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Thank you so much for the second chapter! I meant that he wasn’t upset that Tommy isn’t wearing his diaper.

Such a great chapter! This story truly does get better and better! Poor little guy has no idea how much trouble he’s actually in! I’m surprised Landen didn’t question the undies! So excited to see what comes next!

Wonderful chapter! Well worth the wait! Landen is devious, he’s very strict but the use of pet names is great! Poor Tommy, but he kind of did it to himself! Thanks for the update!

Part 4 Brad left Chris’s bedroom making sure to leave the door cracked. Once in the hall he paused and took a breath. That hadn’t gone like he thought at all, he smiles, it was so much better! Things were moving much quicker than expected. Chris’s reaction to the rules and his behavior had saved Brad weeks of training and behavior modification and had cost Chris years of maturity. Brad was overjoyed, things were falling right into place. Brad made his way downstairs and decided that he should make Chris some lunch for when the boy woke up from his nap. In the kitchen Brad hummed while he worked. He made Chris a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and even cut the crust off. He then added some grapes and a cut up apple to the plate. Brad couldn’t help but be pleased with himself as he observed his work, it looked like the perfect lunch for a little boy. Once Brad finished preparing lunch for Chris. He quickly made himself a turkey sandwich and grabbed a coke from the fridge. He went into the living room to eat and wait. Brad wasn’t sure how long his little boy would nap for, he had looked pretty exhausted but Brad also figured he shouldn’t let him sleep for too long. Brad considered, if he didn’t wake on his own, Brad decided to wake Chris in an hour so it wouldn’t impact bedtime. That also made Brad think. Before Chris woke up he had to decide how the earlier spanking would impact Chris’s bedtime. Chris had been very naughty so that should probably cost him a whole hour and as he had already lost 10 minutes it looked like the little boy would be getting tucked in at 6:50 that night. Brad nodded, that was good. It would be good for Chris to see that he was serious about the rules and wasn’t like he planned on letting Chris stay up until 8:00 anyway. That was far too late for his little boy. 7 seemed better but who knew maybe that was even too late. They would have to wait and see. Brad ate his lunch and made plans in his head for what would come next. He could only hope that Chris continued to be as malleable as he was proving to be that morning. It was almost like Chris wanted this. He wanted to be Brad’s little boy. That thought made Brad smile. Just as Brad finished his sandwich he heard the bed groan from up stairs. He could picture Chris sitting up, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his little eyes before remembering what had happened. He wished he could see the look on the little boy’s as he processed what was going on. Right then Brad added a baby monitor to their shopping list. Brad took a minute to listen to Chris before he stood up. “Showtime” he whispered to himself as he took his place at the bottom of the stairs. Brad waited until he heard the creak of Chris’s bedroom and the pitter patter of Chris’s bare feet in the hallway, it was then at then that he called up the stairs “freeze little boy” Brad smiled as he heard Chris pause immediately, his boy was so obedient already. He was already halfway up the stairs when he heard Chris call out “Ah Brad?” In a confused and nervous voice. Brad made sure to put on a stern look as he approached Chris “and just what are you doing out of bed little boy?” Brad asked with an edge to his voice Chris who had enough self preservation to know he had made a mistake took on an anxious expression and averted his eyes. Unsure of what else to do he became very interested in his toes and mumbled “sorry” in a low voice. Satisfied, Brad gave a small smile . He reached out to grasp Chris’s chin stroking his cheek as he raised the little boy’s face to force eye contact “it’s okay baby” he said gently. “I know we haven’t talk about this yet but from now on the rule is that if you need to get up for any reason after I’ve put you to bed you’re to call me. I really don’t want you wandering around without me knowing, is that clear” receiving only a tiny nod Brad stroked Chris’s chin “words please Christopher” he gently admonished. “I… I understand” Chris confirmed “I’ll call you from now on” Brad released Chris’s chin and gently cupped his cheek “that’s a good boy” he praised before releasing the boy “now we should head downstairs, we need to finish our chat then it’s time for lunch. Without a word Brad took Chris’s hand and lead him toward the stairs. Brad couldn’t help but be impressed that Chris remained silent and followed his lead without whining or complaining. When the got to the stairs Brad stopped and released Chris’s hand “okay buddy hold the railing please and one step at a time please , just in case” Chris nodded and took hold of the railing making sure to do as instructed. When they reached the bottom of the steps Brad once again took hold of Chris’s hand and lead him to the sofa.Brad sat and wordlessly pulled Chris onto his lap pleased to again meet with no resistance from his little boy. He gave Chris a squeeze and dropped a kiss on his hair “did you have a good nap baby?” Still sleepy from his nap Chris mumbled something and seemed to burrow into Brad. Brad patted Chris’s back as he said “I know, you’re still a sleepy boy aren’t you” he positively cooed “but you slept for over an hour, we need to have lunch and finish our discussion okay baby” Brad asked gently. Chris who seemed to be waking up a bit gave a small whine and pulled back stiffening “don’t call me that” he said almost defiantly. “I’m not a baby” Rolling his eyes Brad replied “I think we’ve already established that I’m in charge here and that means that I will call you whatever I like and I like calling you baby so that’s what I’m going to call you” Brad stated firmly. Watching Chris’s resolve crumble he added more gently “and I don't want to have to have this discussion again, is that clear Baby” he asked as if challenging Chris to contradict him. Instead Chris averted his eyes and nodded and mumbled his agreement. “That’s a good boy” Brad smiled “my good boy” he added as he stroked Chris’s hair.

I know it’s been forever but I forgot I had a lot of this part already done. Part 13 The little man couldn’t help but blush as he heard his own tiny bare feet make a plopping sound as he walked across the cold tile floor. Travis was right every time he walked Mike would be reminded that his life was no longer his own. He belonged to daddy now. Mike made it back to the front of the classroom as the students started to file in. His embarrassment continued as he looked down at his clothing. He knew that between his lack of shoes, shorts and Sesame Street shirt he looked every bit a little boy but he had no choice in the matter. Without saying a word Travis handed Mike his Elmo which he knew gave him permission to speak. Instinctively Mike clutched the soft toy to his chest. Despite his nervousness Mike took a deep breath and began to speak. “Good Morning everyone” Mike looked around the room. He faulted just a bit “welcome back to class. Before we get started I have a couple of announcements to make” He looked down wiggling his plump toes “I want this class to feel more relaxed so from now on I want everyone to call me” he swallowed the lump in his throat “Mikey” he chanced a look around the room and was met with universal curiosity. Hoping to get this over with he plowed on “also I just received word that Mr. Travis Biggs has been approved as my teaching assistant this year so going forward he will be ummm assisting me with my duties” Travis stood and walked forward smiling “thank you Mikey” he stood next to the teacher and put an arm around his shoulder drawing the little boy protectively to his side. Wordlessly he reached out and took Elmo from Mike effectively muting the tiny teacher before he continued “hi guys, I’m so excited to get to help out this year, now are there any questions for us before we get started” Mike couldn’t seem to look anywhere but his toes on the other hand Travis looked around the room as a few hands shot into the air. Travis pointed to the first raised hand. The girl asking the question looked from Travis to Mike and back again “um why is Mr. um Mikey dressed like that” Travis chuckled he assumed most of these questions where going to be of a similar nature” Travis looked down at Mike who seemed to be finding his toes exceptionally fascinating at the moment. He knew that Mike wouldn’t say a word because he wasn’t allowed so giving the little boy’s back a reassuring rub he said ”without getting into too much detail little Mikey here has some minor medical issues that's why he has me to deliver most of the lessons he plans and why he gets to dress in clothing that's comfortable for him and why you will almost never see him wearing shoes or socks on his little feet. Now we have a class to start I believe” Travis said effectively ending the conversation, for that at least Mike was grateful. Unsure of what to do Mike did the only thing he could think of, he looked to Travis for instructions. Travis smiled gently “okay everyone take out your things. He then turned to Mikey and took his hand. Travis lead Mike back to his little desk and helped him take a seat. Travis pushed in Mike chair then grabbed a binder binder from his nearby bag. He placed it on Mikey’s desk and opened it to the first page. Inside the binder was several cartoon inspired coloring pages. Travis tapped the first one which featured the cast of sesame street and whispered “make daddy a pretty picture” he stood and dropped a box of crayons in front of Mike before turning his attention to the class and beginning to teach. Mike bristled at the order but was too afraid of what Travis might do in front of the class to disobey. Reluctantly he searched through the box and picked a red crayon then started to color as he was told. Mike hadn’t colored in years, he was shocked by how relaxing he found it. Without realizing it Mike became completely engrossed in finishing his picture. He was just putting the finishing touches on it as he heard the bell ring. Mike looked up in shock as the class filed out into the hallway. “Umm it’s over?” He asked Travis trying not to sound too surprised. Trivia chuckled “yes baby all done and you were such a good little boy for daddy while I was teaching. You didn’t interrupt once” Travis said with pride. He walked over to Mike “can you show daddy your drawing baby boy” Mike bit his lip feeling embarrassed but he obeyed and held up his picture. He felt weirdly nervous as he waited for Travis to pass judgement. Mike didn’t have to wait long. Travis broke into a huge smile “wow baby, that’s beautiful, you are such a great little artist” he held up a finger. “I have a great idea, if daddy gives you a piece of tape can you act like a big boy and look all around the room to find the perfect place to hang your masterpiece” Still embarrassed but strangely proud Mike silently nodded and got out of his seat. Once Travis handed him the promised tape he looked around unsure of where he should put his picture. Eventually he decided on a spot on the far wall behind the teacher’s desk and as far from the students as possible as he wasn’t sure how his picture would be explained or perceived. Mike walk over to his chosen spot and held the picture up then without thinking looked to Travis for final approval. The larger man nodded “that’s just perfect baby and just think, soon the whole wall will be covered in your beautiful pictures. That makes daddy so happy” Mike nodded and getting on his tip toes stuck his picture to the wall. Mike shivered at the idea of the whole wall being covered in his work. Mike really had loved making the pretty pictures and he was proud of it but he also knew that it was really an activity for a preschooler not an adult teacher but it didn’t matter this was his life now. With that thought he turned back to Travis who beckoned him with open arms. Mike slowly walked back to his tormentor. He was nervous because he was unsure of what came next but he was sure that Travis had many more plans for him before the day was through.

