When I turned to Henry, he was watching me with wide eyes, biting his lip. Reaching out, I freed his lip and smiled. “The room is beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s the perfect room for you, Cupcake.” Gently I kissed him, took his hand, and led him over to the changing table. There were shelves underneath, filled with diapers, creams, and powder, and I could see a binky lying on the mat. Henry blushed when I reached for the zipper to undress him. He didn’t stop me. As I eased the zipper down, he shivered. I eased his pajamas off his shoulders and let them fall to his ankles, then bent over to pull them off. After that, he was standing in just his diaper. He would get chilled like this, so I helped him up on the changing table.
Henry was nervous. With a shaking hand, he reached under the table. He grabbed a binky and pushed it between his lips. He started to suck on the binky vigorously but kept watching. His eyes were wide. He wasn’t safewording, but he didn’t trust me either. Soothingly I started to rub his legs.
“Are you warm enough, Little Boy?”
Henry nodded, but his eyes were still wary as if he expected me to run. There must be something I could do to assure him that I wanted this, and I wanted him. Leaning forward, I gently stroked his cheek and kissed his nose.
“Daddy is going to change you now, my sweet, brave Boy.” Again, he nodded but reached out and fidgeted with my tie. I kept murmuring reassuring words to him. “I’m so proud of you for trusting me with this, and I promise you, Daddy will be taking such good care of you.”
“I know,” Henry whispered around the binky.
“Good, then just relax.” He nodded, and I wanted to stand but decided against it. Moving down his body, I kissed each of his scars instead. Of course, I knew about his injuries. It shouldn’t have surprised me with all I discovered today. After I found out where they came from, it took every bit of self-control not to show my feelings. It hurt me so much, knowing that it was his brother that tried to kill him. Taking a deep breath, I shoved those thoughts away and concentrated on my Boy. I kissed his belly button, and Henry giggled. I loved that sound. Grinning, I did it again.
“Daddy.”
As I looked up, I saw a huge smile on his face. That was the look I wanted to see.
“What?”
“You’re making me all tingly.”
“Am I?” Henry went tomato red again and nodded. Ah, so having his diaper changed turned him on. Smiling at him, I took advantage of his relaxed state of mind and peeled back the tapes of his diaper. Yep, it turned him on because his beautiful cock was half-hard. That information got filed away in my mind for another time. For this first diaper change, I wanted him relaxed and enjoying himself, not turning it sexual.
“Well, we can’t have that.” Leaning forward again, I blew a raspberry on his tummy, and Henry erupted into giggles. Doing it again had him wiggling, but his cock went soft. “Let’s get you changed before you get cold, Cupcake.”
Henry was still giggling and smiling, but he nodded and raised his bottom. Slipping the diaper out from under him, I deposited it into a colorful trash bin next to the changing table. All the supplies were in reach, so I grabbed a wipe and warmed it in my hands. Henry needed a warmer for his wipes so it wouldn’t shock his body. I made a mental note to buy one. Henry was still giggling but was more relaxed now. Also, he’d lost his wariness, which I counted as a success. I tapped his hip, so he’d look at me. “Daddy is going to clean you up now.”
“No more tickling.”
“Why not? It’s so much fun.” Grinning, I bent down and blew another raspberry on his tummy. Henry erupted into more giggles, and I had to hold him still to prevent him from falling off the table. Taking the warmed wipe, I started to clean him thoroughly. Carefully and clinically, I avoided spending too much time in one area. Also, I was careful not to touch his cock more than necessary. To distract him from my cleaning, I asked, “What do you want to do while I make dinner? Draw me a picture? Play?”
“Picture,” he signed enthusiastically.
The cleaning continued over his balls and down to his little hole. Skin breakdown was a concern since he wore diapers all the time, so I made sure he was completely clean. The lotion came next, and I put a generous amount in my hands and rubbed my hands together to warm it. My hands smoothed it over his hips, groin, and his bottom.
“A picture would be great. I can put it on my fridge at home or take it to the office with me.”
“You would do that?” His eyes got big.
“My Cupcake made it for me, so of course, I would proudly display it.” Henry beamed at me. After I applied his lotion, he relaxed and spread his legs, and I powdered his cock, balls, and taint. Finally, he let go and seemed to trust me because his hands flew through to the air while I grabbed a new diaper.
“I’m going to color the best picture ever for you. I have a coloring book with garden scenes because I love gardens. They are the best.”
“I’d love that. It would remind me of your nursery.”
“And of me.”
“Yes, and of you. Raise your bottom for me.” Henry did, and I slid the new diaper underneath
