The Temptation of Adam (Parts 1-27)

[Nomadic]

Part 1
 

I can’t say I was in a bright point of my life, literally or figuratively. The perpetual darkness of third shift work coupled with the lackluster performance in my freshman year of college and losing my girlfriend of two years only a month before had sent me down a spiral of depression that I wasn’t certain would have an achievable recovery. I thought when I graduated from high school that I’d had life all figured out. I would take the job working the night shift at the airport for a few years, then go on to become a hot-shot business man or advertising executive. The airport would provide me with free tuition to the university a few hours from my home town, and the degree would get me the rest of the way.

I guess to tell you a little bit about myself... I’m Adam Stafford. I’m the youngest child of Dennis and Joanne Stafford, and brother to Megan. I grew up in a small community that kept me sheltered from just about everything not small-town or Jesus-y. My Dad is a pilot for United Airlines, my Mom an executive for the local hospital. They divorced my sophomore year of highschool in a very messy battle, and pretty much alienated everyone in the family from each other. We’ve all gone our own ways, really only communicating for weddings, funerals, birthdays, or normal holidays. Don’t feel bad, it really is better this way.

I had a pretty good childhood, no major complaints. I was always outgoing as a kid, knowing that a sharp wit and self-deprecating humor would remove any ammo that any school bullies would seek to leverage. Not to be arrogant, but I was a cute kid. Unfortunately for me, the cuteness never really went anywhere. I never hit that magical growth spurt that would cause me to tower above my friends, dunk a ball, or set records of the track. I currently stand a slightly below average height of 5’6”. I also never seemed to experience the flood of testosterone that would sculpt my body like a Greek god either. I guess I just stayed cute and youthful when everyone else became handsome and matured. But, like I said, I was never really picked on, so I didn’t mind my height or looks. 

I was moderately popular by highschool, usually being known as the smart-ass class clown. I had no trouble maintaining a 4.0 grade point average while also cutting jokes constantly. My humor and confidence opened up doors for me. I was nominated to prom court my Junior year, and also started dating a beautiful girl named Sarah. She was a grade younger than I was and came from a well-respected family not far from mine. As my perverted uncle Nick would say “That girl comes from good stock.” 

She and I dated all through my senior year, never really had any fights, and my parents adored her and hers adored me. We were voted “Most Likely to Stay Together” by the yearbook committee and happily danced in the spotlight as homecoming king and queen... a real shocker since I didn’t play football.

Sarah was heart-broken when I decided to move for school. She had known it was my intent, but I think she assumed I would change my mind because we were dating. I had considered staying a time or two, but with the still fresh divorce of my parents and my sister moving away to California for school, I knew I couldn’t stay in small-town America for much longer. 

After the initial shock wore off, we made the plan together that she would move in with me after she graduated and we would attend college together, live together, and live up to the expectations of the yearbook committee. My job, coupled with free tuition would allow us to get an apartment together and, down the road, we’d both graduate. We’d start a family, be rich and successful, and have a marriage so happy that our grandkids would tell their children about. It was that simple, and it all laid out perfectly. 

She and I did everything together while we dated. I loved it at the time, but later realized that the friends I had prior to us dating all seemed to have move on. I didn’t have any core friends anymore, she consumed my every waking moment. I don’t think she was trying to cause a falling out, I think she was just so in love with the
thought of being in love that she couldn’t let go. 

Sarah and I were both each other’s first for just about everything. We awkwardly explored our raging teenage hormones not long after we started dating, both trying to build the courage to take things just a little bit further each opportunity we had. I can vividly remember the look on Sarah’s face when she touched my cock for the first time. It was over my shorts, but I could tell she tried to play it off like an accident as her hand slowly rubbed on my thigh. Of course having zero experience and a beautiful girl rub her hands on me caused some tenting to happen rather quickly. She noticed. It was the first touch that shot electricity through my body as we laid cuddled up on the chair in the den of her parents upscale country-chic home, a blanket covering our still-clothed bodies. She moved her hand away quickly at first contact. I could see her face from the corner of my eye, flushed with excitement, very lightly nibbling on her lower lip with nerves. After a few seconds, I felt her hand begin to creep back up. I heard her sigh audibly as she very carefully laid her hand on my now fully erect dick. I could see the faintest smile form on her face as she crossed the hurdle. Both of us were too afraid to do much else, but she did very gently rub for a moment before we heard the garage door open, signaling that our alone time was at an end. 

From that day on, we both pushed the envelope just a bit more. I took advantage of days she would wear skirts to school and use the ease of access to fondle her anytime we had some privacy. I’m happy to say that I was her first non-self-induced orgasm, right there under that same blanket on that same chair. I can remember hearing her try and stifle her moans, no doubt fearful of waking her parents directly above us in their bedroom. It nearly sent me over the edge as well when she sucked my fingers clean right after. 

One evening while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary, Sarah excused herself to the restroom in the middle of ‘The Goonies’ and emerged wearing only her baby blue thong and matching bra, her hair tied up with a white lace ribbon. She approached me, my jaw now slack from the beauty I was witnessing, and yanked the blanket from my lap. She settled in on her knees in front of me trying to appear confident and sexy, but I could see her trembling from nerves. I could tell how big of a step this was for her. She pulled my shorts and boxers down, nearly ripping them in the process, and stared wide-eyed at my dick. She never really looked closely at it while using her hands. She would usually play coy and keep watching TV while jerking me off. Now though, she was face to face. I can still see the shimmer from the chapstick on her lips as she very slowly moved her mouth over the head of my cock. She froze once it was in for what felt like an eternity. I could hear her breathing becoming rapid, and for the first time in front of me, I saw her hand move quickly into the waistband of her panties as she touched herself. As she began moving my dick in and out of her mouth, her hand motions became more rapid under the thin baby blue fabric. It wasn’t 3 minutes into the blowjob before Sarah had a massive orgasm, seemingly larger than the ones I could giver her with my own hands or tongue. She pulled her face away, a trail of saliva extending from the head of my cock to her lips and only said ‘fuck’. I believe it was at that very moment that Sarah realized that she had a passionate love for giving head. She attacked my dick after that, like there was nothing else in the world. She didn’t flench when I came, just swallowed and tried to keep going until I pushed her off due to the sensitivity. 

Things progressed from there. Sarah gave me head every chance she could, preferring to give orgasms rather than receive them. We finally had sex a few weeks after that, in the dark basement bedroom of a friends house. I was disappointed that she didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I thought she would, opting after maybe 5 minutes to have me pull out and finish in her mouth. We didn’t have sex often, but when we would, it always ended in the same way.

Everything in life was perfect, even after I moved… or so I thought. I went home many weekends and we seemed to pick up right where we left off. Everything was perfect.  Until Sarah cheated on me, at least. 

I heard about it from a former classmate still living back home. He said he saw Sarah and some guy in a car together driving in town. He said it was a new looking BMW, a car that isn’t very common in our small town, so he took notice and tried to see who was driving. He didn’t recognize the guy driving, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was her, he got a clear view from the windshield as they passed on the road. He said he turned around to see what was up and after about 5 minutes of following them, he said he saw Sarah sit up tall, then lean her body across the center console of the car. He said he didn’t see her again for about 10 minutes and that the guy started driving pretty erratic during that time, and kept rolling his head around. He followed at a distance and eventually saw her head rise again and they carried on. He followed them until they turned into a restaurant. He circled the block and watched them walk hand-in-hand into the building. He even said she was wearing a little yellow sun dress... I knew it well. She always looked amazing in it. 

I guess it goes without saying that I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest as I listened to his recanting of the story. I trusted the guy and knew he wouldn’t be saying these things to fuck with me. I quickly got off the phone with him and called her, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, again right to voicemail. Finally she sent me a text asking what was up. I didn’t know what else to do so I said “Jeremy saw you two together. I’m bummed you never offered to give me road head.” Of course this elicited a call back right away. I was heartbroken, but I did appreciate that she didn’t try and deny anything. She didn’t lie. She said she wasn’t happy anymore and wanted to move on. 

By this point, I knew what she meant. I had started working third shift already and had a rapid decline in happiness. I was always cranky, always tired. She was right and I hated myself for it.

“You’re not you anymore, Adam. You’re sad all of the time... you sleep constantly. You don’t strike up conversations on the phone, and that’s all we have most of the time since we can’t be together.” She had told me as I stared blankly at the wall of my kitchen, tears now flooding my vision. “I’m sorry you found out like this, but I’m glad you found out.” 

“Yeah, pretty shitty way of you breaking it off though.” I countered.

She agreed. 

That was the last time we spoke. 

After Sarah ended it, I sunk further into a depressive state. My life revolved solely around work, school, and Netflix in my basement studio apartment. Typically I would wake up around 10 in the morning and catch the campus shuttle to class. The classes were specifically scheduled for employees of the airport, allowing us to work nights and attend school without as much sleep depravation. After class I would usually eat some dinner in the campus cafeteria and do some homework, then report in for my shift. 

I didn’t mind my job. It was easy compared to the manual labor most people had to do to pay for their tuition. I drove a tug around pulling trailers of packages bound for different planes all night. All... night... long. I could usually start my shift with a conversation with the dock supervisor and not talk to another person for the rest of the night. I was known as ‘Tug 4301’ and drove the exact route from the south dock to the west ramp, spots 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9, then back to the south dock to reload and do it all again. We weren’t allowed to have music, cell phones, audio books, or anything else to help pass the time due to FAA regulations, so I had hours to see the same sights, and have the same thoughts and internal conversations. 

At around 3 in the morning, I would park my tug back behind the south dock and begin the walk back to the shuttle to campus. From the bus stop, it was a brief walk back to my apartment. By this time, the vast majority of the factory employees had already departed, meaning the bus ride was usually as isolated as the tug. Back in the basement abyss, the daylight blacked out by thick curtains and a “Please do not disturb, I work the graveyard shift!” sign that the previous occupant had left behind, I ended my day with some concoction of frozen meals and another episode of The Office.

Occasionally, I would think about Sarah. How her hair seemed to shine as intensely as the sun. How she would nibble gently at my lower lip when she would kiss me. How she would deftly put her hair up in a ponytail and lick her lips before she would push me back towards the bed or chair... or floor and nearly attack my dick. These memories would cease thanks to my self delivered orgasm, and I hate to say it... sometimes I would cry. I would always feel ashamed. By 5am, I would be asleep, waiting for the alarm to signal that it was time to live another instance of Groundhog Day all over again. 

It was nearly six months into this routine that I decided it was time to get help. I knew I was depressed. I scheduled an appointment with a counselor at school on a Monday morning. I didn’t work Sunday nights, so Monday was usually my ‘live like a normal person’ day, but I knew I was going to keep going down darker and darker paths until there was no return. Fortunately by this time, the nagging memories of Sarah had faded to an occasional jolt of emotion that would strike unprovoked, but would subside after a quick orgasm.

“Have you been eating alright, you look really thin...” the counselor said as I sat in the chair across from her. The question reeled in my thousand yard stare. 

“Umm... probably could eat better, to be honest. I don’t have much of an appetite, really.” I awkwardly responded. I had lost a significant amount of weight in the past few months. At my high school graduation, I was nearly 140lbs. At my last work physical a few days prior, I was down to 116lbs. Even at 5’6”, I was looking too thin for my frame.

“Adam, this is pretty serious. I think you need to see a doctor... this may be more than you and I can handle alone. You’ve got me a bit worried.” she said with a concerned look. “Will you do that? Will you promise me that you’ll see one of our doctors?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.” murmured back. 

“And I want you to promise me, Adam... I want you to promise me that you’ll look after yourself until then. And I want you to promise me that you’ll come back and see me after your appointment. I’m going to schedule it. Okay?” 

“Yeah, of course.” I said, realizing that she was genuinely worried that I would hurt myself. “I will, I promise.”

She smiled at that, and attempted to give me a reassuring pat on my hand. 

“Maybe you should hang out with some friends until then. Maybe try and have fun... see a movie, bowl, laser tag... try and not be alone if you can help it.” she said as she escorted me to the end of the hallway of the student health center. 

I smiled as best I could. I hoped it to be warm, but the look on her face told me that she could see right through the facade. 

The walk back to my apartment seemed colder than usual. I looked around at the other people navigating their way thought the urban campus with their heads slung low to protect from the biting wind and wondered if I was alone in feeling like this, or if there were others near me right now that were struggling just as bad. Maybe if I tried, I would find others like me and we could pick each other up. If I tried... but I really didn’t feel like trying. They probably wouldn’t either.

I arrived back to my apartment and sat in bed, turned on Netflix, and opened up my laptop. It wouldn’t hurt to look and see if anyone was out there. Maybe grab lunch with someone, maybe a movie. I decided to check around on some of the school forums and Facebook to see if any groups were meeting soon. I didn’t see any that really caught my interest. I eventually ended up Craigslist thinking maybe there were some groups posting on there. I browsed for a while, nothing piquing my interest. I was about to close out the page when I saw the ‘Personals’ section and decided to browse that avenue as well just for the heck of it. The ‘F for M’ section was pretty sparse, most of the women looking were significantly older, had children, or were blatantly looking for money in exchange for company. While I wasn’t seeing anything that interested me, I was finding some thrill in reading the posts. Some were witty, some funny. Some were so sexually charged that I considered responding for a split second, kids or age be damned. I navigated each section enthralled by how some people were able to put themselves out there so openly, so anonymously vulnerable. I envied their cavalier attitude and only wished I could put myself out there like they did. I kept going down the rabbit hole, page after page, profile after profile. Some of the specifics people were listing were repulsive, but many made me jealous that I didn’t have Sarah to try them with.

I wasn’t really prepared for some of the detail I encountered in the ‘M for M’ section, to say the least. I had never really given much thought to gay sex, it was something that went undiscussed in sheltered small-town USA. I didn’t have any issue with gay people, but I honestly didn’t give it much more thought than that. But the level of detail described of the litany of posts from just today... I didn’t have to use my imagination much. I clicked through post after post, caught up in reading the carnal nature of the post, intrigued beyond belief by what I was reading. Most of the posts didn’t talk about love or relationships, they talked about gritty sex. They talked about gang bangs and blow-and-gos. Anonymous mouths for anonymous dicks. It was enthralling. 

“Loving but Firm Professional seeking Young, Inexperienced to Nurture and Teach” the title read as I scrolled down the list, measured now by minutes scrolling rather than pages. It was lost in the sea of others, but it stood out to me for some reason. I clicked the link and stared intently as the screen flickered from the main page to the posting. 

“Hi, thanks for reading. I’m a 38 year old legal professional looking for a young boy between 18 and 22 to teach about sexual desire. Ideal candidate is slim and naturally submissive to power, and completely inexperienced with men. I want a boy I can build from the ground up. Must have an open mind. Message me if you think this is you, you’ll know right away if it is.” 

Fuck. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but my heart began to race, my hands became sweaty, and my lips dry. I read and reread the post multiple times, each time exciting me more. It was as if instinct required that I replied. I straightened myself up in bed and began to search my laptop for a face picture that was generic enough to be lost in a crowd. I didn’t want this guy recognize me right away, just in case. I found a full body picture from earlier in the fall at a Halloween party back home. I didn’t dress up, but I thought I looked decent, and the ball cap I was wearing at the time obstructed part of my face.

“Hello. I’m not gay, so I’m not sure why I’m replying to be honest. I've never been with a guy. I'm 18, a freshman in college. Something about your post. It struck me. I don’t even know what else to write. You don't have to write back if you don't want or if I don't fit what you say you're looking for."
Attachment: 1”

My heart was frantically beating in my chest as I hit send from my spam collecting Yahoo Mail account. I had felt more alive in these few minutes than I can remember feeling since moving to the city. I stared at the inbox, nearly expecting an immediate rejection reply or an email from someone back home saying they were cat-fishing and happened to reel me in. I stared at the screen for at least five minutes, barely breathing before setting the laptop down and getting up to use the restroom and grab a drink. 

I nearly dove across the room when I heard the ‘Ding’ signifying a new email. “Save 15% or more on car insurance with Geico”. Damn it. What the hell was I doing. I’m not gay. I’ve literally never even thought about it until 10 minutes ago, and now I’m so worked up to get the attention of someone writing on a public forum. I closed the laptop and walked over to the chair to focus in on Season 4 of The Office... yet again. Sipping on the Diet Coke and watching Dwight be Dwight and Jim be Jim, the urge to check again struck me. It had been some time, surely enough for some sort of response. 

I retyped the password into the Yahoo Mail page and saw the familiar ’Inbox (1)’ notification staring me in the face. I clicked, and went weak as the page opened. There it was. “Re: Seeking” I took a deep breath and clicked on the email that loaded painfully slow. 

“Hello. Thanks for writing. I know you. Don’t worry, not you specifically (although hard to tell with the photo so far away). I know your type though. I'm willing to bet that you just happed to stumble upon my message without really going out and looking for it. I have a feeling this is so new to you that you've really got very little desire in actually meeting anyone. If you are serious about at least meeting up and discussing more, send me a better picture. -Steve”

With a slight smirk on my face, and my heart back to racing, I opened Facebook to find a better picture to send. I selected one from a family vacation in Hawaii. I had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and was standing shirtless in front of a waterfall on the Napali Coast. I was bronzed by the sun, and a smile beaming on my face. A tinge of pain hit me as I looked at the picture, I was standing there with Sarah. Her beautiful face staring up at me, a smirk affixed to her full lips, and her gorgeous body clad in a small red bikini. I drew in a deep breath and downloaded the photo to my desktop and cropped Sarah’s face and body out of the picture until only myself and the waterfall remained. 

“As requested. -Adam
Attachment: 1”

Sent. 

I felt as if I were going to vomit at that point. If this were a rouse, I was surely busted. It was clearly me in the photo, no mistaking that. A screencap of the conversation with my picture plastered there was surely enough to ruin any chance I had at a happy life, if malice were intended.

Ding. Inbox (1) 

“Re: re: re: Seeking”
“You’re perfect, baby. Perfect in every way. You are exactly what I was hoping you would be. My name is Steve. I’ve been pretty clear with what I’m really looking for, so I hope that you’ll understand when I say that I’m not interested in games and flaking out on meetings, etc. If you really are interested, and if you really are willing, I want to meet you face to face. Send me your phone number if you want to keep going. 
Attachment: 1”

I double clicked the attachment, fearful that what I had conjured up in my mind would be a far stray from reality. The painfully slow wi-fi struggled to open the picture, but when it did, I was stunned. He was so handsome. Large, for sure. Not fat at all, but he had to be at least 6’6” judging by the SUV that he towered over. He had a stern smile and an intense gaze at the camera... it felt as if he took the picture specifically for me. His hair, his suit... he was the personification of masculine. 

I struggled to figure out how only a few hours ago I was numb and seemingly entirely heterosexual, and now I was lusting over a man. A dominant man... and I wanted it to happen so bad. 

