9. Marshall

Chapter 9

Marshall

It was early evening and after a wholesome hike up and over Eagle Falls, Marshall was playing in the play barn with Dale. With Zane and Kipp watching on, Marshall and Dale happily romped around in their favorite rompers, stuffies in one hand and sippy cups in the other.

‘OMG this new tropical juice is deelish ,' Marshall said. ‘Where did your Daddy find it?'

‘We picked it out together on a special Daddy and Little shopping trip,' Dale replied, smiling from ear to ear as he made believe that his stuffie Rebel was sipping some juice too. ‘Maybe you and your Daddy can do that soon too?'

‘Maybe. But… we're still only really pretending,' Marshall answered, a little sad that him and Zane weren't together in the truest sense. ‘I don't mind. We're having fun, and Zane is learning about being a Daddy. It's all good.'

‘ Hmmmm . I don't believe you,' Dale replied. ‘I think you want Zane to be your Daddy for realsies ! '

With that, the two Little giggled conspiratorially and made their way over toward the wooden castle that Kipp had built with some help from Axel, Arlo's Daddy.

‘Let's climb,' Dale said, putting Rebel in the front pouch of his romper and wobbling slightly as he began to scale the colorful castle front.

‘Yay!' Marshall replied, following Dale and almost taking a full butt in his face as Dale momentarily lost his grip.

The two boys laughed as they hauled themselves over and above the castle wall. Sitting together next to the turret, they both had the perfect view across the play barn. Marshall could see what a great job Dale's Daddy Kipp had done. Eagle Ridge Ranch was a special place, and Marshall was so glad it existed. But more than that, Marshall was glad that he was finally able to have a Daddy watching over him as he played – even if it was a Daddy tryout rather than a real relationship.

If I just make believe Zane is my real Daddy…

Maybe then it'll become real?

Sigh. I wish, I wish, I wish…

Marshall was soon broken out of his thoughts however as he felt a familiar feeling coming over him. With his fluffy diaper all secure underneath his romper, Marshall felt himself relax and let out a giggle of pleasure.

‘ Ooopsies . I made a pee-pee,' Marshall said, blushing slightly. ‘And I've only just climbed up here!'

‘Time to call Daddy,' Dale said, giggling as he peered out over the turret and made a waving motion toward his own Daddy. ‘My diapee is all wet too. We made potty at the same time!'

‘Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! We need help!' the two Littles called out in unison. ‘Bring fresh diapees too!'

Marshall and Dale giggled mischievously as their Daddies arrived and helped them down from the castle's upper level.

‘Two wet Little butts,' Kipp said, exchanging a look with Zane. ‘It's all part of being a Daddy!'

‘Yup, I guess it is,' Zane replied, a somewhat awkward grin on his face.

‘You've got this,' Kipp said, playfully jabbing Zane in his shoulder. ‘Trust me. You change one diaper, you've changed them all. Come on, let's get down to work.'

Marshall could see a slightly apprehensive look on Zane's face and was determined to put the new Daddy at ease. Marshall could imagine that the prospect of changing a diaper might be a bit intimidating at first so was going to be on his best behavior for Zane. Well, kind of…

‘Me kick legs!' Marshall squealed, lying on his back on the changing mat and flailing his legs and kicking them up and down as Zane unbuttoned his romper, ready to pull it down.

As much as Marshall wanted to help Zane in his first diaper change, he also couldn't help but let his mischievous side come to the fore. After all, it was pointless to give Zane any unrealistically easy expectation of what changing a sassy Little's diaper was truly like .

‘Kick! Kick! Super-kick!' Marshall gurgled, his enjoyment at making Zane's life difficult sending him wild with excitement.

‘Try and stay still for me, sweetness,' Zane said, his voice warm and paternal with enough firmness to it to give Marshall second thoughts. ‘You've got a heavy diaper to take off and a little tushy that needs freshening up. And Daddy can't do it if your legs are flipping and flapping in each and every direction.'

‘Yes, Daddy,' Marshall said, gurgling with joy as Zane carefully undid his diaper and safely dispensed of it. ‘Feels cold on my special place!'

‘I can imagine,' Zane chuckled. ‘Now let's get you all clean and powdered.'

Marshall felt so safe and happy to be changed by Zane that he found himself slipping even deeper into Little Space. Zane might have been new to changing diapers, but he certainly wasn't showing it. Zane was gentle, kind, and seemingly knew just what to do and when to do it.

‘I'm… n-n-n-n-not t-t-t-t-tired,' Marshall said, letting out a long, loud yawn as Zane positioned and fixed his new diaper.

‘Which means the exact opposite,' Zane smiled. ‘You're exhausted from all the fun that you and Dale had playing castles and running around the play barn. I'm calling this, young man. It's time for your nap.'