Buddy, you’ve got to relax just a bit, people have real lives and sometimes need to take a break. It’s only been a couple of weeks and good things come to those who wait!

Yet another absolutely amazing chapter. I have so many thoughts and predictions about how Landen is going to do things. I can’t wait to see what happens!

Amazing! Such a great addition. I can’t wait to see where you go. Tommy is really falling into line!

I’m so interested to see where this goes, I’m wondering if this is going to turn into a bully daddy situation. I mean Tommy’s mom could probably be convinced that Tommy needs a babysitter and Landen could have an easy in, still loving this story, I wait anxiously for updates everyday

I’m loving this story so far, I’m so excited to see Tommy’s regression journey and also how Riley steps up to be the big brother. I like that he already gave him a swat. That’s a true sign of dominance and the idea of Tommy having an earlier bedtime is great too. Can’t wait fir more. Thanks for writing!

This is such a great story, thank you so much for writing. Will Greg call Sam mommy soon?

Part 3 Noticing Chris’s clear anxiety Brad gave the boy a sympathetic look “I know this is a lot bud, but you really don’t need to worry, we’ll find a system that works for us and I promise this summer will be lots of fun okay?” He asked Brad waited for Chris to give him a small nod before he continued “we just need to make sure that we are on the same page so there isn’t a lot of confusion and disagreeing, once we both agree on the rules we’ll know what to expect from each other”. Getting another nod Brad asked “can you remind me of the rules we’ve already talked about buddy” Chris paused biting his lip and brought his knees up to his chest then nervously started to play with his toes. Brad thought he would have to ask again but then Chris spoke in a small voice “no wearing socks and no shoes in the house” he paused as if waiting for Brad to validate his answer. Brad nodded “exactly buddy no shoes inside” he made a minor correction “what else” Not grasping the distinction in the words Chris continued “umm…no closed doors.. but umm what about when I have to use the bathroom” Chris asked unable to make eye contact, he couldn’t believe that he had to ask this question. He was 20 years old. Brad gave Chris’s knee a squeeze “no closed doors buddy, just in case, the door should always be cracked okay” Chris closed his eyes he hated the words just in case but reluctantly he nodded “what else” he asked. Brad smiled “well buddy I think we both need to tell each other where we are going and what we are doing. For me that just means giving you a heads up but in your case you’ll need to ask me for permission to leave the house or go anywhere ” This caught Chris off guard “what do you mean” he spluttered “I’m 3 years older than you, why do I need to ask you for permission” he practically yelled unable to keep himself calm. “Christopher, watch the tone please, I’m not yelling at you” Brad admonished “and the truth is you will ask permission because I control your money. I decide if and when you get money at all… so that means I’m in charge, after all there are very few places you can go without money” Brad watched as Chris’s face fell so he went in for the kill “and that means that you are going to be a very good little boy for me and do as your told is that clear buddy” Chris almost looked scared as he nodded “Words please Christopher” Brad snapped Chris let out a quivering breath as he spoke “okay, I’ll ask permission and do as I’m told” he mumbled Brad nodded “okay that’s a good boy, let’s make this easy, from now on you don’t leave the house without your shoes on and you only put your shoes on with my permission. That way we won’t have any accidents or mistakes” Once again Chris nodded knowing he had no choice.Brad was good at closing loopholes. Brad continued in a softer tone “look kiddo, we are kind of like a family now and in every family there has to be someone in charge, like a parent or a guardian, a head of the house. Someone who makes the decisions and takes care of things. That’s going to be my job. To take care of the house and you and make the decisions and your job is to obey. Does that make sense?” Chris shrugged “I guess” he mumbled “You guess” Brad repeated “I don’t think there’s any guessing at all. If you can’t figure how to be a good boy and do as your told you’re going to have a very boring summer, being broke is no fun” “Okay, fine” Chris gritted out “I’ll try to remember to…to obey and be good” he said in clear embarrassment Brad nodded “that’s great buddy and I promise that I’ll help you remember” he paused “let’s see, we’ve cover “no shoes inside, no closing doors, asking permission to go out and doing as we are are told” Brad smiled “just a few more buddy” He waited for a tiny nod from Chris before he continued “your parents were very clear that they wanted me to help you maintain a healthy schedule this summer. That means keeping normal hours and not staying up all night” Chris visibly winced, he had been having this fight with his parents for years. They hated when he stayed up late but had no real control while he was at school. However, Chris already knew Brad would not be as easy to get around. Brad chuckled “don’t look so worried Bud, I have a plan, it’s almost like a game. It will be fun” Chris eyed Brad suspiciously. He highly doubted that they had the same definition of fun. “What are you going to make me do” he asked trying to keep his voice even. Brad had to fight down his smirk “here’s what we are going to do kiddo, from now on your bedtime is 8pm” “What, no” came Chris’s immediate and visceral response. Brad held up a hand to silence the boy “but here’s where the game part comes in. You will earn or loose time based on your behavior throughout the day so good listening or being extra helpful can earn you 10 minutes but any naughtiness will loose 10 minutes”. He smiled “I have no problem letting a good boy stay up until 10 or 10:30 but… cranky little boys might get tucked in as early as 6:30. If you think about it, it’s actually totally up to you to behave or not” he ended with a shrug “It’s not up to me” Chris spat, “you’re the one who gets to decide” “Again, Watch your tone Christopher, I don’t want to warn you again, in fact I think that’s 10 minutes right there” he let his words fall Brad watched as Chris fought his emotions, going from sad to angry and back to calm. Then he went on “But I want to be clear, you do get to choose because, you choose your behavior so you’re in total control” Knowing he was beat, Chris chose to drop the subject “what else” he asked in a flat voice” Brad bit his lip, other than bedtime the next rule was the one he was most excited about, he just had to play it right. “Well” he began “I can’t say I was exactly impressed with your hygiene earlier, first you couldn't even remember when your last shower was, then you admitted that you had been wearing the same clothes for 3 days! By the way, they were so gross that I had to throw them in the trash” . He gave Chris a pointed look and was rewarded with a truly embarrassed little boy “and considering that you’re shower was far too quick, I doubt you got very clean.” he watched as the blush crept across his boys cheeks “ and you didn’t even dry yourself off” he concluded daring Chris to contradict him. Chris couldn’t think of any response instead be became very interested in studying his toes. “So” Brad went on “from now on, I am going to help you get ready for your showers and inspect you afterward to make sure that you’re nice and clean and dry. If I find that you aren't able to do a good enough job yourself, it’s totally fine but then I’ll take over and we will switch to baths. Frankly, that’s the direction I’m going in already but I figured you should get a chance to prove yourself” “NO!” Chris shouted as he looked at Brad in sheer panic “that isn’t happening!” He jumped to his feet “I’m not doing that” he huffed. The idea of showing Brad how underdeveloped he truly was was terrifying to Chris. Brad jumped to his feet too which was a much more impressive feat. He stepped closer to Chris and pointed a finger right at him “you do not tell me no and you do not raise your voice to me little boy I’ve already made my decision and you will do as you’re told” “No” Chris shouted in frustration as he lunged forward to push Brad as hard as he could. Due to Brad’s superior size the push did nothing but annoy him. With lightning speed he sat down again and grabbed Chris’s arm. He swiftly pulled the tiny boy across his lap. Shocked Chris let out a shriek and started to flail and kick “let me gooo” he yelled. Holding Chris in place with one hand brad easily used his other to pull the boy’s shorts and underwear down. Making sure to center t the boy in his lap Brad landed a stinging swat on his exposed bottom “that is enough Christopher” he said as he landed another