"D-Daddy..."
"Shhh…just relax."
"It hurts."
"It's just a slight tug is all, don't worry."
"I don't like it, please, Daddy."
"It'll be over soon."
Kurt whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut as the deed was performed. He wished he had never listened to what Daddy had said about special surprises. He should have escaped when he had the chance and now he could feel the world collapsing around him.
"All done!"
Kurt opened his eyes and peered into the mirror at his freshly cropped hair. "It's too short!"
"It's just wet, Kurt, you have to wait and see when it's dry. It'll look adorable." Daddy told him.
The femboy set down his scissors and twirled a long strand of his own bright red hair on a perfectly manicured fingernail. "If you want, I can blow dry it a little."
"That won't be necessary." Daddy said, glancing over at his squirming sub.
The femboy nodded and removed the apron from around Kurt's neck, allowing him to stand up. Kurt rushed over to Daddy and hid behind him, peering out shyly at the thong straps that stuck out above the boy's low-riding jeans and his dangly earrings that glittered each time the light bounced off of them. Daddy took his hand and led him over to a tall counter where Daddy pulled out his walled and handed the boy some money. The boy thanked them and wished them a good day.
"See? That wasn't so bad." Daddy smiled, patting his back.
"You said we were going to the toy store!" Kurt crossed his arms unhappily and stared up with an accusing look plastered across his face. "You lied and lying's bad."
"I didn't lie. I said we were going to go to the toy store if you were a good boy and got your hair trimmed. You only heard what you wanted to hear." Daddy argued gently.
Kurt humphed and sulked all the way to the car. When they got to the van, Daddy secured him in his car seat and got in the front. As he did, Kurt made sure to scowl directly in the overhead mirror so that when Daddy looked up to check it as he always did, he would know that he was still mad. Daddy smiled and turned around in his seat. "Would you like to help me drive today, Kurtie pie?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, but he did like helping Daddy drive and he was really good at it too. In fact, he and Daddy were so in sync that it was almost as if one person was driving instead of two. For this reason, and no other, he nodded. Daddy smiled and got back out of the car to get the driving attachment for his car seat. In a matter of seconds, a bright yellow steering wheel complete with a key and ignition, speedometer, gas gauge, and stick shift were all hooked up to his car seat. Kurt waited until Daddy had closed the door again to smile and then sat patiently until Daddy had gotten in the car and buckled up. Starting the engine before Daddy was secure would be dangerous. He reached down and grabbed the purple key, turning it clockwise. The car revved to life, making him grin and kick his feet excitedly. He reached over to grab his sunglasses and put them on before giving Daddy a thumb's up.
"Ready?" Daddy asked. Kurt nodded and helped steer him out of the parking lot and down the plaza to the toy store. Kurt would have sped all the way there if he could, but knew that following the rules was more important. Daddy had told him that.
Suddenly the car jerked to a stop as a car pulled out ahead of them unexpectedly and Daddy muttered something under his breath as his arm shot out for some reason. Kurt frowned and slammed down on the horn. That dummy wasn't doing a good job at following the rules.
"You alright back there, Kurt?" Daddy asked.
"One hundred percent!" He replied, twisting and turning the wheel. In a matter of minutes, they had reached the opposite end of the plaza where the toy store was located and as it's big colorful sign came into view, Kurt began to squirm eagerly.
Daddy parked towards the front and helped Kurt out before taking his hand. "You did a really good job at the hair salon so you can pick out one big toy or two small ones."
Kurt's insides swelled with excitement and he nodded, completely forgetting about his hair trimming turmoil. He bounced in his spot and beamed.
The second they stepped through the door, Kurt's resolve dissipated. He took off running, never even hearing Daddy call after him. He sprinted down the aisles, a rainbow blur of pinks and blues and yellows as his heart pounded in his chest. He probably would have gotten farther if he hadn't run into something.
"Whoa! Slow down there!"
Kurt quickly recovered from the collision and looked up into the face of the man he'd just bumped into. "Uh…"
"Kurt!" Kurt felt Daddy scoop him up from behind and suddenly Daddy's face was only inches from his. "Don't ever run away from me like that, do you hear me? If you do that again, we're going straight home without a toy."
Kurt looked at him worriedly. That wasn't what he wanted at all! "Sorry, Daddy." He whimpered.
"Don't apologize to me, say you're sorry to the poor man you just hit."
Kurt shyly turned to look at the man and blushed. "Sorry for running into you." He mumbled.
"That's quite alright." The man chuckled. "But if I were you, I'd stay real close to your Daddy there. Wouldn't want you to go missing."
Then Daddy gave the man a really strange look. "Right. Well, sorry again about that." He said before rushing away with Kurt still on his hip.
"Okay, sweetheart, you're going to be holding my hand until that guy leaves." Daddy murmured once they were a few aisles away. Kurt pouted. It wasn't like he was going to run into the same person twice.
