by Laurie Lochs
"Did you get bucked off once?” I asked.
George laughed. "No. But my daddy did. He's the one who taught me to be careful."
Luke grinned. "I didn't get bucked off Blossom, sweet boy. That was a different horse. Blossom wouldn’t buck anyone."
Liam was grinning from cheek to cheek. "Do you think we could pet her mane?"
"Yes, little angel. I don't see why not."
We went to Blossom. At once, George rushed towards her and wrapped his arms around her neck. He peppered the beautiful horse with kisses.
"See here?" George said, brushing back her mane. He showed us a beautiful birthmark behind her ear.
“What’s that?"
“It’s Blossom’s special mark,” George explained. “She got it from her mommy Lucy, who was my horse when I was a boy. My daddy told me Blossom is her beautiful daughter."
Liam's jaw dropped. "Oh my God. You knew her mom?"
George smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. "Yes. She was my special horse. I raised her from a cold. But I had to sell her when we moved to Bozeman."
"Luckily," Luke chipped in. "She was in good hands."
I laughed. Clearly, there was an entire history here I knew nothing about. Luke explained to me he'd bought George's former horse and raised it from a colt. Blossom was the only daughter of that horse. It was all in the family.
"Can I…" Liam began. Suddenly, he looked shy. "Can I ride?"
George giggled. "Yes. But let me teach you first."
George slipped onto Blossom’s back. He gently tapped her side and Blossom began to trot. She whinnied as they made their way around the meadow. George laughed the entire time, scratching her ear as she rode. When they returned, he fed her a delicious red apple from a nearby tree. Luke slipped a sugar cube out of his pocket. Blossom ate it.
"You're such a good rider, George. I've never seen someone ride a horse before.” Liam’s voice was soft and sweet.
George grinned. "Really? Even in Montana?"
Liam nodded. "I worked at a corporation. I was never a country boy."
“That makes sense. Well, this will be your first day to try."
Liam took a deep breath. George led him to the horse and helped him up. Liam was shaking the entire time. I steadied his leg in the stirrup.
"Daddy," Liam whispered. "Do you think you could feed the horse an apple? I want to make sure she doesn't buck me off."
I grinned. "Yes, sweet boy." Luke handed me an apple from a nearby tree. “We’ll make sure you're safe."
Liam beamed. I walked to Blossom and fed her the apple. She gave me a curious look and chomped down on the juicy fruit. I leaned over to kiss her nose but before I could she suddenly took off in a trot. Liam yelped. But he immediately broke into laughter. Blossom carried him around the meadow. At last, she brought him back to where we were standing.
"You did such a good job, sweet girl," Luke whispered, petting her mane.
George grinned. “You’re a good rider, Liam. Maybe someday we can go galloping together."
Liam blushed. "I'm not sure about that. I think trotting is enough for now."
George smiled. Suddenly, his face lit up. "Oh my God. There's something I need to show you."
Liam arched his eyebrows as George led him off the horse. A second later, they rushed into the playroom. Luke and I glanced at each other and followed. When we arrived, my heart melted over the playroom floor.
"See?" George whispered. "These are my special toys from daddy Luke. He got me them after he told me about Lucy and Blossom."
Liam's heart melted. "They're so pretty."
George blushed. "They're my special horses. Meet Caramel, Noir, and Pale Fire."
Liam smiled as George handed him the toy horses. This was clearly what George wanted to show him. Liam took the horses and softly began to trot around the playroom. George giggled. They rode the toy horses together.
Suddenly, George stopped and stared into Liam's eyes. "Look, Liam." He lifted the horse from the floor. "Look what I can do."
Liam's jaw dropped as George lifted the horse into the air. "It's… It's flying."
George grinned. "My daddy says I have special powers. I turned the horsey into a unicorn."
Liam giggled. "You're a magician. I want powers, too."
George smiled. "It's easy. Look," he said, bringing Caramel to Liam. "Just lift it into the air, and it’ll grow wings and fly."
