Wally had his hands over my eyes. He was walking me around his beautiful home...I still have trouble considering it mine, even though he insists it is...and he was playing a silly game with me. “Um...we're in the living room, right?” I guessed. I could tell it was, because of the deep pile of the carpeting under my bare toes. I didn't want to seem too confident, though.

“Very good, Weekly,” he said. He had dressed me in diapers, of course, along with one of his favorite onesies...a soft, cottony affair in light blue that was decorated with little airplanes, balloons, and birds. I had a pacifier on a ribbon around my neck that matched the blue of the onesie, and I'd been freshly bathed and dressed by Uncle Ricky...I no longer even thought of him as McCallister. I knew there were staff members around, but I no longer felt self-conscious to be babied in their presence. It was just part of my life now. Things were strange, but I couldn't ever remember being happier. He turned me, gently, and walked me into another room. By the way the sound changed on my right-hand side, I knew the room had large windows. But I would've known it even without that clue, because the big house's layout had become so familiar to me. 

“We're in the dining room,” I said, confidently.

“Mmmhmm. Such a clever baby boy.” Wally led me to where I knew my highchair was, right next to his own large chair. I was able to climb up into it, even with his hands carefully shading my eyes from looking around. “Alright? All settled?” He took his hands away, and I blinked in the sudden light. The small house staff were all assembled there, and Uncle Ricky was nearby with a little cart. On it was a cake, covered in chocolate frosting (my favorite, which both of them knew). There were candles on it, and I cocked my head as they all yelled, “Surprise!”

“Huh? But...” I blinked again. “It's not my birthday, Daddy.”

Wally came up next to me, helping to settle me in the chair more properly and put the tray down over my lap. “Nope. It's our anniversary.” I looked back and up at him, puzzled. “One year ago today, a sleazy tabloid photographer ordered a glass of milk in the Lavender Lion, and I fell in love.” 

I flushed deeply. “Oh, jeez...really? A year?”

Wally smiled. “I could hardly believe the calendar myself, but I was happy for a reason to celebrate. My flight to Europe is way too early tomorrow, so I thought we could have a nice tome together today.”

Uncle Ricky pushed the cart with the cake in closer to me. “Happy Anniversary, Mr. Scole, young master Weekly.” He was beaming at both of us. All the staff came over and congratulated us, offering handshakes and the like to Wally, and fussing over me, ruffling my hair. It was all a bit embarrassing; I know Wally was always amused by how we met, but it reminded me that I wasn't the best of people. That didn't stop me from licking my lips when Uncle Ricky cut me a big piece of cake. I was given a little fork, and I went to work on it, enjoying it thoroughly. After a bit, Daddy came over, smiling, took my fork, and began to feed me. Uncle Ricky put a sippy cup of milk on my tray, and I alternated little swallows with the rich, moist cake.

“Thanks for the cake, Uncle Ricky, Daddy,” I said, hugging both of them.

“My pleasure, dear boy,” Uncle Ricky said, eyes twinkling a bit. “I know you can't get enough chocolate.” He reached out, rubbing my belly, then poking it, making me giggle a little. 

Wally, ever the doting Daddy, picked up a napkin, licked it, then cleaned some chocolate off of my face. Then he scooped me out of my high chair, picked up my bottle, and carried me back into the living room. He settled on his favorite part of the sofa, snuggled me in his lap, and fed me my bottle. As I drank, my hands resting on his and the bottle lightly, I pondered. A year ago, I couldn't have imagined doing what I was doing. Now, it was a near daily occurrence, and I couldn't imagine saying no if Daddy wanted to feed me. “I love you, baby boy,” Wally sighed, rocking me just a little.

“Love you, too, Daddy,” I murmured. “Happy Anniversary. I'm sorry I didn't even get you a card.”

He paused, drawing the bottle out of my lips. “You already gave me the best gift anyone has ever given me, Weekly.” He kissed my lips, lightly, licking away a dot of milk. “The son and lover I always wanted.”

I whimpered as he said that, pushing myself up a little to kiss again, in a way Daddies and babies definitely aren't supposed to. He gave a contented little noise, putting my milk aside, taking me more fully into his arms, kissing back more eagerly. “Daddy,” I whimpered into his mouth. I heard the doors that separate the living room from the dining room quietly close. Uncle Ricky, I was sure, was giving us our privacy. As his tongue filled my mouth, I whined and suckled on it. I felt his hands on my rump, squeezing me through the thickness of the diapers.

