Naughty November

Chapter 4

FOUR

MICHA

He was sexy as fuck when he was stubborn and ridiculous, and hiding behind his hands in silence was the epitome of both of those, but watching him suck on his bottle took it to a whole different level.

He was sexy as fuck and utterly ridiculous…and I couldn’t have loved him more.

But before I could tell him that, we had to finish our scene or he’d do his best to distract me and I’d never get him back in his diaper.

His diaper.

I had to admit that I’d always thought he’d look cute as a little, but no matter how dramatic and adorably childlike he was, he’d never been comfortable exploring that side. I’d always told myself that there were plenty of other types of submission, but I wasn’t going to back down so easily this time.

He seemed too natural curled into me and sucking on his bottle, diaper-wrapped bottom looking adorable and giving him a different kind of helplessness than I’d ever seen on him before.

“Such a good boy.” Kissing his head as he slowly sucked and snuggled, I ran one hand down his side and over his stomach. “And such a sexy one too.”

Keeping him hard and distracted was the only way he’d thoroughly enjoy the scene, so I wasn’t going to rush or push the little side too much. This was about him submitting completely and being mine. The only thing that mattered at the moment was reinforcing how helpless he was so he was already in the right mindset when I tickled him.

Rubbing low on his torso, I caressed right above his diaper as I continued to cradle him on my lap. “You’re going to feel so good when you’ve got a full tummy and you’re laughing and giggling.”

His embarrassed squeak made me smile, but the best part was the way he scrunched his eyes up. Somehow he thought he was safe as long as he didn’t have to look at what was happening, but I was okay with that fascinating logic.

“And I’m not even going to tell you that you shouldn’t have had the soda you snuck on the way home. I’ll just help take better care of you next time.” His weakness was caffeine in any and all forms, and his habit would come back to bite him very soon.

He got almost hyperfocused when he was working, and I’d have bet any amount of money he hadn’t gone to the bathroom in hours.

The squeak he let out as he played with the tip of the bottle said I was right about that too.

But instead of worrying or even thinking about how he could avoid the scene, he went back to sucking on the bottle.

“I’m so proud of you.” Kissing his head sweetly, I made wider circles with my hand so I could tease his nipples and rub the front of his diaper. “And you’re so sexy.”

He didn’t argue with that, but he let out a huff that said he didn’t quite agree with me.

“I can’t wait to hear how happy you get and to make you feel so wonderful and helpless.” We both loved that too much to ignore it. “I’m going to make you laugh and squirm, and once you’re a good boy, I’m going to give you more kisses and snuggles.”

As my hand went lower, I ran it over the front of the still clean diaper and down between his legs. “And if you haven’t come, I’ll even let you orgasm. I think you’d like that. ”

I hadn’t technically made it a question because of the whole no talking thing, but he went still for a few seconds before he nodded and kept sucking. “Oh, I know how my boy wants to get off. I bet you’d love to hump me once you’ve been a good boy.”

And that got me another shocked squeak.

Chuckling, I kissed his head and trailed my fingers lower so I could barely tickle the inside of his thighs. He made a soft, silly sound and scrunched his face up but immediately pouted when I stopped. “Oh, you’ve got to finish your milk first. I’m having too much fun to rush.”

Making sure he understood both those points seemed important. I didn’t want him to think this part was just a step or that I’d let him tempt me into going too fast. If I wasn’t careful, his bladder wouldn’t be full enough to make using the diaper easy.

And he was going to do his best to drag that part out.

Oh, he’d give in eventually…he was too curious not to…but I didn’t want him to be able to fight it for too long. He needed to see that this wasn’t as scary as he thought before I could let him drag it out. Once he knew it was naughty fun that he could look forward to, then I could edge him with it and drive him crazy.

At first he went silent but then my drama queen huffed around the bottle and did his best to pout as he drank. It was an impressive skill actually, but he liked being tickled and he could read me as easily as I could read him.

He knew I wasn’t kidding.

I was having a wonderful time just like this, so if he was too much of a pain in the butt, he might not get tickle time first.

Yeah, that was a scary threat even if it was an implied one, so I wasn’t surprised when he sucked faster.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” Kissing his forehead, I stroked down the front of his diaper again to make sure he knew that my being proud of him would end up with a fun reward. “So brave and you’re being so good for me.”

Squeezing his diaper, I nuzzled against his head. “I can’t wait to figure out a way to make you even more helpless, baby. Having you in my lap but completely unable to get away would make this even more perfect. ”

There had to be a good way to make him feel even more helpless…possibly even more little.

But first things first, so after I gave his erection a few more massaging strokes, I went back to the inside of his thighs again. “Almost done. I love watching your lips wrapped around the nipple, baby.”

Oh, that got me an embarrassed and aroused sound that time.

Just barely caressing high on his inner thigh, I rubbed right below the diaper and got a shiver from him as he whined softly. “Such sweet sounds, but I can’t wait until you make loud, happy ones.”

He was almost done with the bottle and making little wiggles that gave away how much soda he’d probably consumed. I had a feeling he’d never be able to look at a can of Coke the same way again, but it worked in my favor.

When his bottle was nearly empty and he was just licking the nipple instead of actually drinking anymore, I eased it out of his mouth and set it on the nightstand. “Such pretty lips. You’re going to get so many kisses later.”

He was so quiet I looked to see his chest rising and falling and almost laughed when I realized my little drama queen was holding his breath again. Ordering him to breathe would be fun but not as much fun as finally hearing him laugh, so I decided it was time to play in a different way.

Caressing back up his body got another shiver from him and I knew he was grumbling in his head again, but I let the waiting drag out a few more seconds. He was waiting for the moment I’d start tickling him, but I got a shocked gasp when I quickly picked him up and laid him on the bed beside me.