Liam glanced at me. I nodded encouragingly. Without another word, he slowly lifted the horse up. Soon, it was flying just like George's. In no time, all three horses were flying around the playroom. George looked like he wanted to shrink and hop on one of the horses’s backs. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I pictured both boys riding the horses, floating around the playroom like a dream. Maybe they'd even go outside the playroom and fly around the beautiful ranch.
It was magical.
But all I could think of was lying my sweet boy on the changing table and sliding him into his diaper.
13
Liam
One week later
"Jacob," I said with a grin. "Can you please pass the paintbrush?"
Jacob rolled his eyes. “Just let me finish my tree, okay?”
I nodded. "I'll wait."
This was turning out to be the funnest morning at Neverland Hills yet. After breakfast, daddy Paul and Joe had brought us to the playroom for an entire day of finger painting. Halfway through, Dennis and Nathan had discovered paintbrushes hidden in a Tupperware container at the bottom of the shelf. They pulled them out. At first, I was disappointed, because I liked using my fingers. But after using the brushes for a while I realized I could paint a much more beautiful picture. I'd decided to create a scene of me and Max riding the horse for daddy. I wanted him to be proud.
"Here you go, Liam." Jacob passed me the brush.
I smiled. "Thank you. The brush has beautiful bristles."
Jacob grinned. "That's because they come from a horse."
George shot him a nasty look from across the room. "You shouldn't take bristles from a horsey."
Jacob laughed. "It doesn't hurt the horse, George. Plus, their mane grows back."
George furrowed his brow. "I don't think so."
Jacob turned to daddy Paul, who was sitting by the crib. "Daddy?" he whispered. "Does horsey hair grow back?"
Daddy Paul bit his lip. "I have no idea, sweet boy. We’ll have to look it up in the career center when we go upstairs."
It was my turn to furrow my brow. "What's the career center?"
"It's the place where sweet boys can get help with their careers. It's perfect for boys who just got out of school or who don't know what to do with their lives. We have an entire row of Windows 10 computers. We'd be more than happy to help."
My jaw dropped. "Can anyone use it?"
Paul nodded. "Yes. All we ask is that you stick to work tasks in the room. We don't want our sweet boys playing games. The computers are for finding jobs."
My heart melted. Could I use the career center too? I made a mental note to ask Max. Maybe he could help me find employment.
In the meantime, I’d paint. With a grin on my face, I took the bristle brush and dipped it in the red paint. I painted the Neverland Hills house. Then, I cleaned the brush and selected the brown paint. By the white picket fence bordering the property, I drew Blossom munching on flowers, her favorite snack. Then, I put Max and me standing next to Blossom, surrounded by a big heart. I giggled as I finished the work of art. I placed my finger in the blue paint and signed it with a finger print at the bottom.
"Now daddy will know just how much I like him," I whispered. I cleaned the brush off and placed it back in the communal tray. Then, I blew on my painting to dry the paint.
When I looked up next, I was in for the shock of my life.
Jacob was no longer sitting on the playroom floor. His painting lay abandoned. Instead, he was on the changing table, and daddy Paul was standing over him, frantically pulling off his pants
. At once, a jolt of confusion shot through me.
You're not supposed to have sex in the playroom. What's going on?
But my confusion was cleared a second later when daddy Paul worked Jacob's pants down. My heart raced.
Oh my God. Jacob was wearing… A diaper?
Jacob’s eyes were glazed over. He had a huge grin on his face and couldn’t stop giggling. He was staring at his daddy with the most loving expression in his eyes. “Daddy," he murmured, lifting his hands. Daddy Paul kissed his forehead. “Daddy, I love you."
Daddy Paul grinned. "I love you too, sweet boy. Now let's get you changed so you can go back to your play."