swat “you do not get mad and push me, that’s very naughty and you do not tell me no” Brad emphasized his words with another blow. Chris continued to struggle as Brad said “you need to behave and do as your told, you need to obey” Brad continued to spank “ right now, you need to stop struggling and calm your body” As if by command all the energy seemed to leave Chris’s body as the fight went out of him and him slumped in Brad's lap. Brad landed a final swat “are you ready to behave like a good boy for me” he asked in a calm voice as he started to rub Chris’s bottom . Brad watched as he got an almost imperceptible nod from the boy in his lap. Brad gave Chris’s bottom a tiny swat “words please little boy” Chris sobbed as he squeaked out “I… I’ll be good, I'll obey please just stoppp” Brad gave Chris bum another rub “that’s a good boy” he said as he pulled Chris’s shorts and underwear back in place and raised his arms to released his boy. Chris seemed to move in slow motion as he raised himself from Brad’s lap. Brad gently took hold of the little boy’s wrist so he could keep him close. When Chris refused to meet his eye Brad took hold of his chin and raised his face until their eyes met “I’m so sorry I had to do that kiddo but you can’t push people just because you’re upset that is not how my good little boy acts, is that clear” Chris felt tears forming in his eyes as he tried to nod. He took a shuddering breath then the flood gates opened and he started to sob. “Oh”Brad exclaimed “oh no” he stroked the boys hair “ohh Baby I know, this so hard isn’t it he said stroking the boys cheek then pulling him in to sit on his lap. “I know baby, I know. It’s a lot, but it’s going to be okay, I promise Sweetheart” Brad dropped a kiss on Chris’s hair as he started to rock the little boy “just breathe Baby, you’re safe. I’m here and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of everything. I promise you’re my little boy now Baby and I love you. I love you so much” he said a he gave the boy another kiss. Brad continued to hold his boy until Chris’s sobs stopped and his breathing regulated. Brad gave Chris a small smile as cupped his face and wiped his tears away. The little boy could barely keep his eyes open. Brad dropped a kiss on Chris’s forehead “I think I have a sleepy little boy on my hands, that’s okay baby. You just close your eyes and have a little sleep. We can finish our talk after your nap”. Brad rubbed Chris’s back and continued to rock as his boy fell into a deep sleep. Once he was sure Chris was a sleep Brad pulled the boy against his chest and stood. He was relieved when Chris didn’t stir. He bounced Chris just a bit as he carried him up the stairs to his bedroom and tucked him in to his bed. Chris mumbled softly as he was tucked in but Brad just stroked his hair “shh baby just sleep,Daddy’s here now my love, daddy will take care of everything” once Brad was sure the little boy was out again, he smoothed Chris’s hair a final time and dropped a final kiss on his hair. “Love you Baby” he whispered before leaving the room so his boy could nap in peace.

Part 2 Brad quickly calmed down and set to work matching and folding each outfit. He paused to listen and he was sure he heard the shower go on Brad gathered all the clothes and headed upstairs. His first stop was to Chris’s bedroom. He had no qualms about entering without permission. He was in charge now and he could go where he wanted. He certainly wouldn’t be knocking on any doors. Entering the small bedroom Brad looked around. He was not at all happy with what he saw. This room was boring and bland and far too grownup. It didn’t reflect Chris’s personality or stage of development at all. Well they would have to change that, hopefully quickly. Not wanting to waste time he walked right over to the nearby dresser and quickly filled it with Chris’s new clothing. Brad then decided that now was a great chance to move things forward just a bit. He went to the bathroom door where he could hear the shower still running. Without knocking he walked right in “hey bud” he called out “doing okay in there?” Brad almost laughed out loud as he heard Chris splutter and even though no part of the boy was visibly he could picture him hunching over and covering g his privates “I… what are you doing, why are you in here” Chris asked in panic. As if it was totally normal Brad simply stated “I’m here to get your dirty clothes and anyway I wanted to check on you. I’ve been calling your name but you couldn’t hear me though the door. From now on I think we should probably just leave doors open so we can hear each other okay buddy?” “What?” Chris called out in confusion “I… fine whatever, can you just go” he said in exasperation “Sure bud, I’ll see you downstairs” Brad said as he gathered Chris’s discarded clothing. He then left the room making sure to leave the door ajar. Brad smiled as he made his way downstairs. He went into the kitchen and immediately threw all of Chris’s dirty clothes away. Chris had so many nice new things now that he didn’t need his fake big boy clothes anymore. Brad then went back to the sofa to wait for his little guy. Chris let out a long breath as he turned off the shower. This summer was not going as he had planned. He thought he would get freedom and the whole house to himself but it seemed like he actually got an uninvited roommate on a power trip. Chris didn’t know why he was surprised, his patents didn’t trust him. He had had to fight them tooth and nail to allow him to live away at college and even then they had insisted he stay local “just in case”. They were always saying that “we don’t want you driving just in case” or “ we’d rather take you shopping just in case” the list of things he wasn’t allowed to do even at his age was long and even though his parents denied it, Chris whole heartedly believed it was at least partially due to his size. Being small seemed to affect every aspect of his life from how he was treated to the clothes he could wear and he knew that the fact that he could be distracted and accident prone didn’t help either. It wasn’t even just his parents, everyone seemed to treat Chris like he was years younger than his actual age and now his parents had left and instead of leaving him in charge they had called the kid next door, a kid who was 3 years younger than him. Chris steeled himself, he was the adult here and he would prove that. He would find a way to prove that he could be trusted. With that thought Chris wrapped a towel around himself and headed to his room. Once inside he closed the door and dropped his towel only to hear Brad call up in a calm clear voice “Christopher, what did we just say about closed doors”. Chris scowled, was glad that Brad had called out instead of coming up the stairs, not only because he was naked but also because the spasm of frustration and foot he stomped did not make him look very grownup at all. Regaining his composure Chris went back to his door and yanked it open. He was rewarded with an immediate “thank you” from the first floor and he had to fight down the response he longed to yell out. Instead he stayed silent and turned to the pile of folded clothes on his bed. He couldn’t help but grimace as he looked at the outfit Brad had chosen for him. He looked at the smiling picture of SpongeBob on the shirt and he wanted to rip it up or burn it. It was clear that this outfit was in fact made for an 8 year old or someone even younger. The fact it would fit him and would maybe even be big was such an embarrassment he couldn’t even think about it. With a final sigh of resignation Chris picked up the cars underwear and leaned against his bed so he could pull the juvenile underwear into place. Refusing to acknowledge that the underwear was the perfect size, Chris quickly grabbed the lime green shorts and pulled them on. The fact that these were hand me downs from an 8 year old and the shorts fell past his knees wasn’t lost on Chris as he pulled on the matching t-shirt. Sadly Chris realized that Brad was right there was plenty of room for him to grow into these clothes, not that he would be growing anymore. Once again sighing in frustration Chris looked around. He realized that Brad hadn’t given him any socks. With that thought in mind he headed down stairs happy to at least be able to take control of something and point out a mistake Brad made for once. As Chris bounded down the steps Brad was once again unable to keep the smile off his face. Chris looked every bit the perfect little boy “hey there bud, slow down” Brad said getting to his feet” Chris pulled up short at the bottom of the stairs “umm hi” he said in a nervous tone “you forgot to give me socks” Brad looked at the tiny boy who still had water dripping from his hair and paused. He held up a finger to indicate that he would be right back. Confused and unsure of what was happening Chris just did as he was told and waited. He didn’t have to wait long, Brad returned momentarily