that big?

"He's being a good boy but we're talking about big stuff and little stuff." Daddy Elias looked proud of me and not nervous at all. He was so smart. He knew I wasn't big.

"Great." Dally was proud of us too. "Are you telling him about your little limits like no asparagus? Did you tell him about your big limit of nothing painful up your butt?"

"Yes and no." We were taking our time. "I told him about no asparagus and he won't make me vomit. He's nice."

"That's great." Dally patted my head. "But make sure he knows he can hurt your bottom but not to put anything painful up your butt. Some people are just weird."

They were.

"I'll remember. It's on my list and Daddy Elias wants to see my list because he's going to learn to be a Daddy. He knows the important stuff already, though." He even knew being called a Daddy was something to smile over. "He's really smart."

"Victor said he was and he said he wouldn't hurt your butt." Dally was relieved about that but Daddy groaned. "Do you have vodka in your juice? How many drinks have you had?"

"No and no grown-up drinks. Just juice."

"So you haven't been oversharing? Good." Dally patted my head again. "That makes you nervous."

"I know but I've just been helpful." I hadn't even told Daddy Elias that I was wondering what he looked like without his shirt…or his pants. "We've talked about food stuff and toys and cartoons."

"Little toys or grown-up ones? Did you tell him about your big ones?" Dally smiled when I shook my head. "Good, he doesn't need to know about your monsters and stuff like that."

"Yep." We were just talking about regular stuff.

"Okay, I'm going to go have fun telling people about themselves. I'll come back and get you when I'm done. Then we can go home." Dally waited until I nodded, and then he looked at Daddy Elias.

"You can't have sex with him tonight because he'll probably let you but he'll worry tomorrow and I find him worrying to be very stressful. I don't need stress poops tomorrow because he thinks you're sexy."

Dally was right.

Daddy Elias was very sexy and Dally's tummy went funny when I was upset.

His mother said we were sharing the same digestive tract, but she said that was better than us sharing the same brain.

"I think that is a very good rule but would it be alright if I made a date with Milo to take him out for a grown-up dinner tomorrow?" Daddy Elias was smart and asked Dally first so he wouldn't worry.

"Yes, he'd like that and I'll make sure he doesn't worry too much about it. Victor says you're very nice and are trustworthy. So I'm really hoping I don't have to bury your body. You look heavy." Dally hopped up and kissed my head. "Okay, off to make boring people squirm."

As he bounced off, Daddy chuckled. "He knows how to have fun at parties."

"Dally always has fun. Even at the dentist." I wasn't as fun as Dally but Daddy Elias didn't seem to mind. "But he says having a boring friend is important too. I keep him from getting arrested."

Daddy Elias sighed. "Somehow, I think you're serious about that."

"Because you're smart." And sexy. And good at getting me snacks. And good at being nice to Dally without asking to sleep with him.

Yep.

I'd found a very smart Daddy.