Slipping his thumb into his mouth, Liam rested his head against Jude’s shoulder. Jude ran his hand gently up and down Liam’s back. That was soothing. Made it easier for Liam to remain in little mode.
“That’s it. Relax and let go. Daddy has you.”
He couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes. This was everything that Liam had always wanted. A real Daddy that didn’t think he was weird for what Liam craved. Wanted. Needed. Being able to just…be.
It didn’t take any thought for Liam to follow Jude’s direction. He released his body, the ache in his pelvis easing as he filled his diaper.
That was so much better.
“Such a good boy,” Jude praised. “Daddy’s good boy.”
Closing his eyes, Liam cuddled in. Emotion flooded him. He just wanted this connection to be real. To last.
“No going to sleep, baby. I need to clean you up.”
Liam whined around his thumb. But he was comfy! And Daddy cuddles were the best.
“Good boys get rewards,” Jude cooed to him.
That perked Liam up. Rewards? Liam liked rewards. And he was a good boy! The best boy.
“I thought that might make you change your mind.” Jude helped Liam off his lap before pulling Liam to his feet.
Liam shuffled over to the changing table with Jude’s urging.
Daddy was strong as he lifted Liam up so Liam could lean back on the changing table. Liam hummed around his thumb as Daddy grabbed what he would need to change him.
His brain tried to force Liam to worry. Screamed that he should be nervous. Liam couldn’t be bothered. He would much rather just sing his little song in his head.
His good boy song.
I’m a good boy.
I’m getting a reward.
Good boys get rewards.
I’m a good boy.
Jude chuckled as he pulled down Liam’s shorts. “Someone is happy.”
“Good boy,” Liam responded around his thumb.
“You are a good boy.” Jude undid the tabs of the diaper.
Jude opened Liam’s diaper and Liam lifted his hips. Jude slipped the wet diaper out from under him. A clean one was in place before Liam could even blink. Setting his bottom back down, Liam watched his Daddy as he worked.
He jumped and squealed as Jude used a cold wet wipe to clean him up.
“Stay still,” Jude said with a laugh. “Daddy needs to make sure you’re all clean.”
Oh! This was its own type of torture.
Jude was not missing any spot. Not one.
It wasn’t his fault when his cock began to harden. Not with Jude now using a fresh wipe to stroke him. Stroke him firmly and roughly. Lifting his hips, Liam gave a small little thrust.
“That’s it. Good boy. Help Daddy get you all cleaned up.”
