**New Chapters Released- Daddy’s Boy**
While Dylan slept peacefully in the nursery, his Daddies embraced their adult time. They lay curled up on a large white daybed that looked out across the ocean. The sky had turned a warm orange, fading into dusk, and the air was filled with the soft sounds of waves below. It was romantic, peaceful, and perfect.
Jacob stepped silently across the decking to collect some empty glasses. ‘Should I get baby Dylan up?’ he asked gently. ‘Or he won’t sleep tonight.’
‘Yes, please, Jacob,’ Michael replied with a warm smile. ‘Could you bring him out here and prepare his bottle?’
Jacob ascended the staircase to the nursery. Seeing Dylan sound asleep, he paused for a moment to admire the sight. The boy looked angelic, his cheeks still flushed from sleep, one arm wrapped around Billy and the other clutching Hedwig. With a soft voice, Jacob lowered the crib rail and brushed his fingers over Dylan’s cheek.
‘Time to wake up, little one.’
Dylan stirred, blinking up at him with sleepy eyes, his pink dummy still nestled between his lips.
‘Did you have a good sleep?’ Jacob whispered.
Dylan nodded faintly, not yet ready to speak. Jacob performed a quick nappy check.
‘Just wet… that can hold a bit longer.’
He lifted the boy carefully into his arms and carried him downstairs, Dylan clutching Billy tightly, still half-asleep. The moment he arrived on the terrace, his eyes opened a little wider.
‘Here’s the little man,’ Jacob announced softly, handing him to Michael and disappearing back into the kitchen.
Michael cradled Dylan against his chest. ‘Just in time for the sunset, baby. I’m loving this pink on you.’
Dylan snuggled in tightly, the dreamy comfort of being held by Daddy warming his senses. George wrapped his arms around both of them, and the three watched the sun dip below the horizon.
‘I’m here with both my boys,’ Michael whispered, kissing George, then removing Dylan’s dummy to kiss him too. ‘This really is amazing.’
Jacob returned with the bottle. ‘You really are a beautiful family,’ he said, handing it to Michael. ‘I gave up the chance to have something like this when I gave up my freedom to join the stable.’
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
‘While you’re here and looking after us, Jacob, you are part of this family,’ Michael said kindly. ‘Come, sit here with us.’
Jacob sat on the floor at their feet. George reached down to stroke his hair and placed a tender kiss on the top of his head.
‘Okay, baby. Time for your bottle,’ Michael said softly, offering it to Dylan.
The boy latched onto the teat, his eyelids already drooping again. As he nursed, he slipped back into a light doze, his body entirely relaxed in Michael’s arms.
Without stirring, Dylan filled his nappy.
Jacob noticed. ‘He really is the real deal, isn’t he?’
‘Yes,’ Michael replied, staring at his boy with deep affection. ‘I never imagined I’d find someone so perfect, who would want to live this life with me.’
George leaned in and kissed Michael’s cheek. They sat in silence, holding hands, their eyes lingering on the final colours of the sun melting into the ocean.
An hour passed in blissful quiet. The stars had begun to twinkle above the sea, casting a soft glow over the veranda. The heat of the day had faded into a pleasant warmth.
Michael looked down at Dylan, who was now curled up against his chest, the empty bottle nestled beside them.
‘Time to get up, boys,’ he said gently. ‘We need to get ready to meet Tim… though I have to admit, I’m a little nervous.’
Jacob, who had remained sitting on the floor by their side, leapt to his feet with surprising energy. George stirred from his half-snooze, blinking awake, while Dylan continued to nap, limp and trusting in Michael’s arms.
‘Come on, baby. Time to wake up,’ Michael whispered.
Dylan’s eyes fluttered open again, confusion crossing his features until they locked with his Daddy’s. He blinked, then sighed happily.
‘Jacob, can you bathe the baby, please?’ Michael asked. ‘After that, we’d like to see what Tim wants us to wear for dinner.’
Jacob lifted Dylan into his arms once more and carried him upstairs. The nursery was softly lit, filled with the familiar comforts Dylan needed. Jacob gently placed him on the play mat with a few toys while he went to prepare the bath.
Dylan tried to sit up and play, but he moved sluggishly, clearly jet-lagged and still adjusting. He fiddled with some colourful blocks, noticing the heavy squish between his legs. His nappy was definitely full, though he didn’t quite remember how or when that had happened.
Soon, Jacob returned and lifted the boy again, removing the pink ‘Princess’ T-shirt and untaping the bulging nappy.
‘My, you are messy, little one!’ he said teasingly, and began to clean Dylan with warm, careful wipes. His hands were gentle but efficient, paying attention to every fold and crevice with reverence.
Then, Dylan was carried to the tub, a vast bath already filled with foamy bubbles and bright floating toys. Jacob eased him in and joined him at the edge, splashing playfully.
‘You’re super smooth, baby. How do you keep it like this? I’ve never seen anyone with such soft skin.’
