Brad

by Pepper North

  “I missed you too much to wait, Bradley. Come and sleep in Daddy’s bed. I won’t interrupt your sleep, but I’ll feel better to know that you’re tucked in my bed,” Thorston suggested as he carried Brad down the drive and into the house. “Are you hungry, Little one?” He laughed as he heard Brad’s stomach growl as he smelled something wonderful coming from the kitchen. “Your tummy talks more than Zorro does. Let’s get you fed.”

  Mrs. Sanford was waiting with cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs, and bacon. She smiled and greeted Brad warmly. She piled everything on the table and poured Brad a sippy cup of milk before getting Thorston some coffee.

  “Helen likes you better than me, Bradley. I beg for these cinnamon rolls and rarely get them. She hears that you’re coming to visit and there are flour and rolling pins flying all over this kitchen,” Thorston winked at Brad as he teased the housekeeper.

  “Mr. Burmingham, now that’s just not true. I make you cinnamon rolls from time to time,” Helen protested.

  Brad looked up from trying to demolish his first cinnamon roll. It looked like he had rubbed the glaze all over his face and then added some butter. “These are the best cinnamon rolls ever made, Mrs. Sanford. I’m going to start begging for them, too.”

  Thorston and Helen took one look at his face and started laughing. “What joy this Little brings to the house,” Thorston thought. “If it takes Helen’s cinnamon rolls to tempt you to come to visit, I bet she’d make them every day,” Thorston said aloud.

  “Every day,” Helen swore lifting her right hand to make a pledge. They all laughed.

  Soon, Thorston began to see Brad wilting in exhaustion. He wiped Brad’s hands free of icing and scooped him from the highchair to carry him to the nursery. Thorston set him down and quickly undressed Brad from his scrubs before laying him on the changing table. He turned Brad over and lubricated his rectum before pressing in the thermometer despite Brad’s sleepy protests. He restrained him in place with the chest strap. Once he had secured Brad, Thorston moved to the tub to start the water filling it before returning to check his Little’s temperature. He rubbed Brad’s back soothingly as he waited for ten minutes to lapse as he kept an eye on the water level. Brad was almost asleep when the water in the tub had reached the correct level. Thorston quickly turned off the water flow and finally, the required ten minutes had elapsed. He slid the thermometer out of Brad’s bottom and checked his temperature.

  With his temperature registering slightly low, Thorston knew that a warm bath was the perfect solution. He scooped up his Little and walked over to the tub. Lowering Brad into the warm water, Thorston grinned at Brad’s sleepy protests. “Why don’t Little boys like to take baths?” he chuckled. As Brad sleepily tried to convince him that he’d take a bath after he woke up, Thorston quickly washed his face, chest, and back letting him lay back against the tub. Brad fell quiet as he moved to wash Brad’s feet and legs, next. Glancing up when he saw Brad’s hand move, Thorston stopped washing his Little to watch with fascination.

  Brad was almost asleep. He’d had such a busy night. It was so warm in the water and Thorston brushing his body with the fuzzy washcloth was so delicious. Without thinking, Brad’s right hand moved to his rising penis. He began to pull on it, stroking from root to tip. His penis thickened to fill his hand and poke through the surface of the bath water. “Aaaahhhhh!” groaned Brad as he masturbated speeding his strokes up as his arousal level grew. He automatically spread his legs as his pelvis arched forward.

  Brad’s eyes flew open as he felt the washcloth inserted between his buttocks. He looked up to see Thorston leaning over him with pure lust radiating from his grey eyes. Brad immediately stopped his strokes and gasped. He groaned as Thorston soaped his hand and replaced it on his erection. Their two hands began to move together to wash his penis intimately. Brad’s eyes were locked with Thorston. He felt his Daddy slide a soapy hand between his buttocks and begin to press into his clenched anus. Dipping in a little deeper each time before sliding out, Thorston’s fingers moved in rhythm with the long strokes to Brad’s penis. Within minutes, it was too much, and Brad exploded with a shout of “Daddy!”

