Upon entering the playroom, a shiver runs down my spine. Nobody knows about this room. We haven't even been down here since before I got pregnant. I silently wonder what Daddy has up his sleeve.

He leads me over to the swing. "Up, love. Sit on the swing." I quickly scramble to do as told. Once I'm seated, my hands immediately fold in my lap, and my head lulls downward. "On your back, Deano. Place your legs on the outsides of the swing. Let Daddy see that tight little hole." This position actually takes some of the strain off of my hips and thighs. I sigh; content. "Arms up over your head, babe." As soon as I obey, he comes up to me and ties them up.

Suddenly, something cold and slightly wet is pushing against my entrance. I whine as it slowly breaches my ring of muscle and then moan as it slides all the way inside me. Then, I hear the click of Daddy's camera and I know he's taken a picture of me in this compromising position.

"Up, Sweet. Sit on up." I scramble to do so. "Hands down on the swing, babe. Head down and arch your back if you can. Daddy wants to see you take that fake dick. Go ahead and grind with it, doll." The more I grind on the dildo, the more interested my own dick becomes and the tighter my hole clenches. Within mere moments, I'm streaming precum and there's moisture coming from my pecs and down my abs.

"Ohh. Ohh. Can I cum, Daddy? Wanna cum like a good boy for you. Pretty please!" I begin to get a little frustrated as my release doesn't come as quickly as Daddy's 'yes, little one.' But, finally, my body literally quakes through the Earth-shattering orgasm I'm experiencing. One more click of the camera before Daddy is grabbing my face gently but firmly and bringing me back to life with his kisses.

Then, he pulls away. "Alright, Deano. Now that Daddy's baby isn't so wound up, let's have a sexy little photo shoot to add to our other scrapbook, yeah? Does that sound fun?

"I guess Daddy." I reply, not really feeling sexy enough being that I'm close to 20 weeks pregnant at this point.

He swats me on the ass swiftly. "None of that negativity. You're beautiful and sexy and everything in between. You hear me?"

When I don't reply fast enough for his liking, he clasps his hand around the back of my neck and slightly applies pressure. "Yes, Sir. I hear you loud and clear." He lets go.

"Here. Put this on, babe." He hands me a black, see-through, sheer robe, and nothing else.

I look away from him as I undress and slip into the robe; letting out a slight whimper at the new chill in the air and the caress of the new fabric against my chest and baby bump. Then, he has me place my right leg up onto the wooden "toy" chest we have situated at the end of the swing; my leg now slightly covering my bump, making me feel a little better.

"Hold on, babe. Daddy's gonna help you real quick." With that he comes up behind me. He picks up the bottom of the robe until my ass is exposed, instead folding the extra fabric down in between my legs. Then, he closes the robe and it caresses my bare cock that is standing at attention. Before I can even make a sound, he is tying the robe closed directly over previously mentioned cock. Then he drapes it off of one shoulder and my look is complete with my hands cradling my bump.

He then sets the camera up on the tripod in a way that will take the photo of me, but he will not be in it; only his hands will. Then, he grabs the hair on the top of my head with his left hand, and his right comes up across the front of my throat as he wrenches my neck to the side to look at him right as the click sounds and the flashes brightens up the room for a split second.

For the next photo, things get a little more complicated. He has me mount the swing again; only this time, I am facing away from the camera and without the robe. Then, he has me spread my legs as far as I can to the point that my toes touch. Next, he places my collar and leash back on me; having only taken it off for the previous picture so he could use his hands instead. Then, he hooks the opposite end of my leash that he would normally hold onto, on the hook we installed into the ceiling for the swing or anything else we want to hang or move. My head immediately arches back so as not to choke as much. My hands cradle my bump again, and then Daddy puts my dildo back in me. When he is satisfied, he takes the photo.

Then, he comes to the front of me and drops his pants. The camera again facing at an angle to where it will capture all of me, but only his lower abdomen. Then, he proceeds to spit roast me; shoving his cock down my throat with zero remorse. This is the position that takes me down into my sub headspace. Being used so thoroughly finally getting to me. My eyes go unfocused and glossy. My throat relaxes and I'm able to take more of Daddy's thickness.

The next thing I know, Daddy and I are settled on the swing. I'm in between his legs and he's rubbing my bump, talking to baby girl. Once he realizes I've come to, he hands me the water bottle in his hand and my favorite Veggie Straws snack for times like this.

"Thank you for using me like that, Daddy. Needed that takedown. Feel so much better." I say once I finish my snack.

"It's my pleasure, baby boy. Did Daddy go too far at all? Was that too much?"

I quickly shake my head 'no.' "No, Daddy. If it was too much I woulda tapped out. Promise. Even think baby girl liked it some. She was flutterin' in my belly the whole time." I laugh from deep in my belly.

"Uh oh we gotta watch out, Sweet. Turnin' our baby into a perv before she even has a chance." We both laugh at that.

Suddenly, "Ooh." I moan. But not from anything pleasurable. The second pain hits me and I sit straight up off of Daddy's chest. The third hits and a tear rolls down my cheek.

"Sweet?"

"Hurts, Daddy."

"Where baby. Show me where." I press my hand to my lower back on the right side.

My mind doesn't even register getting in the car, let alone leaving the house. But, soon, we're on our way to meet Dr. Gates to make sure nothing is wrong. As soon as I get there and Ro tells them who I am, they get me into a room and an ultrasound cart is wheeled in. Ro is sitting directly next to my bed and holding my hand firmly. After the ultrasound is done, they strap this Velcro band looking thing around my body. Then, my baby's heartbeat rings out. It's strong. I cry with relief. That means baby girl is okay.

"What is this, Doc? What am I feeling?" I am still slightly panicked.

"Just some early contractions called Braxton Hicks, dear. Everything is completely fine. I'm glad you came in, though. Now that you're almost halfway there, I wanted to check on you anyway. Since you're a man, and this is your first pregnancy, I want to monitor you closely from now until it's time for baby girl. I just want to make sure we're all on the same page and that we're all prepared for when she makes her arrival. So, come back in 2 weeks instead of a month. We're getting closer, boys. It was good to see you. Now, go home and rest. Both of you." She smiles as she exits the room and we get ready to be discharged.

Ro and I decide we're starving on the way home, so we stop by the local burger joint. "What would you like, babe?" He inquires as we look at our menus.

"Cheeseburger with everything on it. A large fry. 2 orders of chicken nuggets. OOH! A chocolate milkshake!" He chuckles as he orders my food and then his.

Upon taking the first bite, I moan quite loudly. This is exactly what I needed to eat. I tuck into my food happily with one hand, absentmindedly rubbing my bump with the other. Everything is perfect.