Dylan giggled around his dummy. ‘Me don’t really know,’ he mumbled. ‘When me said me wanna be Daddy’s baby, he put special cream on me. Since then, no hairs come back, just on my head.’
Jacob’s eyes widened. ‘That’s incredible! I wonder if he’d let me try some. I still have to shave every few days.’ He chuckled. ‘I bet it’s the baby lotion too. I can smell it on you, it’s lovely.’
‘Daddy says it’s part of bein’ little. Lotion and powder always,’ Dylan said softly, playing with a duck that squeaked when squeezed.
Jacob smiled and continued bathing the boy, chatting lightly. By now, Dylan had fully woken up and was clearly enjoying the company. When the bath ended, Jacob wrapped him in a fluffy towel and carried him to the changing table.
He applied a generous layer of lotion and powder, humming as he worked, then fastened a Rearz Dino nappy around Dylan’s hips with practiced ease.
‘Okay, sweet boy. Let’s get you ready.’
He took Dylan by the hand and led him to the guest room, helping him up onto the bed.
‘You stay here like a good boy while I get your Daddies.’
Dylan nodded and hugged Billy close.
Moments later, Jacob returned to the veranda.
‘Dylan’s all clean, Sirs. Would you care to follow me?’
George and Michael followed Jacob back inside, their curiosity growing.
As they entered the room, George immediately sat beside Dylan, tickling his sides and earning a delighted giggle.
Jacob stood in front of them, a little nervous.
‘Master Tim has given strict instructions on what you should wear tonight, and some house rules you need to follow during your stay.’ He glanced between them, hesitant under Michael’s gaze. ‘Please understand, Sirs, I’m only the messenger.’
Michael nodded, allowing him to continue.
‘Everyone on the estate is categorised either as a Master or a slave. Slaves must be naked, save for their chastity devices. Masters must wear full-body harnesses that leave the cock and bum visible at all times. It’s part of the estate’s protocol so that service can be provided when needed.’
Michael raised an eyebrow. ‘Jacob, we have a problem. Dylan is neither Master nor slave. He can’t possibly follow those rules.’
Jacob offered a relieved smile. ‘Sir is aware. Dylan is the only person ever granted an exemption. He may be dressed in baby clothes at all times and is not bound by the estate categories. You may outfit him however you wish, as long as it’s babyish, to reinforce his status.’
Jacob stepped over to the wardrobe and opened it with a click.
He pulled out two distinctive harnesses. One was crafted from rich black leather with Daddy Michael embroidered across the chest. The second was a sleek rubber harness with Daddy George in silver across the front.
‘Are you both okay with this?’ Jacob asked carefully.
Michael glanced at George.
‘When in Rome,’ George grinned. ‘And we always follow the rules when staying with friends.’
Jacob’s shoulders visibly relaxed as he smiled. ‘Excellent. Please shower, Sirs. All of your toiletries and essentials are already laid out, but your clothes have been locked away. Just leave what you’re wearing on the bed.’
Michael and George left the room, and Jacob turned back to Dylan with a playful wink.
‘Okay, baby. Let’s get you dressed up next.’
Jacob opened the wardrobe and pulled out a carefully folded dinosaur-print T-shirt.
Sir wants you comfy, little man. Being the real you,’ he explained, holding it up. ‘See? It even says Baby Dylan on the front.’
Dylan’s eyes lit up and he gave a delighted little clap, bouncing slightly on the bed. Jacob gently pulled the shirt over his head and adjusted it. It was just a touch too short, revealing a sliver of tummy whenever Dylan moved.
‘Perfect,’ Jacob said with a grin. ‘But there’s more! Look at this, your very own dummy to match. It says Baby Dylan too.’
He popped the dummy into Dylan’s mouth and watched him suck contentedly. Then came a pair of dinosaur-print socks and a pair of soft, toddler-style Velcro trainers.
‘Now for the final touch,’ Jacob said, producing a small pair of bright green shorts with a cheerful dino on the leg. He knelt and carefully pulled them up over the nappy. ‘These are adorable, but I wonder if we should leave you in just your nappy so your Daddies can tell when you’re wet?’
He looked at Dylan with a teasing smile and gave the front of the nappy a gentle pat.
‘We’ll ask them when they come back. Oh! Before I forget… I have a surprise for being such a good boy.’
From a shelf, Jacob pulled out a super-soft green plush triceratops and held it out. Dylan’s face lit up as he eagerly accepted the toy, hugging it tightly and immediately giving Jacob a loving cuddle in return.
Just then, Michael and George stepped back into the room, both towel-dried and semi-hard, their curiosity mixing with amusement.
‘Oh wow,’ George said with a laugh, ‘look at our little man. Even his clothes have his name on them.’
‘Sir wanted to make you all feel welcome, and to give a few surprises,’ Jacob explained proudly. ‘But I need your input: should we leave his shorts on, or just keep him in his nappy?’
‘Just the nappy,’ Michael replied without hesitation. ‘It’s warm enough here, and we like to keep an eye on him.’
