What was he up to?
“Are you going to open the door?” The singsong tone he’d used said he was still Little but the wicked giggle said I was right about him being up to something.
“No.” More giggles said he thought that answer was hilarious. “Thank you for my present, Daddy.”
I was pretty sure I heard another litany of mine-mine-mine, but his voice had dropped so I couldn’t be sure.
He might’ve been sneaky and silly, but I was smart and devious, so I reached above the door and grabbed the tiny key-like poker the builder had left. Popping the lock was easy but stopping myself from moaning in shock was harder.
Yep, mischief.
“That present wasn’t under the bed, silly boy.” That had been at the top of my closet because I’d been going to surprise him with it another time. “Did you forget what under the bed meant?”
His giggles turned into a breathy moan as he shoved the banana-shaped vibrator deeper into his ass. “Yes. I’m… I’m silly. I got lost. Oh well.”
He was something alright… naked and hard as a rock to start.
My favorite part was the way he was cradling the art set to his chest while he worked himself hard with his other hand.
As soon as he saw me looking at the actual toy set I’d gotten for him, he tightened his hold. “Mine.”
“That’s right.” I was not going to argue ownership with a Little with a banana in his rectum. “They’re both yours.”
Possession confirmed, he smiled and his eyes closed as he made the banana vibrate faster. “You… you buy… you buy the best toys, Daddy.”
Eventually I was going to ask if he meant the coloring stuff or the banana, but for the time being, I just enjoyed the show.
I was never going to be able to look at bananas the same way again.
Chapter Twelve
Rhodes
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
“I… I like fruit, Daddy.” I never knew I’d like a banana so much. They could buzz and reach deep and were small enough I could go fast. Vroom. Vroom. “I…”
More.
More.
More.
“I need more hands, Daddy.” Working my banana was hard. It buzzed so good but I had to make it to go in and out too. It was Daddy’s turn to be a good helper again. “My… my penis is lonely.”
Yes. He could fix my problem.
Lonely penis… no hands.
Daddy groaned and reached down to squeeze the front of his pants quick-quick. His penis must’ve been lonely too, but he was a good helper and stepped into the room. He even rememberedto close the door and push the lock button. “I saved you from the invaders but we’re going to be careful just in case.”
Such a good Daddy.
“I… That’s…” Bananas were so nice. They buzzed fast and stretched cute boys just enough to make them happy. “Help, Daddy.”