‘I'll never sleep,' Marshall said, his eye lids already drooping as Zane picked him up and carried him over toward a cozy little corner that was stacked with the biggest, most colorful beanbags .

‘Okay, okay, you'll never sleep,' Zane said, his voice soft and full of patience. ‘And I definitely won't either. But let's just see how we feel about that in a minute.'

With that, Zane sat down with a sleepy Marshall in his arms and began to very gently rock him in his arms. Marshall looked up into his Daddy's eyes and cooed with delight as the handsome man began to softly sing him to sleep.

I don't want to sleep.

I want to stay awake and look at my amazing Daddy.

But I'm just… so… t-t-t-tired…

As Marshall gave in to his body's demand for rest, all he could think about was how desperately he wanted Zane to be his Daddy for real. He might not have had the job security or steady history that Marshall had always considered essential for a prospective Daddy in the past, but Zane had everything that really mattered.

Zane was kind, caring, and gentle.

He could be gruff, demanding, and spanked like a Daddy Dom too.

As far as Marshall was concerned, Zane was just perfect.

Evening time soon rolled around and after a hearty meal at the ranch house along with Dale and Kipp, Marshall headed back to the barn with Zane .

There was no firm plan in place, although it was clear from the mood between them that tensions were rising. In a good way, of course…

‘Listen,' Zane said as he stood by the barn door. ‘This doesn't mean anything. There's no expectation on my side. None at all. We're just spending time with one another. And the second you want me to drive you home, I'm happy to. Okay?'

‘Got it,' Marshall replied, smiling. ‘I might be a Little, but I know my own mind. You don't need to worry about me, Zane.'

‘You certainly do know your own mind,' Zane chuckled. ‘Now get that butt inside and we can get down to business…'

Marshall giggled and stepped inside the barn.

While Zane's temporary home might have been basic in its décor and lacking in the modern touches you'd find in most people's house or apartment, Marshall could see why he liked it so much.

The barn was surprisingly cozy, and its rustic look only added to that. With a temporary log burning fire installed in the corner and plenty of warm blankets around, Marshall could see why Zane saw the barn as his calm place, away from the bustle of Eagle Ridge and somewhere he could lay his head at the end of a long day.

‘Okay… let's read,' Zane said, walking over toward the log burner and firing it up with an expert touch. ‘Remember, no talking. I want to see you immerse yourself in the book. This isn't your Little Book Club!'

‘Naaaw, Daddy,' Marshall said. ‘You might be all tough looking, but you're a real bookworm underneath. '

‘Hey, enough backtalk, young man,' Zane said, unable to prevent a smile creeping onto his face. ‘Any more sass from you and it won't only be the fire that's heating your sweet little cheeks.'

Marshall took his seat and got all cozy underneath three heavy blankets. One blanket would probably have sufficed but Marshall wanted him and Beachie to be as snug as humanly possible.

As Marshall watched Zane put the finishing touches to the fire, he could make out Zane's strong back muscles and his powerful shoulders through his grey t-shirt. Marshall's body then tingled with excitement as he watched Zane stand up and flex his powerful ass cheeks.

Daddies in grey t-shirts and jeans…

Yummy, yummy, yummy…

Zane makes me feel all funny…

Marshall giggled and blushed as Zane proceeded to walk over toward him and climb underneath the blankets with his book in hand.

But before either of them could even open their books to the right page, Marshall felt himself get swept along in the moment as Zane leaned over and kissed him flush on the lips.

‘D-D-D-Daddy…' Marshall said, his entire body reacting to the feel of Zane's lips on hers.

‘I'm sorry, I shouldn't have presumed,' Zane replied.

‘No,' Marshall said, his cock growing by the second. ‘I want more. Kiss me again. And again. And again . '

Zane didn't need asking twice and before long the pair of them were wrapped in one another's arms and kissing passionately. As Marshall and Zane's tongues overlapped, he let out a soft moan and felt his manhood throb dangerously hard and ache for attention.

Marshall then began to writhe and wriggle under the heavy blankets, yearning for more and more from Zane – and judging by the feel of his rock-hard cock pressing out from the crotch of his jeans, Zane felt the same way too.

However…

‘Boy, we need to take a moment,' Zane said. ‘There are things we need to talk about.'

‘No fair, I want more ,' Marshall said, his hands suddenly deep inside his own jeans and tugging and rubbing over his special place. ‘I want you to do what you want to me. Anything. Everything. I want it all. And I want it from you, Daddy.'

Marshall was beyond the point of feeling self-conscious.

Zane had lit a spark inside Marshall that had rather quickly turned into a forest fire.

But Zane was the Daddy Dom and his word was the law…

‘That's as far as we go tonight,' Zane said, his voice firm but a look of hunger prevailing in his eyes. ‘But don't worry, there's a whole lot more fun in store…'