I did everything I could for the next few hours to distract myself from the email. I had to be at work tonight, so no phone, no email. I knew if I wanted to go through with this, I would need to decide well before then. He was very insistent that the only content in the reply be my phone number. What if I sent it and he called while I was working? What if he began texting me with times and locations and I was unable to reply? I knew I had to decide now. Being the decisive and confident guy I am, I flipped a coin. Okay... heads, I send my phone number. Tails... I don’t. Simple. Leave it up to fate. With a deep breath, I flipped the coin into the air.

Heads.

“I’m serious:
555-776-2323
-Adam”

[Mcraft]

I see ABDL, Sissy, and Daddy and instantly my interest is piqued. It also helps that the first chapter is well written! I'm very excited to see more. Fantastic start.

[Eagle0769]

Great start. Sometimes when I read a story it means nothing to me but this time

there is a part of it that happened to me. It had to do with a Dear John letter

I received from my then girlfriend.

Your writing is so good I couldn't stop reading until the end.

Please continue I am most interested in this story.

[Nomadic]

Part 2

“New iMessage” flashed across my phone as I sat eating dinner and prepared myself mentally for the work week to begin again. 

Steve: Hello, baby. I’m glad you’ve decided to write me back.

Adam: I’m a little nervous, not going to lie.

Steve: Don’t be scared, let yourself explore. You’ll like this.

Adam: Thanks, as long as we can pace, I guess.

Steve: You’ll help set the pace, but I will push a bit. Boys like you need a push. You’ll sit still too long without one.

Adam: Yeah, I guess that’s true. 

Steve: I know it is.

Adam: So I work nights and have to work tonight, I can’t have my phone there. I go in soon.

Steve: Ah, an airport worker. Lovely. 

Adam: ...I’m sorry. I know it isn’t ideal.

Steve: Don’t be, baby. It’ll be fine. We’ll do what needs to be done. When do you start/finish?

Adam: 9pm to 3am, then class from 10am to 4pm depending on the day. 

Steve: Whew! Brutal. Guess the weekend will have to do for our first rendezvous. 

Adam: Yeah, I guess so. I’m sorry.

Steve: Stop apologizing. You’re a working student, that’s admirable. So you really are interested in going further, I assume? 

Adam: Yes, I think so.

Steve: Okay, I’m really happy to hear that. I have a request though, one that’s pretty personal.

Adam: Okay, whats that?

Steve: You’re in a strange place right now exploring something that is very new to you that sounds exciting and taboo. I want you to keep that energy to explore. I don’t want you to masturbate until we can meet face-to-face. Can you do that?

Adam: Oh, uh - yeah. I guess so. That’s fine. 

Steve: Alright, good. I’ll message you later this week with a time and place. Until then, keep the excitement going and those hands off.

Adam: Okay, talk soon. 

Okay, the first hurdle was over. He seemed nice enough by text. He didn’t seem pervy, pushy, or creepy. I guess the least I could do would be to meet him and see how that goes. At the very least, it would be nice having dinner with someone that wasn’t on a TV screen. I felt optimistic with the plan and walked out of the door into the frigid winter with a smile on my face.

That night was the longest night I’ve had at work, by far. Each circuit with the tug felt as it took a week. I replayed the events of the day in my mind at least a hundred times. I was caught in a cycle between feelings of needing to throw up and getting so hard that my khaki shorts tented awkwardly against he oversized steering wheel of the tug.

After work, I raced home anticipating Steve would have messaged me something. I was disappointed when the only text was an auto-generated message confirming an appointment with a school psychiatrist at 10:15am. The events of the day yesterday knocked that completely from memory, but knowing that skipping it would probably cause a mandatory well-check by campus security, I decided begrudgingly to go. 

It felt like it took an hour to fall asleep once I finally laid down. I kept imagining what our first meeting would be like. I teetered on nerves, one moment wishing I wouldn’t have responded, one moment thrilled for the interaction. Was I only considering it because I was lonely? Was I gay for attention? Who knows. I finally drifted off, my erection still throbbing against my sheets, no doubt confused that it didn’t get the normal attention it was used too prior to bed.

The alarm rang earlier than normal, giving me enough time for a shower, quick breakfast, and brisk walk across campus. I arrived to the student health center right on time for the receptionist to escort me back to the office and asked that I be seated on the couch across from an oversized brown leather high-backed chair. The office was filled with deep mahogany and was lit entirely by warm lamp light. The  hum of the florescent lighting, almost assaulting in the rest of the building was noticeably absent. In it’s place, the slow, smooth ticking of a wall clock. The door opened after a moment and a maternal looking woman in a dark pantsuit walked in with her hand already extended.

“Well, you must be Adam. I’m Dr. Mary Klyburn. Please call me Mary. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” she beamed. Her enthusiasm seemed over the top, but I think it was sincere. 

“Thanks Mary. It’s nice to meet you as well.” I replied, unable to even come close to a level that would be considered enthusiastic. 

“I want you, in your words, to tell me why you’re here. In as many or as few as it takes, okay?” she said as she directed me to lean back on the couch, seating herself with a plop on the leather chair. 

“Well, I guess times have been pretty hard since I started school. My girlfriend and I broke up, I have a job that keeps me pretty isolated, I work night shift, and sleep all day. Classes are large and impersonal.” I blurted quickly.

“Mmhmm, go on...” Dr. Klyburn prodded.

“Well, I think things may look up. I think I’m taking steps to break out of my comfort zone and try something new and exciting. I don’t really want to get into specifics, but I’m sort of excited about it, I guess.” I said, opening up much more than I had intended. 

“Gonna stop you right there to make a few obvious remarks, Adam. Drugs, alcohol, and unsafe behaviors are not appropriate coping mechanisms... not saying that’s where you were going, but I do need to say that...” she interjected.

“No, no... it’s nothing like that. It really is trying something new though.” I responded. 

“Well, I think that’s great, Adam. I encourage self-discovery and risk-taking within means. It can really help pull you from a slump, and I think that’s what you’re stuck in. You’re waiting for the signal to change, and I think you’re learning that sometimes the signal isn’t flashing at you, often, as adults, we must find and ignite our own signals. Make sense?” she said beaming at the revelation she will no doubt credit herself with starting. 

“Yeah, it does.” I said 

We talked for a while longer, mostly about classes, career aspirations, and her mind being blown that an isolated tug with no way of passing time or heat could be considered a humane work environment. We agreed to meet again in two weeks, if I felt any slippage backwards. As with all patients of the Psychiatry Department, I was asked to sign a commitment to well being... also known as an unenforceable contract not to kill myself. I agreed, happily.

The rest of the week went much like any other week. Work, eat, sleep, school, repeat. I was glued to my email and phone every second I could be, waiting for the next message to come through. The message that may send my life down a track I still couldn’t fathom I was willing to entertain. It finally arrived mid-day Friday.

Steve: Hello, baby. I hope the week is treating you well.

Adam: It is, same old stuff. Can’t complain though.

Steve: Good. I’m assuming that you don’t work on Saturday or Sunday nights?

Adam: That is correct, I do not.

Steve: Great. I want you at Antonio’s Pizza at 6pm tomorrow. Sound good?

Adam: Yes, I will be there.

Steve: Great. See you tomorrow.

Work that night was even longer that the longest of the long days from earlier in the week. I was more scared than anything though. The desire to  cum was eclipsed largely by the desire to not throw up in my tug. Finally, the clock read 2:55am. I drove the tug to the depot, thinking that the next time I get in this tug, I may be a different person than I am now.

To say sleep was tough would be the understatement of the century. I was only able to doze off after taking a medicine cup full of Target’s off-brand of Nyquil. 

My alarm startled me awake, my arm thrashing from the bed to silence it. I was in a momentary lull of consciousness nearly ready to fall back asleep when I remembered why my alarm was set in the first place. I shot up in bed, the anxiety causing a miniscule amount of bile to enter the back of my mouth. I wearily grabbed my phone, half hoping for a text, half hoping for nothing. 

Steve: I will be there at 5:45, you arrive at 6. I will be seated in the back of the restaurant in the booth off by itself. Before you come, I want you to shave all body hair. No beard, mustache, or stubble anywhere. See you soon. Follow my directions.

Shit. That’s a tall order. My body hair is naturally pretty fine, so not impossible, but inconvenient to say the least. I turned on the shower, getting it hot and grabbed the clippers, razor, and shaving cream from the bathroom cabinet and made my way into the shower. 30 minutes, a couple of disposable razors, and some awkward positions in front of a hand mirror later, I was completely hairless and smooth with the exception of the shaggy blondish hair on my head desperately overdue for a haircut. 

I dressed casually, but on the nicer side of casual. Dark jeans and a fitted shirt covered by a newer L.L. Bean sweater that my Grandma got me in Ellsworth, Maine last fall. I tussled my hair to give it the ‘It’s cool because it’s messy, but it’s messy on purpose’ look. After a final nod of approval in the mirror, I was off.

The pizza place was about 15 minutes walking from my apartment. Fortunately the sun had warmed up the city just a bit, and the walk was only mildly uncomfortable thanks to the biting winds. At 5:57 I arrived. The parking lot was nearly empty, only a few cars scattered about. It was concerning for any restaurant to be that empty on a Saturday for dinner, but that may have been why he picked the place. 

My eyes glanced from car-to-car in the parking lot, curious which was his. All I knew was that he was a ‘legal professional’, but heck, that could be anything from a hotshot lawyer to a security guard at T.J. Maxx depending on how good of a sales man he was. I knew what he looked like, and he didn’t present himself in that way, but who knows. I didn’t recognize the Grand Cherokee that he was standing next too in his picture that he sent, but tried to not harp on what kind of car he drove. He seemed like a nice guy no matter.

I looked at myself for another moment in the reflection of the blacked out window next to the door, again putting my hair into the ‘messy but on purpose’ look, knocking back the damage the cold wind had done. I brushed over my clothes hoping I still looked presentable, but hoping I looked more mature than my normal ‘cute’ look.  I looked down at my phone, 6pm on the dot. I took in a deep breath and blew it out to try and calm my heart rate, then extended my right hand, opened the door, and passed through the threshold. 

“Are you Adam?” the hostess asked from behind her podium as I stepped into the dark restaurant, the scent of garlic and basil slapping me hard in the face.

All I could do was weakly shake my head in the affirmative as all of the saliva in my mouth and throat had suddenly disappeared, leaving only a gritty feeling of sand.

“Right this way.” she said with a smile and began the walk to toward the rear of the restaurant. 

We rounded the corner and there he was. In person. Steve stood and seemed to tower over the hostess and myself. The sand in my mouth had turned to a fine dust by now.

“Thanks, Sam.” Steve said as the hostess smiled, turned, and walked back toward her post.

“Hello, Adam. Sit... please.” Steve motioned to the booth opposite him. 

I shot a look around to survey any other restaurant patrons or staff within earshot.

“Don’t worry. We’re on our own over here. A good tip to a hostess buys you an hour or so of privacy.” Steve said with a wink.

“Thanks.” was the first word I would get out in what felt to be an eternity. 

I sat myself across from him, nearly convinced that he had also paid to have my side of the booth lowered to the floor to further call out the stark contrast in our sizes. I looked sheepishly up at Steve, instantly recalling that the man I was sitting across from was the same that had written the post on Craigslist. I became intoxicated in anxiety at that thought, nearly paralyzed in fear. 

“I ordered us a salad and a pizza. It’ll be out in a moment. Until then, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me if you’re willing to keep going.” He said with intensity in his eyes. 

I was almost insulted that he thought I wasn’t wanting to go through with this. I shaved my entire body, refrained from masturbating, and walked here in the cold. Of course I wanted to go through with it. 

“No, no... I want this. I really do.” I forced out as hard as I could.

That garnered a large smile from Steve. He beamed on hearing that. “Atta boy.”

He noticed the look of confusion on my face following that comment, but only offered a grin in response. 

I was knocked out of the moment by a loud yell from the dining room adjacent to ours. “Go, go, go!” and “Run you son of a bitch!” among other explitaves were erupting with increasing frequency. 

“Football season.” Steve said with a chuckle. “I was hoping it would be quieter here.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty loud…” I started but was interrupted by another burst of yelling. 

“Wow, must be a good game.” He joked at the noise. 

“House works and salads?” the food runner asked seeming to appear out of nowhere, placing the food on the table without waiting for confirmation that the order was correct.

“Actually, we’ll take it to-go, if that’s alright.” Steve said to the peeved looking runner who gathered up the food and walked it back to the kitchen to box up.

“It’s a bit loud here, let’s go talk somewhere quiet. We can go back to my house." He paused, waiting for a reaction. “I promise I won’t try anything funny. I’ll bring you back to your apartment after.”

I hesitantly nodded my consent and began to stand just as the runner emerged from the kitchen with the food prepared for carry out. Steve paid the bill and escorted me out to the parking lot, pizza in hand. He made his way across the parking lot with his free hand on my shoulder and led me to the side of the building, out of site from my previous vantage point, and guided me toward a black Mercedes SUV. 

Part of me was impressed that he had a nice car, but I think a larger part of me was relieved that at least he seemed to have his stuff together. It was brand new, still heavy with new car smell.

The ride was mostly quiet, I was too nervous to say much. I kept my eyes forward nearly the entire drive. We were driving east, away from the restaurant and my apartment, toward the nicer part of town. I started to feel very vulnerable, now aware that I had just agreed to get into his car and go back to his house with really no hesitation. I didn’t have the extra money for an Uber from this far out, so I really hoped he would keep his word and not make me to fend for myself. 

I think Steve could sense my nerves by this point. We were well into the nice part of town where the grind of the city dropped away to the rolling, manacured hills of the well-to-do. He broke the silence by telling me about himself. He was a corporate lawyer for a major healthcare company, but before that had been very successful in a few lawsuits early in his career. He chuckled as he told me that the company he works for now was actually one that he sued while he was in his own firm leading to a multi-million dollar payout on behalf of his client. The 40% settlement fee was a major windfall for his small practice and he and his small team each walked away with a lifetime of wealth for any average person. Six weeks later, the company that he successfully sued called and asked him to lead their legal department. He turned over his private law practice to one of his partners and went into the corporate world. I can’t even imagine what his paychecks look like, but they must be huge to entice him away from his own successful firm.

After about 10 more minutes of driving we arrived Stone Lake Estates, a gated community that overlooked Stone Lake. It was beautifully surrounded by high-dollar homes, parks, and golf courses. I’d never actually seen this part of town but knew that if you had money, you lived at Stone Lake. He slowed the SUV to a crawl as he approached the gatehouse, rolling his window down as a security guard stepped from behind a closed door. The guard waved us through as he saw who was driving. I watched the gate close tight behind us and wondered just what in the hell I was getting myself into. 

After navigating the streets lined with million dollar mansions, we pulled into the last house in the neighborhood nestled against the park on one side, and the lake right out back. It’s a large stone, wood, and glass log cabin style home with a circular cobblestone driveway out front that seemed to belong in a magazine, but was fairly nondescript amongst the other lavish homes nearby. He carefully parked the Mercedes at the closest point to the front door and reached over me to open the passenger door. Mere inches from his face, I caught an intoxicating scent of cologne that left me nearly breathless. I climbed out of the SUV and waited for Steve to come around and lead me inside. 

I stood in amazement of the ornate house, compete with solid wood front doors that had to be 12 feet tall. The doors opened inward to the large foyer with two wrap around grand staircases to the second level. There was a massive stone hearth in the entryway, surrounded by ornate dark wooden accents. The white marble stairs contrasted against the deep hand-scraped wooden floors and black iron rails. A large, beautiful iron chandelier hung down from the high ceiling and cast a warm glow from the dozens of Edison bulbs glowing against the darkness.

We passed through the foyer into a hallway that seemed cavernous compared to any normal home. My entire apartment could comfortably fit within its confines.

Steve led me into the massive gourmet kitchen at the rear of the house, overlooking the now inky black lake beyond. He pulled out a chair at the large center island and helped me up, pushing the tall chair in tight, my body now pressing against the cold granate top. Steve proceeded to open the pizza box and hand me a slice. I took it eagerly, realizing that I hadn’t eaten in nearly 24 hours. Steve handed me a can of Diet Coke from the oversized stainless industrial refrigerator and grabbed a beer for himself. 

“Alright, baby. Tell me your story.” He said as we both sat at the large granite island. 

I told him about me growing up, about having a hard time with school and being lonely. I opened up to Steve significantly more than I did the therapist or psychiatrist. I was amazed that he sat there, intrigued by my boring life. I must have rambled on for 15 to 20 minutes, him never interjecting. 

"Have you ever had an attraction to men?" Steve asked after I finished telling him about Sarah and how I found out that she was cheating. 

“No.” I responded in a low voice.

"Well, you read my email and responded, so I'm guessing there's at least a hint of curiosity there." He stated back with certainty. 

I nodded, nearly petrified to meet his gaze after his comment.

"I want to tell you about the things I like... exactly what I'm looking for. Is that okay? I don't want to scare you, but I want you to know that I'm a bit different from most men looking for guys like you."

I nodded, curious as to where this was about to lead. 

"I'm a fairly dominant guy, I like submissive boys. I like taking charge, I like making the rules and decisions. I like setting the punishment when rules are broken." He said, followed by a pause.

I stared at him motionless, but decided to nod in the pause to assure him I was hearing him.

"I like guys that are smaller than I am. Thin and short. Like you. I like guys that have feminine and submissive tendencies. Like you." He continued.

I was slightly offended that he said I was feminine, I didn't think I was but I was the one sitting here completely hairless from ears to toes so I nodded again. I think he could see the wheels turning in my mind.

"Is everything I've said agreeable to you so far?" He asked with intense eyes.

"Yeah... yes. I'm fine... yes." I stammered back. 

"Okay, here's the part that may throw you, if anything will. Keep an open mind for me. The reason I like small guys like you is I like to play dress up with them. I sometimes like to dress guys up like girls." He paused for a while and watched the blank expression on my face. "Not to look like hookers or anything. I like innocence. Think cute, not trashy." 

I was pretty struck by his comments. I wasn't sure this was going to be for me. I didn't have much of a desire to dress up like a girl. Girls have bodies that look great in their clothes. I flashed back to an image of Sarah standing there in her baby blue bra and thong. The way it all hugged her body. It was perfection. I surely wouldn't look good like that.

"I don't know that I'd look..." I started, but was quickly interrupted.

"You would look absolutely phenomenal, Adam. You have the perfect little body. At least for my taste, you do." He said with a smile.

"Oh, well... okay then..." I couldn't find the words to counter his argument. I guess everyone has a type, and I guess I was his. It would still be weird and I wasn't sure I wanted to play that kind of game. 

"I want you to just try it and see how it makes you feel. I think you'll grow to love it." He said. 