“My Weekly,” he groaned. He tugged them down in back, feeling my naked rump. I opened his pants, helping fish out his thickness, getting so stiff. “I have to have you,” he moaned into my ear.

I blushed. “U-uncle Ricky used extra baby oil when he got me dressed this morning. I...I think it'll be enough.”

He groaned even more, lifting me, guiding me. I reached back, finding him, leading him to the target spot, and then he lowered me, smothering my whimpers with his kisses, until I was sitting fully in his lap. As hard as it had been to take him the first time, we had had a great deal of practice, and I was able to handle him a lot more easily all these months later. It was still a stretch, and it made me ache deep inside in the best possible way. His hands slid around my waist, and he slowly encouraged me to rock up and down. I put my own hands on his shoulders, as he guided me as I rode my Daddy's cock. I looked up into his handsome, smiling face, and I almost wanted to cry. The kindness that always radiated from it...the love he had for me. It was almost more than I could bear. He had done a lot to make me believe I deserved him in any way, but it was still difficult to handle at times.

He leaned in and kissed me. “I love you so much, son,” he said, gently, and I almost started crying. I knew that the best thing I could do...the way I could show him how grateful I was for it all...was to make him as happy as I could. So I rode that thickness, up and down, rising up until it almost slipped free, then sliding down until he was buried to the roots. “Ohhh, fuck, Weekly...” he groaned. “My love. Oh, I need you...” He bounced me faster, harder, and leaned in, murmuring in my ear, “Giving my baby boy a pony ride.”

Fuck! He had discovered that references to infantile things during the height of sex could set me off, and he delighted in doing it to me. Cross-wiring that little image of fatherly affection with his raw, girthy tool sinking deep inside was more than I could bear. My cock, rubbed so deliciously by the diapers, suddenly fired off, and I cried out, grabbing him around the neck. I winced, feeling my hole tensing and clenching around him, and he bounced me faster, harder, panting until he bucked up hard, held me almost aloft...and I felt him firing deep into me. I collapsed, weakly clinging to him, panting, and he slowly sank, resting against the chair back, slowly recovering. When it was done, and we clung like that, he surprised me by murmuring, “I have another load in me...are you up for it?”

I smiled at him, a bit exhausted, but I simply popped my pacifier in my mouth and nodded. That seemed to be the right answer. He slipped out of me, then helped me down to my hands and knees on the couch, getting to his own knees behind me. The entry was even easier this time, and he gripped my hips firmly, sinking in to the hilt in one slow slide. “Don't lose your pacifier, honey,” he teased. And then he began a full on rut. It wasn't gentle or slow...it was raw and delicious, with powerful slaps of his hips to my ass, over and over. I clenched my teeth, using the pacifier to help muffle any whimpers I might've made. I knew Wally must be super turned on if he was going this hard. It didn't even take him that long, and I didn't cum this time, but soon he was nearly growling, holding me impaled on him as a second load filled me up. Before long, we were spooning on the couch. He had eased out of me, wiped his cock on the inside of my diapers, then tugged them back up into place. I hugged his arms to me, then smiled over my shoulder at him. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned. My Wally, always such a gentleman.

“I'm fine, Daddy,” I assured him, smiling. “Wow...you were so turned on! What got you all riled up?”

He chuckled. “It's because you're so sexy, baby,” he said, hugging me warmly. “And I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

I sighed, contently. “This is...nothing like I thought I would ever want or get in my life, but...” I grinned back at him. “Now that I have it, I want it forever.” I still didn't officially live with Daddy. I kept my small apartment, partly out of a desire to keep a nugget of independence, partly out of an attempt to protect Wally (and myself obviously) from having people talk out of school...and, if I were being honest, partly out of sheer stubbornness. I didn't want to give up that little part of my life.