His squeal was adorable, but it stopped as soon as he realized I’d stretched out beside him. He was definitely cursing me out, but it was silent unless I counted how loud his face was being as he scrunched it up.

“I need to be able to cuddle my boy.” Cuddle. Trap. It was all the same thing, so I draped my thigh over his diaper and used my hand to hold both of his above his head. Just feeling helpless had him quietly moaning and he tried to thrust his hips up .

“You’re so cute, baby.” Trailing my fingers along his chest, I made him wait a few more torturous seconds. It was almost too much for him when my fingers got to his ribs and I finally gave him what he wanted. “Happy time.”

As his happy cries filled the room, he tugged on his hands and bucked against me half-heartedly like he couldn’t decide if he really wanted to escape.

“Oh, such sexy sounds, baby boy.” He was wiggling too much for me to safely kiss him, but I kept my tone sweet and loving as I dug my fingers into his ribs and soaked up his laughter. “You’re so cute and I love hearing you so happy.”

And I loved knowing he was mine completely.

Not that he was trying to escape, but the fantasy was fun.

“That sexy laughter.” Adding a bit of heat to my voice, I moved my leg back and forth so my thigh was rubbing right over his diaper-covered erection.

His still very firm erection.

He’d been so hard to begin with I hadn’t been sure it’d fit right in the diaper but I’d made it work, and I’d been very glad to see the clear evidence of his arousal as we’d started to play. Not safewording was one thing, but being turned on and blushing were much more obvious signals that he was dramatic but willing.

Enthusiastically willing.

He just wasn’t comfortable wanting it, but that was something we could work on in the long run. Enough praise and rewards could get my adorable drama queen to do a lot. His love language was attention…good or bad, although I tried to keep it positive.

I had a feeling some of his past partners hadn’t realized there were two sides to being a drama queen and loving attention.

This was the best kind, though. “Such happy sounds from my naughty boy.”

I wasn’t quite talking like he was a little but the pleased tone seemed to get even better reactions from him. He was alternating between squealing and shaking his head, but still no safewords and not even the hand signal we’d set up for situations when he might not be able to talk .

So I worked my fingers down his side and rubbed his erection through the diaper with every wiggle he made…and he made a lot.

Most of them were twisting and squirming because of the crazy sensations firing through him, but there was no logical reason his hips kept thrusting up to grind his erection against me.

And against the diaper.

He didn’t mind that nearly as much as he wanted me to think he did because even when I’d been sliding it on, he kept making his surprised noises, and every time he shifted, he sounded just like he had when he’d been petting sheets the last time we’d bought new ones.

He thought his diaper was soft at the very least.

“That’s my good boy.” Leaning over, I blew raspberries on his stomach and the sensation or maybe just how ridiculous it was had him squealing again and laughing. “Trapped and helpless. Cute and happy.”

And while he wasn’t using words, he was making enthusiastic sounds and was letting out the most adorable laughter.

It was hitting a frantic pitch too.

This was the time I’d always eased off of the tickle play and let him come down from the high he’d found. It’d never occurred to me to keep going, but I didn’t hold back this time. I sprinkled kisses over his face and down his chest. I kept him helpless as I tickled his ribs and the sensitive area around his joint where his leg met his groin. I even made sure to tease the edges of the diaper so he couldn’t forget it was there.

I wasn’t sure what his headspace was exactly, but he was shaking and nearly breathless as he eased up to the edge we’d never crossed before.

His entire body tensed as he fought the urge to release his bladder, and watching the struggle was sexy as fuck. He was laughing but it was almost a frantic sound, and he was shaking his head even as he tried to fuck his dick against my leg.

To say he was giving mixed signals would’ve been an understatement.

“I…I…” Still moving his head back and forth, his body shook and bucked under me as he managed to hold on for a few more seconds .

I just kissed over his face and held him as tight as I could as I kept tickling him, using my body to keep his trapped and helpless. “There’s nothing you can do. You’re all mine, baby. Show me what a good boy you are.”

Falling right over the edge, he cried out one more time as the diaper warmed and his laughter finally lost its desperate sound as he gave in. I kept tickling him for a few more seconds so he could get the full experience, but once his wiggles shifted and his movements felt different, I eased off and just ran my hand over his chest.

The laughter stopped, but it took him several long moments to get enough air to start calming down. I wasn’t sure where he was at mentally, but as I gently released my hold, he curled into me and buried his face against my chest.

It was definitely a good sign, so I wrapped my arm around him and kissed his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

He didn’t respond with words right away, but one hand wiggled between us and he squeezed my dick like he was checking to see if the zucchini had gone mushy. Laughing, I nodded even though he was still hiding. “Yes, you made me very hard too.”

That got me a sigh but he also relaxed even more, cuddling me instead of using me to hide against. “I’m glad.”

“Because you’re still hard or because you were worried I might not have enjoyed what we were doing so far?” Kissing his head, I ran my hand down his back and waited for him to decide how dramatic he was going to be.

“Both.” Since he seemed to have decided he was low on the drama scale, I wasn’t surprised when he kept going. “But the second one more.”

“Thank you for explaining that.” Running my hand lower down his back, I ran it over the diaper and pressed on his ass to encourage him to rock forward. “Show me that you understand how turned on I was, though.”

He let out one embarrassed squeak before he stopped holding himself back. Humping against me, he shivered and whined as he managed to complain and get himself off at the same time. “I shouldn’t…this is… ”

“My fantasy. So do you really want to finish that sentence?” Growling out the dryly delivered words had him sucking in a breath and shaking his head.

I almost laughed but I was being a good caveman until he sighed. “You cheat. You keep being sneaky. You keep doing shit like that and make me…you just make me…”

Come.

I’d just made him come.