‘Very good, Sir,’ Jacob said, quickly removing the shorts and leaving Dylan in just his thick, slightly damp nappy.
‘May I dress you now?’ Jacob asked, turning to Michael.
Michael hesitated, clearly a little unsure, but nodded.
Jacob knelt and began carefully securing the leather harness around Michael’s body. He guided the straps over his shoulders, across his chest, and between his legs. The front panel featured a cut-out for his cock, which Jacob gently fed through with practiced hands. As the final buckles clicked into place, Jacob gave Michael’s exposed erection a small, reverent kiss.
‘Now all the slaves will know when you need attention,’ Jacob said with a grin. He circled Michael to inspect the harness from every angle, ensuring a snug fit.
George tilted his head, eyeing the back of Michael’s harness with curiosity.
‘Why does the harness have the letter “A” on it?’
Jacob straightened with pride. ‘Sir, that indicates the Master’s status. There are five levels of dominance recognised within the system here, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Epsilon. As you’ve guessed, “A” stands for Alpha. It signifies the highest level of authority. Only a handful of Masters are deemed Alphas, and Master Michael has earned that status.’
Michael arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
‘Slaves have a similar structure, Sir,’ Jacob continued. ‘There are also five levels, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota and Kappa. I am a Zeta slave.’ He lifted his chastity device subtly to show the engraved letter. ‘That’s the highest tier of service and obedience. It means I have completed every layer of training and live in permanent chastity by choice. I exist to serve.’
George nodded thoughtfully. ‘And how are these ranks decided?’
‘Through evaluation, discipline, devotion and years of loyal service,’ Jacob replied. ‘Alphas like yourselves are rare. Most guests are Delta or Gamma. But to host a baby boy and command a Zeta? That’s true Alpha territory.’
Michael glanced at himself in the mirror. The harness clung perfectly to his chest, framing the defined lines of his torso. His neatly trimmed body hair and athletic form were on full display, dominant, polished, undeniable.
He let his fingers drift over the leather, tracing the embossed “A” on his back.
‘Alpha,’ he murmured, and he felt a pulse stir in his cock.
‘You look incredible, Sir,’ Jacob said bowed his head slightly. ‘Now, Sir George?’
George stepped forward and allowed Jacob to dress him next. His harness was made of high-shine black rubber, fitted with subtle blue accents. As before, Jacob took his time, adjusting each strap with precision. His harness had a rubber cod piece attached, which Jacob popped open to release George’s erection, pulling it through the panel behind, with gentle hands.
‘Sir George, you are designated as Beta. Master ranked you after watching your videos, he could tell that Sir Michael is the head of your household.’
George grinned. ‘I won’t argue with that.’
Jacob spun him around, revealing a silver ‘B’ on the back of the harness. Then, with a cloth and a small bottle of rubber polish, he buffed the outfit until it gleamed under the lights.
George turned to Michael and posed with a laugh. ‘How do I look, Sir?’
Michael responded by pulling him into a kiss, then cheekily bent him over his knee and gave him a playful smack on his bare bum.
Jacob was beaming. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you, Sirs?’
‘Just one question,’ Michael replied. ‘Anything we need to know before dinner?’
Jacob straightened. ‘Only that I’m here to serve your every need, and that we should leave now, or Sir Tim will be cross if we’re late.’
He turned to George. ‘I’m not allowed to walk around the estate without a leash, Sir. Would you do the honours?’
He presented a collar made of polished steel trimmed in black leather. It was engraved with the number 7, along with the words Owner: Timothy Collins and a phone number beneath. Embedded between the spikes was a tiny microchip.
‘What’s this?’ George asked, examining it closely.
‘It stops us from leaving the estate, Sir. If we go past the perimeter, we get a shock, I should’ve put it on when I arrived back with you, but in all the excitement I forgot please don’t tell Sir.’
‘That was a mistake you should not have made, I won’t tell Tim, but you may be punished later for that,’ Michael said with a knowing grin.
George nodded in agreement, then placed the collar around Jacob’s neck. With a soft click, it locked into place. He then clipped the leash on.
‘Only you can remove it, Sir. The codes and my full records are in the safe.’
‘I can’t wait to read that,’ George said with a smirk.
Jacob bowed his head slightly. ‘May we go now, Sirs?’
Michael gathered Dylan into his arms, holding him close. The boy’s dummy bobbed rhythmically as he looked around with wide, curious eyes.
Jacob led them toward the front door, leash gently tugged by George to keep him from striding too quickly.
‘Ready for this?’ Michael asked softly.
George squeezed his hand. ‘Always. I’ve got you.’
And with that, they stepped out together, Daddy, Daddy, baby, and slave. ready to meet the mysterious Master Tim.
💛 Want to dive into the full story? You can grab Daddy’s Boy on Amazon right here:
Daddy’s Boy: Book 1 of the Forever Little Series eBook : Ganymede, Baby: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store
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