holding a fluffy towel which he promptly dropped onto Chris’s head and started to rub vigorously “I think you brought half the shower down with you kiddo, you really need to do a better job drying off” Chris squirmed trying to shrug the towel away “hey get off” came his muffled reply Brad chuckled and pulled the damp towel away “there much better, now what were you saying buddy” Exasperated Chris said “socks, I need socks, you didn’t give me any” Brad eyed his boy sternly “watched the tone please buddy” he warned “that isn’t how we speak to our friends” as he spoke he looked Chris right in the eyes and refused to break eye contact” Feeling the challenge Chris looked away first “fine sorry” he mumbled Brad nodded “that’s a good boy and you’re right I totally forgot, last summer Max went through this phase where he just refused to wear socks” Chris stared at Brad trying to figure out what he was talking about and how this effected him. Interpreting Chris’s look of confusion Brad continued “don’t worry he wears socks now but he spent pretty much the whole summer barefoot so I guess you will too” he said with a shrug “What! No…I can’t” Chris said in disbelief “I.. I need socks” he finished lamely “No really” Brad said casually “it’s summer, it’s not like you’ll be cold. Plenty of little boys don’t ever wear shoes or socks, like I said Max didn't all summer” “But I’m not some little kid” Chris snapped “and I want to wear socks” he said unable to keep the whine out of his voice. Brad rolled his eyes “well true I guess you’re not technically a little boy but you are kind of dressed like one, anyway, it’s not like you have a job or anything to dress up for and since I’m the one stuck doing all the laundry this will actually save me a lot of work so no socks end of discussion” Brad said with a note of finality in his voice Chris didn’t know what to do or say “I… but I can’t just stay barefoot all the time, what about when I go out” he asked with a note of defiance Brad smiled “oh it’s fine buddy, I put Max’s old summer shoes right by the door” he pointed to the hallway where he had placed a tiny pair of flip flops and a small pair a Cars themed clogs “see buddy those are all yours now. No need for socks and you can just slip them on if we go anywhere but from now on, let’s just say, no shoes in the house. We can avoid messes that way since we need to do all the cleaning” Feeling totally trapped Chris seemed to tense “fine, whatever” he mumbled. Brad put a calm but firm hand on Chris’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze “that seemed to be your favorite thing to say buddy but it’s kind of disrespectful, can you think of a better way to say it” he encouraged. When Brad didn’t release him, Chris knew he had no choice but to answer if he wanted this to be over. He took a deep breath “I… sorry, I understand, no shoes or socks in the house” Brad nodded “that’s a good boy and I guess the rule is technically no shoes in the house, no socks at all but you get the gist” Chris looked like he wanted to say something angry instead shrugged off Brad’s hand, averted his eyes and looked down. Noticing something his head snapped back up “hey you’re wearing shoes and socks in the house” he said in an accusatory tone. Brad looked right into Chris’s eyes and firmly stated “well I have plenty of socks and you and your parents have all said that you are pretty accident prone” he let his words hang in the air until he got a nod. “since I think we both know that I’m going to be the one doing most of the cleaning I think the no shoes in the house rule only applies to you so does the open door rule” When Chris looked like he wanted to protest Brad held up a hand “look buddy, I just want to keep you safe, safety is my biggest priority and I think that since we are going to be living together all summer, we are just going to have to accept that there are going to be times, maybe lots of times where we have different rules because we need different things. Does that make sense?” Brad finished gently “Fine, whatever” Chris mumbled “Christopher what did we just talk about” Brad admonished “care to try that again little guy” Chris looked embarrassed “oh ah sorry… yes I won’t wear shoes in the house and it makes sense that we might have different rules sometimes I guess” Brad smiled “good boy, now do you think that maybe we should have a talk about rules and expectations since we are going to be roomies all summer” Chris didn’t like this, he was feeling all trapped again but recognizing that he had no choice, he nodded “fi…sure” he corrected himself then sat back. Waiting for Brad to begin.

Part 1 Brad eagerly looked out the window as he watched his neighbors car drive away. He knew Mr and Mrs Walters were leaving for almost the whole summer to visit family and they were leaving their son Chris behind. As Brad watched out the window he saw Chris wave goodbye He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, the boy, Chris was adorable. he was so small, around 5 feet tall with reddish blond hair and blue eyes. Brad had noticed in the past few year that Chris was doing everything he could to look older and more mature but it wasn’t working. The adult clothes he was wearing just made him look like he was playing dress up and Brad was almost sure that everything he had on was at least two sizes too big. Brad wasn’t going to let that continue, he was going to spend the summer reminding Chris of his place, reminding him that he was just a little boy. The fact that Chris was 20 and had just finish his sophomore year of college didn’t matter at all. To Brad, the fact the Chris was almost 3 years older than him mattered even less.. By the time the summer ended, Chris would be his little boy. Unlike Chris, Brad was tall and strong. He looked every bit the man that Chris didn’t. He had always been big for his age just as Chris had always been tiny. Brad’s family had lived across the street from Chris’s for their whole lives and Brad could vaguely remember being smaller than Chris when he was very young but by the time he was 7 he had caught up to his ten year old neighbor and by the time he was 10 he had well surpassed Chris as had all of his peers. By the 5th grade, Chris was the smallest child in his class, a fact that fallowed him all though school. Because Brad had always known him, the reality of Chris’s size did hit him until he reached high school. Once they were in the same school Brad got a first hand look at just how much less developed Chris was than his peers. He watched as Chris ran around after the other boys trying and failing to fit in. It was hard to be like everyone else when you looked like you belong more in the elementary school than the high school. It was then that Brads obsession started. He started to image himself hugging the tiny boy or picking him up can carrying him home. He even imagined himself kneeling down in front of Chris and asking if he had to go potty. Of course, he never got his chance. Chris insisted on acting like a big boy and the timing was just off. Being a freshman Brad’s schedule was never the same as Chris’s who was a senior. It also wasn’t cool for upperclassmen to associate with younger kids so other than a friendly wave Chris didn’t talk to Brad much. On top of that it took time for Brad to work though the fantasies in his head and figure out that he really wanted Chris. He wanted to be his daddy. Brad spent almost a whole year watching Chris. But by the time he had cleared his head and felt confident enough to make a move, the year was over then Chris was off to college. He had missed his opportunity. Well that wouldn’t happen again. This time Brad had a plan and Chris would be his. The plan was simple enough and had fallen into his lap completely by luck. Mr and Mrs. Walters were going away and they were worried about leaving their little guy all by himself all summer so they had asked Brad’s parents to keep tabs on him, check on him and manage the money they had left him. Seizing his chance Brad had convinced his parents that it would be less embarrassing for Chris if they let him handle it. He told them that he would present it to Chris like they were just hanging out, he would even stay across the street for the summer. He promised that Chris would never know that he was actually babysitting him if he could help it. Brad had worried that he had taken things a step too far by using the b word but much to his surprise his parents had loved the idea. In fact they loved it so much that they even talked to Chris’s parents about it. To Brad’s delight m they also loved the idea. Mr and Mrs Walters expressed so much relief that they didn’t have to leave their little boy all alone that they even agreed to pay Brad and give him the use of their spare car so he could take Chris places when needed. Brad couldn’t believe his luck. He was now Chris’s official babysitter. Chris was his and he had all summer to turn Chris into his perfect