I could see lust in his eyes, I was becoming his prey now. He saw me exactly how he wanted me to look, and I was nervous that I was really liking the feeling I was getting from him. I kind of wanted to be desired by him the way that I desired Sarah. There was the knowledge of a physical lust there that I'd never experienced before because it was reserved for pretty girls. I had never had the feeling of turning someone on just by being there. Just by wearing the right clothes. It really felt nice. It was intoxicating.

"Okay... I guess I can try it." I answered after a moments pause.

His smile grew large, so I tried to show enthusiasm with a small smile of my own. 

"Come on, let me show you some stuff." He said as he stood from the stool and gestured me toward the hallway off of the kitchen. 

I placed the half-eaten slice of pizza on the lid of the box and got up to follow behind him. I couldn’t help but think how much larger he was than me. I was acutely aware that this guy could do what he wanted with me and I wasn't going to be able to amass much of a physical stand against him. The thought made me nervous, but sort of excited at the same time which made me even more nervous. 

We walked to a set of heavy french doors down the hallway. They opened on a large bedroom with a large king-sized bed and sitting area with a fireplace. It was a beautiful, masculine room. 

“Through here.” He said as he motioned to a door across the room.

What appeared to be a walk-in closet was much larger than I had anticipated. 

“The people that built this house a few years back had the sitting room converted into a nursury for their twins.” He said as he ushered me through the the door into the gray, white, and pink accented room. The room was large and had a wall of windows overlooking the side of the house facing a park just beyond the fence surrounding the gated community.  The room was completely empty but did hold two additional doors on the wall opposite the windows, seperated by a few feet. He guided me to the door on the left and extended his hand to open it. 

On the other side was a decently sized closet with built-in storage. Steve reached out for the top drawer, then focused his attention on me as he pulled it open. The drawer was mostly empty, but folded neatly inside were numerous pairs of panties. Most of them were soft shades of pink or blue and almost all were adorned with ribbons, bows, or lace. None would be what I would consider sexy. 

On one side of the drawer were a few bras that seemed to match some of the panties, a few folded camisole tops, and some folded socks and tights. 

I turned my head to Steve, but he was now facing toward a fabric partition on the side of the closet. He pulled it open and revealed a few outfits all hanging neately. There looked to be a couple of cotton dresses, a few jumpers, and a very ornate pastel Easter dress. 

Steve sensed my being overwhelmed and began to close everything back up after a momement. We stepped back into the empty nursury together, him turning behind to close the door. I stood for a moment anticipating that he would go to the next door, but never looked in its direction. 

“What’s in that one?” I asked, my mouth now dry. 

He shifted his gaze toward the door and chuckeled. 

“You’re not quite ready for that one, baby.” He said, guiding me out of the nursury and back into the master bedroom. 

"Have a seat there." He said, pointing to a large leather chair angled to the fireplace. I sank down against the buttery leather and stared at the exquisite stonework around the wood-burning fireplace. The room was dark, but I noticed a few dim lights scattered about. It was almost as if he knew I would accept his invitation and would end up in his bedroom. 

"Have you ever worn any girls clothes?" He asked as he settled into the chair next to me. 

"I haven’t..." I replied somewhat mystified by the collection. 

We sat for a moment in silence. I wanted to tell him that I was okay trying it, that nothing I just saw scared me off. I couldn’t get the courage to speak though. So I sat and looked at the stone fireplace. I could feel him looking at me. He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.

“So did that make you change your mind?” He asked, with some hesitation in his voice. 

“No, no... it didn’t.” I said while finally breaking my gaze away from the stones. “It’s not something I ever thought I would want to do, but then again, none of this is. I think I’ll be okay trying it if that’s what you really want.”

Steve beamed a big smile, causing me to smile back. All of the awkwardness seemed to drift away at that point. 

“I really mean it when I say that you’ll look beautiful. You’ll be my little princess.” He said.

I blushed intensely as my mind processed that he just called me a princess. It was humiliating, but I really liked it for some reason. 

“Well, I’m glad you think that.” I replied back.

“So did you and Sarah ever play with any toys?” He asked after another moment of silence. 

I laughed lightly and shook my head at the question as I tried to process through what was likely to be a very taboo conversation. 

“Well, I’ve got quite the collection if you’ve got any interest.” He said with an eager voice. 

“Uhh, I guess... maybe?” I stammered back. 

Before I could even finish the thought, Steve was pivoting around the chair and back to the empty nursery. I looked as he walked away and saw that he was unlocking the door on the right. From my vantage point I couldn’t see much, but I could see that there was plenty of stuff contained in there. Before I could identify anything, he was back out with a medium sized box. He stopped to lock the closet again before coming back to take his seat again.

“So of course we don’t have to use anything that’s in here, but we do have it if you have any interest later.” He said as he pulled the cardboard flap open.

I couldn’t see into the box from my seat, but could hear the contents within bang around as he rummaged through the box. He pulled out a flesh colored, very realistic dildo and tossed it casually over to me. I caught it very awkwardly by it’s testicles and felt the weight of the phallic shape pull my arm down. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do with it, so I turned it in my hands. It was very life-like feeling skin, soft on my hands but firm enough to stand erect. I could feel Steve’s eyes on me as I lightly rubbed the shaft and ran my thumb along the bulging underside. 

“Wow, it’s big.” I said after a moment.

“Yeah, that’s one of the larger from the collection. It has a suction cup base, so you can stick it to the floor and... well, ride.” He said as he stood and collected the dildo from my hands. 

It took me a moment to process what he meant by ‘ride’. It gave me a queezy feeling in my stomach thinking of having that thing inside of me. 

“That’s a lot of stuff you have in there.” I said after a few seconds trying to keep my nerves in check. 

“Yeah, quite a bit. I won’t make you look at it all, but we have an assortment of BDSM stuff, dildos, plugs, gags, vibrators... some lube. You know, normal stuff.” He said with a chuckle. 

I laughed a bit at this then stood to try and keep from throwing up from nerves. I felt like I had just gotten in over my head. Dressing up was one thing, but the size of that dildo was quite another. I had no doubt in my mind that if we kept seeing each other, it would turn sexual and as Steve has put it a few times, I would be the recipient. I would be the one penetrated. I would be the one sucking dick. I would be the one swallowing cum. I would be the one pranced around in little panties and dresses. I would be his princess. I was strangely turned on by this. 

It was getting pretty late by this point. Steve picked up on that and walked us back to the kitchen to finish eating the now cold pizza. He didn’t bring up the sex toys or clothes again, just talked about school and work.

After a few minutes, we made our way to the SUV and before I knew it were heading west on the highway, back to reality. 

I thought about the gravity of what happened tonight. I could see myself standing on the edge of a cliff. Behind me was the safety of the known. Sure, I needed to talk to a therapist, I was depressed. I wasn’t eating. I hated what I had become. In front of me was a deep, dark hole that had never been explored, but I knew that once I jumped into explore it, I would likely never be able to get back out. I thought about all of the things that I could be giving up and decided sleeping on it was probably a good idea. I had an exciting night, to say the least. I got to talk with someone new, I had enjoyed the pizza, and I got to hold the most realistic face dick I’ve ever seen. Weird night.

“I really hope I get to see you again soon.” Steve said as we pulled into the parking spot next to my apartment door. 

“I think I’d like that.” I said back with a small smile, not sure if I was being totally truthful or not. 

I leaned over the console and gave him a hug. I wasn’t sure what else to do, but I’ve had girls end dates like that before and it seemed like an appropriate thing to do in the situation. 

I watched the bright LED taillights drive off and waved into the blackness after him. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but I decided it was at least enjoyable to think about.

[Mcraft]

Ohhh yes! Great chapter. There was some nice intensity to the meeting between them, and I'm super eager to see where the story goes from here.

[WBDaddy]

There's a little bit of a Fifty Shades feel to this, yet I still find it intriguing.  Totally not my field of interest, well, maybe other than the humiliation aspect, yet I'm still looking forward to another installment.  

[Nomadic]

Part 3
 

The sun peeked in through a small gap in the curtain stirring me out of a deep sleep. The digital clock on the desk across the room read 9:04 in dim blue light. I rolled on my back and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and nearly panicked as the memory of last night hit me full force. 

Part of me thought meeting with Steve had been a dream, or maybe somewhat of a nightmare depending on how I framed the memory. The new day had presented me with questions about my sexuality that the intoxication of Steve's companionship the previous night did not. Was I gay now? I sure seemed okay with that thought of being at least a little gay last night. The thought that my sexuality was not as concrete as I had thought caused a momentary panic, followed by regret. I wasn’t sure this was me... I wasn’t sure this was what I wanted. Yes, it was sort of exciting. Steve was giving me attention and the prospect of affection that I hadn’t felt in months. I knew I needed to understand that last night was a mistake, one that I wouldn’t discuss ever again and let that be the end of it. 

I rolled from bed and staggered across the tiny apartment to the restroom and had yet another moment of shame when I remembered that Steve had shown me the contents of his fantasies, and I was somewhat turned on by it at the time. I was humiliated at myself as I looked in the mirror while standing in front of the toilet. The icing on the cake being my entirely hairless body making me appear as if I were heading back to elementary school after my shower. I wondered what friends back home would say if they knew. I wonder what Sarah would say if she knew. I tried as hard as I could to shake the memories out and get ready for a Sunday of... well... nothing, I guess.

I showered, had a breakfast bar, and settled into the chair across from the TV ready for another exciting day of binging whatever show caught my eye. Queer Eye... huh. It hit a little too close to home, but decided to watch it all the same. Roughly 20 minutes into the episode, I realized that I hadn’t grabbed my phone from the nightstand this morning, so I took the 10 steps or so required. Lifting the phone up, I noticed a few new texts. One from my Mom asking if I would be home for my sisters birthday in a few weeks — yes, I replied. I could use some family time even though I knew I'd come to regret that as well soon. Another text was from my bank showing a low balance in my checking account and encouragement to sign up for overdraft protection. The third was from Steve at 7:56am. I hesitated to open it, and thought about just deleting it without reading it since I had now decided that whatever happened last night wasn't really me. In the end, curiosity got the best of me thought. The familiar blue bubble popped up when I swiped on his message, it simply read “Check your email”.

My laptop was on the floor next to the chair, I lifted to grab it and powered it on. Going to my spam collecting Yahoo account I see quite a few emails waiting, all were junk except for one. 

“Adam -
Good morning. I hope you’re feeling alright as you’re reading this. Last night may be a lot for you to process. I know. I can remember being there. What happened last night was between two adults. Two adults that are taking a chance that there may be some chemistry between them. I know you were frightened last night, but you still showed up on-time, and followed all of the instructions I had provided for you. For that, I am proud. That took courage. I won’t take much time writing this as my only intent is to show you support during a frightening point in your life, and to selfishly hope that when you make the decision to turn toward or away from whatever made you respond to my posting, that the direction you turn will lead you back here. 
Affectionately,
-Steve”

I wanted to delete the email and just forget everything. But I also couldn’t believe how nice he seemed and thought it rude to just ghost him completely without at least an explanation. I deliberated about how to respond for a few minutes, but decided his genuine email deserved a genuine response. It was the least I could do, I guess. 

“Thank you for writing, Steve. I am trying to process what happened last night still and if the person you met was the real me or just the lonely me. I’m not sure meeting again would be the best idea, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I don't think I can be what you want me to be. It was nothing you did, I’m just unsure of where I go from here.
Adam"

I took a deep breath and hit send. The 'whoosh' I heard was the mark of finality on my homosexual exploration.

I did enjoy myself last night. It was thrilling. I was scared, but I was also afraid of what would happen to me if I kept living life how I had been. I knew I was depressed. I was near my own personal rock bottom. I hadn’t turned to drugs or alcohol yet, but occasionally between episodes on Netflix, when the screen would go black, I would see the reflection of someone I didn’t know looking back. The gaunt little guy that stared back wasn’t who I wanted to be either. His sunken eyes were nearly dead, I couldn’t be him. I began to cry, thinking about how wrong everything had gone in my life. I was miserable and now I had just shut down the only person that had given me a glimpse of excitement in the past few months. I felt bad, I liked Steve. He was a really cool, successful guy. I just wasn’t the person he was looking for. I couldn’t dress up for him, I couldn’t be his girl. I wasn’t going to be a girl for anyone. I missed MY girl. But I still felt bad for leading him on, I guess.

I pulled up the text from Steve and responded “Hey, can we talk?” and waited, hoping I didn’t cause a massive riff with my email. Maybe we could still be friends or something, or at least I could let him down gently and try and explain the why behind it, if I could even figure that out. Nearly and hour had passed with no response. I began to accept that I had destroyed any possible friendship I had with him, and rightfully so. I didn’t exactly respond in a great way.

I jumped nearly out of my chair at the first knock on my apartment door. I wasn’t expecting a delivery, and I never had visitors. I sat deathly still in the chair as if my motion would tip off my presence. The second knock was louder. I crept to the door, staying as far from the window as possible and peeked into the peephole. It was Steve. He was standing at the door in a nice shirt and slacks. He had a box in his hand with a red bow encircling the silver paper. 

“Umm.. just a minute...” I stammered, mortified at the thought of him seeing my dingy basement apartment with no appreciable natural light. I scrambled to turn lamps on and threw a clean shirt on over my head and tried in vein to fix my bedhead. I rushed back over to the door and unlocked the deadbolt, hoping he had moved away from the door enough that I could exit and speak to him outside.

“Adam, can I come in?” Steve said with a smile, moving past me before my official answer was delivered. 

“Uh, sure - sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t be, I doubt you expected company.” he responded.

He towered in my small apartment, his 6’6” frame seeming cramped under my 8’ ceilings. He moved over toward the chair and set the expertly wrapped box on the table. 

“I got you a little something... since I wasn’t here for your house-warming party...” he said with a grin. 

“Thanks, you really didn’t ha-”

“I know I didn’t. I wanted too. Judging by your reaction I guess I'm full of surprises.” he said with a smirk and a wink at the end, emphasizing the good nature he intended from the comment. 

“Well, I appreciate it.” I said, moving toward the box. “Should I open it now, or...”

“Yes, please do. I figured you could wear it to lunch today.” he said as he gestured toward the box. 

It wasn’t heavy, but had some heft to it. I pulled the red ribbon and placed it back on the table, then began to peel the paper slowly and carefully, trying not to rip the beautiful silver paper.

“An  Apple Watch!? Steve, these are like four hundred bucks! Way too much!” I exclaimed, in shock that he would think this was a casual gift. 

“I know that, baby. I didn’t pay full price, and I saw that you weren’t wearing a watch. I figured you’d enjoy having one.”

I felt conflicted about his using the term “baby” again. It made me feel weird, guilty. Last night I was in a different frame of mind. I tried to push past it. 

“Steve, I’m not so sure I can accept-” he cut me off. 

“Listen, Adam...” he started “I saw your email. I get how weird last night seemed to you. I've been there before. I remember the nerves well. I remember trying to talk myself out of it, and I vividly remember trying to suppress who I was because I was afraid of what other people would think. I know it was scary, I don't take that for granted. I just want to thank you for even showing up. It was courageous of you to take a chance. I don't want to force you into anything, I just want you to be able talk freely and not be afraid. Let's get some lunch and talk about how you're feeling. Okay?”

I reflected for a moment that Steve was really concerned for me. This didn’t seem like something he was doing to manipulate me into more. There couldn't be any harm in talking.

“Okay, it’s a deal, I guess.” I said with a flash of a smile.

“Perfect! Now get dressed in something nice, we’re going to Parkside Tavern for lunch. Our reservation is in 30 minutes.” He said lightly ushering me toward my open closet door.

I quickly put on my only nice pair of slacks and a checkered blue and white button up shirt while Steve waited in the doorway. I pulled on some slip on brown Oxfords and I left my apartment with a lot of anxiety, but also relief in being able to talk with someone I felt I could trust. 

The ride to the Tavern was short since it was Sunday morning with only a few other cars on the road. We drove east toward the nice part of town that Steve lived in feeling much more relaxed than either of us was last night. 

Parkside was a fancy place situated between a prestigious country club golf course that routinely hosted PGA events, and the large lake backing up to Steve’s gated community. The restaurant was pretty empty, the golf season hadn’t started yet and they had only just begun serving lunch. We were seated at a table overlooking the water, and Steve had again slipped a $20 bill into the hand of the hostess to ensure we had our privacy until the last available moment that table nearest us be needed.

“It’s pretty cute that even the small watch looks so large on your wrist.” Steve teasingly pointed out.

I blushed and twisted the watch a bit to straighten it up, and refastened the Velcro to hold it a bit tighter. I fiddled around with the watch a bit more, looking out of the window at the shimmering water and waited for Steve to break the silence. I glanced back at him, my eyes diverting up to meet his gaze, still amazed at how he seems to tower even while sitting. 

“So, do you want to talk about last night at all... or...” he asked with a glimmer of a smirk. 

“Umm... I guess so.” I responded, nearly faint at the prospect of discussing anything like the previous night in public. We were well away from prying ears, so I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what I was sure was going to be an embarrassing conversation. I straightened in my booth and put both hands folded on the table.

“Okay, good. I think its important that we do. First and foremost, what I showed you was some pretty advanced level stuff toward the end. I probably got a bit too overzealous by showing you all of that on what was probably your first time talking to a gay man one-on-one. I had you in my world without considering the fact that I probably needed to be in yours. I apologize for that. Do you understand?" he stated, less as a question and more as a confirmation I heard him.

I shook my head yes, awkwardly avoiding his intense gaze

"Even though I brought you to that level too quickly, do you have any questions about anything that was discussed, or that we saw last night?" he followed. 

"I mean, I don't think so." I meekly replied.

The silence seemed to last an eternity. I could sense Steve's disappointment with my lack of conversation, I couldn't break past the awkwardness to say anything. I tried to steady my breathing as much as I could and find some way to engage the conversation. I built a wall between myself and last night and decided to just openly engage in the conversation like I was never involved. I took a deep breath and made eye contact.

"How long have you liked dressing boys like girls?" I blurted out, immediately knowing I should have phrased that differently. 

Steve gave me a funny look and chuckled. 

"Alright, there we go." He began, overtly surprised at my question. "Well, when I was younger, maybe 6 or 7, I had a babysitter that seemed to really enjoy teasing me. One day, she made me put on a dress and wear it the entire day. She teased me the entire time. When I got older, I was asked to babysit a kid down the street for a few hours. I did the same thing to him. I found his sister's closet and made him wear her clothes. He cried, but I enjoyed teasing him. I think from there, it just developed into a fetish. I realized when I was older and started dating that it felt natural to be dominant at first with women, then with men. I got off on putting people in situations that were outside of their comfort zones. Dressing guys up as girls had a stark effect on the control of power. There was no denying who was in charge. I've enjoyed it since then." He said.

I nodded my head as he spoke, fascinated with his story. It was funny how something so seemingly innocent from his youth seemed to alter his life. It also wasn't lost on me that he was probably enjoying my being out of my comfort zone right now. 

"So are you serious about all of this? Why'd you decide to write me?" He asked bluntly.

