by Laurie Lochs
My eyes lit up. "A gift? For me?"
"Yes, baby boy. This gift will make you feel so special and loved. Look," Max said, directing my attention to the Dell monitor in front of me. My jaw dropped when I saw the screen.
"Daddy…"
On the screen, there was a beautiful website. It was blue and white with big bold font. At the top, it said Liam's Real Estate Agency. There was a picture of me smiling in a tuxedo holding a big sign that said, LET ME SELL YOUR HOME!
I turned to Max with a stunned expression on my face. “W-Where did you get this, daddy?"
"I had Mr. Brent and Oscar help me design it. I got the picture from your Facebook profile. The suit you're wearing is Photoshopped. But the message is real."
My eyes burned. "Are you serious, daddy? You did this for me?"
"Yes, baby boy. I care about you more than anything. I want to see you sore."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe Max had done this for me. I stared at him with trust in my eyes. He beamed and pulled me in for a hug.
"But…" I said when we parted. I bit my lip. "What will you do for work?"
Max smiled. "Sweet boy. Every morning, I work with clients online. I've put in a short leave of absence at my place of business. I can help clients heal online. I'll need to get back into the physical space soon, but for now it'll work as long as I'm by your side."
My heart melted. "You made that sacrifice for me?"
"Yes, sweet boy. I was willing to take a pay cut to stay with you in Neverland."
Tears filled my eyes. "Thank you, daddy. You didn't need to do this."
Max grinned. He kissed my forehead. "I love you, sweet boy. It's what daddies do."
I was astonished. "I love you too, daddy. T-Thank you so much."
Max rubbed his thumb over my palm. Suddenly, my cock twitched between my thighs. I glanced down. I was hard.
"Daddy…" I murmured. "You have to stop. You're making me excited in the career center."
Max grinned. "Do you need a release, sweet boy?"
I bit my lip. “Not if you’d stop rubbing my hand."
Max laughed and pulled me up. At once, I lost myself in his tone arms.
"Come, boy." His voice was firm and commanding. "This was a great start. But I have one more gift to give."
My jaw dropped. "What is it, daddy?”
But Max said nothing. He only grabbed my hand and jolted me out of the career center.
Was it time for my diaper?
16
Max
I held Liam's hand tight and led him outside. His expression was puzzled. Did he think it was diaper time? But it wasn’t, not yet. I was so excited for him to see his gift.
“We're close, baby boy. Just a few more steps."
Liam’s confusion changed into excitement as we drew closer. He started to grin from ear to ear when he saw we were approaching the meadow outside.
"Are we going to ride Blossom, daddy?"
I laughed. "No, sweet boy. It's so much better."
At last, we were outside. I paused a moment to smell the fresh air. My gift would be so much better once we relaxed.
We walked towards the meadow. On the ground, I’d spread a blanket and set a few weights on them.
Liam's expression was puzzled. "What is it, daddy?"
I took a deep breath and gently took his hand. I stared into his eyes. "Sweet boy," I began. "When you first came to Neverland, you let me in on a secret. Your wrist hurt. You'd injured it. This injury gave you lots of stress and anxiety. Is that true, sweet boy?"
Liam's eyes burned with tears. "Yes, daddy. It made me feel so old. It made me feel like I couldn't fend for myself."
I nodded. "Since then, you've definitely gotten over a major part of your fear. I see you playing with the other boys without worrying about your wrist. It warms my heart."
"Exactly, daddy." Liam's eyes fluttered. "I don't even think about it anymore. But…" He bit his lip. "Sometimes, in the middle of the night, it stings. It sends jolts of pain through my body. I try to reposition it but it still hurts. By morning, I mostly forget it. But the pain doesn’t go away."
"Do you think it might be a permanent injury?"
"I don't know." Liam bit his lip. "I hope not. I want to get back to feeling young."
I nodded. My plan was going perfectly. It was time to give my boy his special gift.
"Baby," I whispered, setting him on the blanket. "Today, I am giving you something special. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"
"Yes, daddy. But tell me what it is."
