Page 25 of Wrecked for the Holidays

“Excellent! You found a few things, after all. Did you need me to check on any sizes?”

“We did, thank you. The sizing was fine,” I answered him.

Next, he turned to Jakob and asked, “And what’s your favorite thing you found today?” His tone was kind and sweet, like a favorite teacher talking to a little one on the playground.

Jakob blushed beet red and smoothed his hand over the flowered lavender onesie. “It’s this one. I think it’s the prettiest.”

“Oh, that is such a good choice. It’s one of my favorites too. It makes me want to drink tea and eat fancy sandwiches.”

Jakob rewarded him with another smile but didn’t say anything more. It was a surprise to see Jakob’s interactions with other people and how shy he truly was. Just talking to the salesperson had him tongue-tied and halfway hiding behind me. The blush that stained his cheeks hadn’t faded in the least. What wasn’t clear to me was whether he was shy by nature or if his parents’ enforced isolation had made him that way. Either way, the only effect it had on me was the overwhelming desire to keep him close and protected.

“Did you want to take this with you or have it delivered?”

“Delivered, please. My address is on file under the name on the card.” I handed over the credit card so he could run it. “I think we’re okay to leave this here. Did you want to see other parts of the store?”

Jakob’s blush deepened, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. His reactions were the best. I led him out of the little section to tour the rest of the store.

Jakob bounced from display to display, looking at all the items. He thought the pet tails and collars were cute and tried on a few ears and masks. The canes and whips were skipped over. Explaining cock cages ended up asa discussion of the physiological workings of the penis. It wasn’t a conversation I’d ever imagined having in a kink store, but it was very Jakob, and he was so enthusiastic about it. I didn’t have the heart to remind him I was a doctor and had some understanding of how the human body worked.

“Gentlemen, I have you squared away,” the salesperson interrupted while Jakob looked at the cock rings. “Is there anything else you’d like to add to your order?”

“No, thank you,” Jakob rushed to answer before I could say anything. I didn’t have anything specific to add, but I was curious about his reaction. After returning my card and accepting my cash tip, the salesperson headed off to pack up our selections.

“You said no kinda quick. You sure you don’t want to try anything?”

“Papa, I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out I don’t have, uh, much experience,” he answered in a loud whisper.

“Yeah, I figured that out when you said you didn’t know if you liked blowjobs,” I answered in an equally low voice.

“Well, shouldn’t I figure out if I like sex before I add in toys?”

“They aren’t mutually exclusive. You can try both.” I tried hard to control myself, but my booming laugh burst out, and Jakob fumed a little.

“Papa! Stop laughing. I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I answered when I got myself under control. “But that’s a conversation for another day. We have a few more stops to make, and I think you’ll really like this next one.”

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“Oh, oh, oh, Papa, look at it! It’s so pretty!”

Jakob gave up all pretense of chill when we meandered down the pedestrian walkway to the toy store. His blond curls bounced as he rocked on his heels in excitement. One window displayed animatronic elves in Santa’s workshop, hurrying to finish making the toys. The window display details were planned right down to the cup of cocoa steaming on the workbench. In the other window, Santa sat in his office while he went through the mechanized naughty or nice list. Mice in festive caps had a tea party on the shelf behind him and a shiny-nosed reindeer poked his head through the open window. “What is this place?”

“It might be the best toy store outside of New York City, but I haven’t been to that one, so I can’t say for sure.”

Jakob excitedly clutched my hand and tugged my arm to show me another partof the display he’d noticed. His joy and excitement warmed me more than I’d ever felt with another person. At my age, maybe it was foolish to believe in insta-love, but damned if I wasn’t teetering on the edge of it.

“Papa, can we go inside, please? Pretty please?”

“We didn’t come all this way to turn around, love. Let’s see what they have.”

With his hand firmly tucked in mine, I pushed open the heavy wooden door. From the look on Jakob’s face, the oceans parted and the angels sang. The store was heavily decorated for the holidays, and everywhere was something more to see. Jakob stepped aside so others could get past him but stayed rooted at the front of the store and soaked it all in. Garlands hung from the ceilings, adorned with lights and Christmas ornaments. The speakers piped in cheery carols about hippopotamuses.

When I heard his gasp, I knew he’d seen the dais in the corner of the store. Up on the raised platform was an intricately carved double-seat chair with tufted red velvet. From there, Santa was able to survey the entire bottom floor of the toy store. Costumed elves helped organize the children waiting to tell Santa their wish and get a photo with him.

“Jakob, have you ever gotten a picture with Santa?”

“Nooooo,” Jakob said in a low, reverent tone.

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