Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Grey’s caresses increased and smoothed out to a quick pattern. Mack tried to hold back. It was simply impossible. With two people watching him, that pressing bulge, and holding all the liquid inside, Mack cried out, “I’m going to lose it.”
“Come, Little boy. I need to observe your reactions. Your bottom is sealed from inside. You won’t have an accident. You’re safe here,” Dr. Richards assured him and smoothed a hand over the inside of Mack’s thigh.
“Ahhh!” Mack saw his come hit the blanket that tented over him. He heard a few drops splat on the floor as he curled his body up from the table. As the powerful climax dwindled away, he slumped back to the padding. Mack was done.
“When he is ready to release the medicine inside him, help Mack to the toilet. It is through that door.” Dr. Richards pointed to Grey as he released Mack’s hands and feet.
The doctor patted Mack’s shoulder and told him, “You did so well, Little boy. Your Daddy and I are very proud of how brave you’ve been. Just let the liquid flow from you, don’t try to push it all out. When you’re ready, come back and lie down on the table.”
Mack nodded, unable to speak. His mind was completely blown. Despite the urge to use the bathroom, he couldn’t move yet.
The doctor disappeared out the door and Mack heard him say, “I bet that finger is numb now, Hunter.”
“Yes, Dr. Richards,” the masculine voice answered politely.
CHAPTER 14
Mack 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.