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)
“You don’t have to tell me. I already know you love being super Little. That’s a perfect match to my desires as a Daddy. You’ll have many days of being my baby ahead. I do want you to share your feelings if your needs change. Will you promise me that?”
Nodding, Mack studied his concerned face. He really did care. “I’m glad I found you, Daddy.”
“I’m glad I found you, too, Mackie. Let’s go get you feeling better.”
A few minutes later, Grey supported him as they walked into the dark house. He steered him directly to the bathroom. Stripping off their clothes, Grey washed Mack in the shower to be ready for bed. His Daddy wrapped him in a towel and steered him to the large king-size bed.
“Climb onto the bed on your knees and lower your head,” Grey instructed, moving him into position so his bottom thrust up in the air.
The towel bottom drifted up and Mack could feel the breeze on his butt. He shivered in reaction, and Grey rubbed a hand over his skin. He heard the rustle of packages.
He melted into the soft comforter as a cold blob of lubricant coated his tight entrance. Grey prepared him well before pressing two large suppositories into his bottom. When he held the third at Mack’s entrance, Mack couldn’t help from shifting forward. He’d struggled to take that one at the doctor’s office.
“It’s too big, Daddy,” he complained hoarsely.
“Your bottom will stretch if you relax, Little boy. It’s going in. There are no negotiations. You either cooperate or I spank your bottom before I give you this last pill.”
Mack didn’t want a spanking. Maybe… “You can’t spank me. I’m sick,” Mack pointed out.
“I can spank you and I will. If you have enough energy to argue with me, you’re not too sick to be disciplined.”
Grey’s voice was resolved. Mack knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “Could you at least ask Dr. Richards to make those smaller?”
“I can do that,” Grey promised. “Back into position.”
Slowly, Mack shifted his weight to raise his bottom up to accept the prescription. He moved forward slightly again as Grey pressed the tip against his opening and froze when Grey’s hand wrapped around his testicles. If Mack moved forward again, he knew Grey wouldn’t release him.
“Daddy. No fair.”
“You will take your medicine.” Grey pressed the large suppository into place, stymying any other plans to evade his treatment.
The burn made Mack bite his lip. He’d glimpsed the monster in the large jar. It was very wide in the middle. That had to be this part. “Owie!”
“Try to relax, Mackie. Think of something else. I’m going to make you a bottle here in a few minutes. Then I’ll rock you in my arms as you drink it. Where does Mackie want to sleep tonight?”
“In bed with Daddy.”
“I’d love that,” Grey assured him as he slid his finger free.
“It’s in?” Mack asked, amazed.
“All done. Let’s get your diaper on and you can curl up in bed with Poutine and Hops while I make your bottle.”
“I’m not ready to go to bed, Daddy. It’s early.”
“Not for sick Little boys. I have a feeling you’ll go right to sleep,” Grey told him before stepping away to wash his hands.
A wide yawn stretched Mack’s jaw as Grey walked back into the room. Mack slapped a hand over it. Grey’s knowing look told Mack trying to pretend he wasn’t tired was futile.
“Let’s get you snuggled into bed,” Grey told him, turning back the covers.
In a short time, Mack rested on the thick pillows with Poutine and Hops in his arms. Grey spread the covers over them, gently tucking the trio in. He leaned over to press a kiss to Mack’s forehead before disappearing out the door.
Mack opened his mouth to tell his stuffies about his day, but a yawn took over. He tried his best to rally the energy to share all his news, but the comfy bed and pillows worked against him. Closing his eyes, Mack relaxed.
“Try this before you go to sleep, Little boy.” Grey’s voice slid through the fog in Mack’s mind.
“Later, Daddy. I’m sleep…”
Mack tried to glare at his Daddy for sliding the bottle’s nipple into his mouth while he was talking, but the warm mixture inside tasted so yummy. He drew more into his mouth and swallowed. Did it make his throat feel better? He nodded to himself.
“Good, huh? Dr. Richards shared his patients’ favorite recipes with me. He highly recommended this one. It’s his Little girl’s favorite.”
Grey talked to him quietly about unimportant things and wiggled the bottle at his lips a few times to keep him awake. When he’d finished the bottle, Grey praised him, “What a good Little boy! I am a very lucky Daddy to have you in my life.”
“Daddy,” Mack said and yawned widely, interrupting whatever he had meant to say.