Mel is a sixteen year-old boy who has always had blatter problems, forcing him into constantly having to wear pull ups. Mel wouldn't really mind, except he has to go to a public school full of bullies.
Tay is an eighteen year-old boy who has an obse...
I felt comfortable in his arms but I was trying to get a point across to him. By what I've seen so far it looks like he would be an awesome caregiver-thingy or whatever, I just need to see that for himself.
"Daddy.." I made it sound like I had a small lisp, hoping that he would think I was in that headspace or whatever. I felt his body go rigid and he complitely stopped moving. Shit, did I do something wrong? Oh no! What if I made him mad?!
"Mel, love, are you really in headspace.. or just faking it again?" His voice was so... dead? Kinda? He sounded either really angry or really emotionless. I shrunk back, not really knowing what to say.
He put me back in the carseat and buckled me in tightly before wordlessly getting into the drivers seat and starting back on the road. I stared at him through the rearview mirror, conflicted. His stare on the road was hard and his face was stone. Did I make him angry? I- I didn't mean to..
I feel tears prick at my eyes as I look down at my hands in my lap, feeling the need to sniffle but not wanting to be caught crying. I dunno why. I just didn't want him to catch me crying, I felt like it would be selfish of me and like I was trying to guilt trip him if he caught me crying. I wiped my nose on my arm, trying to stay silent as my body racked with held in sobs. I feel bad. I feel bad for crying. I shouldn't feel bad. But.. it's my fault he's mad. I caused it. Why couldn't I have just been quiet? Or just let him take me home? Why does it matter?
"MEL!" My eyes shoot up from my lap and see Tays worried eyes meeting mine.
"W-wha..?" My voice comes out shaky and broken and high pitched.
He sighs, "Look, I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean to make you upset." I sniffle.
"You didn't-.... I'm not upset at you. I'm upset at... what's happening. I've been looking for a little for a really long time, but there aren't many that are my type or that don't have a dom." I takes a deep breathe and for a moment I see pain and frustration in his eyes.
"... I'm sorry." I mutter.
"Babes.. you did nothing wrong."
"I.... I.. can be.. your... little..-thingy." I mutter, looking down at my lap.
"I'm not forcing you into anything Mel-"
"You aren't, I'm saying I'm willing to be... that thing.. if you really want. So technically you aren't forcing me." He pulls into a gas station and parks the car, turning around to face me.
"Mel, are you sure you're comfortable with it? I mean, it's a lot to commit to." I nod my head.
"Can I have bug juice?" I ask suddenly. He chuckles slightly and grabs the juice from the floorboard before wiping it off and opening it.
"If you throw it again then I'm keeping it from you until the end of the trip." He warns before also handing me peanut butter crackers. I instantly consume the peanut butter crackers.
After a few minutes of being back on the road I feel the familiar warmth soak the diaper and my prince parts. I froze and started to slightly panic. I stayed silent about it for another half our or so until it started feeling really uncomfortable, not only was it cold but I could feel me getting a rash on my bum. I start to squirm in the seat and soon it catches his eyes.
By now we were driving down a sort of dirt road in a forest. "Mel, are you okay? Do you have a tummy ache?" He asks, slight concern laced his voice.
"N- no I'm fine." I say.
"Do you need a change?" I freeze. "We're almost at my house, I'll change you when we get there." I continued to squirm until a big fancy house comes into view, by now it was starting to get dark out, maybe around 6pm.
He pulls into the concrete driveway and I spot a big black truck also parked there. The house had lights on and I could see inside the large house slightly. He parks the car and hops out, coming over to my side and open the door. He unbuckles me and picks me up, setting me on his hip before grabbing what I assume to be a diaper bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He carries me up to the front door and unlocks the door, swinging it open. The inside is large and rustic and looks very fancy.
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(Living room but add a play pin)
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(Kitchen)
He carries me inside and I instantly spot two guys in the living room and spot another guy in the kitchen. I bury my head into Tay and pray that no one would acknowledge me.
I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YALL HANGING FOR SO LONG TWT
I RECENTLY ENTERED THE SYSTEM BUT HOPEFULLY ILL BE WRITING MORE LOVE Y'ALL!!!<33333
