Page 20 of Hiding From Laughter

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

His diaper.

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

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

“Such a good boy.” Kissing his head as heslowly 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 theonly way he’d thoroughly enjoy the scene, so I wasn’t going to rush or push thelittle 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 wasso he was already in the right mindset when I tickled him.

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

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

“And I’m not even going to tell you thatyou shouldn’t have had the soda you snuck on the way home. I’ll just help takebetter 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 wasworking, and I’d have bet any amount of money he hadn’t gone to the bathroom inhours.

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

But instead of worrying or even thinkingabout 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 thefront of his diaper. “And you’re so sexy.”

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

“I can’t wait to hear how happy you get andto make you feel so wonderful and helpless.” We both loved that too much toignore 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 thefront of the still clean diaper and down between his legs. “And if you haven’tcome, I’ll even let you orgasm. I think you’d like that.”

I hadn’t technically made it a questionbecause of the whole no talking thing, but he went still for a few secondsbefore he nodded and kept sucking. “Oh, I know how my boy wants to get off. Ibet 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 myfingers lower so I could barely tickle the inside of his thighs. He made asoft, silly sound and scrunched his face up but immediately pouted when Istopped. “Oh, you’ve got to finish your milk first. I’m having too much fun torush.”

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

And he was going to do his best to dragthat part out.

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

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

He knew I wasn’t kidding.

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

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

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

Squeezing his diaper, I nuzzled against hishead. “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 evenmore perfect.”

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

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

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