I took a deep breath. "I want to personally guide you towards health. I’m a chiropractor. I know how to fix your wrist."
Liam's jaw dropped. "You… You can't be serious."
"I'm completely serious." I stared into his eyes. "I know how to give you exercises that will make you big and strong. I'd love to do this for you, sweet boy. But you have to take a leap of faith and trust me."
Liam wiped tears from his eyes. "You'd really do that for me?"
"Yes, baby boy. It’d mean the world to me. Three times a week, we’ll come outside and practice with weights. You should start to see an improvement after 3 to 4 weeks. It could be longer. But you have to remember to stay the course."
Liam nodded frantically. "Yes, daddy. I’d love to. This means so much to me."
"Give me your wrist, baby boy.”
Liam glanced at his wrist. He rolled it around in the socket. Then, he slid his hand on my lap and let his palm fall open.
I took his wrist in my hands. I began to gently massage it, rubbing my thumb along the tendons. Liam winced at first but after a few minutes, he gently began to nod. I massaged the stress in his wrist, making sure to avoid the spots that would give him pain. It’d be a long process. We had a lot of work to do. But if he trusted me, it’d be okay.
At last, Liam's eyes fluttered open. "Daddy," he whispered. "This means so much to me."
"I'm happy to help, baby boy. You mean the world to me."
Liam had an expression of pure adoration on his face. I picked up a daffodil and slid it through his ear. He giggled as the flower brushed his cheek.
"It tickles, daddy."
I grinned. "My little tickle boy."
Liam rested his chin on my shoulder. I removed my hand from his wrist and brought it to his cheek.
"Would you give me permission to kiss you, sweet boy?"
Liam nodded. I inched forward and softly planted my lips on his. Liam didn't resist or hesitate. He didn't worry he was too old. He swooned into my kiss, melting against my body. I brought my hand to his rib cage and gripped it, holding it firm. Then, I explored his mouth with my tongue, making sure to give him the security he needed.
When we parted, I planted two quick kisses on his eyelids.
"You're my little man. Daddy loves you with his whole heart."
Liam blushed. "Thank you, daddy. It means the world."
I kissed his delicate wrist. Liam let out a soft moan. Then, he suddenly turned to me with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"I want to thank you, daddy. I want to give you a gift.”
My heart stopped. What could he possibly give me?
17
Liam
Excitement raced through me as I grabbed Max's hand and led him into the woods. I shot a quick glance at him and hurried on. We ducked under ash trees and pines that threatened to scrape our cheeks. I led him around a small swamp puddle and across thickets. At last, we arrived at a small clearing I'd scoped out earlier in the day. My heart leapt at the thought I’d finally be able to give Max what he deserved.
I took a deep breath and faced him. To my surprise, my arm was shaking. I stared into his eyes, forcing myself to be confident and strong.
You can do it, Liam. This is something he wants just as much as you.
I stared into his eyes. “I don't know if you remember this. But a few weeks ago you told me there was a reason you broke up with your ex. It made me sad."
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Max arched his eyebrows. "What do you mean, sweet boy?"
I sighed. "You said that you wanted to give him a golden shower. He got upset."
Max slowly nodded. "I remember." But he still stared at me in confusion.
It was my moment of truth. "I want to give you a gift, daddy. I know you like kinky sex. Today, I want you to give me a golden shower."
Max's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious."
I bit my lip. "I'm completely serious. Please, daddy… Give me a golden shower."
Max shook his head in disbelief. He studied my face for any hint of deceit. He brought his hand to my cheek and kissed my forehead. "You don't have to do this, baby. It's not something I need."
"I want it, daddy. Please."
Max burst into a grin. "Say it one more time. I need to hear you consent loud and clear before I whip out my cock."
"I. Want. You. To. Give. Me. A. Golden. Shower.”
There. I'd said it. He could do with it what he pleased.