Jacob blushed and squeezed his legs together. But daddy Paul spread them apart. He removed Jacob's diaper and placed it in the wastebasket. A wave of disgust washed over me when I saw that Jacob's diaper was soiled, but I forced this to the wings. Daddy Paul grabbed the Johnson's baby powder, baby wipes, and a fresh diaper from the changing shelf. Then, he cleaned Jacob off. He powdered his sweet boy and fastened the new diaper. Then, he lifted Jacob off the table and brought him in for a kiss. Jacob's cheeks were bright red. Jacob wrapped his arms around Paul and softly kissed his chest.
"Thank you, daddy. Can I go back to playing now?"
"Yes, sweet boy. You did such a good job."
I shook my head. Fire prickled my skin. I’d never seen a diaper change before. Suddenly, my cock stirred. I glanced down in horror. The diaper change was turning me on.
Maybe you could get one too.
All I had to do was ask daddy Max.
14
Max
"Brent," I said, opening the kitchen door. "Thanks for the help."
Brent shot me a grin. "Any time. Let's get these dishes done and join our boys in the playroom."
I smiled and began to scrub the dishes. When we finished, we went to the playroom. Our beautiful boys were lost in play. I walked to Liam and kissed his temple.
"Are you having a good time, baby boy?"
Liam grinned. "Yes, daddy. I've been having so much fun playing with toys."
"What kind of toys were you playing with today?"
"Finger paint, daddy. Look," he said, scooting out of my grip. My heart was filled with loss but he returned a moment later with a rectangle tucked under his arm. "I made you a gift, daddy."
My heart raced. "Sweet boy," I gasped. "You didn't have to do that."
Liam giggled. "I wanted to, daddy. You're the specialist daddy in the entire world. I like you so much."
My heart melted. I took the rectangular painting and studied it. A wave of emotion coursed through me. It was the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen. I recognized myself and Liam standing by Blossom in the meadow. Around us, trees swayed in the wind. The birds in the painting almost seemed to chirp overhead. The entire thing was tinged with magic.
"It's beautiful, baby boy. I'll treasure it forever."
Liam grinned. "Where will you put it?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "On the wall, baby boy. It'll be the first thing anyone sees when they walk into the room."
Liam softly wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed his forehead and parted his hair. Suddenly, he turned to me with a serious look.
"Daddy," he whispered. "I have something I need to ask you."
I arched my eyebrows. "What is it, baby boy?"
"Well…" He bit his lip. "I saw something in the playroom today that made me excited. I was doing my painting when suddenly I glanced up and saw Jacob getting changed. It made me want to try."
My heart skipped a beat. "Try what, baby boy?"
Liam exhaled slowly. "A diaper, daddy. It looked so comfy and warm."
A soft moan escaped my lips. I glanced at Liam. Was he telling the truth? Was this something he really wanted?
"Are you sure, baby boy?"
"Yes, daddy. I’ve worn one once in college but I never used it. I’ve wanted to for a long time. This made me want to do it now."
My cock twitched in my shorts. "Come on, baby boy. I won't diaper you today. But I will sooner than you think."
Liam's eyes shot open. "You mean it, daddy?"
"Yes, boy. But for now, daddy needs you to go upstairs."
Liam's eyes sparkled with life. "Is daddy feeling naughty today?"
I barked out a laugh. "Yes. Let's go fast. Lunch is almost ready.”
With a moan, Liam raced out of the playroom. We sprinted upstairs. He was exceptionally virile. I threw open the door and tossed him on the bed.
“Who’s boy are you, baby?"
"I'm daddy’s boy,” Liam murmured as I explored his body.
"Say it again."
"I'm daddy's little angel."
Frantically, I heaved myself on top of his body and peppered him with kisses. Liam moaned and frantically stroked me. He kissed me hard, slamming his tongue in my mouth. I did the same, grabbing his shoulders and pressing them into the bed.
"You like that, boy? Is this something you're comfortable with?"
"Yes," Liam gasped. "I need you inside me, daddy. I like it rough and naughty. Please.”
After grabbing a condom from the side drawer and a bottle of lube, I tore off Liam's onesie. My cock sprung out from between my legs. I slid the condom on and lubed up Liam’s hole. I spread his hole and stuck my fingers inside.