  Thorston removed his fingers from Brad’s rectum when he felt the Little’s orgasmic clenching of his anus slow down. He made sure to press against Brad’s prostate one final time. Thorston smiled as Brad groaned deeply as this last caress and a final burst of white fluid spurted from Brad’s penis. Thorston lifted Brad from the bath and set him on his feet. He toweled his Little boy dry as Brad swayed in exhaustion. Thorston carried him over to his crib and placed him on his back. Walking swiftly to the stack of diapers on the changing table, Thorston picked one up and returned to his Little to wrap him in the padded diaper. He pulled a warm comforter over Brad and pulled up the protective railing so he would not fall out of bed.

  Thorston turned down the lights leaving a couple of nightlights to illuminate the large nursery slightly. Thorston looked back at the crib and smiled as Brad shifted on to his side cupping one hand under his ear and holding the comforter up to his chin with the other. He picked up Brad’s scrubs and felt something in one of the pockets. Emptying out the pen and scraps of paper, Thorston found a larger item wrapped in tissue. Thorston smiled as he unwrapped the dilator. His Little had been wearing this according to directions. He carried the scrubs and all the items in its pockets out of the room and closed the door. He didn’t want his noises to interrupt Brad’s sleep.

  The scrubs were quickly abandoned in the hamper, and the paper and the pen dropped on his dresser. Thorston went into the master bath to wash the dilator. As he washed the thick, black device, he remembered pressing it into Brad’s rectum for the first time. He could see it extending slightly out of Brad’s anus hiding between his rounded buttocks when they were released. He set the dilator on a hand towel to dry. Unable to stop himself, Thorston unzipped his jeans and pushed them to his muscular thighs. His immense penis was demanding attention. He scooped a large glob of hand cream and began to stroke himself firmly. His mind zeroed in on the incredible sight of Brad masturbating in his warm bath water. It had taken all his willpower not to pull Brad from the water and bend him over the tub to thrust immediately into his wet, shining bottom. Thorston’s eyes glanced to the dilator that had been preparing his Little, and that was all it took to launch him into his own immense orgasm. Catching his emissions in a thick towel, Thorston continued to pull on his penis until his tremors ceased. Finally, restocking his penis into his jeans, Thorston glanced in the mirror at himself. He knew Brad would need to sleep for many hours, but he grinned at his reflection. “He’ll soon be groaning under me,” the new Daddy thought to himself before turning off the bathroom lights.

  Thorston pulled out his phone and connected to the surveillance cameras in the nursery. Choosing the one focused on the sleeping figure in the crib, Thorston decided to change clothes and go work out. He knew he’d have trouble focusing, but it was better to keep busy. He had a lot of energy flowing through him. He channeled that into pushing his body in one of his strength and fitness routines.

  Chapter 16

  Six hours later, Brad began to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around at the darkened nursery. He smiled. “I could really get used to waking up in this room,” Brad admitted speaking aloud to himself. His bladder was pressing urgently against the diaper padding. Brad rattled the railing to try to lower it. “Nope, it’s not moving,” Brad continued talking to himself. “I wonder if I can lift myself up to slide over?” Brad moved on to his knees and heard the door open spilling light from the master bedroom into the nursery.

  Thorston tucked his phone back into his pocket. “You better not try, Little boy.” He walked to the crib where Brad sat with his mouth open in surprise. “Yes, Bradley. I’ve been watching and listening to you. I’m glad you didn’t try any gymnastics in your crib. Your bottom would be very red, very quickly.” Thorston lowered the crib railing and leaned over to kiss his Little boy. “I’d much rather be loo
king at your bottom for different reasons. Do you need to potty, Bradley?” Thorston asked pressing on his Little’s lower abdomen.

  “I could use the toilet,” Bradley said desperately.

  “Little boys are supposed to use their diapers, Bradley. You don’t need to wait for a toilet when you’re here at Daddy’s house.” He continued to press firmly on Brad’s bladder, and soon his Little groaned, and they both heard the hiss of Brad’s urine flowing from his penis. “Good boy, Bradley. Isn’t that so much easier for a Little boy?”

  Brad dropped his head down in embarrassment. He shook his head “no.”

  Thorston scooped him out of bed and carried him to the changing table. He laid him down carefully and unfastened his wet diaper. Pulling it from under Brad’s hips, Thorston wiped the urine thoroughly from his skin before turning him over on his side.