Kurt spent a lot of time at the toy store. He scanned every aisle twice with the utmost care and focus to ensure that he didn't miss a single toy. For most kids, toy shopping was impulsive, foolish business. They saw the first toy the thought they liked and they chose it. Kurt knew better. He had a system in place that guaranteed the absolute most out of every toy store visit he had, which wasn't many. He had a system: first he looked, got a feel for what each toy did, what parts came with it. Next he analyzed their fun value. How long could he play with the toy until it got boring? Was it a one hit wonder that he could build once and never touch again? Or was this something he could savor late into his twenties? After that, there was the envy factor. Would the toy be cool enough to earn the admiration and even temporary resentment of his peers? Would the toy make him popular? Trent was easily impressed by just about anything still in its package and Brittany liked anything that was pink or had moving parts. They were easy. Sebastian, however, had displayed even an ounce of interest in his toys. Even his cruise ship, which had an elevator and a secret hot tub for Barbie and her friends had failed to impress him. In fact, Kurt couldn't think of a single time Sebastian even looked at another toy besides his infinite hoard of Legos.
The point was that if Kurt was going to get a toy, it needed to be worthwhile.
"Can I get Heelys?"
"Absolutely not."
Kurt ended up getting dolls from the Bratz Boyz collection because right now all he had to play with were his and Brittany's Barbie dolls and even though she had a couple of Kens, they couldn't include Daddy and him and Trent and Sebastian and Uncle Nick and Uncle Jeff. Their names were Cade and Koby, and Koby sort of looked like his stepbrother, which he thought was funny. Daddy also bought something from the way, way back of the store where he's never been allowed to go before and then they left.
Kurt helped drive again and when they get home, Daddy took his hand and led him to their apartment. Once they were in the hallway, he wanted to stop by Brittany's door and show her his new stuff, but Daddy moved him right along. He closed the apartment door and locked it, then turned to Kurt. "I have a surprise for you, baby."
Kurt nearly cried out with joy. Another surprise? Were they going back to the toy store?
Daddy picked him up and carried him to the changing table. His pants and shoes were removed, but before Daddy went any further, he stopped and looked at him. "Do you need to make peepee or poopy at all?"
Kurt shook his head. He'd already made poopy this morning and he was pretty sure he'd just wet his diaper during the car ride home. Daddy untaped it and then cleaned him, making sure not to miss a single spot. By the time Daddy was done, Kurt was pretty sure he could eat off of his bottom it was so clean. Daddy left him lying on the changing table and when Kurt turned his head to see what he was doing, he was confused to find him spreading one of their travel changing mats out on the bed along with an open diaper.
Daddy returned and smiled down at him mischievously. "You ready for your surprise, darling?"
Kurt nodded, so Daddy picked him up half naked and carried him over to the bed where he was lied down with his bottom resting on the open diaper. Daddy arranged the pillows so that he was sitting up a little bit and smiled.
"Daddy got some toys too. Would you like to see?"
Curious as to what Daddy liked to play with, Kurt nodded quickly and watched as he fished something out of the toy bag. However, to his dismay, he saw no toys, just a couple of pink things that looked like giant pills.
"That's not a toy." Kurt frowned.
Daddy gave him a look of surprise. "It's not?"
"No, toys are supposed to be fun."
"How do you know this isn't fun?" Daddy asked him.
"Doesn't look fun." He shrugged.
"Well how about I show you how it works and then you tell me if it's fun or not, deal?" Daddy smiled.
Kurt thought this was a pretty fair deal so he nodded and watched Daddy rip them out of their packaging and wipe them down.
"Now, in order for the toy to work, you have to follow a few rules, okay? Otherwise it won't be fun." Daddy grabbed a tube of lubricant from the dresser drawer and squeezed a little onto his fingers. "The first rule is that you need to lean back against the pillows and relax, like you're about to take a nap."
Kurt nodded. That sounded easy enough. He let his head fall back to rest on the pillows beneath him and loosened his muscles, his eyes drifting shut.
"Good boy." He heard Daddy coo. "Now spread your legs apart." Kurt obeyed, and a few moments later he felt something pushing into his bottom and tensed. "Just relax." Daddy reminded him and started to rub his thigh. He spoke in a soothing voice that had Kurt unclenching his muscles in a matter of minutes. "Remember this, Kurtie? Remember the magic button in your bottom and how good it felt when I pressed it?" Daddy crooned. Kurt did remember and the thought made his toes curl. Daddy kept talking, distracting him as he pushed in one finger and moved it around, pushing in and pulling out and adding a second. Then he pulled both of them out and squeezed more of the slippery stuff into his hand.
A few seconds later, Kurt felt something else pushing at his backside, but this time it wasn't daddy's fingers, it was cold and hard like plastic. Daddy pushed it all the way in with his fingers until it was resting right on the magic button that Daddy had mentioned and every time he moved even an inch, a tiny electric current pulsed through his lower half.