"Does that hurt, sweet one?"
"No, daddy. It feels like an angel."
I removed my finger. I brought my cock to his hole and slid it in. Liam gasped. I bucked into his body, pressing him into the bed. I kissed him frantically as I fucked him like I needed to purge something within me to become a better lover. Unlike before, this was a rough, violent fuck. He needed to take my cock to be a good boy.
"I'm close, daddy," Liam whimpered. He clutched the sheets and stared into my eyes.
"Hold on," I grunted. Suddenly, I spotted a teddy bear on the far side of the bed. I grabbed it and thrust it into Liam's arms. "It's for you, boy. Hold it tight."
Liam nodded frantically, never breaking eye contact. With a final thrust, I bucked into his tight hole one last time. Suddenly, a wave of orgasm washed over me. I cried out and emptied myself in his hole. Liam whimpered and clutched the teddy as I exploded. Without warning, his body suddenly trembled. He moaned and spurted on his beautiful tummy.
“Oh daddy!” Liam gasped. He thrust his teddy to the side of the bed. “I hope you didn’t get him wet.”
I grinned. "No, baby boy. Your teddy’s safe today."
I brought us to the shower and cleaned us off. We returned to the bedroom and I pulled him into my arms.
"Are you okay if daddy gives you a snuggle session?"
"Yes, daddy. I’d like it more than anything in the world."
I pulled him close. He was the sexiest boy in Neverland. Mature, sweet, naughty.
I liked snuggling, but my mind was on the diaper he wanted to try.
15
Liam
Two weeks later
I took a deep breath and surveyed the spaceship we were building. Jacob and Nathan had been working on it the entire morning. After breakfast, we rushed to the playroom and began the engineering process. Three hours later, the giant ship rose towards the ceiling. It was like something out of Star Wars. I hoped Darth Vader wasn't around the corner to shoot it with laser beams.
"Liam," Nathan said with a grin. "Let's get the skywalkers onto the motherboard and take off."
"That sounds like a great idea." I handed him the three skywalkers. Skywalkers were our name for the ship captains. We stole it from the Star Wars movie.
Nathan placed the captains inside the ship. He fastened their hands to the steering wheel. In no time, the ship was ready for lift off.
"One," Jacob began.
"Two," Nathan said with a grin.
“Three!"
Before our eyes, the ship lifted up from the ground and zoomed all over the playroom. I giggled as it flew over the crib, the changing table, and the shelves. It crashed int
o a bottle of Johnson's baby powder and sent it flying across the playroom floor. White powder floated around us like space dust. But we didn't notice. We were so caught up in the play.
At last, we set the ship down. "You did such a good job, guys. We did it."
Nathan beamed. "I like playing spaceships. This is my new favorite game."
I burst into laughter. “It's fun watching the spaceship fly. Almost as much fun as the horseys."
Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and stepped into the playroom. It was George. “You’re not playing with my horseys, are you?”
"No, George," Nathan said with a smile. "We were playing skywalkers. You're welcome to join."
“No, thank you. I'm going to ride Blossom with daddy Luke. But I appreciate the offer."
We continued playing with the spaceship. An hour later, Max wandered into the playroom. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Sweet boy," he whispered. "Daddy has a surprise for you."
My jaw dropped. "What is it, daddy?"
Max grabbed my hand. I waved goodbye to my best friends. He led me out of the playroom. Suddenly, he opened a door on the first floor. I saw ten rows of computers. I knew at once we were in the career center.
Max explained what we were going to do. "When we first came to Neverland, you were looking for a job. You were supposed to survey the ranch and give the estimate to Mr. Brent. Is that correct?"
I nodded. "That's right, daddy."
"You completed that job. But there is still a big gap in your life. You don't have a career. You were supposed to become a real estate agent. But staying at Neverland prevented your business from taking off."
"Yes," I muttered. “It did."
"I can't but help feel partially responsible. After all, if I hadn't encouraged us to stay in Neverland, you’d be starting your business by now. Today, I want to give you the best gift to make it up."