Max's grin spread across his face. "Yeah?" he whispered, cupping my cheek. "You want to be a dirty boy in the woods for daddy?"
Fire shot through me. "Yes," I whispered. "I want you to pee on me, daddy.”
Max let out a soft moan. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. "Feel that?" he whispered.
I nodded. "Yes, daddy. You're big and strong."
“You're making it hard for daddy to pee."
I giggled. "I'll turn around. But you have to promise you're not hard when I face you again."
"Great idea, baby boy. Spin around. Daddy needs to lose his erection."
I spun to face the forest. I studied the trees and pretended Max wasn't frantically trying to lose his boner behind me. At last, Max grabbed my shoulder and turned me back to face him. My heart raced when I saw his soft beautiful cock.
"It's gorgeous." I reached out to touch it. But Max batted away my hand.
“No, boy. I'm going to get hard again if you do that.”
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm ready, daddy. Please… I need it on my face."
"Okay, sweet boy. Get on your knees."
I gulped and did as told. I scrunched my eyes shut. Max rubbed his soft cock over my lips. Suddenly, he moaned. He gripped my hair. "It's coming, sweet boy."
I nodded frantically, letting him know I was ready for anything. Then, without warning, a hot stream of warmth suddenly washed over me. It splattered against my eyelids, nose, and mouth, trickling down my cheeks and flowing onto my shoulders. I moaned and opened my lips, but the stream seeped between my lips and I quickly shut them, spitting the ambrosia out. Max let out a whimper and continued to coat my face, getting it in my hair, ears, and nose. At last, he directed the stream to my body and coated me with his golden elixir.
"Your daddy's boy," he grunted, squeezing the last on my lips.
I moaned and untucked my own cock. I jerked myself frantically as he caressed my dirty cheeks.
"Can I come on your face, beautiful boy?"
"Yes, daddy. Paint me with your come."
Max’s cock quickly grew a second life. He jerked it frantically, rubbing it over my lips, nose, and cheeks. At last, he cried out and deposited his hot load on my cheeks. His cock spasmed and shook, coating me in hot warmth. I wanted to dive into the dirt and be buried alive.
Without warning, a bolt of electricity shot through me. I jerked myself frantically, moaning the entire time. Max placed his palm on my face, rubbing the come into my skin.
It was too much. I let out a little cry and burst across the forest floor.
"Good boy,” Max whispered as he caressed my cheek. “Come for daddy."
"Yes," I gasped. I tugged myself frantically, spilling my seed on the pine needles below. "Daddy makes me come so much."
"You're such a sweet boy."
"I'm daddy's good boy," I moaned. "He says I'm the best boy in the world."
Suddenly, Max grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. He slammed his lips against mine. I cried out and wrapped my arms around him. He didn't care what I had on my face or what we'd done. I was his.
And he was my daddy.
18
Max
That night
Firelight danced over Liam's beautiful face as I pulled him closer. After our session, we'd cleaned and gone straight to the playroom. For the first time, I’d changed Liam into a beautiful diaper. It had rattles and teddy bears on it. He couldn't stop grinning the entire time. Now, by the fire, with the rest of the daddies and boys, he was truly at peace.
"Thank you so much, daddy. I feel so snug and warm."
His words melted my heart. "I'm glad you feel that way, baby. Your surprise was the best gift you could have given me."
Liam brought his hand to mine. After threading his fingers through mine, he planted a kiss on my chin. I smiled and held him tighter.
Giving Liam a golden shower was not something I anticipated doing. But oh my God, was it a beautiful surprise. His sexy face as I unloaded on him was something I’d never forget. I prayed to God it would pop back in my dreams. That is, if we didn't repeat it soon.
With Kyle, I hadn't been sure I'd actually liked the golden shower. I’d just felt kinky. With Liam, it was obvious this was something I enjoyed. If Liam did too, there was nothing wrong with that. As long as we had clear expectations and voiced our concerns, nothing was off the table.
And apparently, that included using his diaper. Because Liam suddenly began to whimper and press his thighs together.
