Brad

by Pepper North

  Everything wasn’t easy for his Daddy either. Thorston had dreamed of finding his Little for so long. He didn’t understand how difficult it was for Brad just to allow him to take complete care of him. His Little boy had earned several spankings for refusing to follow directions or for arguing with his Daddy. Thorston was used to making decisions for his large, financial institution. His decisions were never questioned—at least, not openly. He knew he was strict. He’d had several conversations with other Mommies and Daddies of Littles. They had assured him that his transition period was normal in an age play relationship. They had all said he needed to listen to his heart as well as his logical brain to understand what his Little was saying and doing. Dr. Richards had even counseled him that Littles were usually very sensitive people, and that they had to be treated differently to ensure their happiness.

  They both were holding back their feelings to guard themselves against being hurt. The couple hadn’t consummated their relationship. Neither was ready to take that big step emotionally. Thorston made sure to give his Little all the pleasure Brad’s body could handle. He took care of his own needs in private. Both could feel the tension of waiting.

  Chapter 26

  One day after Brad had been required to work a double shift of almost 20 hours, he walked from the hospital straight to his apartment. He had decided that he was too tired to even talk to anyone and he just wanted to be alone. He let himself into his apartment and sniffed. The air smelled stale like no one had been in the apartment for a long time. There was a stack of mail on the floor where the postman had delivered them through the door slot.

  Brad sat down on the couch and was asleep before he knew it. He was so tired that he missed his cell phone ringing Thorston’s special tone. He was having a dream about someone who was getting ready to rob his house by breaking down the door when he realized that someone was actually pounding on the door calling his name. Brad shook his head to try to clear it and walked to the door. He opened it just as Thorston was about to pound on it again and had to dodge.

  “Hi, Daddy,” Brad said sleepily.

  Thorston stormed in, slamming the door shut, and began yelling. “Hi, Daddy. That’s what you say when you’ve been missing for 15 hours. Do you know how worried I’ve been? I’ve called all over town to all your friends trying to find you. What have you been doing?” Thorston demanded. “No, don’t tell me. You’ve earned a doozy of a spanking young man.” He pulled down Brad’s scrubs and his briefs. Sitting on the couch, Thorston began to spank Brad’s bottom sharply. His large hand began to leave red marks almost immediately.

  Brad tried to explain, but his Daddy was too angry to listen. Finally, the exhaustion of the long day combined with the intensity of the spanking caused Brad to begin to sob uncontrollably. His breath became raw and wild as tears poured from his eyes.

  Thorston immediately stopped spanking him. He lifted Brad and rotated his body to hold him in his arms. “Sssshhhhh, Little boy! Daddy’s sorry he spanked you so hard. I was so worried about you. No one knew where you were. I imagined all sort of things had happened to you.” Thorston kissed the top of Brad’s head as the Little hid his face against his Daddy’s chest.

  “I’m sorry. I should have called,” Brad sobbed. “I was so tired. I had to take an extra shift today because one nurse quit in the middle of her rotation. I couldn’t leave my patients without a dedicated nurse. And even that didn’t help.” Brad tried to control his breathing, but he just couldn’t stop crying.

  Thorston didn’t know what to do to help. He rubbed Brad’s back and tried to soothe him. “Take a deep breath, baby. That’s it. Now, let it out. Let’s try again. Take a breath with Daddy. Let it out.” The two sat silently holding on to each other and just simply breathing. Finally, Brad’s breath seemed to settle into a normal pattern. Thorston wiped the sweat from his brow as he hugged his Little tight to his chest. “That’s a good boy, Bradley. Just breathe.” He felt the tension ebb slowly from Brad’s body.