Then Daddy took the other pill and pressed it against his willy, securing it there with a strap. "Are you ready, Kurt?"
Kurt nodded, still completely lost as to how this toy was supposed to be fun. Daddy smiled and pulled out a remote, pressing one of its plastic red buttons.
And then it hit him like a meteor.
"AAAH!" Kurt cried as the vibrations wracked his body inside and out. The toy nuzzled against his prostate buzzed lowly, but the combined forces made him grab at the sheets beneath him and moan.
"Are you having fun yet?" Daddy asked, a sly smirk on his face.
Kurt nodded, gasping for breath as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening to him. How could something so small bring so much sensation to his body? His willy, which had once been bored and limp, now stood tall and straight, bright red to match Kurt's cheeks. Precome already began to pearl at the tip as Daddy watched on contently.
"You know what would be fun? Let's play a game. I'm going to think of a number one through ten and you have to guess. If you get it wrong, I turn the toy to the next setting. If you guess right, I turn it down. Whoever gets to the end of the settings first wins." Daddy proposed.
Kurt nodded, hoping a game might distract him from the torturous vibrations pressing against his willy.
"Okay," Daddy said, rubbing his tummy. "I have a number. What do you think it is?"
"Five?" Kurt guessed.
"Eh! Wrong." Daddy smiled and pressed the button again. Inside of him, the vibrations sped up slightly and Kurt found himself bucking his hips uncontrollably. "Want to guess again?"
"E-eight." Kurt tried, but Daddy just shook his head and pressed the button once more. The buzzing turned into an aggressive humming that shot pleasure throughout his entire body and he let out a cry as he suddenly came onto his stomach.
"We should probably remove your shirt. This is going to be a little messy." Daddy commented. He slid the t-shirt over Kurt's head and cast it aside.
"Done?" Kurt asked softly as he tried to catch his breath.
Daddy smiled. "Not this time, baby." And with that he pressed the button again and leaned forward to press a kiss to Kurt's left nipple. He sucked on it, letting his teeth nip the bud while his hand reached down to stroke the underside of Kurt's willy. Beneath him the boy writhed and whimpered as pure hot pleasure ripped through every ounce of his body like a raging fire. Daddy alternated nipples, teasing them until they were swollen and pink before turning his focus back to the younger boy's throbbing appendage. Sticking out his tongue, he pressed it against the underside and licked a fat, wet, stripe from base to tip that had Kurt's back arching up off of the bed.
"Da-haaa…" He moaned, slurring his words as a single line of drool escaped down his chin. Daddy had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life. Seeing his precious darling angel in such a debauched state had his own crotch straining against the zipper of his pants.
"My sweet angel. By gorgeous baby boy." Daddy murmured gruffly as he sucked at Kurt's neck. "Do you want Daddy to make you come?"
"Yes." Kurt moaned.
Daddy shook his head. "Show me you mean it, Kurtie-Pie." He instructed and with that he took the vibrator strapped to Kurt's willy and pressed it right into his tip. Kurt jerked like he'd been possessed and screamed.
" Kurt moaned.
Daddy shook his head. "Show me you mean it, Kurtie-Pie." He instructed and with that he took the vibrator strapped to Kurt's willy and pressed it right into his tip. Kurt jerked like he'd been possessed and screamed.
"Yes!" He sobbed. "Plee-heeeez!"
"You're perfect." Daddy murmured before reaching back into Kurt's ass with his fingers and catching the second vibrator in the curve of his knuckles. He pressed it firmly against Kurt's prostate, using the other hand to jerk him off until Kurt produced white strands from his willy for the second time in thirty minutes.
Daddy quickly turned off the vibrators and carefully extracted them from Kurt's body as the boy fought to catch his breath. His chest quickly rose and fell and his face was red a slick with tears and drool. Daddy grabbed a few baby wipes to clean him up and gave his back a once over to wipe away the sweat. Finally he cleaned up every trace of come from Kurt's body and diapered him delicately, knowing the poor baby was probably torturously oversensitive by then. Daddy picked out some pajamas and pulled Kurt up into a sitting position. He immediately went limp in his arms, but Daddy supported his head, pressing a kiss to his temple as he dressed him.
"You were perfect." Daddy whispered. "Did you have fun?"
Kurt gave him an exhausted smile and nodded, grabbing onto Daddy's shirt.
"You did? Would you want to feel that way again?" Daddy asked, rubbing his back.
Kurt nodded again and Daddy picked him up to carry him to the nursery for nap. Kurt didn't even care that it wasn't naptime or that he hadn't even had lunch yet. He felt like he'd run a marathon. He shut his eyes and rested his head against Daddy's shoulder. He felt Daddy lower him into the crib, felt the cool sheets against his warm skin and sighed.