Bugs are the ultimate pest. Those little critters were always in everyone's business underground when young Hawkeye was in charge of the underground people. Bugs were never something anyone got used to.
A buzz of wings flitted by Hawkeye's ear early in the day, while he was outside, attempting to do his morning meditations. They were damned near impossible to accomplish these days, especially when the bug-boy himself, Pym, was around to pester him.
The shrunken boy in a yellow and black landed on Hawkeye's shoulder. "Wanna play a game?" His voice was even more high-pitched and shrilly in his shrunken form.
Typically, Hawkeye would have dismissed Pym there. But, as of late, he was discovering something about Pym. His games might not have been as childish as they seemed to the naked eye.
Pym flew off of Hawkeye's shoulder and returned to normal size. His little ass shook teasingly in his yellow spandex. It was a reoccurring event that Hawkeye was noticing recently. The little butt-shake, then the question.
"So, do you want to play with me?" In the high-pitched voice that sounded almost too innocent.
Hawkeye nodded his head one singular time. "I choose the game, though."
Pym shrugged. "Fair enough." He threw out his little fairy wrist and shrunk back down. "Where to?" His wings buzzed again in Hawkeye's ear. That boy was begging to be taught a lesson. And Hawkeye wasn't too shabby at teaching lessons.
Hawkeye extracted an arrow and pointed it toward his room then put it back. He wanted to show the preteen who exactly was in charge of all of this.
The two boys zoomed to Hawkeye's room. Pym flying; Hawkeye on foot.
In his room, Hawkeye told Pym to resize and stay that way if he wanted to play. Pym came to full size, wiggling his butt back and forth when he was back on his legs. How tempting it was for Hawkeye to spank that little ass of Pym's.
"The game is roleplaying. Called Babysitter," Hawkeye said like he was already talking to a baby.
"I'm the baby!" Pym shouted, raising his hand like a schoolboy.
"Yes, you are."
Hawkeye fished around in his closet for his previsions bag that he had from leading his people. He yanked it out from safekeeping and opened it up. "Take your clothes off."
Here, Hawkeye expected the youngster to argue with him. Instead, he pulled out what he was looking for and turned around to see Pym's spandex suite being peeled down his arms. His skinny torso becoming exposed. His young, hairless, youthful body was so sexy to Hawkeye. It almost caused him to lose focus of what he was going to do to the boy as he wanted to just fall to his knees and warship him. His little, tight abs exposed greeted Hawkeye's eyes with extreme ego. The young boy turned his body at that point. His exposed back showed his backbone. His little butt wiggled as he bent over, pushing more of his spandex suite down. He didn't wear underwear! It shocked Hawkeye. His round butt was begging to be grabbed, but Hawkeye kept his cool. Finally, Pym was completely naked.
"Lie down on the bed," Hawkeye commanded.
Pym did ask he asked.
Hawkeye lifted up the boy's legs and got a wipe and cleaned his butt first. He put the diaper he had gotten from his bag under him and put his bottom half down on it. Next, he wiped his penis and small balls up. He added a little powder and folded Pym up in his new diaper.
Hawkeye felt dirty with thinking about how hott this boy looked in the diaper. He picked him up in his arms (surprised by how light-weight he was) and rocked him. Pym's eyelids slowly drooped down. His mouth slightly hung open, and Hawkeye slipped his finger into Pym's mouth. The young boy instantly started sucking on Hawkeye's finger like it was a pacifier. Not that Hawkeye had ever had a sexual experience, but something about the innocent sucking really turned Hawkeye on. He sat on his bed with Pym resting in his lap, rocking him still. His little bubble butt touched the hard penis.
Pym's eyes popped open. "What's that?" A sly smile developed on his face.
"Nothing." Hawkeye's face turned red.
"Baby wants milk!" Pym whined.
Hawkeye softly placed Pym on the bed, laying him on his back. He slowly unstrapped the Velcro crotch of his pants, exposing his hard six-inch cut meat to "baby" Pym. Underwear was not something he found necessary. It took up too much space in a pack if he needed to leave anywhere quickly.
Pym's red lips circled into an O.
Hawkeye stepped forward and put his penis up to Pym's mouth. The lips instantly took it in and suckled on the tip just like a baby drinks from a bottle. The only difference was that Pym did not nibble on it. The small suckles caused Hawkeye's balls to pull right up into his body. It had been too long since he had had any sort of release, so his orgasm came too quickly, right into Pym's mouth. The baby swallowed up his milk, and his eyes shut, breathe deepening.
Hawkeye wasn't quite done with his fun. He slipped his hand down into the poochy diaper. His hand quickly found the smooth four-inch-hard penis pushing hard against the diaper, quivering for release of its own. Would it produce anything from a ten-year-old? Hawkeye wasn't sure, but he was going to try. He ran his fingers up and down, teasing it. It flicked against his every touch, hardening. Small moans escaped the sleeping boy. Hawkeye could barely keep himself from getting wild. His fist clinched around it, and he yanked on it. The harder he yanked, the higher Pym's back arched off the bed. Finally, he felt the orgasm. Nothing was produced, but the orgasm was very real.
Soon enough, the baby would wet his diaper. But, until then, Hawkeye crept into the bed and fell asleep himself.