  “Two of my patients died today. I tried everything to save them, and there just wasn’t anything I could do. Immediately, their rooms were stripped and cleaned. There was a waiting list of critically ill patients that needed that room. I couldn’t take a break and grieve for them. I just had to ramp up to full gear to help the next patient who they wheeled into the ICU. By the time a replacement finally got there to relieve me, I was a zombie. I don’t even remember most of the walk home. I stopped at the gate to your house and just wanted to go in and curl up in my crib but it was late, and I didn’t have the code to enter. I would have had to wake you up, and I was too tired to explain everything. I just kept walking. Somehow, I got here. I woke up when you came to the door. I’m sorry I missed your phone call.

  Thorston kissed Brad’s lips tenderly. “This is all my fault, Bradley. I have meant for days to give you the code to the gate. We’ll take care of that today. I’ll also register your handprint to open the front door. Now, you are exhausted. Let’s get you in the shower and bed.” Thorston pulled off his shoes and socks before stripping off Brad’s pants and briefs that had been pulled down to his calves for his spanking. He pulled the scrub top over Brad’s head and kissed his forehead. Setting him on his feet, Thorston directed Brad into the bathroom. Thorston reached past the shower curtain to turn on the water so that it would be warm. He carefully removed the elastic band holding Brad’s long hair in its normal bun, and he helped him step into the shower. Standing outside the shower, Thorston gently soaped Brad’s weary body to help relax him. He washed his Little’s beautiful hair and gently rubbed his scalp to ease the tension from his long day.

  Finally, Brad was clean, and Thorston wrapped his body and then his hair in a big towel. He squeezed the extra water from Brad’s hair and combed it carefully. Thorston rubbed Brad’s body briskly with his towel to help the blood flow back through his exhausted Little. Watching Brad yawn, Thorston picked up his most precious baby and carried him to the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and placed Brad gently on the bed.

  “You won’t go away, will you, Daddy?” Brad asked anxiously.

  Thorston stripped off his own clothes and crawled into the narrow bed with Brad. He pulled Brad into his arms and kissed his head tenderly. “I’m not going anywhere, Bradley. I’ll stay right here while you sleep.” Thorston heard Brad’s breath even out within minutes as he dropped into sleep.

  Thorston’s mind whirled. He’s made so many mistakes. He’d almost lost Brad. He had felt him pulling away when he’d stormed in the door, yelling and spanking, instead of listening and caring. It had scared him to see Brad fall to pieces. He was never going to let that happen again. Starting now, he was going to change. His Little was more important to him than anything else in his life.

  Chapter 27

  Brad woke up wrapped in a furnace of heat and combustion. He tried to push the cover off and realized that he was pushing on his Daddy’s arms that were wrapped around him tightly. He began to feel kisses on the back of his sensitive neck and shivers went down his spine. He felt Thorston’s big hands caress down his chest and abdomen tracing the muscles that lay just below the pale skin. “Daddy?” whispered Brad.

  “I’m here, Bradley. I’m never letting you go. I’m so sorry that I’ve made so many mistakes. You are the most important thing in my life,” Thorston said with his emotions almost palpable in his growling voice.

  Brad twisted in his arms to look at his face. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It was all my fault. I should have been more considerate.”

  “Bradley, you are my Little. You’re not supposed to be the one that makes all the right decisions. While you’ve been sleeping, I’ve been thinking. What would you say about moving into your nursery full-time? I would like you to be with me always. I don’t want to smother you. I know you need to have some control over what decisions you make. I’m going to try to listen better,” he promised with tear-filled eyes.

  “Oh, Daddy. I didn’t think you wanted me to live with you. I’ve
been worried that you were just playing around with age play and that you’d decide to move on. I’ve been scared,” Brad admitted in a small voice.

  “I’m never going to get tired of taking care of you, Bradley. I’ve been so lucky to find you. I’d like to say that I won’t be as strict as I’ve been but I’m afraid that my personality is set. That’s just how I am,” Thorston shared honestly.

  “I know.” Brad rubbed his still pink bottom.