  When Brad heard the drawer open, he tried to turn over on his back. “Smack!” he felt a quick spank on his bottom.

  “You will get used to letting Daddy take care of you, Bradley. Naughty boys have their bottom spanked,” corrected Thorston.

  “I feel fine. You don’t need to take my temperature,” Brad protested.

  “You work every day with very ill patients. You work too hard, and you have long irregular hours. You don’t eat right. Your Daddy is going to keep a very close eye on you. That means this thermometer will be in your bottom regularly. You can let me make these decisions for you, or you can deal with the consequences of not following Daddy’s rules,” Thorston lectured as he pressed a lubricated finger deep into Brad’s rectum several times before sliding the large thermometer into place. Thorston watched Brad wiggle slightly on the changing table. He patted his shoulder when he saw Brad relax his muscles. “That’s my good boy. Just let Daddy take care of you.”

  Ten long minutes later, Brad was turned back on his back. He laughed when his Daddy blew a raspberry on his flat stomach. “That tickles, Daddy. Do it again,” he giggled.

  Finally, the two stopped playing, and Brad was rediapered and lifted off the table to stand. Thorston pulled him over to the cabinet containing several outfits. “You choose today what you would like to wear,” Thorston stepped back. He watched Brad oh and ah over the superhero and boy themed tee-shirts and matching shorts. Finally, he decided on a tee-shirt with a bucking bronco on it and shorts that had cowboy fringe down the side seams. “I want to be a cowboy, Daddy,” Brad announced with a smile. “Thank you for the fun clothes. How did you find them in my size?” Brad asked as Thorston began to dress him.

  “I discovered many months ago as I was designing your nursery that there is a special department store in town. Its name is Gordon’s. Benton Gordon has been a customer in my bank for many years. I knew he had a very successful business, but I had no idea what kind of business it was. I will take you with me to Gordon’s someday. You’d enjoy it. It is only open to Littles and their Mommies and Daddies. You can be your own Little self, there. You’d also have a chance to meet other Littles. Speaking of meeting other Littles, we have an appointment and a party to go to this afternoon,” Thorston said as he buttoned Brad’s shorts over his diaper.

  “What kind of appointment? And a party? I just wanted to spend time with you, Daddy!” Brad whined in disappointment. He’d been looking forward to his days off with Thorston. “We could go back out on the boat,” he suggested.

  “We’ll make some time to take the boat out while you are here. I promise. But today, you have an appointment with Dr. Richards for a checkup in about an hour. Just enough time to eat a bowl of cereal and brush your teeth. Then, today is Dr. Richards’ Little girl, Zoey’s, birthday. He’s having a surprise party for her tonight. We’re invited to attend the party. I’ll get to meet some other Daddies and Mommies, and you’ll get to meet some very special Little boys and girls. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Thorston explained with a gentle smile. He knew Brad would be anxious about meeting other Littles. He was a bit nervous himself.

  “I don’t want to go to a party. We can’t go anyway. I don’t have a birthday present,” Brad announced triumphantly.

  “I’ve got that covered. There’s a specially picked out present in my car by one of Zoey’s special friends,” Thorston led Brad to the kitchen and helped him up in his highchair as he watched the slender man try to come up with another reason he couldn’t go. Thorston poured him a bowl of his favorite cereal with the little marshmallows and topped it off with some milk. He sat down and began to spoon cereal into the Little boy’s mouth. A sippy cup appeared before Brad filled with grape juice. He looked up and thanked his housekeeper.

  “Hi, Mrs. Sanford. I don’t get to eat dinner here tonight. Thorston is dragging me to the doctor’s and then to some stupid birthday party,” Brad announced with a pout.

  Helen patted his shoulder. “Hi, Bradley. I’m so glad you’re here. You can call Mr. Burmingham, Daddy, in front of me. It’s okay. You’re at home here with us,” she explained with a smile. “Now, what’s this about you not wanting to go to a party. I love parties. Could this be Zoey’s surprise birthday party?” she looked up at Thorston and clapped her hands happily. “Wow! I want to go to that party. You’re going to have a blast. Last year, there was a petting zoo. Dr. Richards spoils his little girl.”