little boy. Brad had once again been struck by the luck of perfect timing when he had gone over to the Walters house the day before Chris came home. They had given him keys, a credit card and asked him to help Chris get a whole new summer wardrobe as most of his clothes had fallen victim to some kind of laundry accident while Chris was at school and doing his own wash. Brad had eagerly agreed and in a flash of inspiration had mentioned that his cousin had recently left in his family’s possession a huge bag of his old clothes to donate but he was sure they would fit Chris perfectly. The ever budget conscious Walters had been grateful and delighted at the opportunity to save money. Brad had not mentioned that his cousin Max had just turned 9 years old. That didn’t matter Brad just knew that Chris would look great in his hand me downs. So Brad watched with anticipation as his neighbors car drove away and little Chris turned and went back into his house. He could barely contain his nervous energy as he gathered the giant bag of clothes and headed across the street. He paused trying to decide how best to proceed. Deciding it might work best to throw Chris off balance just a bit Brad took out his new key and unlocked the door without knocking. After all, he was the man of the house now, why should he knock. Stepping through the door of the house he now considered his home for the summer Brad called out “ hello Chris, you here buddy. It’s Brad from across the street” he looked around waiting for a response. The response came almost immediately as Chris came skidding down the stairs in near panic “who…who is it, why are you in my house” It took a minute for Chris to register who Brad was. Taking a deep breath he said “oh ah Brad it’s you. Why did you come over” he asked with some surprise in his voice. “Hey Bud” Brad smiled, he walked over to the smaller boy and gave him a pat on the back making sure to show off his imposing height and the stark difference between them. Brad said “I know it’s been a while Christopher but usually we say hello when we see someone we know” he paused for affect and waited for his words sink in. Much to his delight Chris slowly nodded at the gentle admonishment “Right, sorry…Hi Brad” he said softly then add “it’s been a while, I didn’t recognize you. You’re so big” Brad chuckled “well you haven’t changed at all buddy, I’d know you anywhere” he reached out to ruffled the smaller boy’s hair. Chris made no effort to resist the affectionate gesture as he he asked again “so why are you here” Brad reluctantly pulled his hand away “oh didn’t your parents tell you? I offered to keep you company while they’re gone. I’m going to be staying here with you. Like a sleepover” Chris looked bewildered and nonplussed “what” he spluttered “oh no, that won’t be necessary. I mean it’s nice and all but I’m fine, I’m just going to hang out all summer.really, I’m fine” Brad shook his head “sorry bud, a promise is a promise and I told your parents I’d stay with you. Anyway I think you might get pretty bored here all by yourself” Chris looked unsure so Brad went in for the kill “anyway, your parents gave me these” he proudly held up the key ring they had given him with the house and car keys on it. “And this” he held up his credit card “so that I can help you out around here” Chris’s expression changed from confusion to horror “I don’t understand why did they give those to you… we never even talk about money” Chris seemed to realize. In a pleasant tone Brad said “your mom and dad said something about you not being able to drive because of car insurance” that wasn’t true, actually they said that they didn’t want Chris driving because he was too nervous and was never big enough to drive the car comfortably but he didn’t need to know that. Once Chris nodded reluctantly Brad continued in an almost apologetic tone “and they asked me to handle the money stuff because they said it was hard for you and you had some ummm spending problems while you were away”. This part was true. Brad watched as Chris turned pink and gave a tiny embarrassed nod “yah I guess” he mumbled “So I think that means you’re stuck with me little buddy and that we’re going to have to work as a team. Do you think you can do that” Brad asked Brad waited for Chris to give another reluctant nod before he continued “okay, great well I think the first thing we need to figure out together is your clothing situation, your mom mentioned something about a problem with laundry and you needing almost a whole new wardrobe?” “Ah… yah” Chris said sheepishly “used too much bleach I guess and everything was ruined so” he shrugged Brad smiled “well that’s okay no big deal, I’ll just handle the laundry and as far as clothes I think we got lucky because my cousin just had a major growth spurt and I think all of his old stuff should fit you” he indicated the giant bag by his side. “Oh” Chris said eyeing “I thought I was going to to get all new clothes” Brad shook his head “sorry buddy no, this whole arrangement with you being here and your parents being away all summer is going to be pretty expensive so this is a good way to save money. Anyway, you know how frugal your mom is. She loved this idea” he paused “should we go take a look” he motioned to the nearby sofa. He picked up his bag walked over to the sofa then took a seat waiting for Chris to follow. Chris sighed before walking to the sofa and reluctantly taking a seat on the other side of the couch. Brad smiled he opened the bag and started to pull out articles of clothing “there’s lots of stuff in here so you should be set for the whole summer” he said as he began pulling things out of the bag. Much to Brad’s delight the bag was full of brightly colored t-shirts and tank tops all emblazoned with popular cartoon characters. Each t-shirt came with matching elastic waist shorts. These outfits would be appropriate for a little boy to wear as casual play clothing or pajamas but Brad had already decided that his little boy would wear them as his everyday clothes since they were all he had. Chris looked up at Brad in horror “ I can’t wear any of this, this stuff is for little kids” Brad shrugged “well… yah, my cousin is 9 so these were his clothes last summer when he was 8 but…” Brad paused to hold up a shirt “everything will totally fit you, in fact they’re big enough for you to grow into” he said casually. Chris went wide eyed “no way man… I can’t, I won’t” he said in a paniced voice . Brad fixed Chris with a calm look “sorry buddy but you will, like you said you don't have anything else and your mom already said we can’t go out and buy anything if there are perfectly good clothes right here so this is all you have” he motioned to the pile of clothes that now littered the sofa. Chris opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then having no real response he simply nodded and closed his mouth. Brad smiled and he continued to pull clothes out of the bag “so we have plenty of shorts and shirts, there are a couple of fun hoodies that should fit and what’s this” he said out loud as his hand found a smaller bag inside the larger one. Brad pulled out a shopping bag and opened it up for them both to see. The contents made Brad chuckle as Chris groaned. Inside the bag there had to be at least 5 large unopened bags or cartoon underroos all featuring different cartoon characters and brightly colored piping around the edges. “Wow” Brad said “these are brand new, my aunt must have bought these right before Max’s last growth spurt but they’ll be totally fine for you” Chris had a small spasm “Do I have to” he whined “can’t we just” Brad cut him off “sorry buddy no, your mom was clear you’re to wear anything that fits” he gave the boy a sort look “and this will all fit” Chris looked like he was caught somewhere between tears and fury, Not wanting him to give into either Brad quickly stood up “okay well, I’m guessing you’ve been in those clothes for at least 2 days since you just got home and don’t have much else” “Umm 3” Chris mumbled uncertainly “it’s been 3 days since I had to throw everything away” “3 days” Brad said with an edge to his voice “you haven’t changed your clothes in 3 days, I’m guessing you haven’t showered since then either” he gave Chris a pointed look. Chris looked down and shrugged “I guess not” he said in clear embarrassment “no point” he mumbled Brad nodded decisively “well then we need to take care of that right now” at random he grabbed a lime green shorts set that turned out to have Sponge Bob on it and then ripped open a bag of underwear he threw a red and white pair of cars themed briefs on the pile then handed everything to Chris. “we can do a better job of coordinating tomorrow but for now you go shower and change and I’ll clean this up” With a final huff Chris silently took the clothes and moved to obey knowing he had no choice. Brad watched the little boy ascend the stairs before doing a silent happy dance and grinning ear to ear.