"Well, I've never even really thought about being with a guy... well, I guess until I saw your post, at least. I was bored and looking for group meet ups or something on Craigslist, and I guess I just kept clicking around. Eventually that led me to your post and... and I guess it kind of turned me on. So I decided to write you back. I never really thought you would respond. I guess I was just bored and lonely." I answered, the heat now radiating from my face from embarrassment. 

I could see the slight smile on Steve's face. He was enjoying this, I could tell. I was afraid that deep down, I was too. The same feelings that I had last night were coming back to me. I felt his affection again. The taboo topics we were discussing were turning me on again, and it was overpowering the shame and guilt that I came into the conversation with. 

"So you said you've never thought about it until you read my post. What did you think about? What were you thinking last night when I was going through the bag and showing you the closet? You seemed to like it when you weren't mortified." He responded.

"Well..." I started, again feeling my heart race. "I didn't really think of specifics. I just thought about what it would be like to be... desired, er... wanted? I don't know if that's the right word, but... you know. I guess my entire life, boys chase girls and give them attention and affection, but I've never really felt like anyone has treated me like that. I guess it was exciting to read it. It almost made me feel like I was the girl and a guy was trying to... seduce me? I don't know, that probably doesn't make sense."

"No, no. It absolutely does." Steve interjected quickly. "It makes perfect sense. And you're right. That's exactly what it was like because that's what it was." He said exuding confidence, and a smirk on his face. 

It was funny how it hit me. I realized at that moment that Steve saw me like I saw Sarah. I saw her as a delicate, feminine, sexy person that drove me crazy. He saw me as a delicate, feminine, sexy person that drove him crazy. I think at that moment, for the first time, I realized that gender norms weren't applicable right now. Hitting that realization both relaxed me and excited me. I wanted affection and so did he. We were both looking for something that the other could provide, even if it wasn't what I would have normally considered it something I would do. I decided to let my guard down a bit, and at the very least have fun being chased by a tall, handsome guy. 

A brief silence with an exchange of smiles between us was interrupted by the waitress bringing rolls and butter, and inquiring about our lunch order.

“He’ll have the steak medallions over rice pilaf with broccoli, water to drink. I’ll have the sea bass, sub out the potatoes for broccoli and a side salad with balsamic. Water to drink as well.” Steve said without missing a beat, or even glancing at me for a confirmation of my order. I sheepishly looked at the waitress and nodded as she looked at me, some confusion on her face. 

“Thank you, I’ll get this right in. Anything I can get you now?” she asked with a smile, and an awkward glance trying to process the dynamic of the relationship in front of her. 

“No, that’ll be it. Thanks.” Steve replied with a lovely smile. 

Steve looked at me, reading the surprise on my face. I hadn’t had someone order food for me since I learned to read. It was an odd feeling, to say the least. 

Our conversation over the rest of lunch seemed lighter than the prying we both did when we sat down. I was now determined to just ease in and have fun playing the game, and I think Steve could sense the shift in my guard. 

The steak was delicious, tender and perfectly cooked to a medium rare doneness. Steve inquired more about my family, my school life, and my job. I told him about my parents and our distant relationship, and how school hadn’t been all I thought it would be. I recounted what my normal shift was like, and he too was surprised that I was as isolated as I was during the night. We discussed my classes, and how I really haven’t found my calling yet, all of my classes were considered Gen Ed. We talked for a few minutes after our plates were cleared, then Steve paid the bill and we were on our way. 

“Thanks for lunch, I really appreciate it. It was nice being able to talk openly with you.” I said, walking next to him in the direction of the parking lot. 

“I loved having you with me as well.” He responded, reaching his right arm around my waste and pulling in for a side hug as we continued to the car. 

“Do you want to come back to my house?” Steve asked as we were approaching the main road from the restaurant. "No pressure. Maybe a movie or something?"

“Umm... yeah, sure. I guess so.” I responded somewhat hesitantly. I had flashbacks of asking girls over to 'watch movies' in my past and I knew what that usually meant. 

“Alright, great.” He responded without emotion as he turned out onto the main road toward his street.

The drive took only moments, his house  being nearly visible from the restaurant hardly warranted a car ride at all if the weather wasn't so cool. We slowly drove through the gated community entrance with Steve's slight nod to the guard at the small shack. The guard barely took his eyes off of his book as the gate slowly whirled open. 

Steve parked in the circular driveway and we exited without speaking. It felt very casual at this point... just two friends hanging out for a little while. I tried to play it cool and keep my nerves in check. I tried to imagine my reaction in as many scenarios as possible. If he came on to me, what would I do? If he pinned me against the wall, how would I get away? I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind. I didn't know him that well, but he didn't seem like a rapist, I guess. I wasn't naive, I knew his intentions were most likely different from mine. I knew I would just have to draw the line if it came to that.

Steve unlocked and opened the large door and I was greeted with the warm embrace of the heated air in the large foyer. Steve closed the door behind me and slid his jacket off while motioning for me to do the same. I handed him my light jacket and slid my shoes off, again following his lead. 

We walked through the foyer, past the gourmet kitchen, and down a different hallway than the master bedroom had been down. He walked through an open door leading to a dark, cool room. He flicked the overhead lights, illuminating a well-equipped movie room decorated to resemble a theatre, complete with a matte black wall with a massive curved TV hanging, seemingly floating, and talking up a good portion of it. There were heavy curtains lining the side walls, and positioned toward the front was a large, plush looking couch. A few feet behind the couch were 4 plush recliners raised about 18 inches above the couch. It was an impressive design.

“There are some movies in the closet behind the curtains over there. Pick anything you’d like to watch, I’m gonna go change.” Steve said, throwing his keys and wallet on the table near the door. “There are drinks in the refrigerator, grab me a Diet, grab yourself whatever, if you don't mind.” He said as he turned to exit.

I walked over to the corner of the room and pulled the curtain to reveal a sliding door that hid all of the media equipment and physical copies of movies. I smiled slightly thinking that he could have saved himself a lot of money on movies if he had realized that streaming was going to be the next big wave. There had to have been hundreds of  movies to choose from. I scanned through the mass of blue cases on the shelves lining the built in cabinet before finally selecting the first Harry Potter movie. 

Not knowing how to play movies on this system, I set the movie on the large couch and decided to go get the drinks and allow Steve to set it up. I grabbed two Diet Cokes from the refrigerator and placed them both on the table nearest the couch. Looking around, I noticed another closet near the one housing the selection I had just viewed. I pulled on the door but the lock clicked and the door resisted being open.

“The movies in there may be a bit advanced for you right now...” Steve said, standing at the door with a grin on his face. 

I moved away from the door feeling like a kid who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Steve smirked, now dressed in athletic shorts and a v-neck tee shirt. I stepped over to the couch, my eyes not leaving his masculine body as he walked, and sat easily down on the left side of the couch, grabbing the movie and extending it out to him.

“I wasn’t sure how to start it.” I said, still red from embarrassment of being caught at the door, now even more embarrassed that I couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I could feel something stir in me again, something that I felt at the pizza place as well. It was an odd feeling for me, it was almost like I had the need to be swooped up in his arms and protected. I felt the butterflies flutter in my stomach as he walked toward me. I felt small. 

Steve took the movie from me and inserted it into the player, then collected a few remotes. He turned the TV on with one, the player on with one, then using the third, turned all of the lights off leaving us enveloped in pitch blackness. The gentle light of the TV slightly illuminated the room, showing Steve’s silhouette moving toward me. I felt the couch sink in as he settled on a spot near me. 

“I’m sorry, we should have run by your place to get you some other clothes.” He said as the movie began to softly light the room.

“Here...” he said as he pulled a blanket from the floor and tosses it over both of us. “Need to get comfortable... you picked Harry Potter and you can’t watch just one.”

I pulled my shirt from my pants, attempting to get comfortable in the clothes I was wearing.

“If you want a change of clothes, let me know... I’m sure I can put something together for you.” He said with a teasing laugh.

“Okay, I’ll let you know...” I laughed awkwardly, knowing exactly what he was implying.

The movie played for a little while as we sat motionless in the dark. I tried to take stock of every move he made, nearly jumping every time he would shift his body on the couch. I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

I was waiting for the moment. It was a hard moment to describe, as I have never been on the receiving end of the moment. It was the moment where the guy had finally gained the courage to make his move on the girl. It was the 'chill' part of 'Netflix and chill'. I wasn't sure how I was going to react when he made the move, but I was going to make sure I wasn't caught off-guard. 

The moment didn't arrive as fast as I had anticipated it would, but it did arrive before the first half of the movie had elapsed. I felt the very slight movement of the blanket as Steve's right hand slowly made its way to rest gently on my left thigh. My heart started beating even more rapidly as I froze, acutely aware that he was very near my groin. I could feel my breathing tighten as I kept my gaze firmly locked on the screen, for some reason convinced that if I pretended like his hand wasn't there that he would remove it. 

His hand didn't move, but I was mortified as I could feel myself starting to grow hard near his hand. I knew that if I got an erection he would feel it due to the close proximity. I tried as hard as I could to think about something to cause it to go down, but my body had other ideas. I could feel Steve's hand shift very slightly as my erection tugged lightly at my pants, now fully grown. I was a bit surprised as he moved his hand further down my thigh, and I was ashamed in myself that I was slightly disappointed that he moved his hand away. I tried to focus on the movie, but found myself unable to focus on anything at all but the location and slight movements of his hand and the tightness of my pants as my cock was begging to be released. 

It felt like an eternity, but soon I could feel gentle, rhythmic movements as he began to lightly rub my thigh. He toyed with me as he moved closer and closer to my cock as he rubbed up and down. I was desperate for him to touch me, but conflicted because at the same time I didn't want him too. My horniness was beginning to take over my mind fully as I felt my hips gently lift when his hand was completing the upper-most portion of it's journey. This caused his hand to very lightly touch the tip of my cock, causing a near panic attack in my mind as his hand froze in place. I wanted to get up and run, but my body wouldn't allow it. 

His up-and-down motions now became light side to side movements from my inner to outer thigh, each time causing friction on the overly sensitive head of my cock. I could feel the wetness of precum on my underwear as he shifted toward and away. I wanted him to keep going so bad, but I wanted to hide my face in shame as he did so. I tried to focus on my breathing, slow my heart rate, and calm my nerves. It didn't help at all. 

I felt Steve tighten his grip lightly on my inner thigh and pull lightly, causing my legs to spread slightly farther apart. I could feel my erection slide up more, causing a much more obvious tenting in my pants. His movements continued as the now-damp fabric of my underwear caused increased friction on my sensitive head. 

I nearly jumped off of the couch when I felt Steve's bodyweight shift closer to me, his hand deliberately lifting off of my thigh, landing squarely on the tip of my erection with a very gentile tickle. It was nearly enough to set me over the edge at that moment, but he lightly pulled away. The leather of the couch announced his movement as he shifted from his position into one much closer to me. His left hand resumed the activity of his right, lightly grazing the tip of my now painful erection as his face moved close to me. I could feel the heat of his body as I looked ahead. His forehead met my temple, and with a firm nudge, exposed my neck to him. I could feel his lips lightly touch my skin, and fireworks began to shoot in my body. My horniness had completely won the battle, only a white flag of defeat remained in my mind. 

I drew in a sharp breath as his mouth opened and began to lightly suck on my neck. I was floating away into some erotic paradise when I heard his voice call me back. 

"Do you remember your first time making out with a girl?" He asked quietly, nearly a whisper, with his mouth only inches from my ear. 

I nodded lightly, careful not to restrict access to my neck. 

"I bet she felt just like you do right now." He continued. "Nervous, but so, so excited. I bet she felt just like you do now as you kissed her neck."

He was speaking lightly as he continued to kiss softly. My mind flashed to Sarah laying on the couch in her den as I did just what Steve is doing our first time making out. She had been nervous as well, but didn't resist when I started on her neck. 

"You made her feel good, didn't you?" He said as he dipped his kiss from my neck to my collar bone. 

My breathing quickened into sharp inhalations as he gently nibbled. Sarah had also learned that this spot was my point of no return as well. Once my collar bone was kissed, it was on. His hands began to explore my belly and chest as his licking and kissing continued. In one quick motion pulled my shirt from my body and over my head, my arms offering little resistance. He kissed at the top of my chest as his hand moved up and sharply pinched my nipple. My head went back in the ecstasy of pleasure and pain. A cold sweat was beginning to form on my body causing me to shiver from the cool air, goosebumps now growing on my skin. 

"Did you suck on her nipples?" He murmured without waiting for a response before gently biting and sucking at my left nipple.

I let out a moan as a mix of an answer to his question and an approving affirmation to his actions. I felt like I was melting into the couch, my body heavy, my mind riding high at the new sensations. I felt like I could cum at any moment just from the nipple stimulation alone. My right hand gripped hard on the arm of the couch as my left arm wrapped lightly around Steve's head as he nibbled and sucked on my nipples. I never wanted this feeling to stop. 

As Steve continued the special attention to my chest, his hand resumed its earlier activity of stroking at my still covered cock. His hand began to fumble with my belt buckle, then button and zipper as I felt much of the tightness release off of my cock. It was now only covered by my boxer briefs. Steve pulled firmly at my pants and without even thinking, I lifted my butt off of the couch to allow him to remove my pants the rest of the way. I felt my pants bunch at my feet, then felt the tug as he removed them the rest of the way. 

His hand returned to my groin with an aggressive rub over my underwear. I could feel that the wetness near the tip of my cock had spread even more, but it was temporary as I felt the forceful tug of my underwear being pulled from beneath me without any assistance whatsoever on my part.

I was now naked on Steve's couch, except for socks. Not long before this, I had said nothing would happen physically between us. Now I was fully under his control and my body wouldn't stop it even if my mind objected. 

I opened my eyes slightly, enough to see Steve's lustful assessment of my nakedness. I was embarrassed by being naked in front of him but couldn't get myself to object in any way, my throbbing erection signaling my body's green flag to proceed with the race. I drew in another sharp breath as he encircled my cock with his hand and lightly pumped up and down. He began to kiss again at my neck and collar bone as I was again lost in ecstasy, the sensations flooding my brain with endorphins. 

His hands were twisting in a perfect symphony of sensations, the perfect amount of pressure and friction, but allowing his grip to loosen in the perfect spot to make me jump. He kept this up for only a few minutes before he felt my pelvis begin to rhythmically hump at his strong hands.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" He asked quietly as he moved his face away from my neck.

I moaned, but didn't respond to his question directly. I did want too, but I was conflicted. I was lost in the feelings I had and didn't want them to end, and in my mind I could justify what has happened as light experimentation, but that seemed to go out the window if I came from it. 

"Do you want to cum for me?" he again asked.

I realized he was expecting an answer to the question, not just passive acceptance. I lifted my head slightly and opened my eyes, pleading with them for him to continue.

"Baby, do you want to cum?" He asked with fire in his eyes.

I nodded that I did.

"I'm gonna give you a choice, baby. If you get to cum now, we get to visit the closet. Otherwise, you don't get too cum right now." He said as he continued to pump his hands, my precum now working as extra lubrication. 

I had trouble processing his ultimatum. My body was only focused on cumming, nothing else. I felt a moan escape my throat as he pierced me with his eyes. 

"What's your answer? Do you wanna cum, baby? Do you want to cum for daddy?" He added. 

I was nearly there already. I could feel my orgasm approaching and wasn't sure his stopping now would keep it from happening. I moaned again and nodded slightly. At this point, I would do nearly anything to cum.

"Okay, I'll keep going" He replied. 

He spit again into the palm of his right hand and began quick, rhythmic strokes lightly twisting his wrist at the top of the stroke causing amazing pressure on my cock head.

"You're going to be my little baby. I'm going to do what I want with you. I may even feed you your own cum, you little slut. I bet you'd lap it right from my hand, huh? You want that baby? You want me to feed you your cum? Huh?" He continued as he pumped.

I could hear his words, but I was so lost in the moment that my mind wouldn't process what he was saying. I could only nod my head slightly in response to his voice, aware that I was probably agreeing to things I'd regret later. 

His left hand gently parted my legs more and began to tug and tickle at my scrotum. I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly, mere seconds away. I began to pant heavily and could feel my cock begin to throb in Steve's hands. I barely felt his fingers leave my scrotum, but took notice immediately when his fingers began to lightly prod at my hole. I had never experienced this sensation and it was too much for me to take. I felt my orgasm explode as my muscles tensed involuntarily. I cried out and threw my head back as the orgasm waves began to hit. I could feel the pulsations continue as I felt the cum shoot from my cock and felt the light pressure as it landed on my body, as far up as my ribcage. Steve continued to stroke expertly, perfectly in time with the waves of pleasure.

He slowed slightly as the orgasm began to subside and began to milk my cock gently. I exhaled sharply and began to see stars as my eyes peaked open. I could vaguely see Steve's broad smile looking at me. I again closed my eyes as I rode the post-orgasmic glow the rest of the way down. My mouth was slightly agape as I tried to replenish my oxygen supply. I felt the gentle brush of Steve's lips on my cheek in a soft kiss.

"I won't make you taste it this time." He said as my mind finally connected the dots on what he was saying a moment ago. I sighed deep relief as the thought after my orgasm seemed much less appealing.

My mind and body were finally on the same page. I hit the post-orgasmic guilt harder than I ever have before as I tried to take in my surroundings. An older man had just given me a hand job to completion. I wanted nothing more than to dissolve into thin air, or have the Earth open up and consume me and every memory I had. 

"You did great, baby." Steve said as he stood up. "Don't move, I'll go get a towel to clean you up with." 

The cum on my body seemed to burn against my skin. It was the physical evidence of what had just happened. I lay perfectly still, unsure of what I should do apart from being overwhelmed with guilt.

Steve returned after what seemed to be seconds and rubbed a warm, wet cloth over my belly and chest. He followed it with a dry towel being sure to not miss a single spot. I flinched a bit as I felt him lean over me and kiss my forehead. I could feel my cock begin to shrivel up in exhaustion and was embarrassed to be naked again. I moved the blanket over my groin to regain a sense of modesty as Steve stood and turned to walk out with the towel and washcloth.

I stared distantly at the subtle blues of Harry Potter and tried to process what had just happened. 

“Alright, well I’m going to go collect some things... you sit tight.” Steve said, beginning to move toward the door of the media room with a bounce in his step, leaving me naked on the couch, still exhausted from the intense orgasm.

[kerry]

I am not generally one for descriptions of gay sex, but this was so well-written that it actually turned me on!

[Mcraft]

Agreed with Kerry. Very steamy! You write sexual scenes super well.

[fire07]

This story is super cute. I feel like I've read something similar before. Did you post a similar story on diaper-bois?

[Nomadic]

Part 4
 

I was incredibly self conscious laying naked on the couch even though my body seemed to really enjoy the events that had just taken place. I finally regained my composure and sat up, looking around the dim room for my clothes. I knew Steve had tossed them aside as he stripped me, but unless he had a hiding spot they were no longer in here. I pulled the blanket tighter as I realized my predicament, but admitted to myself that Steve took them and wasn't intending on giving them back soon so no need to look for them anymore.