"Daddy," Liam whispered as I removed the hot dogs from the embers. "I have to go, daddy."
"You have to use your diaper?"
"Yes, daddy. But I want to wait for permission."
"Two minutes, baby boy. Let's eat these fresh hot dogs. Then, you can let loose."
"Thank you, daddy."
I kissed Liam’s hand. It was so cute and considerate that he wanted to wait for me to give him permission. He'd picked it up from Jacob. I removed the hot dogs and placed them in toasted buns. After Brent supplied them with ketchup, mustard, and relish, I handed one to Liam and we ate. When we finished, I set him on my lap and brought his lips to mine.
"You ready, little one?"
Liam grinned. "Yes, daddy. I've been waiting all night."
I cupped his ass and squeezed. "Go, little one. Be free."
Liam uttered a sigh of relief. He scrunched his eyes shut and tried to go. But it was no use. He couldn't get it out. Thinking quickly, I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought his lips to mine.
"Go, baby boy," I muttered, squeezing his head. "Let loose for daddy."
Liam squeezed again. This time, a soft moan escaped his lips.
"Did you go, boy?”
He shook his head. "No, daddy. It was just a little stream."
I nodded. "Give daddy another try."
Liam moaned and brought his lips to mine. I kissed him. Suddenly, he gasped and, before I knew it, clenched his legs together. I gripped his thighs and stared into his eyes.
"Let it out. You're such a good boy."
"I'm a good boy, daddy," Liam whispered. "I'm the best boy in the world."
"Yes, sweet one. I love you so much."
"I love you too, daddy."
Liam quivered as he finished using the diaper. I gripped his ass and squeezed. He uttered a soft moan of pleasure. Then, I brought my lips to him and kissed him one last time.
"Check me," he whispered.
I furrowed my brow. What did that mean?
Liam bit his lip. "Check me, daddy. Check if it's full. Jacob’s daddy does it to him all the time."
“Okay, sweet boy." I brought my palm to the front of his diaper and squeezed. Liam moaned. It was full.
His cock was rock hard.
"You did such a good job. You made a special gift for daddy."
Liam blushed. "Do you like it, daddy?"
"Yes, baby boy. It warms my heart."
Liam moaned and draped his arms around m
y neck. He kissed me frantically, seeking friction against my thighs. He rubbed himself on me. I gripped his diaper and squeezed again, sending chills through his entire body.
When we parted, he stared into my eyes. It was almost like stars danced in his eyes.
"Let's…" I whispered. "Let's go to the playroom, little one. Daddy will change your diaper."
Liam nodded softly. "Thank you, daddy. Baby needs to be changed."
I waved goodbye to the rest of the daddies and boys and led Liam away from the fire. When we reached the playroom, I quietly locked the door. It was against the rules but I didn't care. This was a special moment between me and my boy.
"Go to the table, boy. It's time to be changed."
19
Liam
I brought my palms to my cheeks as Max spread me across the changing table. I stared into his trusting eyes. This was the man I loved. He was taking me all the way tonight.
I was his baby.
"Spread your legs, boy."
“Y-Yes, daddy." I spread my legs. Max placed his palm on the diaper and squeezed. A wave of warmth washed over me. I trembled on the table and let out a soft whimper.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Yes, daddy. It feels nice on my body."
Max bent over and kissed me. Then, he selected the Johnson's baby powder and wipes from the counter on the other side of the playroom. He brought them to me and began taking off my diaper.
"Wait," I suddenly gasped, rushing towards his face. I placed my palm on his shoulder.
“What is it, little one?”
"Jacob's daddy sings to him while he changes him."
"Does he, now?"
I nodded adamantly. “Yes. Jacob likes Baby Beluga in the Deep Blue Sea."
Max grinned. "I'm going to sing you Three Little Monkeys."
I giggled. “I’d like that, daddy."
Max opened his mouth to sing. "Three little monkeys, jumping on the bed," he began. He fastened the straps on my diaper and peeled back the flap.