  “Let me see your bottom, Bradley. Did Daddy hurt you?” Thorston turned Brad to face away from him so that he could see his small, rounded bottom. “It’s still a little red. Does it hurt?” He rubbed Brad’s buttocks tenderly. He mentally told his penis to stop as it began to rise in reaction to the view and feel of his Little’s compact, adult body.

  “Oooohhh!” Brad groaned. “My bottom doesn’t hurt, Daddy.”

  “What’s hurting you?” Thorston asked throwing back the covers and urgently running his hands over Brad’s lithe body. His hands moved down Brad’s chest to his pelvis, and he brushed Brad’s surging erection evoking another moan from Brad. “Does Daddy’s Little boy need some attention here?” He grasped the rigid organ and began to pull on it as he stroked from the root to the sensitive tip.

  “Don’t stop, Daddy,” Brad begged as he felt Thorston turn toward Brad’s nightstand. Brad heard the drawer open, and a cap flip open. “Daddy?” Brad knew that sound. It was the bottle of lube that he kept next to his bed to masturbate easier.

  “Daddy thinks he needs to take your temperature, Bradley. I want to make sure that you are feeling okay.” Thorston spread Brad’s buttocks and began to press lubricated fingers into his anus. “That’s a good boy. Open your bottom for Daddy,” Thorston praised. Removing his fingers after several minutes of caresses, Thorston shifted Brad on to his knees and moved to kneel behind him. Thorston ran a loving hand over Brad’s raised bottom thrusting toward him. “Are you ready for your Daddy to make you his totally?” Thorston asked with a low, urgent tone. He held his breath.

  “Please, Daddy. Please!” Brad begged.

  Thorston poured a little more lubricant on Brad’s anus and began to press his penis slowly into Brad’s tight rectum. “Push back for Daddy. Open your bottom, Bradley,” Thorston instructed as his Little groaned in reaction to his Daddy’s large penis as it slid slowly inside. “That’s such a good boy,” he praised as he began to push forward a few inches slowly and pull back slightly until he came to rest fully implanted in his Little boy’s bottom. “You feel so good, sweetheart. I think your temperature is almost perfect, but I need to check a little more. Are you ready for Daddy to move?” he asked holding still pressed deep inside to allow Brad to adjust.

  “Daddy, please?” Brad’s mind couldn’t process all the sensations of having Thorston’s large penis finally in his bottom. When his Daddy began to move, Brad couldn’t believe it could get better but it could, and it did. He couldn’t stop making small sounds in reaction to the arousal that was building in his body. When Thorston’s large hand returned to his penis and began to stroke, pulling firmly on Brad’s erection, he exploded spraying his Daddy’s hand and the sheets with evidence of his massive orgasm.

  “Good boy, Bradley. Daddy wants you to come again,” Thorston growled over his shoulder as he continued to press in and draw out slowly. He began to speed up his strokes as he felt Brad start pressing his bottom back to meet his penis. He knew his Little boy was ready. Thorston let himself go. He moved at full speed to invade Brad’s warm rectum. Thorston could feel his orgasm lurking just out of reach when Brad screamed and his tight passage seized strongly around Thorston. That was all the proud Daddy needed to stimulate his own orgasm. He slammed his penis in deeper and held it there as it sent wave after wave of orgasmic fluid deep into Brad’s body.

  As he recovered, Thorston shifted them both over to lay on their sides with Thorston’s penis still deep in Brad’s bottom. Both men breathed heavily. Brad’s hands clasped Thorston’s arm that wrapped over his shoulder. Thorston leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Brad’s shoulders.

  “Daddy, was my temperature all right?” Brad turned his head to make eye contact.

  “Your temperature was a little warm, Bradley. I’m concerned. I think I’ll need to take your temperature regularly to make sure you’re okay.” Thorston announced with false concern dripping from his voice.

  “Oh, no! Daddy, I’m okay. You don’t need to take my temperature again,” Bradley protested with a twinkle in his eye.