Part 3 As they stepped out of the door Joe was immediately hit with new sensations. He felt the cool air hit his face and gave a little shiver as he unconsciously burrowed into his daddy’s side. He also felt the cold pavement under his bare feet. This was a feeling that was so familiar to him yet foreign at the same time. Most tangibly it represented a loss of control in his own life and at the same time a feeling of coming home to Daddy and being wrapped safely in the warm blanket of his love. Joe was pulled from his thoughts by a squeeze on his hand as Tim spoke “Daddy made sure that it was safe for his little boy’s feet out here so you don’t have to worry baby” Joe nodded, he would have been shocked if Tim hadn’t taken this step he was Joe’s daddy after all and he took that job very seriously. They continued to the car every step made Joe more aware that he was barefoot and reenforced that he had no say in that. He didn’t bother to bring this up to Daddy as he knew he already knew and that this was what he wanted . This was how Daddy wanted him and he would be whatever Daddy wanted. When they got to the car Joe froze in dismay. The car itself wasn’t the problem, what he saw inside the car was. In the back seat of the car clearly visible was a high backed car seat with a five point harness. It looked exactly like a car seat designed for a baby accept it was proportioned for someone around Joe’s size, he knew without a doubt he would easily fit and he realized it was just for him. Joe blinked hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him but was forced to admit they weren’t. He blushed realizing the implications of this new baby seat, his new baby seat. Without meaning to he spluttered “I… Daddy! why is that in my seat?” he pointed to the car seat. I don’t need that” he whined. Tim looked completely nonplussed at the mini meltdown “Joey, that’s enough baby I know this is new but it’s no big deal, it’s just a car seat and not that daddy needs to explain himself to little boys but actually baby you DO need this. Based on your height and weight it’s the safest option. You know that your safety is the most important thing to daddy so from now on the rule is that anytime you’re in a car you’ll be in a car seat”. Joe’s eyes went wide as he looked from daddy to his new car seat and back again, it was going to be hard enough to explain his new bedtime to Julie, Joe could he ever explain a car seat. He couldn’t let this happen. “NO” he balled his little fists and stomped his tiny foot in emphasis unaware of how much it made him resemble a toddler having a tantrum “Da…Tim you can’t do this! It’s, it’s not fair I’m big.. I drive now! I dont need a baby seat you you never made me use it before and it’s embarrassing everyone will see!” Joe practically wailed as tears formed in his eyes. Tim’s nostrils flared dangerously “you have one second to rethink that statement before Daddy gives you an ouchi bum bum” he waited Joe looked guilty and bit his lip. An ouchi bum bum was Tim’s way of threatening him with a spanking and he knew from experience that Tim would deliver that threat no matter where they were if he was naughty enough. He also knew that calling daddy by his first name was considered very naughty. “I…sorry Daddy” he said as tears gathered in his eyes. Tim nodded “why are you sorry baby” Joe took a calming breath and spoke “I shouldn’t have called you that name you’re my daddy and I call you daddy” that lesson had been engraved in his brain long ago. Tim nodded and stroked the boy’s cheeks wiping his tears away “that’s right Baby you do, I’m your daddy, now are you ready to get into your car seat like a good boy” Joe pulled away shaking his head frantically “No Daddy no please I don’t need it please” he whined Tim pursed his lips “Baby Daddy isn’t trying to embarrass you but you do need this. It’s about safety and you won’t be embarrassed because you’re just a little boy and the world will just see a little boy in his car seat and as far as Julie goes it doesn’t really matter what she thinks you’re my baby, I make the rules and what’s your job? Hmm” Tim prompted Joe took a shuttering breath “to…to obey daddy” he said sadly Tim nodded “so are you ready to be a good boy and get into your car seat” Joe nodded to “yes daddy.. I’ll be good” he said quietly as he accepted his fate. Daddy had decided he got no say in the matter. Now smiling Tim opened the door and lifted Joe into the waiting car seat “see baby you fit perfectly” he said as he adjusted the straps and clicked them in place between Joe’s legs. Joe just nodded and looked out the window as Tim closed the car door then got in the front seat and started the car. As they drove Joe tore his eyes from the window and looked down at his own toes. He wiggled them just bit as he stared down. It was struck by how far off the ground they were, his feet couldn’t even almost touch the floor and it made him feel very small, tiny even. Maybe daddy was right. He really was a baby. Joe didn’t have much time to worry as very quickly they pulled into the nearby mall for the next part of their day. As Tim parked the car and got out Joe was trying and failing to unbuckle himself. As he struggled with the complicated buckled he made whining sounds. He was so engrossed that he didn’t even notice Tim opening his door until he felt a hand cover his own to still it “baby stop you’re not supposed to mess with your buckle it’s there to keep you safe only a grownup can do it so from now on, it’s a daddy job, just leave it to a grownup. Joe instantly stopped, somehow Tim’s words made him feel better, of course he couldn’t work the complicated latch he wasn’t a grownup he was just a baby. He let his hand drop to his side as Tim pressed a button and easily released his boy. Letting the now loose straps fall away Tim lifted Joe onto his arms and shut the door “come on baby let’s go shopping” Without thinking Joe wrapped his arms around His daddy’s neck as Tim settled him onto his hip with a little bounce “okay daddy” he said in reply. Joe didn’t bother asking what their plan was, like always Daddy would take him wherever they needed to go. Daddy was in control. Tim carried Joe through the crowd and into Target. He grabbed a shopping and pulled it out with practiced ease while shifting Joe in his arms “okay baby do you want to walk or ride” he asked. Joe looked down at his bare feet. He bit his lip considering. He knew Daddy wouldn’t offer him shoes. Daddy believed that he was too little for shoes and kept him barefoot whenever possible. He didn’t really want to walk around barefoot in public but he also didn’t want to be trapped in the seat of a shopping cart like a baby for everyone to see. He looked up at Tim “I… can I walk daddy” he made his decision in the form of a question rather than a statement knowing that Daddy would like that better. It always had to be Tim’s choice. Daddy made all the choices he just obeyed. Tim nodded “sure Baby just remember to stay with me and to either hold on to Daddy or the cart at all times”. Joe nodded and dutifully took hold of the cart quickly to show daddy what a good and obedient little boy he could be. Tim smiled and pushed the cart slowly enjoying the plip plop of Joe’s little feet as they walked. Their first stop was to the boys clothing section Tim looked down at his little boy “here we go baby, let’s get you some real clothes so we can throw the silly things you’re wearing away. He almost shuddered as he talked. Joe looked away from Tim and couldn’t help but roll his eyes just a little at Tim’s dramatic reaction to his clothing. He looked down at the basic black T-shirt and jeans know that he’d be saying goodbye to them soon. Seemingly ignoring all of the clothing that could be described as even slightly mature Tim went straight to a rack of outfits consisting of brightly colored shorts with matching cartoon themed t-shirts and immediately started to load several into the cart. Joe rolled his eyes once again, this wasn’t a surprise. This was exactly how Tim had dressed him all though college. He became so used to loose fitting elastic shorts and slip on shoes that by the time he was allowed to dress himself again it was like he had to relearn skills tying his shoes and using snaps and buttons. If he was honest he had never gotten very good at then and part of Joe already recognized that this was for the best. Joe couldn’t make out any specific characters but watched as bright red went into the cart first followed by electric blue, lime green, lemon yellow, and purple. Many colors were repeated and Joe lost track of how many outfits Tim got. Finally, Tim held up two outfits showing them to Joe, one had red shorts a a picture of Mickey Mouse smiling on the T-shirt. The other was green with SpongeBob” which do you want to wear today Baby” he asked. Joe looked at his options and gulped, he knew these were his only two choices, choosing between these brightly colored juvenile outfits would be the only tiny amount of control he was allowed and he wasn’t going to waste it. He looked between the two outfits neither was any more mature than the other and both were very bright so he shrugged and pointed to Mickey, he liked him better. “Can I wear Mickey please Daddy” Tim smiled “sure Baby let’s go into the dressing room and get you changed” he grabbed the requested outfit and took Joe’s hand leading him into a nearby changing room. As he was being pulled along Joe struggled just a bit, “wait Daddy we can’t, we haven’t bought them yet” he stammered hoping to buy himself more time with his grownup clothes” Tim just shook his head “don’t