I thought again about what the events that took place meant for me. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I didn't feel any different. I felt pretty good, actually. I'm not sure if getting jerked off by a guy made me gay or not, but he sure as hell did a better job than any girl I had ever been with. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

I heard Steve's heavy steps approach the room again and turned to see him flip the light switch, blinding me with the harsh LED light. I could see the clothes in his hand as he rounded the corner, the beaming smile still plastered on his face. I think he sensed my guilt, or shame, or whatever emotion was washing across me the instant we locked eyes.

"Before you go down that road, nothing we just did was wrong. You know that, right?" He said with more seriousness than I had seen from him before.

"Yeah, I just... yeah. I know." I shyly replied back, breaking eye contact.

He moved around the couch and sat close to me, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me tight to his torso. 

"Nothing about that, nothing about any of this is wrong. We are two adults that are here by choice, and who happen to make each other feel good. I used my hands to make you feel good. There isn't anything wrong with that." He said softly into my ear.

"Yeah, I know. I think it's just wrapping my head around it." I said quietly back. 

"Do you regret anything? Did you not enjoy it?" He said while turning my face up to his. 

"No, I don't regret it. I did enjoy it. It felt really good. Better than any girl I've been with." I said with a slight smile.

Steve genuine concern for my emotions reassured me that I wasn't making a mistake, and while I hadn't intended on exploring my sexuality today, I felt right about it being with him. 

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead gently. "Alright, well lets get you dressed." He said as he pulled away.

He slid back off of the couch and stood in front of me, quickly removing the blanket to reveal my now-spent cock, all of the blood having rushed back out after achieving its mission. 

"You're definitely more of a grower than a shower." He chuckled as he reached his hand out and gently rubbed my cock. 

I felt an intense flush cross over me, knowing that he had just called me small to my face. I think he sensed my offense immediately.

"It's not a bad thing. That's what I'm into. I like boys with little dicks." He replied without apology.

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I just sat there. I wondered if the girls I had been with thought the same thing. Fortunately his fondling had eased the thought away from my mind without getting any more self-conscious than I already was.

He placed the bundle on the couch next to me and spread the contents on the cushion. I could see multiple pieces of clothing, all of it feminine except a t-shirt, which he took and bunched in his hands before sliding it over my head and down my torso. In that action, he pulled me into a standing position in front of him. As he helped me slide my arms through the arm holes, he kissed me on the forehead. As the shirt ballooned around me, I could see that it was one of his old college law shirts. I felt tiny in the large shirt as the hem fell to the middle of my thighs. 

I could see the smirk on his face, and I knew exactly why. One of the hottest things I can remember is when Sarah would wear some of my shirts... and only the shirt. But wearing only the shirt wasn't his plan as he gathered the pink and white hipster panties in his hands. I could see white lace and ribbon adorning the leg and waist openings. Not overly laced, but definitely more juvenile than sexy. He moved his hands deftly through the leg openings holes before moving the panties down towards my feet. I carefully slid my right foot through the correct opening, the followed with my left. Steve carefully slid the panties up my legs and spread the fabric over my butt and groin. He adjusted the panties in place by running his fingers around the leg openings, settling the fabric in the rear about halfway up my butt cheeks.

"Only a tiny bulge, not too bad." He said absently, seemingly more to the room than to me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks from embarrassment as I looked down my body to see the panties now seated in place. 

He smoothed out the oversized shirt now covering any glimpse of the feminine garment before reaching over and grabbing the last of the items consisting of a pair of knit striped knee high socks adorned with pink bows. He slid them up my legs without resistance, then stepped back to adore his handiwork. 

"You look sexy as fuck right now." He nearly growled.

I stood awkwardly at the couch getting used to the sensation of my new clothes, the softness of the panties causing a stir in my groin again. I blushed at the thought of how I looked. 

Steve stepped a bit closer and kissed me square on the lips again with force. I felt his tongue brush at my lips, but I held them closed in fear of what kissing him back would lead too. I think he took the cue and pulled gently away, but not before grabbing my butt forcefully with both hands and squeezing. I could feel the fabric ride up, now feeling more like a thong. He slapped firmly at my right cheek causing a sharp sting and a crack that seemed to echo around the room. 

He held my head to his chest and I felt the awkwardness of the moment as I was in a post-orgasmic lull but Steve was still in a horny state. He pulled me in close and tight, I felt dwarfed by his large stature, him at least a foot taller and double my body weight. I willingly hugged him back, my arms wrapping around his upper abdomen and my head resting at his upper chest. It was then that I could feel it. I knew it was there the entire time, but I hadn’t seen or felt it, but now, pressing against my belly in all of it’s firmness was Steve’s dick. I could feel it pulsate as he firmly pressed his hips against me, and I knew without a doubt that he was doing it with purpose. I relaxed my grip, again afraid that he would try and advance beyond the hug, but he maintained the tight hug for a moment more.  

He finally pulled away and began speaking without looking down at me. I was nervous that he would ask me for something sexual as repayment, and while I probably would have returned the hand job, I figured that isn't what he would ask for. To my relief, Steve asked if I was interested in staying for dinner, and if so, if I wanted to help him prep. I gladly accepted the invitation, relieved that he didn’t start pushing my head towards his crotch, and we made our way to the kitchen. 

I julianned vegetables as Steve prepped the chicken for fajitas. I enjoyed watching him make his way around the kitchen, adding spices to the meal that I’d never even heard of. He completed the prep by effortlessly flaming all of the ingredients together in a dramatic flame before sliding it all onto a serving tray. We sat at the table and gazed out at the lake, the reflection nearly hypnotizing me and assembled our meal.

“What are you thinking about?” Steve inquired, snapping me from my trance.

“Huh? Oh, nothing really.” I replied, shaking my head to help disperse the fogginess. 

“I know this may be weird for you, but if it helps, I really like it. I think you look amazing.” He replied back, his deep gaze seeming to stare through the front of confidence I was trying to put on. 

“I mean, yeah, I feel weird, I guess. But it’s not bad. Just... different. I’m not sure how to explain it.” I mustered back.

“I guess you could describe it as being a cute little boy in pretty little panties...” he joshed back. 

I chuckled softly and nodded in admission that a cute boy in pretty little panties was exactly what I was at the moment. 

Steve stood and walked over to a wine rack and pulled a bottle from a rack near the top. I’ve never been much of a drinker, and wine was never something I had developed much of a taste for, but I was grateful for some liquid courage in my current situation.

“Are you much of a wine drinker?” He asked as he rummaged through a drawer for a corkscrew. 

“No, not really. I’ve had it a few times, but it’s not something I know a lot about.” I replied.

“Well, lets start your education into the fine wines of California. I think you’ll like it.” He said as he cut the foil and popped the cork from the large bottle. “This is Darioush from Napa. It’s a Cabernet, which is a red. This is a full-bodied wine, so it may be a little overpowering if you don’t like bold flavors.”

He passed me a glass of deep-red wine after pouring it through an aerator. He put his hand atop mine as I began to bring it up to my mouth to taste.

“Not yet. You’ve got to get the aroma first. Let it breathe and it’ll really open up.” He said as he moved the glass up to my nose. “Inhale.”

I took a deep breath and was amazed as my mouth began to water from the complex smells.

“What’s it smell like?” He asked with a smile.

“Hmm... kind of like spicy blueberries and wood.” I said with a smile.

“Wow, nice descriptors!” He replied with excitement. “Okay, now take a small sip, but don’t swallow it right away. Let it dance on your tongue.”

I followed his instructions and savored the sharp, spicy wine. While not a wine guy, I could tell that this was far from my mom’s Franzia wine boxes that I had over the summer by the pool, in moderation of course. 

“That is so good.” I said after I swallowed the first sip, genuine in my response. “How much does a bottle like this cost?”

“It’s around $150, but I get it a little bit cheaper by the case. It’s my favorite wine.” He replied without taking his eyes off of the deep red liquid he was spinning in his glass. “It never disappoints.”

I made my way through the glass in a few minutes as Steve continued to educate me on the high points of California wines; knowledge that was completely lost on me as fast as he could speak it. What I did know is given my limited experience with alcohol, the glass of wine was beginning to make my face numb and my head spin.

“I think one glass is enough for now... I think this is hitting you pretty hard.” Steve said as he cleared the glass from the table in front of me. 

I laughed a bit at having such a low tolerance and complimented him on his powers of deduction and his impeccable taste in wine and began to stand to clear the table. 

“You don’t have to do that now, sweetie.” He said gesturing to the empty plates and bowls strewn about the table. 

“You cooked, the least I can do is help clean.” I replied and continued to collect the plates before depositing them in the sink. 

I let the water warm as I savored the feeling of being tipsy, a smile slowly creeping across my face as I pondered the events of the day thus far. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol, or the comfort in being around Steve, but the vast majority of the guild I was feeling earlier had all but vanished. I was really beginning to enjoy myself again. 

“You gonna wash those or just run up the water bill?” Steve asked after a moment, cracking my daze. 

“Yeah, just getting the water warm.” I replied with a chuckle barely realizing that the water had been running hot for well over 90 seconds. 

As I cleaned the last of the dishes, I heard the faint vibration of my phone on the table across the kitchen. I dried my hands on the dishcloth and crossed the room to check the notification. I saw it was a message from Steve, still in the kitchen with me with a sly smile on his face. With some confusion I pointed the phone at my face to unlock it, and could see that Steve had sent me a picture. I opened his message and was surprised to see a picture of me from behind, my shirt riding up on my right side, and the obvious pink and white lace panties prominently on display. I stared at the image for a moment longer, stunned by how sexy of a picture it was and ashamed that I was sort of turned on by a picture of myself, but admitting that I didn’t look at all like myself in that picture. I really looked like a girl from behind... a girl in a sexy picture with her panties exposed. 

“You can’t share that with anyone, okay? Please?” I asked after the initial shock wore off, the alcohol making it come out almost as a laugh.

“I’ll never share anything between us with anyone unless you tell me I can.” He said with a big grin back. 

I could feel myself begin to get hard, hidden from Steve’s view from the baggy shirt. I crossed back across the kitchen after locking my phone to work on completing the dishes, my face beet red from the excitement of the sexy picture. 

As I cleaned the last dish and stacked it in the dryer rack, I could feel Steves hands slowly encircle my body at my belly. I could feel his warmth on my back as his body contacted mine. His breath was like fire on my neck as he dipped down and began to lightly kiss at the base of my neck as his hands cupped at my chest and pinched my nipples lightly over the t-shirt material. I could feel my body go rigid in reaction to his touch and tried to breathe deeply to relax. He raised his hand to the front of my neck and lightly squeezed in a playful choke, then quickly pulled away, although I wish he would have squeezed a little harder, then felt bad for thinking that. 

Both of his hands began to move down my body as I felt the t-shirt begin to rise, fully displaying my panties to the empty room. Steve began to lightly stroke me lightly over the pink fabric, but quickly pulled them down to the middle of my thighs.

“You are so fucking hot, baby. Standing there washing dishes in your slutty little clothes. You are so fucking hot.” He breathed in my ear. 

I began to go weak at the knees, and slightly leaned forward to brace myself of the counter. Steve moved in closer behind me, I could now feel his hard cock throbbing against my lower back. His hand encircled my cock and began masturbating me with perfect pressure. I knew that even with my recent orgasm, I wouldn’t last long if he kept this pace and pressure of. It was like he had a GPS programmed to the exact spot of my orgasm. 

I rolled my head back and rested it on his shoulder, my eyes closed soaking up the moment. I couldn’t believe how amazing he made me feel so quickly. I felt safe in his arms, I felt wanted. He moved his lips to my ear, my breathing beginning to subconsciously match his. 

“I want you to cum for daddy, baby. I want you to cum hard for me.” He said softly in my ear. “I want you to cum hard for me, baby. I want you to cum right here, standing here with your little panties down around your thighs like a little slut.” He continued, his dirty talk alone almost enough to push me over the edge.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, knowing that I wouldn’t last another 30 seconds if he didn’t stop. I knew he wouldn’t. 

“Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to cum like a good little girl for daddy?” He continued. 

I nodded my head slightly, still resting against his shoulder. The affirmation sped his tempo up so slightly, but I could tell that his mission was to get me off as quickly and powerfully as possible. His left hand moved from gently stroking my scrotum and I could hear the faint scraping of glass on the countertop. At the time I paid no attention, but would soon realized Steve’s intention. 

As my orgasm arrived, I leaned more of my weight onto Steve and held my breath. I could feel something cold and hard brush against the head of my cock, but lost it again as the orgasmic wave hit. Although not as powerful as earlier, it was still one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Wave after wave hit, my muscles powerfully contracting to eject semen in convulsive jets. After a moment of riding high on the peak, I slowly came down and steadied my breathing.

I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, the reflections of the water dancing on the waves projected onto the high ceiling entranced me. It snapped into my mind the ramification of what I had agreed too during my desperation to cum earlier. I slowly lifted my head from his shoulder, my eyes locking onto the small glass in Steve’s left hand, moving from below the counter. The clank of contact between the granite and glass was startling, but nothing compared to the creamy white liquid now settling at the bottom of the glass in a shallow, creamy pool. 

Steve carefully pulled the panties back up around me, adjusting the shirt back to it’s normal position before shifting my body weight off of him. He moved from behind me to lean on the counter, lightly pulling my chin with his free hand, drawing me to lock eyes with him. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, my thoughts not quite comprehending his request.

He subtly nodded to the glass, now mocking me from the counter, my eyes going wide with recognition. 

“It’s not going to hurt you, and I told you earlier that nothing will go to waste. You agreed.” He said with some sternness in his voice. 

“I didn’t think you really meant it.” I weakly replied, knowing full well that he knew I knew exactly what he was talking about. "I really don't think I can..." 

My stomach was turning into a giant knot and I could feel my face begin to flush again as my eyes locked onto the stemless wine glass containing the evidence of my orgasm. I didn't even like looking at it, much less the thought of putting it into my mouth. Now that my erotic high had passed, that thought was the furthest thing from exciting to me. I tried to back away slightly but Steve's hand grabbed mine and held me in place. He carefully lifted the glass from the counter and tried to hand it to me, but I was frozen in fear of touching it. 

"Not feeling it anymore, huh?" He asked with sincerity in his eyes. 

"No." I shot back quickly.

"Well, I think we can come to some agreement here since you're backing out on your end of the deal, sweetie."

He paused for a while, staring hard at me as if to wait for me to offer up some solution to the current dilemma. 

"What'd you have in mind?" I finally responded, my eyes still locked on the jiggling goop in the glass.

"Well, you seem pretty into everything when you're horny, but you have a steep drop-off once you cum. It's normal, nothing weird about it. But it does pose a bit of a problem since it's pretty much game over once you get off. There are two ways around this and I'll let you pick the one you want... but you have to pick one of them. Fair enough?" 

I nodded my head, happy that an alternate solution was going to be provided but was nervous that it would be just as bad, if not worse, than the once currently presented to me. 

"Alright..." He started while pulling my chin to lock our eyes. "To get over the post-orgasm loss of interest, you either have to mentally break down the barrier... or you have to prevent the orgasm in the first place. Option one is you take the glass, you put it to your mouth, you tilt your head back, you let the cum enter your mouth, you look me in the eyes and show me the cum, then you swallow it. Swallowing is your first choice. Your second choice is we go into the bedroom right now and I put a chastity cage on you and you don't get to cum anymore unless I allow it. It may be days, it may be weeks, but you won't cum unless I approve it. So... option one... you cum as much as you want but you swallow it all each and every time. Option two... you get put in chastity and don't get to cum at all." 

I started at him for what felt like an hour. He never blinked. 

I took the glass from his hand and brought it up near my chin and took a breath. Before my mind could rationalize what my body was doing, my hand placed the glass back on the counter. 

Steve smiled a bit at my decision, I was pretty sure this was his desired outcome from the situation. 

"Are you sure?" He asked as he picked the glass up and held it over the sink. "No going back." He said as he briefly paused for a reaction. 

I watched as the once thick liquid poured like water out of the glass and into the sink. I know it was only a tablespoon or so, but it seemed like so much more. It plopped against the stainless steel of the sink and slowly dripped toward the drain. Steve started the water and I watched as the clear tap water began to carry away the creamy fluid, sealing my fate with the chastity device. 

Steve turned the water off after washing everything away, the looked at me with a slight smile. He extended his hand and grabbed my wrist then began to lead me out of the kitchen. I took large steps to try and keep up with his rapid pace as he led me to his bedroom. He led me to the foot of his bed, then turned to me and placed his hands in my armpits and lifted me onto the foot of the bed with relative ease.

“Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” He said, lightly patting me on the shoulder as he turned to the closet. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around his room again. I could see some of the items that he had shown me the night before still in the sitting area. I thought back to the night before and wondered how long it would be until he decided to introduce those into the mix. 

I rolled from sitting to lying on the bed, looking over at the closet inside of the nursery that Steve was currently in. I could feel the cool air on my butt and knew that the oversized shirt had ridden up, and while I didn’t look to confirm, I knew that the feminine fabric covering it was on full display. I was a little excited by my sexy display, and while still nervous about homosexuality, I found myself again craving to be desired by Steve. 

I didn’t have long to wait, Steve returned within a few moments carrying a small red velvet bag. He nearly froze coming out of the nursery when he laid eyes on me. I could see that his eyes went from mine, to my butt, and back to my face with an appreciable grin now in place. I was starting to feel how I imagined girls felt when acting sexy around guys. I felt desired. 

“I’m honestly glad you decided on this.” He said, dangling the small bag from his hands. “I think you’re going to learn to like it, and I know I will.”

He walked over to the edge of the bed directly in front of me. In the position I was in, his crotch was now only a few inches from my face. My heart began pounding even harder wondering if this was it and trying to take an internal assessment of if I was going to back away or if I would allow him to jump onto third base. I tried to take a breath but was limited by my prone position. I looked directly at the zipper of his pants so near my face and wondered what he had tucked away and if this was the moment I was going to knock giving head off of my list. His crotch came even closer now nearly grazing my nose. The slightst move forward would put me in direct contact with the zipper bump on his pants. I began to look up to see his face, to see if he was looking down on me like a man with only sex on his mind, but before I could lay eyes on him, I felt a firm and sharp slap on my butt, followed by a chuckle. I jumped at the unexpected spanking caught completely off guard and confused how thr moment seemed to be going one directon, then altered drastically. As fast as the moment had come on, he had stepped away and took his place at the foot of the bed. 

I tried to shake off the feelings I had at the moment… somewhere awkwardly between disappointment and relief. 

“Why will you like it so much?” I asked, still naive to the intent of the chastity. 

