Page 61 of Mouth to Mouth

“Are you being shy?” Brad asked before tickling Luca’s ribs.

Luca rolled his eyes and wriggled around. “No tickles!”

“Yes tickles! Shy, sweet boys get tickles!” Brad said.

“Not shy!” Luca said. The no-say word almost slipped out. Luca couldn’t call Brad that. That was a no-no. Brad wasn’t Luca’s Daddy no matter how much Luca wanted it to be true.

“Okay, not shy,” Brad agreed with a bright smile. “I’m going to get this warm diaper wrapped around you. If you need to go potty, you just tell me okay?”

“K.” That worked for him. Maybe Luca would eventually use his diaper but not tonight. Not when he was still shocked that Brad had planned this. Had known that Luca had always wanted it.

Once the diaper, which fit perfectly, was on, Brad held up a pair of sparkling pink shorts.

Luca giggled as he clapped his hands. They were pretty!

“Oh!” Brad said suddenly. “I have something else for you.” He reached into his big magic bag and pulled out a plastic container. He popped open the lid before he lifted out a rainbow pacifier and showed it to Luca.

“Binkie?” Luca asked. “For me?”

“For you, sweet boy.” Brad offered Luca the rubber tip.

Luca opened his mouth, allowing Brad to set the pacifier against his lips. Luca closed his lips around the nipple and sucked.

“Fuck, baby. I love seeing you like this. In a diaper and with your binkie. You are so precious,” Brad said.

Luca watched Brad. It was like all his dreams were coming true.

“Now let’s get you dressed. There are toys waiting for you.”

Toys were fun. Did his Dadd…Brad bring the dinosaurs? Dinosaurs were cool and the pesky bad humans needed to be taught another lesson.

He wiggled around to help Brad get the shorts up and over his legs. Luca had no idea why Brad was grumpy and complaining that Luca needed to stay still. He was helping like a good boy! Luca giggled around his binkie. He was a good helper.

“Little wiggle worm,” Brad said.

He was slightly out of breath. Huh. That was silly.

“Now for your shirt,” Brad told him.

Luca held out his hands. He was ready.

Brad seemed nervous all of a sudden. He rubbed his chin then looked at the bag. His gaze returning to Luca then back to the bag.

Luca cocked his head as he wiggled his fingers. He needed a shirt. Did Brad forget? Although in this club it wouldn’t be unusual to walk around without one. That was how Luca had first seen Brad after all.

“You can say no,” Brad told him, speaking barely audibly. “I don’t mean to pressure you.”

Luca reached up to remove his binkie but Brad finally pulled a shirt out of the bag. It was the same pink as the shorts that were snug over his diaper. Luca liked the color. Why was Brad⁠—

Brad opened the shirt to show Luca the words scrawled in cursive in a dark red.

Tears gathered in the corners of Luca’s eyes. Did this…what was…

“I’m not trying to pressure you,” Brad said. “You don’t have to call me anything that you’re not ready for. But do you want to wear this shirt?”

Luca looked back at the words in front of him.

Daddy’s good boy.