worry silly, once you’re changed into your nice new outfit daddy will just keep the tag and pay for it at the register” Joe went limp and accepted his fate, with his very weak argument easily thwarted he walked meekly into the changing room with his daddy. Tim walked Joe into the largest stall and latched the door. He placed Joe in the center of the small room then dropped to his knees in front of his boy and started to unbutton his jeans. Joe squirmed just slightly but knew better than to get in daddy’s way. He noted as he let Tim do his work that this was the only time that they were almost the same height although he had to admit that Tim still had a slight advantage. He didn’t have to wait long for his pants to come undone and pool around his ankles “step out Baby” Tim gently commanded. wordlessly Joe obeyed. Tim quickly picked up Joe’s discarded jeans and balled them up before throwing them into the corner. He turned back to his boy “okay baby raise your arms for daddy” once again Joe did as he was told. He stood there in his childish underwear as he watched his T-shirt get thrown away with his pants. Joe felt exposed as he watched Tim remove the outfit from its hanger and tear off the tags. Tim held out the bright red shorts for Joe “here baby step in. He raised them and pulled them up his boys leg and brought them to Joes waist with a snap. Next he held up the T-shirt “ok baby almost done just raise your arms one more time. Joe obeyed and Tim maneuvered the shirt over Joes arms and pulled it down to cover his tummy “there now my baby is all dressed” he said with a smile. Tim stood and held out his hand come on baby we have a few more things to grab” Joe looked in the corner where his discarded clothes still lay and nodded wordlessly “daddy umm what about my clothes” he pointed to the corner Tim sounded slightly annoyed as he shook his head “no Baby we don’t need those anymore they’ll just throw them in the trash where they belong” one again he offered Joe his hand slightly impatiently this time. Joe nodded silently and took Tim’s hand. He was led out of the changing room and back to the cart. Tim released Joe’s hand and waited for him to grab the cart before starting off “okay baby, all we need are some nighties for you and then some more appropriate shoes” Joe looked around in horror as Tim talked about getting him nighties like it was the most natural thing in the world, which to him it clearly was. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that there was no one in earshot. Joe dutifully held onto the carriage as they left the boys section and made their way next door to the section usually intended for little girls and right to the sleepwear. Joe tried to look causal as he watched his daddy examine all of the nighties and night shirts. Joe took a deep breath he wasn’t sure why this was bothering him so much, this wasn’t even new, all though college nighties were the only kind of sleepwear Tim would allow Joe to wear and they had a set routine. They would return from dinner at 5:15 and Tim would immediately take Joe to the big boy bathroom to do a potty on the big toilet and then he would give him a bath in the only shower stall that had a bathtub in it. After his bath Tim would wrap Joe in a towel and bring him back to their room where he was allowed to choose which nightie he wanted to wear. His collection of nighties was a mix of traditional girls night shirts and old t shirts of Daddy’s. Joe would then spend the rest of the night until bedtime in his nightie and this never stopped Tim from answering the door or inviting people over or even taking Joe to visit friends, Joe being in his nightie was just an ordinary part of life for Tim and seemed to be as normal and uneventful as whatever clothing he happened to be wearing. What was maybe worse was that no one ever gave Joe a hard time or an odd look when he walked around in his nightie and he had to admit that this was because he was just a little boy in a night shirt, no one saw this as strange or unusual because it wasn’t” Joe shook himself from his thoughts as he tried to look disinterested, he hoped if he looked bored then no one would realize these were intended for him but that hope was dashed when Tim picked up a nightshirt and brought it to Joe’s chest to test for size and length. Satisfied, he nodded and dropped it into the shopping cart before selecting a few more. “Now for shoes”Tim said as the left the girls department. Joe smiled in relief, at least this part wouldn’t be quite as embarrassing. Joe remained silent as they made their way to the children’s section of the shoe department. When they got to the boys isle Tim stopped “okay baby we need everything so you need flip flops, clogs and even a pair of sneakers okay” Joe nodded in surprise, sneakers were not something that daddy usually liked him to wear. Tim watched Joe scan the isle and chuckled. He placed a restraining hand on the little boys shoulder “before we start looking sweetheart, daddy has a question for you. When you came home yesterday…” Joe’s eyes went wide and he got a warm feeling in his tummy. He was home and both him and daddy knew it. The thought made him smile briefly before he shook himself awake “I…what did you say Daddy ” he asked in a sing sing voice. Tim chuckled and tapped Joe on the nose “when daddy says something it’s your job to listen okay silly boy” he admonished lightly. “I said when you came home yesterday I noticed that your little shoes were all untied, are you still having a hard time with laces sweetheart” he emphasized the word still as he stroked Joe’s cheek. Joe blanched, he swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded “ I… yes Daddy”he admitted sadly “tying is still really tricky for me so I just tuck my laces inside my shoes but that’s not real comfy and they come loose a lot” he justified. Tim looked at Joe with genuine sympathy “oh Baby” he cooed as he fussed with Joe’s hair “see, this is exactly what I was saying before, you’ve been pretending to be an adult for almost 4 years and you still can’t tie your own shoes” he shook his head “well no more pretending you’re not a grownup or a big boy or even a little boy, you are a baby and babies don’t need to worry about shoe tying or big boy laces at all . You can’t get it and you never will, you’re just too little and that’s okay, isn’t it my baby?” he asked softly. Joe looked abashed but nodded gently. Tim smiled “my good boy so what’s the new rule sweetheart?” He asked Joe opened his mouth “I…I’m not big enough for shoes with laces cause I’m too little to tie my own them, it’s hard” he almost whined Tim nodded “that’s a good baby, so let’s get you a pair with Velcro, maybe one of those nice light up pairs. Here, you wait right here while daddy finds the perfect ones” he led Joe over to a small bench and lifted him onto it then turned and began to scan scan the rack for options. He was so engrossed that he missed the look of panic on Joes face at the mention of light up shoes. As Joe waited for his daddy to choose shoes for him, he absently kicked his feet which were once again dangling inches from the ground. Looking down he was struck with the same feeling as earlier. His feet couldn’t even reach the floor, he was just a tiny boy in a world build for much bigger people, for grownups and he needed a grownup to take care of him and keep him safe, he needed daddy to keep him safe. Regardless of the lies he had been telling himself over the last 4 years that was the truth. Daddy had shown him that when they first met and it was no less true today than it was then. Joe was a little boy who needed his daddy to take care of him. He couldn’t help but smile as acceptance washed over him. It didn’t take long for Tim to return laden with boxes. He set them down next to Joe then knelt in front of him. Joe didn’t bother looking at the sizes on the boxes. Numbers were irrelevant just like everything else in his life, Daddy know what best was best for his little boy. Joe know that Daddy had his own system for picking out his shoes and he never questioned it. In truth Tim never bought Joe shoes in his actual size, they were always either a size too big or a size too small. This ensured that Joe would have trouble keeping them on his feet. Daddy was adamant that it wasn’t that the shoes were the wrong size it was just that Joe’s feet were too little and he was bad at shoes. While in college shoes were always a struggle for Joe, they were either ouchi and pinchie to the point where Joe was constantly taking them off any chance he got or they would fly off his feet while he was walking . This lead to endless frustration for Joe not to mention, more than a few lost shoes but daddy never seemed to mind he would just hug his baby and smile saying something like “it’s okay baby boy shoes are hard for my little guy I know”. Despite the fact that It had been 4 years Joe still had a lot of anxiety around wearing shoes and keeping them on. This wasn’t made any easier by his struggle to tie them. Though Joe looked at shoes as a symbol of his new adult life, he was also able to admit to himself that be was excited to be daddy’s barefoot little boy again because daddy loved that version of him best and he was safe from all harm. Tim knelt down in front of Joe and opened the first box to reveal a pair of flip flops. They were bright blue and had pictures of SpongeBob on them. “Here baby, give me your foot” he said and held his hand open. Without hesitation joe lifted his Little foot and placed it in Daddy’s waiting hand. Tim gave his foot a squeeze before sliding it into the flip flop. Joe