  Thorston mouthed “Thank you,” to his housekeeper as Brad began to think about the party differently. His mouth turned up at the edges, and he ate his cereal with happy crunches.

  Helen nodded and left the two alone. She whistled as she left the room, pleased that she had been able to help.

  Chapter 17

  As Thorston drove through the gate to Dr. Richards’ home and medical office, Brad was very quiet. Thorston dropped a large hand to his thigh and squeezed gently. “It’s going to be okay, Bradley. You know lots of doctors. I think you’ve met Dr. Richards?” Thorston asked.

  “Yes, he’s a great surgeon. He takes good care of his surgical patients as they recover. All the nurses in the ICU would choose him for their surgeon if they needed one,” Brad admitted truthfully.

  “So, this is just like if you were going to have surgery. I chose the best doctor to take care of the one most precious to me,” Thorston explained as he parked the car. He turned to look at Brad in the passenger seat. “How long has it been since you’ve had a physical?”

  Brad thought and couldn’t remember. “I’ve had one since I started working at the hospital but I don’t know the date. I think it was when I began,” Brad guessed.

  “How long have you worked at the hospital?” Thorston asked.

  “Six years in November,” Brad answered. “Wow, it’s been a long time! I guess that’s normal. I don’t ever get sick.”

  “That’s not normal and that not how I will take care of your health now that we’re together. You will have regular checkups with Dr. Richards. We’ll let him tell us the schedule that he recommends for us to come in to see him,” Thorston said definitively. He got out of the car and came around to open Brad’s door.

  “I really don’t like going to the doctor,” Brad said in a small voice as he climbed out of the seat.

  Thorston hugged him and took his hand leading him up to the door that opened as they approached. Dr. Richards’ butler introduced himself as Paul, and he showed them to the waiting room. He handed Thorston a clipboard with a couple of forms and a pen. “Dr. Richards is with a patient now. He’ll come to greet you when it’s Brad’s turn.” He looked at the obviously nervous Brad and added, “Brad, this is a good place. Dr. Richards understands Littles very well. Oh, look here comes Zoey with a few of friends. I’ll introduce you. Today’s her birthday. Just don’t mention the party. It’s a surprise,” he whispered.

  “Hi, Zoey! Hi Vicky and Maggie! And this is my precious baby,” Paul pulled the petite, redhead to his side for a hug, “Angelina. Girls, say hi to Brad and his Daddy, Thorston Burmingham. Brad’s here for his first visit to see Dr. Richards.”

  “Hi Brad,” all the girls said together. “
Hi, Mr. Burmingham.

  “Good afternoon, ladies. What nice manners you have,” Thorston complimented.

  “We like meeting new Littles,” Zoey said enthusiastically. “My Daddy would spank my bottom if I was rude.” She paused to rub her bottom ruefully. “I like having new friends.”

  “Happy birthday, Zoey!” Brad smiled at her. The interruption of meeting new people was distracting him from his purpose in the medical office.

  “Thank you! We’re going to play over there with the toys. Do you want to join us?” Zoey asked. Her friends nodded enthusiastically.

  Unfortunately, Dr. Richards exited from a door labeled Exam Room 2 saying, “Jon, that medicine will enter slowly. Just let Cecily rest. If she gets restless, turn her over on to her side and rub her tummy gently. I’ll be back soon to check on you.” The group turned to look. Brad could see a plump white bottom raised in the air with a large hose implanted in her rectum. They could hear a Little voice saying, “Daddy, I’m better now. Dr. Richards can stop the medicine,” as the door closed.

  Chapter 18

  Dr. Richards walked over to shake hands with Thorston and greet Brad. “Well, hello, Bradley. I’m glad your Daddy brought you in today. We’ve met before at the hospital, but I didn’t realize that you had been searching for a Daddy. How wonderful that you two have met! I see you’ve met my daughter, Zoey. She’s the love of my life.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head before swatting her on the bottom. “Go play, girls.”

  Zoey laughed and rubbed her bottom, “Does that count as part of my birthday spanking?” When her Daddy shook his head “no,” Zoey grabbed two friends by the hand and dragged the group away. “Let’s go now before he decides to give me my real birthday spanking.”