“Well, for starters I think it’ll be cute. You’re already pretty small and this’ll make even cuter. I also have a feeling that you’re going to be fun to play with once you get, and stay, really horny.” He responded with a wink as he opened the bag tie.

“Oh.” I sheepishly replied, excited and humiliated about being considered his “play-thing” and that he again referred to my cock as small.

“Don’t feel bad about having a small dick.” He said, sensing my disappointment from being reminded about my size. “I told you that I prefer smaller guys... and even though its small and likely not overly exciting for a woman, most tops don’t care if you’re small. Most of us actually like it. Plus I’ve already got you dressed in an oversized shirt and wearing cute little panties... do you think I’m concerned by the size of your cock? The only reason I would be is so I can pick the right sized chastity device, which I have right here.”

With that, he upturned the silken bag onto the bed. Plastic parts started scattering as they bounced agains the dark grey comforter. There were multiple plastic rings and rods, a phallic shaped tube, and a few small parts that looked like thumbtacks. 

He extended his hands, motioning for me to extend mine back and pulled me into a sitting position once I did. I was now sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet dangling off, Steve standing between them. 

“You are so cute.” He said as he leaned down and lightly kissed my lips, me returning the gesture and trying not to blush at the compliment. 

Steve then got on his knees in front of me, a position that I had no doubt I would be in before too long, ready or not. He slid the shirt up and over my head before tossing it behind me onto the bed, then pulled the panties out from under me with considerable force, not allowing me the opportunity to assist in lifting my body weight. The panties were also tossed behind me and came to rest on the bed with the faintest whisper from the delicate fabric. 

The nerves and the sexualized nature of the day already had me feeling like I was going to get hard again after the panties were off. Steve extended his soft, warm hands and grazed my cock causing me to inhale sharply. He continued to lightly caress my cock, gently pulling it toward him as he collected a contoured plastic ring with a couple of smaller rings on the top from the pile. He carefully placed the larger of the rings over my cock, then pulled my scrotum through the opening. It was relatively tight once settled at the base, but not uncomfortable. It was contoured to my thighs slightly, seemingly to irritate skin less while walking. Once he was satisfied with the placement of the pink ring,  he selected another ring, this one smaller, from the pile and slid it up my cock. He fitted another set of small rings into the other set and positioned it around my cock. My scrotum was snugly between the two rings, no doubt that my testicles would not fit through the gap, but it wasn't so tight that my skin felt pinched. It was at that point that I realized exactly how the mechanics of the cage worked.

He effortlessly slid the smallest plastic cock-shaped piece over and seated it firmly to the nubs on the base ring, then slid a thin plastic rod through all of the rings, holding them firmly in place. This was secured with a small clip. It locked in with a slight snap, signifying that for the first time since I could remember, I didn't have direct access to my own cock. The small clip had a tiny number etched into it, and from working at the airport, I immediately realized it was a tamper proof lock. If I tried to remove it, it would break. If I broke it and tried to put a new one on, it wouldn't match the original. I was now locked in, and while I knew I could physically get it off in an emergency, I knew if I broke the seal, Steve would likely be very upset.

"Well, I think that fits nicely. I was afraid it would be too big, but I think it'll work." He said as he examined his handy work and lightly tugged at the cage. I could feel my testicles hold it firmly in place with very little movement. "Maybe we should test it out."

He gently began to caress my scrotum again, and lightly pulled the cage back and fourth, mimicking the hand jobs I had received earlier. I could feel my cock try and grow in its new confines, but quickly met it's new captor with force. It wasn't painful, but somewhat uncomfortable and I knew in the battle between bloodflow and bondage, the bondage would comfortably win.

"Steve, that's mean!" I pouted playfully.

He removed his hands and chuckled an insincere apology. He then tugged at my hands, easily pulling onto my feet in front of him. 

"How's it feel?" He asked while readjusting the cage slightly as I stood. 

"I guess not bad. It feels weird though." I replied. 

He nodded his head and told me to walk to the other side of the room. I blushed slightly as I walked, knowing he was looking at my butt. 

"It's fine, but how long do I have to wear this?" I asked as I crossed the room back to him, laughing slightly because of the massive smile he had across his face. 

"You are so damn cute like that. You'll wear it until I say otherwise... but with as hot as you look right now, it may be a really long time." He said, practically salivating while looking at me. 

I felt like I was being stared down by a wolf. His eyes looked hungry, filled with lust. I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter into overdrive knowing that I was the source of his carnal excitement. 

“I think it looks great, baby. That feeling you had a bit ago, you’ll get that experience more now because you’ll only be out of chastity on occasion. Anytime you’re out, you’ll be supervised. We’ll take it off periodically for hair removal, and an airing out every now and then. I’ll expect you to wash with soap and water and dry as much as you can, you should probably use a blow dryer. You can put a drop or two of the lube on it if it feels like its sticking to your skin. Understood?” he said wrapping his hands around my hips, pulling me slightly forward.

“Yes, sir.” I said as he moved in for a kiss on the lips. I accepted, and he lightly swatted my butt making me jump a little. 

“It’s starting to get pretty late, already after 8. We’d better get you home since I’m assuming you have school tomorrow.” Steve said as he stepped away from me.

It hit me pretty hard that I would have to leave and probably wouldn’t be able to see him until next week. I felt like I was finally getting really comfortable being around him, and really enjoyed the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. But I knew he was right... this day couldn’t last forever.

I sulked a bit as I redressed in my normal clothes. I missed the light and airy feeling of being scantly dressed and free to be exposed. All of the sudden the manly clothes I wore felt more like a costume than the panties and baggy shirt did. I knew Steve sensed my disappointment and tried to encourage me that the week would be over before I knew it, and that we could hang out again next week, but I was still pretty sad as we walked out of the front door and made our way to the car. 

“Here.” Steve said as he opened the door to the black Mercedes and helped me get in.

I forced a small smile and thanked him. I watched as he crossed the front of the SUV to take his seat behind the wheel and marveled at how much I had changed since this morning... how much HE had changed me since this morning. It was frightening, but very exciting at the same time. 

“So... how was the day?” He asked as he pulled the Mercedes through the gated exit to the community.

“It was... interesting.” I replied awkwardly. 

“Go on...” Steve said after a moment of silence.

“Uhh... I had a lot of fun and I’m sad that it has to be over, I guess.” I said as I nervously twirled my thumbs.

“So you’re going to come back next week, I hope?” He asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be. 

“Yeah, for sure... if you want me too, of course.” I added.

“Oh, for sure. Don’t worry about that one bit. I’m already looking forward to it.” He said as he moved his right hand from the base of the steering wheel and placed it firmly on my left thigh.

His hand lightly rubbed my thigh as we drove down the dark surface streets. I was glad it was dark because I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes, probably from feeling desired by someone, or maybe from the overwhelming emotions of pivoting my sexuality. I wasn’t sure, but either way, I didn’t want him to see. 

“Anything you wanted to go differently? Anything you didn’t like?” He asked as he made turn into my apartment complex.

“Not a thing except making it last longer.” I quickly replied.

“Good. Did you enjoy the clothes?” He asked as he brought the SUV to a stop at the walk path to my door.

“Yeah, I felt kind of sexy in them, honestly.” I replied nearly mortified by the words as I spoke them.

“Oh, you were for sure sexy in them. No doubt about that. I can’t wait to push you even deeper into it.” He replied, his smile audible in the dark. 

“I can’t either.” I nearly giggled back. 

“Alright, so I’ll see you next weekend. It’s a date. Text me whenever this week, I should be in town.” He said as he opened his door.

He walked around and hugged me as I departed for my apartment. I couldn’t help but wiggle my butt for him as I walked away, nor could I help notice the constant sensation of the cage on my cock, constantly teasing it yet constantly denying it. 

I turned on the lights as I crossed the threshold and turned to see the LED headlights flash bright, then depart. I loved what I was feeling and hoped it would never stop. 

[Mcraft]

This was a cute chapter. I didn't expect a chastity device to appear so soon! That should lead to some very interesting feelings for Adam.

[kerry]

This story is very well-written and the relationship that is developing is captivating. I have a question, though, both for the author and, I suppose, for everyone. Do most people find it sexy to be called "slutty" and otherwise demeaned while in the throes of ecstasy? This may just be me—probably is—but I have never been even remotely turned on by such language, even in the service of a dom/sub relationship. It just seems...ugly.

[WBDaddy]

41 minutes ago, kerry said:

This story is very well-written and the relationship that is developing is captivating. I have a question, though, both for the author and, I suppose, for everyone. Do most people find it sexy to be called "slutty" and otherwise demeaned while in the throes of ecstasy? This may just be me—probably is—but I have never been even remotely turned on by such language, even in the service of a dom/sub relationship. It just seems...ugly.

Humiliation as a kink isn't necessarily an "everyone" thing, but it's certainly a thing. 

[Eagle0769]

3 hours ago, kerry said:

This story is very well-written and the relationship that is developing is captivating. I have a question, though, both for the author and, I suppose, for everyone. Do most people find it sexy to be called "slutty" and otherwise demeaned while in the throes of ecstasy? This may just be me—probably is—but I have never been even remotely turned on by such language, even in the service of a dom/sub relationship. It just seems...ugly.

I don't like it unless they are acting like a "slut". Adam is wearing Steve's long shirt (skirt) and panties and Steve is calling him "sweetheart" . Adam thinks and looks cute why should he be called a slut? I'm loving this story and I love your writing. Thanks for sharing. ?

[Nomadic]

Thank you everyone for the feedback so far, I really do appreciate it. I think you’ll see as the story develops that Steve’s character is deeper than just a rich guy that likes ageplay. What we’ve experienced about him so far is just the tip of the iceberg into who he is. 

 

[DiaperC]

I like the story so far, and how the "reluctant to be gay" part has worked out (though I hope he ends up embracing things soon ?). I'm definitely looking forward to when Adam is 'ready'.

[Nomadic]

Part 5

 

It was hard to focus on anything during the week with the constant reminder of chastity and the insane effect that it had on my sexual desires. It was only Wednesday but it felt like it had been a month since my last orgasm and focusing on anything else was becoming impossible. The slightest breeze seemed to be enough to get me horny again, and more than a couple of times the vibrations from the airport tug almost sent me over the edge at work. I couldn’t believe that a little piece of plastic was consuming my mind nearly every waking hour. 

I had decided to forego the walk to campus today because of the freezing rain in the forecast, expected to last through the night. I was dreading work by this point as well... the tug had heat but it was about as strong as someone breathing on you from across the room.

I laid in bed as the wind whipped around the front door causing a howling that was only dulled by the TV. I wished away the remainder of the week if only for the prospect of having the chastity removed and being able to cum again. I knew that if I could just get off I would be able to focus on other things again. My hand aimlessly toyed with the cage, which always caused my erection to test it’s bounds again. Each time it failed. My eyes wandered across my body, smooth again as of my latest shower and was oddly proud of the feminine form I presented as I lay nude on the bed. I had a flat tummy, was thin, and the obvious signs of being a male were tucked away.

I jumped slightly at the text notification on my phone as I mindlessly toyed with the cage and my scrotum. My excitement rose as I noticed it was from Steve. I hadn’t talked or texted with him since we left each other on Sunday night. I had wanted too, very badly in fact, but didn’t want to come across as annoying or obsessive. 

Steve: Hey, how are you? Haven’t heard from you in a while, making sure you’re doing okay.

Adam: Hi! Doing fine. Taking off from school today because of the weather. Didn’t want to bother you if you were busy.

Steve: You couldn’t possibly bother me. Text me whenever.

Adam: Okay, thanks! How have you been?

Steve: I’m good. Busy at work, but with normal stuff. I’ve been missing you though.

Adam: I’ve been missing you too

Steve: Have you been behaved? No slip ups? 

Adam: No, it’d be impossible to slip up with this thing on. It’s driving me insane. It’s like a constant reminder that I can’t touch myself even when I’m not thinking about touching myself. 

Steve: Haha, yeah. But that’s what I was hoping for, honestly

Adam: Well, congratulations because it’s working.

Steve: Go ahead and get acclimated with it, it’s sort of a part of you now.

Adam: I was afraid you were gonna say that. I’ll give you $10 if you let me take it off, lol!

Steve: Ha! I have at least 5x that much in my bank account. No deal. You’ll have to barter, not pay.

Adam: I don’t have any livestock to trade.

Steve: Be creative, I bet you can think of something.

Adam: I’m sure I can think of a few things, and honestly with as frigging horny as this thing has made me, I’d be on board with almost anything.

I paused after I watched the little blue bubble appear on my screen, then the ‘Delivered’ status appear. I couldn’t believe I had just sent him that. I was one thing for him to bring it up, it was another for me to volunteer for it.

Steve: Well good, I’ll take you up on those few things on Saturday then. 

Adam: So you’ll let me out?

Steve: No, but I can work around it

Adam: What’s that mean?

Steve: There’s more than one way to skin a cat.

I felt flush from the conversation and realized that I had been barely breathing for the last five minutes. I could see that my cock was as hard as it could be, the cage now bouncing with my heartbeat. I tightened the muscles in my groin and thought that given a bit of time, I could get off just from the friction of the cage. I tried to relax and allow the erection to pass to ease the discomfort, but it was no use at this point.

Adam: Okay, I’ll take your word for it.

Steve: Good. Do. What do I get in return for skinning your cat?

Adam: I don’t know, I guess it depends on what you want.

Steve: You to be my little plaything for the entire weekend? 

Adam: Obviously that’s a given

Steve: I want you at my door on Saturday after you wake up. I want you to walk into the house and strip naked, then toss your clothes and everything you’ve got with you into the closet. You’re gonna be my little princess this weekend. 

While not victorious, blood flow almost beat bondage after reading that. I wasn’t sure how much force it would take to break the chastity cage, but I had to be close with the hardness I was pushing now. 

Adam: Okay. I can do that. 

Steve: Should I reward you for being good this week first, or is that going to kill the mood for you?

Adam: I don’t think it will, but I’m also nearly in tears from being so turned on right now so... take me with a grain of salt. 

Steve: Well, tell me what you want to do this weekend and I’ll help hold you to it just in case your mood dies down. 

Adam: Umm... I don’t know. What do you want me to do this weekend?

Steve: Don’t be inhibited. Explore. 

Adam: Okay, broad enough. I’m in. So what does being your princess for the weekend entail exactly? 

Steve: You’ll have to wait and see, but you’d better be totally smooth when you get here, and you had better do what daddy says.

Adam: Okay, I just shaved earlier but I’ll do it again on Saturday before I leave.

Steve: Good, baby. I’ll see you soon. Be good.

Adam: Okay, bye!

With the end of the conversation, I knew I had just consented and volunteered to many things I thought I’d never do. There was very little doubt in my mind that I would be discovering what cum tasted like after all, only it likely wouldn’t be my own. I wouldn’t have come out and said this, but if Steve turned up at my door right now, I would drop to my knees and suck him off out on the sidewalk in broad daylight and swallow as much cum as he could produce. I would take a bath in it at this point, I was so horny. This little chastity game he is playing is working far too well and I knew that he knew that. 

I heard from Steve again on Thursday afternoon while I was in my Russian Literature course. The weather had improved slightly and I only fell once on my way to class, although the night before I had crashed my tug into a few cones because of the ice. 

Steve: Hey, baby - how are you doing?

Adam: I’m good, sitting in class. How are you?

Steve: Not bad at all. Are you working tomorrow night?

Adam: Yeah, unfortunately. Why, what’s up?

Steve: I’m having a few people over to my house for a small get-together and was wondering if you’d like to attend, but if you do have to work, it’s no problem.

It caught me off guard. Steve and I had only met a couple of times, and while I don’t know what you would call us, me prancing around how I was dressed was not something that I wanted other people to know about. 

Adam: I do have to work... but do they know... you know?

Steve: Of you, yes. You, no. I haven’t shared any identifying details about you at all.

Adam: But then they would know it was me if I came tomorrow night?

Steve: They would, but believe me... they’re like-minded. They’ll even have their special friends with them and if you were comfortable with what happened last weekend, you’d be comfortable with them. And I wouldn’t expect them to see you in anything but your normal street clothes.

Adam: Oh, okay. I’m not sure I’m ready for that... this is all pretty new to me, but I really do appreciate the invitation and will be there on Saturday no matter what, if that’s okay?

Steve: Understood, not a problem. If you change your mind, let me know. They’ll be here at 6 and I’m having a chef and hostess come in to help with dinner. Should be a good time. Plenty of good wine as well!

Adam: Thank you, I really do appreciate it. 

I did appreciate his invitation to the party even thought I thought it was way too early to be meeting any friends, even if they were like-minded, whatever that means. I thought of how many porn videos I had watched that started just like this... I had been jerked off twice by a guy, I didn’t think I was quite ready for a gay gang-bang or anything. I knew deep down that Steve wasn’t that type of guy, and if he wanted to pressure me into something, he would have already done it. 

I couldn’t help but feel my erection try and grow, but fortunately for me, the chastity stopped it. Nothing worse than being hard in class. I tried to refocus on Dostoevsky, but my mind kept coming back to Steve’s party. I don’t know why I felt so guilty for saying no, and I’m not sure if it was because I felt like I was letting him down, or because I was jealous that there were going to be other ‘like-minded’ people there and I wouldn’t be... and if Steve would decide that I wasn’t worth it if I wasn’t able to be there. 

I meandered to my next class with really no conscious effort, just going through the motions. Once in the Natural Sciences Center, I detoured for a quick restroom break before Astronomy began. The chastity made it impossible to use a urinal, so I’ve been having to get used to using a stall each time. I pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down to sit on the icy toilet seat and noticed that the front of my boxer briefs were nearly saturated. I thought I had maybe had an accident, but upon closer inspection from the slit in the chastity device, I could see that I was leaking pre-cum in copious amounts. I cleaned as best I could with toilet paper, relieved myself, then spent the next 90 seconds trying to dry the chastity enough to not cause a spot on my jeans. I had gotten used to being extra cautious with leaking, but was annoyed each time I had to do it.

I arrived to the auditorium just in time for Professor Henry to arrive and begin his lecture on the gravitational pull of Jupiter on the  something or other... at least I think that’s what he was talking about. I usually just read the chapters before the tests, his were all straight from the book. I was much more focused on other pressing matters. I tried as hard as I could to not pester Steve about a party that I knew I wouldn’t be able to attend, but my sexual curiosity was so high that I took out my phone and tried to strike up another conversation with Steve.

Adam: Ugh, this class is so boring. What are you up too?

I locked my phone and stared at the black screen as somewhere in the room a physics formula was being discussed about mass and velocity and trajectory... some other stuff as well but in my mind, there was only the black screen. It kept running over and over in my mind. Steve would meet someone new on Friday, then he’d ghost me or give some lame excuse about the weekend and that would be the end of it. The rational me should be happy with that, with getting back to a normal life with normal expectations... you know, of depression, dead end jobs, and no friends. The irrational part of me was green with jealousy of whoever Steve would take notice of next. His continued silence only heightened my paranoia. 

