Our little secret

Day 5 part 3

Dr.js perspective

Tom walked in the hospital soaked.

"Look at me" I blurted out.

While we stood in the empty night time reception. He just stood still unable to look at me. He was creating a puddle where he stood. He was soaked.

"Look at me" I said again

He reluctantly turned around, his head flopped down. I walked over and grabbed his chin and pulled it up. He was bruised. His eyes looked defeated.

"What happened?" I asked

He said nothing and pulled away, beguinning to walk back to his room.

"Tom your going to need to have your face looked at"

He stood, still saying nothing. I walked past him indicating he should follow me. We left the chair in reception. We walked through the dark corridor into my office. It was quite. I switched on the lights, he squelched in behind me. I began finding my medical kit.

"Your going to need to take off your clothes" I said

He did so, not even putting up a fight. He threw his clothes on the ground and stood there in his saggy wet nappy.

"And that too" I indicated

He tried pulling the straps but failed. He tugged and tugged and began getting more angry. I grabbed the medical bag and walked over, pulling the strap off. The nappy just falling down his leg and hitting the floor with a thud. His body was bruised. I didn't even need to ask. He had been fighting, I new that much. This was the first time seeing him fully naked. His body was shocking, with the scars, bruises and cuts. I could see bruising around his groin.

"Did someone hurt you Tom?"

He just stared at the floor. I pulled him over to my hair chair, switching on the floor light and sat down. Inspecting him all over. He was frozen.

"Did they hurt you Tom?"

He grumbled a bit.

"What was that?" I said

"Ye...." He said with a gummy mouth.

I sighed.

"But I liked it" he said with tears in his eyes

I looked up confused

"But they hurt you?"

He stood there trying to hold it in.

"I think I maybe gay" he said

"Okay, that's ok" I said holding his hand

"But I like girls"

"Okay, you can be bi that's okay" I said

"No it's not!" He pulled away and shouted

"I don't want to like guys!"

"Why?" I asked

"Cuz that's weird!"

"It's not weird, it's perfectly fine" I said softly

"But!....I want to be the dominant one" he shouted. His mouth and nose dribbling.

"Why do you want to be dominant?"

"Cuz....cuz.....that's what men do! Be dominant!"

"It's okay to be vulnerable and submissive yano? That's okay too!"

He stood there perplexed, thinking.

"But I don't want to be someone's bitch" he cried

"Just because your submissive, doesn't mean your automatically someone's bitch Tom"

I began slowly walking over. His eyes widened looking up at me. He looked scared. He was tiny compared to me. I leant down and gently kissed him. I could hear his breathing. I pulled away looking at him. He stood there staring at me. He looked so innocent for the first time. I walked away and grabbed my grey jumper and chucked it too him, he put it on. The arms hanging way past his hands.

"It's going to be alright" I said softly.

Walking back over to hun and Slowly pushing him down. He just kept staring up at me, like an innocent puppy. He held the jumper sleeves and put his arms either side of his head. I opened his legs and knelt imbetween them and leaned over. He was breathing heavily but gently staring at me.

"Let me show you that being my little baby is a good thing" I basically whispered before kissing him again.

I light little moan came from deep within him. I gently began placing a nappy on him. He flinched. He was delicate and bruised. I then picked him up from under his arms and layed him on the sofa. He cuddled into my jumper. His little nappy making everything more perfect about him. I began Examining his face. I wiped it up. Giving him a few stitches in his lip and putting a few steri strips on his eyebrow. I left him laying there while I made him up a bottle, I put a few pain killers, sleeping pills and a drop of honey inside to help him rest. I went walking back, shaking up the bottle. I gently picked him up.

"Ooo my baby boy" I said while lifting him under the arms again before resting my hand under his butt.

I walked him to my bedroom in the room attached to my office. It was like my office had a 1920s kind of vibe. My Navy king size bed directly centre. I was happy. I swung toms legs round and cradled him before sitting on the edge of the bed. Him with his big green eyes innocently gazing up at me. I rested the bottle nipple on his lips and tried to encourage him to open.

"No, I don't want it" he said

"You need to Tom, you need to gain some weight"

"I don't like it, it tastes funny"

"Good job I put honey in there then isn't it" I smirked

He stopped, his jaw rested with a slight openness. I caressed the bottle tip on his lips before slipping it In slowly. He tensed a little. My arm wrapped around the back of his neck, and ended by holding his bottle. The other arm just rested on his thigh, tickling it. I watched him suckle on his bottle, he was holding my wrist of the hand that was feeding him. Still fighting for control I thought. His determination and bite was too much to not love. Like a feral kitten. He must've been hungry or enjoyed it as he He finished his bottle quickly. I put it on the bedside table. His pupils dilated and he began taking slower blinks. My arm that was resting, I put Imbetween his legs and lifted him. For a second he was scared and made light quite squeaks. I hushed him. My bicep pressing against his crotch, my hand ending on his lower back. My other hand holding his ribs. I bounced him.

"No, stop I'm not tired. I'm not a baby" he kicked

I carried on bouncing him, humming a lullaby. He tried so hard not to fall asleep. I watched him try long fight this but I knew he was loving this.

"My little baby boy loves this doesn't he?" I smiled

A anger came across his face. He quickly tucked his head into my chest and quickly nodded.

"Awh, good boy"

He was adorable