immediately noticed that these were large on him but knew better than to say anything. Daddy knew best. Tim repeated the process with the other flip flop “okay baby, give daddy a little walk” Tim said releasing Joe’s flip flop encased feet. Joe stood and walked a few steps then circled back. Joe couldn’t help but notice that even as he walked he had to concentrate and walk slowly to keep the shoes on his feet. Tim smiled “those are perfect” Joe just gave a small nod. He knew better than to disagree. Much to his surprise Joe next found himself in a pair of Velcro Spider-Man light up sneakers. Joe tried to stand perfectly still when Tim ordered him to wiggle his toes as he pressed the top of the sneakers. Tim smiled at his little boy “these are pretty cool aren’t they baby?” Seeing no choice Joe nodded “these almost make it seem like you’re a big boy don’t they baby?” Again, Joe just nodded “and they’re nice and comfy right baby” again Joe nodded “they’ll be fine to wear sockless” Tim said this more to himself. “Lots of little boys wear sneakers with no socks” Joe wasn’t at all surprised by this, Joe already knew that their life together didn’t include him wearing socks ever. “Okay baby let’s make sure you can slip those off, I don't want you Messing with the Velcro it can be almost as tough as laces for little boys like you. “Yes daddy” Joe said as he easily slipped the too big sneakers off his feet. After putting the tiny sneakers back in their box Tim set down a pair of bright blue crocs. He looked at Joe beaming “look baby they’re just like your school shoes!” He said with excitement. Joe nodded in recognition, the clogs in front of him were identical to the the pair he wore all through college. Tim always called them his school shoes because he was they were the only shoes Tim allowed Joe to wear to class or at all. Tim firmly believed that these were Joe’s big boy shoes and big boy shoes were only to be worn for school the rest of the time Joe wore flip flops or more often just went barefoot. Joe wiggled his foot into the waiting too tight shoe. And flexed his toes for Tim. Despite being slightly too small they fit fine and were as comfortable as joe remembered. He nodded “these are great Daddy, can we get them please” Joe asked hoping to please his daddy. Tim nodded with a smile, “of course Baby, in fact why don’t you just wear them for the day” Tim said as he slipped the other tiny shoe on for Joe and stood. Joe looked down at his new shoes. It was almost like the last 4 years never happened. He looked up as a tiny smiled played on his lips and nodded. “Now what Daddy” he asked as he held out a hand for his daddy to take. Tim placed all 3 boxes in the cart then took Joe’s tiny hand in his and led the little boy on. He waited a minute before replying “we just have one more thing to get baby, we need to get you some diapers”. Joe froze on the spot. His eyes went wide with panic “I…Daddy no! I don’t need diapers” he spoke in an urgent whisper hoping no one could hear him. Tim looked at him with mild surprise “Baby” he cooed “we both know that’s not true now you wet the bed all though college and I’m sure it won’t be long until you start again now that the rules are back in place . Do you really think Daddy’s wrong?” The rules! Joe shuddered even as he whispered a feeble “no” and attempted to blink back tears. To say that Joe was a bedwetter wasn’t exactly fair. He had wet the bed without control until the 8th grade but then he came up with an easy solution to his embarrassing problem. He would wake up every couple of hours to pee. Once he started that he never wet the bed again at least, until college. Once Tim and Joe got to know each other and started to share a bed Tim had noticed how often Joe was getting up at night. He immediately made a rule that once daddy put him to bed Joe wasn’t allowed to leave bed until the morning or more specifically until daddy said he could. From that point on Joe never had a dry night again until after graduation when he was away from Tim and allowed to set his own sleep schedule. On the first night of Tim’s new bedtime rule Joe had gone to bed hopeful, he figured that his bladder must have grown since 8th grade which he later realized was silly considering No other part of him had. At this point Joe and Tim had lived together for less than a week but from Day 1 Tim had been developing rules for their shared space the majority of which only applied to Joe. Tim was truly an imposing figure both physically and emotionally, he seemed to have control over everything. Joe was starting to feel like he had less freedom in college than he had in high school or even middle school but Tim also made him feel so safe and so loved that he couldn’t bring himself to say no to him. Joe had been raised by his emotionally distant aunt and uncle and after years of feeling unwanted and unloved Tim was so kind and so openly affectionate that Joe felt incredibly grateful. Tim had willingly taken Joe into his bed when he was scared without even a seconds hesitation and all Tim asked in return was that Joe follow some rules. So far the rules were easy, Joe wasn’t allowed to wear shoes or socks in the room or anywhere Tim told him not to. He had to ask Tim if he wanted to leave the room for any reason, Tim was in charge of Joe’s phone and wallet and Joe had to get ready for bed right after dinner. Tim had also developed a habit of tucking Joe into bed at whatever time deemed appropriate and then joining the little boy later when he was tired. Joe couldn’t prove it he thought his bedtime was getting earlier as the days went on. After the second night of them sleeping in the same bed Tim decided that it was time for a new rule. He was helping Joe pick out his clothes when he spoke “okay buddy I’ve noticed that you get out of bed a lot to use the potty” Joe bristled at Tim’s use of the word potty but nodded “I just have to pee a lot I guess” Tim nodded back but said “here’s the thing kiddo getting up that much isn’t good for you, it makes it impossible for you to get any deep sleep and it’s keeping me up too so the new rule is that once I tuck you in at night, you don’t get out of bed until I say you can in the morning” he paused “that should be an issues right little guy” Joe bit his lip but nodded once again. Surly he could make it all night without having to pee, he was an adult in college now and he supposed it really wasn’t fair to keep bothering Tim at night. “That’s fine” Joe said with only a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Great” Tim smiled back “ Knew it wouldn’t a big deal” Joe went to bed that night telling himself that it would be fine and he could stay dry. He didn’t even make until Tim joined him in bed however before he woke up wet and burst into tears. Tim who seemed to be just getting ready for bed immediately went to his roommate. Much to Joe’ surprise he wasn’t upset at all, he was kind and calm as could be. He efficiently removed a Joe’s wet clothes and quickly wiped him down with baby wipes before redressing him. He then took Joe in his arms and settled them both in the bed that used to be Joe’s. The last thing Joe remembered before drifting to sleep was Tim kissing his hair and whispering “don’t you worry little one, I’ll take care of this in the morning. Joe didn’t know what Tim meant but feeling safe and loved he fell asleep in Tim’s arms. It was the next day that Tim reintroduced Joe to diapers which he accepted with minimal fuss. Whether it was the size of his bladder or knowledge that he was back in diapers no matter what Joe never knew, but it didn’t really matter, either way he didn’t have a dry night for the next 4 years and it very quickly reached the point where he was diapered for every night and nap and even long trips. Joe shook his head a bit clearing the memory from his brain. As he stood there holding the shopping cart and waiting for Daddy to return with his diapers. He glanced in a mirror located on the end of the isle across from him and the sight before him took his breath away. In the mirror he saw a little boy who was holding a shopping cart and clearly waiting for his grownup. He wore red elastic waisted shorts and a red t shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. He watched as the little boy absently slid his tiny foot in and out of his bright blue croc repeatedly tapping his toes against the back of the shoe before sliding his foot back in to repeat the whole process. This was no grown up, what he saw was a very little boy looking back at him. In fact that little boy couldn’t be older than 6, maybe younger even. Joe knew right then in his heart that he really was just a baby and he surprising himself, he broke into a smile. Tim quickly returned with two packs of diapers and added them to the cart. He saw Joe looking at his own reflection and smiling. He stroked Joes hair “you are too cute for words baby boy” Joe turned to Tim and raised his arms in a silent request to be picked up. Tim immediately obliged giving his baby a cuddle before setting it him in the seat of the carriage. Without asking he removed Joe’s shoes and gave his foot a tickle causing the little boy to giggle and kick his little feet.Tim smiled at Joe as he started to push the cart. Joe watched his daddy as he steered them toward their next adventure. He continued to smiled and swing his bare feet. He was the perfect image of a happy toddler in the care of his daddy. He didn’t know what they were doing next. That was Daddy’s job. Joe’s job was to be good and obey his daddy. He was a baby. He was Daddy’s tiny baby and he knew it now without any doubt.