After the 75 minute class had finally come to an end, I gathered my things and started to make the long, cold walk back to my apartment. The freezing rain had fortunately ceased, but the ice was still abundant on the poorly salted city sidewalks. Finally behind the protection of brick, insulation, and poorly maintained drywall, I began to thaw out. I had two hours before I needed to start getting ready for work, and after settling on some bland frozen pasta dish, I settled myself into the recliner and closed my eyes to think. No sooner than I pulled the lever to kick my feet up, my phone began to ring. It was him.

“Hey, how are you?” I answered, trying to push as much joy into my voice as possible. 

“Hi, sweetie... sorry for not responding, I’ve been in back-to-back meetings all afternoon. How are you doing?” He replied back, chipper.

“I’m doing fine. I just had some dinner. Just got back from class. Trying to warm up... it’s freezing out.” I responded, attempting to be coy and hide my excitement from his call. 

Steve told me about his day, and about some insurance fraud lawsuit he had been working on for the past few years and it finally settled for what I was told was “not an insignificant amount of money, even for a multi-billion dollar company”. He was very happy with this as it would no doubt impact his annual bonus.  

“Hey, I’m sorry if I put you on the spot earlier about Friday” He said after finishing his good news on the suit. “I’ve had it planned for a while and was probably a little too forward asking you to come this soon. I know that would be really hard since you’re still very, very new to this and have quite a bit of exploring to do.” He said, the sincerity of his apology plainly evident. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m happy you offered, I’m only sorry I can’t be there. It sounds scary, but it sounds exciting at the same time.” I replied, mostly truthfully. It sounded much scarier than I alluded.

“Yeah, it should be fun. We try and meet up every few weeks if we can. We have a larger group that gets together up at Clear Lake twice a year, but the local people try to meet as often as possible.” He said before quickly adding “Hey, I just sat down to get my hair cut, then I’m running to dinner. I’ll text you soon.” 

“Oh, okay. Talk soon.” I replied back quickly as the connection was lost.

I felt somewhat better after his call. At least it seemed genuine that he understood that wasn’t able to be there, and understood how awkward it would have been for me to just show up with these people there knowing that they likely knew some insanely intimate details. I was now very curious about this ‘group’ of ‘like-minded’ people though. What did he mean they have a larger group? A larger group of what? Were they a cult or something? My mind wandered from there and before long, I had drifted to sleep. 

I was startled by the incoming text message tone from my phone, still sitting on my chest. I shook the sleep from my head and realized that I had napped for just over an hour, and that I needed to get up soon and get ready for work.

I unlocked the phone and saw that Steve had sent a text almost 45 minutes ago, in addition to the one I just received. I must have been out cold.

Steve: Sorry for having to jump so abruptly. Probably left you with a ton of questions. I think it’ll be easier to explain it on Saturday rather than by text or phone. 

Steve: Unless of course you are able to make it on Friday after all. 

Adam: Hey, sorry for missing your message, I dozed off for a few minutes. I for sure have questions, but I guess I can wait for answers. But I do want to know what you meant by the like-minded people comment. Like minded how? 

Steve: I’ll explain more on Saturday, but I’ve got a little group of friends that originally connected over some common interests. It’s mostly centered around the big/little dynamic to some varying degrees. The guys coming over Friday happen to live locally and we enjoy each others company, and their littles enjoy spending time together as well. We usually set them up with movies or games, then the bigs go play cards or smoke cigars. We usually end the night in the hot tub if the weather is alright, then we part ways.

Adam: Okay. I don’t know exactly what you mean by big/little though. 

Steve: Well... it’s sort of a play on dominant/submissive but with ageplay thrown in. I (dominant/big) would have you (submissive/little) dressed younger in nature, and I would be your caretaker. A daddy role, in many ways. Make sense?

Adam: Yeah, that does. So dressing younger in nature involves being dressed as a girl?

Steve: That’s a personal preference of mine. Not all daddies do that with their littles, although most do. Some daddies have littles that are biological girls though. One will be there on Friday, actually.

Adam: Gotcha. So the ageplay part... what exactly does that mean?

Steve: Think younger and carefree. It could be any age, really. Infant to teenager, it really depends on the big and little to decide. Activities are done accordingly. Both on Friday are in the toddler/preschool mindset when they’re playing, so we usually have kids movies, kid foods, etc. I hope all of this isn’t scaring you off... I wanted to explain this in person.

Adam: No, it isn’t. It’s interesting, I guess. So what about you? What do you like?

Steve: Well, I think you can tell I like boys dressed as girls. We didn’t really get into the ageplay at all, the panties were as close as we came, but I like the toddler/preschool ageplay as well. That’s not set in stone, it really depends on your likes/dislikes or if you even have an interest in that.

Adam: It does sound interesting. I’ve never really given it any thought. I guess I’ve been willing to explore this far, I could go a little further. 

I can’t say I was caught off guard by our conversation. I’m not completely out of the loop with the ageplay dynamic... I’ve seen enough porn that eventually that’s come up. I felt willing to explore it a bit, assuming that we had already started down an odd path with the dress-up anyways. What could it hurt. It was kind of erotic to think about. 

Steve: I’m glad to hear that. We’ll take things slow, but I think you’ll come to like it a lot if you’re willing to try. 

Adam: Cool. Well I think I’m looking forward to it. 

Steve: Me too, baby. 

After wrapping up the text conversation, a little more turned on than I had anticipated I would be, I gathered my things and made my way into work. 

I stopped by the field office before going to my tug, just curious if Jeremy, my direct supervisor, had anyone else on vacation tomorrow night, and if not, could I use some PTO. 

“Hey, Adam!” Jeremy exclaimed as I walked through the trailer door.

I immideately knew something wasn’t right. Jeremy never greeted me with anything other than keys being thrown in my general direction and a “Have a good night, bud.”

“So... we’ve got a little bit of an issue.” He went on. “Dayshift blew the engine in your tug this morning, and the shop is backed up. The only spare we have is a convertable...”

He trailed off after this. Being that I was union and it was below freezing out, he knew that per my contract, he was unable to ask me to take the convertable tug to do my normal run. If I didn’t though, I’d likely be sent home, or I’d have to go into the sort and help there. I hated being in the sort and I really needed every dollar I could get, so going home was out.

“But the good news is I’ve ordered you a new tug and it’ll be here on Sunday. It’s a new GSX model, so it’ll be more like a car than a tug. Awesome, right?” He added. 

I could tell he was trying to sweet talk me into using the convertable to help with the run. If not, he’d be short staffed and everyone would be in overtime by the end of the night.

“Well, I guess I could use the convertable. But man, it’s freezing out there.” I began. “Hey, by chance... do you have anyone else off tomorrow night?”

“No, sir! I’m sure we can arrange something.” He shot back right away.

“Alright, I’ll go grab the coveralls. You see what you can do about tomorrow night.” I replied.

“No need! You stay warm and it’s yours!” He beamed back.

Politics. He knows he can’t ask, but he knows how to strike a deal. 

I was conflicted the rest of the night on if I should tell Steve that I took the night off, or if I should play it by ear. That way, if I decided I didn’t want to go, I was under no pressure. I debated this multiple times in my head as I nearly froze to death endlessly circling the airport, the coveralls seeming to only dull the wind. 

I thought more and more about the dominant and submissive piece of the dynamic, coupled with the ageplay and decided it would be something I would like to explore. It was exciting when Steve seemed to decide things for me, or when he took charge in a situation. I loved the feeling he would get when I felt like I had to follow his lead. I wasn’t sure if it was me thinking, or if the chastity had my sex drive thinking for me, but I was really excited to take the next step forward with Steve.

I finally parked the tug back in the motor pool at 2:55am and headed to the breakroom to warm myself after being in the cold for nearly 6 hours. I could feel the plastic of the chastity, now ice cold, against my sensitive skin. Even with the cold, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the thoughts of this weekend. I played out scenario after scenario in my mind, and while the thoughts I was having would have frightened me last weekend, being constantly on edge for the past week had opened my mind to new opportunities. 

I stared out of the large window on the bus back to my apartment, very aware that my precum had again saturated the front of my underwear. Every movement caused my cock to try and harden, and the vibration of the bus in just the right position may have done the trick had my stop not arrived when it did. 

I barracaded the door against the cold behind me when I entered my little apartment and started heating a french bread pizza in the toaster oven before settling in the chair and powering up my phone. I usually didn’t get many messages overnight, but I did have a couple of texts from Steve sitting in my inbox.

Steve: Hey, baby. Hope everything is going well. I’m out with my team from work celebrating. I’m taking tomorrow off, so text me whenever.

That message came in at 1am. Another was received just 25 minutes ago.

Steve: Turning out to be a later night than I thought, this is the first time I’ve closed a bar down since I was in my early 20s. I keep picturing you standing in front of the sink with your panties showing and it’s making it really tough to... well... converse with work people.

I blushed hard and scrolled the message thread up a bit to look at the picture again, still dumbfounded that it was me in that picture. I really did look like some hot little 18 year old girl with a bubble butt that you would see on the Gone Wild subreddit or something. Even my hips looked like a girls in the position I was standing.

I decided to go ahead and text him back, knowing that he was likely still at the bar.

Adam: Hey! Wow, late night indeed! You’re gonna be exhausted tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep.

I hit send on the message and stood to collect my pizza, but before I could even cross the room, I heard my phone chime to indicate a new message. 

I grabbed my food and returned to the chair and checked it.

Steve: You’re home now, I guess?

Adam: Yeah, just got in. Having some dinner now.

Steve: Nice. Let me guess... frozen pizza?

Adam: Get out, creepy. How’d you know?

Steve: It’s what I would be doing as well, lol. 

Adam: Well, great minds.

Steve: Indeed. I really miss you. I wish you could come over tomorrow. It’s going to be tough waiting for Saturday.

I was at a crossroads now. I could tell him I was off and fulfill his wishes, or I could play it quiet and see how I was feeling about it. The now-throbbing cock in the chastity cage made it’s mind up first.

Adam: I may have gotten to take some vacation tomorrow night.

Steve: What? Really?

Adam: Yeah, nobody else was off and I took a bad assignment. We made a trade.

Steve: So... you’ll come over for the party? 

Adam: Maybe. I’m still pretty reserved about meeting anyone.

Steve: How about this... I’ll come get you now and you can sleep at my house. We can spend the day together tomorrow and you can decide how you’re feeling about it. If you want to bail, you can either go home or hang out in the bedroom and I’ll tell them you couldn’t make it. If you want to hang out with us, just wear your normal clothes and we’ll all just talk.

The thought of seeing him tonight excited me imminsely. It was late, so I knew I likely wouldn’t get to cum tonight, but just being that much closer when the opportunity presented itself was too much to pass up.

Adam: Okay, I need some time to shower and shave though. 

Steve: Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in 10. Bring your toothbrush and 1 change of clothes for tomorrow. Nothing else. We’ll take care of the rest togehther.

Adam: Okay, I guess I’ll see you in a few minutes

I scarfed the scalding pizza down and ran to the closet to collect some clothes. I opted for dark jeans and a blue and pink checked shirt, underwear, socks, and shoes. I threw everything in my backpack with my phone charger and waited at the door to see him approaching. I could see the intense headlights of the Mercedes bounce into the parking lot exactly 10 minutes after he said he was on his way.

I walked quickly to the passenger door and scooted into the SUV, tossing my bag into the back seat. 

“Hey, baby! You have no idea how happy I am about this!” Steve exclaimed as I fastened my seatbelt. 

I could smell the faint scent of bourbon on his breath, but he didn’t seem intoxicated at all.

“Me too! This worked out great, I guess.” I said in response as we pulled away from the dingy apartment complex en route to the nicest neighborhood in the city.

He told me all about his night out while we drove, and I told him about my negotiating skills to get the night off. Before I knew it, we were slowing down for the guard shack in front of the neighborhood. I was surprised that there was a guard even in the middle of the night. 

Steve parked infront of the tall doors at the front of the house and grabbed my backpack out of the back seat for me. I follewed close behind him as we passed through the threshold into the warmed air of the giant foyer. 

“Alright, strip it off.” He said as he closed and locked the doors behind us.

“Already?” I asked wondering if he was planning on getting started with things this late.

“Yeah, I said I wanted you to strip as soon as you get here, so get to it.” He said with a devilish smile.

I started hesitantly taking my jacket off before Steve came to my assistance, speeding the process significantly. He pulled at my outer layers before pulling my undershirt above my head, then dropping my jeans and underwear at my ankles in one quick movement. I stepped up get get out of them and within a few seconds of entering the house, I was naked with the exception of the chastity device.

He threw the clothes into the hall closet along with the backpack and walked back over to me to give me a tight, hard hug. He kissed my cheek, his scruff scratching my baby-smooth cheek. 

“Let’s see...” He said as he took a small step back after breaking the hug.

His hands grasped my crotch and turned the chastity device to one side, checking that the plastic lock he had secured on Sunday was the original one. 

“Good, baby.” He said, pleased that the device had not been tampered with.

He lightly stroked my scrotum and pulled on the chastity cage as he kissed me firmly on the lips. I broke the kiss after a moment, needing to catch my breath and steady my legs, now weak from the manipulation of my desperate cock.

“Whew, you’re a leaker, huh?” He said as he examined the precum on his hand after pulling away from the cage.

I blushed intensly as I told him about the wet feeling I had been getting thouughout the week.

“Well, we can probably do something about that soon.” He said, then grabbed my hand and turned to exit the foyer and lead me back to the bedroom. 

He flipped the lights on, blinding me somewhat after adjusting to the dim lights of the hallway. His bed was perfectly made, which surprised me somewhat since I’m assuming he didn’t anticipate company... at least I hoped he hadn’t anticiapted company. I got a little nervous over that thought for a moment. He had been out at a bar, afterall. I tried to shake it from my mind as I trailed behind him into the room. 

“Alright, lets get you ready for bed. We’ll do a bath in the morning.” He said as he turned to me, then grabbed my shoulders and stood me next to the bed. “Be right back.”

I watched as he entered the empty nursary and went to the left door. He returned a moment later with feminine looking clothes in hand. After tossing most of them on the bed next to me, he gathered a purple and yellow pair of panties in his hands and lowered them to my feet. I stepped in one foot after another and put my legs together to allow him to pull them up. I could see as he did that this pair was also adorned with lace, but more than last time. Nearly the entire butt was covered with rows of alternating purple and yellow lace, and there was a small white bow that sat below my belly button. He looked up at me and smiled as he motioned them into place, my chastity cage disappearing beneith the fabric.

He pulled a nightgown from the bed and tossed it over my head, assisting with working my arms into the arm holes. The hem barely came to my hips and did nothing to cover the majority of the panties.

“Do you prefer sleeping in socks?” He asked as he stood to admire his handywork?

I shook my head as I looked down at the nightgown I was now wearing. It was a pale yellow, soft cotton nightgown with ruffled sleeves and lace around the hem. It looked like something a preschooler would wear, which reflecting back on our ageplay text conversation earlier, made sense. 

“Go grab your toothbrush from the closet and let’s get to bed.” He said with a smile and a light tap on my butt, nudging me toward the door.

I walked through the house, very aware that anyone peeking in the windows would be able to see me in all of my glory. I rushed slightly at that thought, grabbed my toothbrush, and returned to my bedroom. Steve was finishing up in the bathroom, and motioned me to the other sink adjacent to the one he was standing near. The bathroom was massive, complete with a whirlpool tub and large stone shower with a waterfall showerhead coming from the wall and ceiling. I brushed my teeth, fully aware of his eyes studying every inch of my body the entire time. Once done, I dried my face off with the hand towel and asked him if I could use the restroom before bed. He chuckeled and thumbed to a door past the shower, and said “be quick” as I passed.

It was a small room with just a toilet. I pulled the panties down to my knees as I sat on the cold seat, very aware that the panties were more fitting for a child than an 18 year old girl, much less an 18 year old boy.

I peed and resituated myself before flusing the toliet and exited the room to wash my hands. I could feel my mistake the instant I exited the restroom, and unfortunately Steve was standing right where I had last seen him, his view unobstructed. I could feel my face flush, now feeling like I was going to be sick with embarrasment. 

“You’re going to have to learn to be more careful, baby.” He said with a serious look on his face, nodding down to my crotch, the panties visible under the hem of the nightgown.

I could feel the warmth starting to cool. I rushed to exit the bathroom, and in my haste, did not dry off the chastity cage as I had been doing since last Sunday. The trapped urine had leaked out of the cage as I walked and was now causing a decently sized dark spot on the panties. 

“I’m so sorry, I forgot.” I said completely mortified. 

“No, no. It’s okay. Accidents happen sometimes.” He said with a somewhat reassuring voice as he walked toward me, then embraced me in a hug. “You can’t wear those to bed now though.”

I flushed again realizing that I had enough of an accident to necessitate a change of clothes, something that probably hasn’t happened since I was 4 years old. 

“I’m sorry.” I said, feeling nearly tearful with embarrasment.

Steve guided me back to the bed and pulled the panties off of me before walking to the bathroom and tossing them in the hamper. 

“That was such a cute pair, too. Dang.” He said as he reentered the nursary. I noticed that he approached the right closet door this time, the one I hadn’t seen the inside of because I “wasn’t ready”. After a moment, I could see him approaching me with another pair of panties and something else in his hand. 

“We don’t want anymore accidents, baby. Let’s try and be better about that, okay?” He said in a condecending voice as he pushed me lightly back to the bed. He took the other item out from under the panties and my heart dropped as I realized that Steve was intending on putting in a pullup for the night. I could see purple and white waves of color across the front, a teal band at the waist, and a smiling picture of the Little Mermaid on the crotch. I took a deep breath at seeing the adolescent traning pants in Steve’s hand. 

“Come on now, it’s not a big deal.” He said in reaction to my gasp. 

“Steve, no. Really?” I said quickly back. 

“Yes, really. Don’t sass me.” He interrupted my objections.

He lowered them down to my feet and slid them through easily. I knew not to object anymore than I already had. He pulled me to my feet and slid the pullup into place around my hips, and I was mortified that it fit perfectly. 

“How about that. You fit in them well.” He said with a big smirk on his face. 

He took the other pair of panties into his hands and worked them over my feet as well. These were pink and white, but were thicker than normal panties. I knew now that not only was I going to be sleeping in goodnites, but they would be covered by terrycloth training panties as well. 

“See, that’s not so bad.” He said as he pulled the nightgown back down into place. 

I didn’t say anything as he kissed me on the forehead then pulled me toward the head of the bed. He laid me down, pulled the cover up over me, and playfully tapped his index finger on my nose.

“You are so, so cute.” He exclaimed as he rounded the bed and took his place next to me. 

He pulled me into him as he laid down next to me, nuzzling me tightly against his warm body. I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart and feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing soothing me. I closed my eyes as he rubbed my back and began to drift off. I had some trouble with the new sensations of Steve’s body and the pullup, but soon fell asleep deep and hard.