  “Daddies know just what their Little ones need. You’ll just have to leave this to Daddy, okay?” Thorston suggested.

  Brad nodded his head with a smile as he relaxed back on the bed. His eyes drooped from reaction to his pleasure and Thorston watched his Little fall back to sleep in his arms. While Brad slept deeply, Thorston made plans as he held his precious Little. Dr. Richards was right. Little boys need to feel their Daddy’s penis inside. It did make both of their worlds happier.

  Chapter 28

  Brad rubbed the sleep from his eyes. In two weeks, his world had changed totally. After talking for two days and being allowed to make his own decision, Brad had chosen to move into his Daddy’s mansion and to live in the beautiful nursery. His regular clothes had found their new home in one of the guest bedrooms. Thorston had hired a company to move Brad’s furniture and other possessions into a secured storage area on the mansion’s grounds.

  Brad and Thorston were still adjusting to their new life together, but it was easier this time. They had committed to live their lives together as Daddy and Little. The two were very happy together and had found great support and advice from the growing number of age play couples that had all met through Dr. Richards’ care. Thorston was still very strict with his Little boy, and Brad’s bottom was red often. While he didn’t like spankings or even worse punishment enemas, Brad knew that his Daddy was taking care of him the best way he knew.

  Brad had become great friends with Jake and Abigail. He’d met Abigail again after Zoey’s party when his Daddy had decided that it was time to remove his man hair from his pelvic area. Jake’s mother Ann and Thorston had taken the two Littles to the salon together. Jake held one of Brad’s hands as his hair was waxed off and Thorston held the other. Having the support didn’t make it any less painful, but it did make it easier. Once someone had been applying hot wax to your privates, you got to know them very well. Abigail was now one of his most trusted friends. She knew everyone. It seemed like all the Mommies and Daddies were interested in helping their Littles adjust to their role as an adult baby by helping them shed their adult pubic hair.

  Brad heard his Daddy coming in to check on him. He smiled as he watched Thorston walk across the nursery to his crib. Brad raise his arms up to let his Daddy lift him out of the secure bed and cuddle him in his arms. “I love you, Daddy,” he whispered.

  “I love you, my special Little,” came Thorston’s heartfelt response in his low growling voice. “We have some guests that came to visit. Charlotte and her Daddy, Benton are here. They brought you a special present. A new backpack. Let’s get you up, changed and dressed. We’re all going to go out and look for fall leaves. You’ll get to try out your new backpack. It has a special feature that’s going to help you feel really healthy after your walk.

  “It’s not the enema backpack is it, Daddy? Jake told me about the one his Mommy got at Charlotte and Benton’s store. I don’t have to have an enema, do I?” Brad’s face fell.

  “Enemas are good for Littles. You don’t want Charlotte to have one all by herself, do you? She’d feel so bad.” Thorston tugged at Brad’s sensitive feelings. His Little was going to have an enema. It was just better if he agreed to it.

  “Oh, I don’t want to have an enema. But if Charlotte has to have one… okay, Daddy. But it will be a small one, right?” Brad said begrudgingly.

  “We’ll have to see, Bradley, once we get the new backpack fitted to you,” Thorston vaguely answered as he changed Brad’s diaper
and dressed him in pants with an elastic waist and a cartoon tee-shirt. Patting him on his padded bottom, Thorston urged, “Let’s go greet our guests, sweetie.” He watched Brad run from the room. His bottom bounced slightly. That cute bottom was going to be well cleaned out by the time their walk was finished. He followed Brad at a slower rate. His Little was going to feel so much better.

  Afterword

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  For your reading enjoyment, my other age-play stories are:

  Dr. Richards’ Littles

  A beloved age play series that features Littles who find their forever Daddies and Mommies. Dr. Richards guides and supports their efforts to keep their Littles happy and healthy.

  Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1

  Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2

  Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3

  Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4

  Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5

  Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6