Page 28 of Snuggle Bug

I like being the submissive one, the one who needs to be looked after. No one can look after a guy my age except for a man who’s experienced the world. He’s battled the storms of life, figured out how to navigate choppy waters, and emerged victorious.

Greyson pulls my cock out of his lips. "Someone had a lot of cum for Daddy."

"Cummies." I hide behind my elbow, refusing to show Greyson how shy his words make me. "Not cum. I’m Little right now, remember?"

"Of course. I could never forget."

Greyson goes a step beyond sucking my dick. He brings his mouth to my thighs, and gently drops the tenderest kisses across my skin, taking care to not let a single bit of my thigh go untouched. He kisses his way up to my groin again, then plants a peck on my balls, before moving to my hips and belly. He takes his time kissing me, determined to show me that what we have between us is so much more than sex. He treasures me. Cherishes me.

Greyson sometimes gets into what I call artistic moods after he blows me. His eyes glaze over, and he stares at my body, adoring it with his eyes, unable to draw his gaze away. He rubs my hips, my tummy, and whispers words like, I can’t believe how lucky I am one and over as he drinks in the sight of me, painting canvasses of my naked form.

I let out a snort as I grab my study juice pouch. "Are you taking mental pictures of me again, Daddy?"

Greyson moves my cock to the left, then kisses the spot where my tummy meets my bits. "Yes. You know that’s what Daddy loves to do—capture every bit of you, using the lens of his imagination. You’re too perfect, too much like a model who would’ve sat for Caravaggio four hundred years ago. Daddy can’t let a day pass without basking in the radiance of your perfect frame." Greyson kisses the tip of my cock. "Tell me, boy. Are you still shy after I swallow your cummies? Or have you learned to appreciate what Daddy does, knowing that you’re safe with me, that you don't have to feel panic?"

I beam as I push my chest out. "I’m not a scaredy cat anymore. Yes, that first night you took me into your mouth at the Hug Club was an emotional one, but the way you held me afterwards told me everything I needed to know. You wouldn’t abandon me after you pleased me, and you didn’t let my irrational fears ruin what we had. You understood that I needed a cuddle, and you delivered in spades. These days, I never feel shame after you blow me, Daddy. I love it. Every time, I discover greater depths of feeling for you. I’m so glad that you took your time with me until you were sure that I was ready for this. I must admit, looking back, I probably wasn’t ready when we first got together like I claimed I was. I wanted to be Big with you so badly, yet if you’d done what I asked, I would’ve bitten off more than I could chew. I’m only ready now because you were so patient with me. Slow and steady. Waiting until you were positive my heart and soul could accept the gifts you could give me. You were probably right to say that, if we’d done too much too early, I would’ve turned twenty-six and regretted it. I’m so grateful that I have no reason to now. It took a lot of self-control on your part, but I appreciate you for that. Thank you."

"I’m very proud of you, boy. You were a total virgin when I blew you two weeks ago during snuggle movie night, and virgins often experience fleeting moments of trepidation after they engage in sexual activity for the first time. It’s important that Daddy took you on his lap and held you so you didn’t fret after you came. I’m glad you realize that engaging in sex too early would’ve been a bad thing for us. I still worry because your frontal lobe hasn’t developed, but alas, you’re almost nineteen, and I’ve already been sucking your dick nonstop, so it’s too late for that. I shall wait a bit longer until I pop your cherry, just because I want to be triple certain that your mind is prepared to receive such an intense gift. When I determine that you are in the right headspace, we’ll share the best night of our lives. Candles. Champagne. Rose petals. I’ll sprinkle fairy dust on your body, and lick up every bit."

I pick Constable Charlie off the table. I press him to my nose, then inhale his scent. "Constable Charlie and I both thank you."

Greyson wraps his arms around me. He hugs me, just hugs me. Time stops exactly like it did in the cuddle room, and all thoughts of my schoolwork fall to the wayside.

I lose myself in Greyson’s embrace, giving my heart and soul to him. His manly, mature scent blends with my berry shampoo, and the mix of the two fragrances intoxicates me.

I feel so safe and comfortable that I wet myself again, totally forgetting that my diaper is no longer fastened around my waist, and that I’m getting Greyson wet. I realize too late, and gasp as I scoot back, trying to pry myself away.

"Shit, shit, shit."

Greyson only laughs, then rubs my cock. "This is my fault. I should’ve put your diaper back on right away."

"Why do I like wetting myself so much?!" I wail. It sucks to stare down at the mess. Great, just great.

Greyson’s nice, checkered shirt is damp in spots, and there’s a puddle between my legs. It trickles onto the floor, exactly like the days when I still wet myself due to trauma.

"The group therapy sessions at the Hug Club that I’ll bring you to will help you discover the answer to that. Don't worry about it too much, baby boy. Everyone has different kinks, desires, and ways to meet their needs. You enjoy wetting—some boys enjoy other things. Some like bratting and being whipped. Do what makes your heart happy, that’s what I say. I’m your Daddy, and I’m already committed to taking care of you no matter what." Greyson pinches my cheek. "Plus, I already know you’re a Little baby. Now, you wouldn’t want to hide who you are around Daddy, would you?"

I grow quiet as I stare at Greyson.

Something about his words triggers something inside of me.

My fingers latch onto his chest. "Yeah."

"Yeah, what?"

"Baby." My ability to form complete sentences has vanished from my brain. "Me."

Greyson rubs between my legs. "Yeah, you are. Nothing but a helpless baby Daddy has to look out for. My baby makes messes even while he’s hugging Daddy, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. Look at all this work Daddy has to do. Now, Daddy has to run you a bubble bath, fill it with bubbles and toys, and scrub you clean. If Daddy were a different type of man, he’d give you a spanking. Swat. Right on your white Little ass. Turn it pink. A punishment for making a big mess on Daddy’s nice new shirt."

Tears well in my eyes. "Not your shirt."

"Yeah, you let out a mess all over my shirt, didn’t ya? Naughty boy, I don't know what you’re thinking. Got a wee that doesn’t die down around me. If it’s not coming, it’s getting me all soaked. Today, Daddy will have to join you in the tub, won’t he? Slip in behind you, steal your washcloth, and clean himself off behind your body. He might scrub parts of himself that aren’t for your eyes to see. Bad, bad boy. All Daddy was trying to do was give you a hug to let you know you were his boy. Then, you went and did this to his shirt. You've got another thing coming."

Greyson's dirty talk is so hot it never ceases to turn me on.

I pretend to fake cry. Oh, I’ve been very bad indeed.

I scrunch my eyes shut so I look like I'm internalizing my "punishment." Unfortunately, my cock gets hard again due to Greyson’s cruel words. I wriggle on my chair, trying to will it to go down. There’s nowhere to hide it, nowhere to conceal the effect Greyson has on me.