I don’t remember waking up at all overnight, which is rare for me. I was jolted awake by the sound of glass breaking sending a wave of panic through me since I was accustomed to living alone and any noise was cause for concern. It took a moment to get my bearings on where I was, the deep sleep causing a temporary mental lapse in where I was. I rolled over to see if Steve had heard the same crash, but was relieved to see that he wasn’t in bed meaning he was the likely cause of the noise. 

I pulled the covers off of me, again startled at my attire for a moment, before rolling out of the tall bed. I walked across the room, down the hall, and intot he kitchen which happened to the the source of the sound. Steve was kneeling in front of the kitchen sink with a dishtowel in hand, mopping up the reminants of a cup of coffee. 

“You alright?” I asked.

Steve jumped a bit at my comment, clearly unaware that I was awake and standing behind him.

“Shit, you scared me! Yeah, I’m fine. I set the cup on the counter and knocked it off when I turned around. Sorry I woke you, you seemed to be out when I got up.” He responded, completing the cleanup process before dropping the shattered reminants into the trash can.

“Yeah, I slept great! Your bed is so nice.” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stifeled a yawn. 

“Do you want some coffee?” He asked as he pulled a new mug from the rack.

I grunted in affirmation and walked closer to him, then took a seat at the island. He looked very refreshed, definately more of a morning person than I was. He slid the mug of black coffee in front of me and walked around next to me and lightly pulled my head to his chest in a hug. It felt nice to feel wanted again, I really enjoyed his presence. He went across the kitchen to get a new cup of coffee for himself as I started to sip on mine. 

“So, big day today. Don’t feel pressured to join in with everyone if you don’t want too, okay?” He said while pouring the steaming hot coffee, the steam gently rising seeming to dance on the sunbeams streaming through the windows. 

“Okay, yeah. We’ll see, I guess.” I said. 

I had nearly forgotten that there were people coming over this evening, I had also forgotten to be self-conscious about the clothes I was wearing while casually sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee. I guess I was getting used to being dressed like this. 

Steve eyed me for a moment, seeming to size me up. I could tell he was focusing much more on my attire than I was, and I could tell that he was waiting for the opportunity to bring it up. If there was one thing I could tell about Steve at this point, it’s that he didn’t have a poker face, and his eyes were always a dead giveaway to his thoughts. 

“You didn’t have any accidents last night, did you?” He asked, right on cue. 

I blushed at the recollection of last nights incident. 

“No, of course not.” I quickly shot back.

“You wouldn’t mind if I checked then?” He asked with a grin.

Before I could process his question, he had set his mug down and was crossing the room toward me. 

“Are you serious? I didn’t wet the bed, Steve.” I replied, defensive. 

“Well, I’m very proud of you if that’s the case, but I’ll be the judge.” He confirmed as he reached me, pulled my left leg apart, and pressed his hand against my crotch.

He almost seemed disappointed with the result. 

“I told you I didn’t need this thing.” I smugly replied. “Now can I take it off? It’s hot and my skin feels clammy.”

“No, baby. No sense wasting it.” He said as he pushed the mug away from the edge of the counter, safely out of reach of being accidently knocked over. 

“Wait... what does that...” I started.

Steve easily pulled me up from the chair into a standing position in front of him. He quickly brought his face to my neck and kissed with passion, causing me to moan lightly into his ear. My sex drive instantly kicked back into gear, even with the early hour, and I could feel my erection rise within it’s confines. His hand reached around me and I could feel him pull the nightgown up and begin palming at the terrycloth panties and pullup. 

“Bedroom. Go.” He said as he pulled away from my neck. 

Without waiting for me to process his command, he pulled away from me and started to walk out of the kitchen, grabbing my upper arm as he started. I was startled by the forwardness, and became nervous as I had not seen him act so dominant since we’ve met. I walked quickly behind him debating if I should break his grip and object to the momentum, but I didn’t. It was turning me on too much. 

Steve led me in the middle of the room, between the door and the bed then resumed his intense kissing at my neck and collarbone. I was becoming lightheaded, and I could feel my heart pound in my chest at the nerves and anticipation of whatever was to come. He quickly tugged at the childish nightgown, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the bed behind me. He stood back for a moment and savoured the image in front of him, me standing there in the pink training pants and nothing else. 

I could feel my cock beating at the plastic, begging for release. Begging for attention. I licked my lips trying to moisten them, now acutely aware that my heavy breathing had dried my mouth. I felt so small standing there, Steve seemed to tower over me. I stood there waiting for what was coming next, nervous at the thought but excited by the moment. My eyes traced over his body as he surveyed mine and I could see the outline below his athletic shorts, now at full attention. I wanted to go grab it, I wanted to start this because I knew that if I could just get over the nerves, I would enjoy it so much more. 

“Get on your knees.” He said quietly, but with deep authority. 

I took a deep breath knowing that this was going to be it. This was going to be the moment. I was petrified, but I was ready to do this. Steve had known exactly what he was doing when he put me in chastity, he knew it would lead to this, and he knew that I would be so horny that I wouldn’t be able to decline his advances. 

I dropped slowly to my knees in front of him, making eye contact the entire time. His smile was spread across his face, but it wasn’t a happy smile, it was the smile of a wolf watching his prey come within striking distance. I waited for him to make the move. 

Steve slowly walked around me, surveying me in my nearly naked state as I bent to his will. He stopped again with me facing him, only a few feet from me. My eyes shifted from his face to his crotch, then back to his face. 

“Not yet, little one.” He said quietly. 

My gaze went back to his face, now confused on what his intentions were. His expression didn’t change at all. 

“Take the panties off now.” He said as he gestured toward my torso, still standing a few feet away. 

I dropped my gaze and moved stood on my knees to allow me to move the garments down, then hooked my thumbs into them and slowly began to pull them down. 

“No, no baby. Only the panties. Leave the pullup on.” He replied to my motion. 

I followed his instructions and soon was adorned only in the girls Goodnite, Ariel staring up at me with a broad smile on her face. I sat back on my feet and looked back up at Steve. His smile had broadened and he was now rubbing his cock lightly through his shorts. 

“Put your hands behind your back until I tell you otherwise.” He instructed, nodding his approval as i interlaced my fingers at my lower back. 

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest as Steve thumbed at the band of his shorts and pulled them quickly down. I maintained eye contact with him, but could see his cock jump out in my field of vision. His hand went back to stroking himself as he took a tiny step closer. 

I tried as hard as I could to produce saliva in anticipation of what was coming, but my mouth was painfully dry. I tried as hard as I could to steady my breathing, in through my nose, out through my mouth. I broke my gaze from Steve’s face and looked down at his naked groin.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach erupt at seeing another man’s exposed, erect penis in person. He was big, but not freakishly so. He was proportional to his large frame though, and it made me feel even worse about the size of my cock. I was dwarfed in comparison, and it now seemed fitting that mine was contained in a cage. 

His circumcised dick was only a few feet away from my face. I could see his testicles hanging low and proud beneith his shaft, pointing directly at me but with a slight curve up. The head of his penis was a bit larger than the shaft and already glistened with precum. I could see  the faint throbbing causing a slight up and down gyration. His pubic hair was trimmed pretty close all around and in that moment, I was thankful that Steve was not an abundantly hairy guy either. 

I could feel my anticipation building as I waited for the moment that Steve would step forward again, ending my oral virginity for good. My eyes flicked from his penis to his face multiple times as I waited for him to move. I could feel myself slightly lean forward without thought, seeking out the contact that at this point I was craving. 

“Oh, you’re an eager baby, aren’t you.” He said as he noticed my movement.

I didn’t reply with words, but could feel a whimper escape my throat. I was nearly mortified that my body seemed to be in heat for his cock, a desperately needed drink of water after roaming the desert. This garnered an approving grunt from Steve. 

“Not yet, baby.” He quietly said as he began to stroke himself quicker while maintaining himself out of reach. 

I could do nothing but watch him and was envious that his dick was able to grow hard, that he was able to touch it and enjoy it. I could feel mine, pathetic in it’s cage, doing what it could to harden. In a sense, I was glad it couldn’t because seeing mine erect next to his would bruise my ego beyond repair. 

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like daddy’s dick?” He asked in a moan as he towered over me. 

“Mmh” was all I could push out.

I could feel myself becoming nearly tearful in frustration. I was frustrated that I couldn’t have my own sexual outlet, nor was I an active participant in his. I felt that if I could help him I would get my own relief, either from the act of helping him or from him allowing the cage to be removed. 

He stroked rapidly as he looked down on me, still sitting on my feet, completely subservient to him in a pullup, a drastic difference from the boy that he first met last week. I maintained eye contact with him as I did my best to give him puppy dog eyes, hoping beyond hope that I could lure him closer to me, hoping that I could end the anticipation once and for all. 

“Pull your diaper open for me, baby.” He said, his breathing becoming more rapid as his hand continued to pleasure his dick.

I followed his instructions, bringing my hands from behind my back to the waistband of the pullup and pulled it lightly open. 

“Such a cute little cock cage.” He groaned, his tempo steady. “What are you wearing right now, baby? What are you wearing for daddy?” 

“Umm... a goodnite?” I replied meekly.

“No, baby. Tell me what you’re wearing right now and who’s it is.” He replied back nearly lost in extacy. 

“Uh... I’m wearing a diaper?” I timidly replied, unsure if that was what he was looking for. 

“Yes you are, baby. Who’s is it? Who’s diaper are you wearing?” He asked as he seemed to be nearly at his orgasm.

“It’s my diaper. I’m wearing my diaper... daddy.” I replied, now fully aware that my humiliation was going to be the catalyst to his orgasm. 

“Yes it is, sweetie.” He said.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees in front of me and shuffled close. His chest was now at my face, his cock only a few inches from my lower belly. He continued to stroke with vigor, his hand occasionally making contact with my belly. 

“Pull your diaper open more, baby. Get it ready for daddy!” He exclaimed, now reaching the crecendo.

I again followed his instructions and pulled the elastic band a few inches from my body, amazed at the stretching capabilities of disposable pullups. 

Steve moved the head of his cock into the waistband of the Goodnite, no doubt giving Ariel an interesting view from below, and pushed a gutteral groan out seeming to envelop the room. I was confused and amazed as I felt the first jet of warm cum his at the base of the chastity cage, quickly followed by another. I could feel the heat spread around the base of my penis as he pushed more cum onto me. It was now beginning to drip into the cage and down around my testicles. 

It continued to spread down now making my groin wet and sticky. The amount of cum erupting from him had reduced to a few dips as he rode to the end of his orgasm. 

He then milked the length of his dick and pushed out the residual cum, then rubbed the head of his dick against my skin just above the chastity cage. 

“Such a good job, princess. Such a good job.” He said breathlessly. 

He backed away by sinking down onto his feet, now in a position mirroring my own. I could see his cock, still throbbing, now reddened from the friction of the self-induced orgasm. 

“You can let it go.” He said as he nodded to my groin.

I removed my thumbs from the waistband causing the elastic to quickly snap back to it’s original position. I could feel his cum, now cooling and becoming less viscous, drip down my testicles and make it’s way down to the lowest point of the pullup to settle against my butt. 

I sat there wondering what to do next. He was in his post-orgasmic bliss not worried about a thing and I was still sitting kneeling down with a pullup filled with cum that wasn’t even my own. I looked at him as he rubbed his eyes, clearly satisfied with his orgasm, disappointed that I wasn’t an active participant in the event.

I shifted off of my feet to sit down on the ground, hoping to get some sensation back in my legs, now tingling with pins and needles from my bodyweight. I could feel some of the cum smoosh against me as I sat on it creating a very odd sensation.

Steve finally begin to stand up, his erection subsiding quickly but still sporting a cock that outsized mine in it’s largest state. He reached his hand out to me to help me up, I accepted and was quickly pulled up into a hug against his chest. I could hear his heartrate beginning to slow, and I could feel his cock press against my naked belly. 

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome, but I didn’t do much, I guess.” I replied.

“You did more than you know. You did fantastic.” He said back, then lightly kissed my forehead. 

I pulled away from his hug and could feel the dampness on my belly from the left over cum, but it paled in comparison with the freshly deposited load now moving around the pullup. 

“I guess we can start the day now, huh?” He asked as he pulled past me toward the bathroom. “But first let’s do something else...”

I followed him into the bathroom, no doubt quite the visual if there were any onlookers being clad in only a princess pullup. He gestured me toward the large, jetted tub.

“Go stand in there.” He said without explination.

By now, I knew better than to seek clarification prior to doing something. I knew him enough to know that he had a reason and was now going down the track of whatever activity he had in store next. I followed his instruction and climbed into the tub, then turned to look at him with confusion on what I was to be doing.

“You haven’t used the potty this morning, and I said we don’t waste pullups, so go.” He said with a large smirk on his face. 

It took just a second for my mind to click on his instructions. I could feel my heart drop and tears begin to well in my eyes.

“I can’t pee myself, Steve. Not like this. Not on purpose. I don’t actually need this thing, please don’t make me do this.” I began to plead with him, frightened by the implication of wetting the pullup.

He smiled at me, showing no emotion to my pleas for a pass on this.

“Baby, I’ll give you an alternate choice, but I can promise you you’d rather do it yourself.” He said, nearly laughing.

That took even longer to click in my mind, nearly turning my stomach at the thought of having Steve urinate in the pullup that I was still wearing. Having his cum in it was one thing, it was a pretty small amount. Having him empty his bladder was another thing entirily. 

“Come on, you can do this.” He said with encouragement. 

I closed my eyes and tried to drift off. I tried to imagine standing in front of the toilet and doing my normal business, but I was aware that I wasn’t. I hadn’t used the bathroom this morning, and felt pressure in my bladder asking to be relieved, but it wouldn’t come out even as I tried.

“Here...” I heard Steve say from seemingly far away, then heard the sound of water running in the sink. 

“Can you... can you at least look away, please?” I asked, thinking that maybe the pressure of his eyes was causing the shyness, but knowing that it was because I was being asked to pee myself for the first time in at least a decade. 

“Take your time, I’ll be right here.” He replied as he laughed and moved toward the door. 

I almost immideately regreted it, I could now see myself on full display in the bathroom mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. My hair was messy, I looked even thinner than normal, and the little girl pullup stood in stark contrast to my skin. I was embarrased by how well it fit me, it confused me a bit that they would be made for people my size, but I conceded to myself that I was smaller than average and kids were getting larger now and wetting the bed at an extended age.

After what seemed like forever, I finally felt a stream of urine exit my body. It was slow at first, seeming to be shy about it’s new surroundings, but quickly increased to normal.

I could feel the pullup swell with warm liquid, and the odd sensation of having urine move around my body. It tickled in spots, but quickly absorbed into the material encapsulated under the cotton-like liner. I was surprised that as I finished peeing there was nothing dripping down either of my legs. The pullup had now done it’s job, and if I was a small girl, I would be waking up in a dry bed. 

Steve entered a moment later, no doubt peeking the entire time. His eyes locked on the now swollen front, Ariel now a bit puffier than normal, and smiled. 

“Good job, baby. Let’s go have some breakfast.” He said as he approached me. 

“Can I change...” I started before he reponded with a quick shake of his head then pointed to the floor in front of him.

I carefully climbed out of the tub and walked to him. It was an odd sensation having the pullup now full, it swayed as I walked and made it difficult to move with my legs together. As we walked back into the bedroom, Steve grabbed for the nightgown and helped me put it over my head, then took the terrycloth traning panties and slid them up my legs.

“That may leak when you sit down, so better safe than sorry.” He said as he adjusted the leg bands to make certain every bit of the pullup was contained. 

With that, I followed him into the kitchen and slowly sat down on the tall chair at the island while he prepared scrambled eggs and toast. I sipped on my coffee, happy to find it still warm. Steve didn’t say too much to me while he cooked, nor did I say much to him. I sat in silence and reflected on the events that had just taken place and tried to process my emotions. I guess in a sense I was relieved that I didn’t have to ‘do’ anything, but I was also disappointed that had I been able too, I would have been able move beyond the nerves.

Steve sat across from me as we ate breakfast in silence. I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. I had a feeling he wanted to do the same. 

I could feel the once warm liquid in the pullup begin to cool appreciably, and looked forward to it’s removal. I felt odd enough being in it dry, but being in it with the knowledge that it was filled with my urine and Steve’s cum, it took it to another level.

When we finished breakfast, I stood to collect the plates and deposited them in the sink. Steve stood and walked behind me and hugged around my neck. I half expected his hands to again drop down to my groin, but he broke the hug off after a moment and turned me around.

“I think you’ve earned a nice bath.” He said with a genuine smile. 

I nodded in agreeance knowing that I’d finally be able to get out of this thing, then followed as he walked back toward the bedroom. Once in, I stood next to the tub as he stripped the nightgown and terrycloth panties off. 

Then with ease, he extended his hands and grasped at the waistband of the pullup, then ripped. I could feel the woven fabric rip easily away leaving my clammy skin completely exposed to the air. I looked down and noticed that there was still quite a bit of cum caked in the chastity cage. He balled the pullup up and tossed it in the trashcan.

He started the water, then collected soap and shampoo from a drawer and sat them on the side of the tub before assisting me into the tub.

As the tub started filling, me still standing in the center of it, he grabbed the chastity device and wedged a pair of nail clippers between the cage and the plastic lock, then twisted. I heard a high-pitched snap as the lock finally met it’s breaking point, then felt the cool air on my cock as Steve pulled the chastity device off of me. 

I could already feel myself getting hard, thrilled with the sensation of actually being able to get an erection, but my hopes were quickly dashed.

“I ordered one last weekend that’ll fit a bit better. It’s more your size.” He said with a smile as he took my hand and lightly pulled me down to sit in the warm, soapy water. 

I had only been awake for an hour and already felt like the weekend had been an emotional rollercoaster, then faintly smiled at the thought that I still had three more full days to experience.

[Mcraft]

Oh wow. What a chapter! Loved it. So happy to see the ABDL elements rearing their head! I'm so excited for this party, wondering if Adam is going to see a bit of his future in  the Little guests that will be there.

[kirababy]

as others have said, i'm not usually into Daddy lb stories, but this one is very well written, and i'm enjoying the pace and the story.

[BabyJessica]

I am loving this story! I can’t wait for the little princess to be in diapers full time and for Daddy’s nursery to be fully setup with her crib and changing table again. And it goes without saying, I wish I was that little princess

Great work — can’t wait for more! 

[Just a guy]

I love this story so much. I've been checking on updates many times a day

[Mcraft]

Looking forward to more! I feel like we're at an exciting turning point with the other Littles and their Caretakers coming.

[BabyJessica]

When can we expect more? This little sissy is leaking through her chastity, soaking her pull-ups with number threes in anticipation!

[Nomadic]

Hello! I should have the next part up in a few days. I’m glad you’re enjoying it!!!