He held me for a while without saying anything. I've gotten to know his silences, and this was one I recognized. He had something he wanted to say, but he didn't want to spoil the mood. He had gotten to know me pretty well, too. I can be pretty squirrelly about certain things, and being tied down was one of them. It wasn't that I wanted more than Wally. He was the best thing to ever happen to me. But one thing you learn in my line of business is that it's one thing to say forever and one thing to really mean it. I've taken a lot of guys who said forever to the lady of their dreams, only to realize she was cheating on them with the pool boy. Or dames who said forever to a fella, only to find out it really just meant, “Until I'm finished with you.” I didn't think for an instant that Wally was likely to walk out or cheat on me, but the world hadn't exactly been kind to my hope and optimism.

“Weekly,” he finally began, but, by then, the silence had gone on too long.

“Don't, Wally,” I told him, gently. “Just don't.” I finally turned over to smile at him. “Look, I love you. I'm never gonna not love you. And I don't see myself leaving you, ever, or you leaving me. Isn't that enough? We can't get married...not for real. So proposing to me would be a beautiful gesture, but it's just a gesture.”

Wally blinked. “I...wasn't going to propose. Not in that sense.”

I felt my heart droop. Wow, I had really misread this situation. He didn't want to marry me. “Oh...heh...sorry, Daddy. I just...”

He hushed me by kissing me, softly. “Weekly, you're right...I can't marry you in the traditional sense. But I want this forever, too. So I've spoken with my lawyers, and I...do have a proposal of sorts.”

He had my curiosity piqued, I had to admit. “Okay, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?”

Wally's smile was awkward, lop-sided, and as sincere as anything. “Adoption.” It wasn't the first time the subject had come up. He'd playfully suggested it now and then, which usually led to me rolling my eyes. But he seemed so serious now. And he said he'd spoken to his lawyers about it. I began to realize he really was proposing to me, in a way.

“You're joking,” I said, to stop the silence from getting too awkward. “Aren't I a bit old to be your foundling, rescued from the orphanage?” I tried to play it as a bit of a joke, but his expression held that infuriatingly wonderful sincerity.

“Adult adoption is...a little unusual, but it's not unheard of. After all, I have no heir to my money. It wouldn't be the first time a grown man was taken in as a ward by some well-off fellow. And I can't deny that the idea of having you be my actual son is...a bit of a turn-on, too.” He grinned, softly. “You don't even have to change your last name, if you don't wish you, but you could be a Scole.”

My heart fluttered, but then it sank. I trust Wally implicitly, but one thing I knew...even if I took his last name, I'd never be a Scole. Not in the eyes of Wally's peers, to be sure. I was still a mangy kid from the wrong side of the tracks. I still took sleazy photos for tabloids when John or the other cops didn't have work for me. Wally made me feel like a prince, but I still knew I was a pauper, deep down. My face must have shown some of how I was feeling, because he took both my hands in his. “Weekly, honey...nothing in this world matters more to me than you. All I want is for you to be happy. If adoption won't make you happy, or if it makes this weird...”

“It's just...” I looked into his face. God, the way love could shine out through that smile. I had to really fight not to babble out yes to him a thousand times. If he'd asked again, I would've agreed to it, but he just patiently waited for me. I knew if I told him how I was really feeling, he'd be kissing away my worries in no time, but I wasn't ready for that. “It...it feels like such a big step. I'm so worried about what everyone would think and say. I know you don't care...” I said, holding up a hand as he started to protest. “But I worry, Wally. The world isn't kind to guys that love other guys...to say nothing of all the baby stuff.” I smiled at him, squeezing his hands as he held mine, letting him kiss my fingers. “I love it so much, though, Daddy.” I smiled. “I gotta go out and check in at What's News. You wanna help me get ready?”

Wally's eyes twinkled, and he immediately rolled out of bed, scooping me into his arms and carrying me into his bathroom. I felt a little bad using something Wally enjoyed so much to distract him, but I just didn't want to have any kind of argument, and I had a feeling things had been starting to head that way. But it was bliss to surrender into Wally's hands and let him take care of me. He deposited me in the bath, as he had the first night we met, but by now, I had come to relish his touches. He cleaned me up with gentle scrubbing, and we murmured soft endearments to each other and traded little kisses. When I was clean, he helped me out and dried me off with the big fluffy towel he always kept there, then took me back to the nursery, settling me on the changing table. I laid back, spreading my legs, smiling as he powdered me, then slipped a thick cloth diaper under my bottom. He had bought me some nice ones with little patterns, and this one seemed to have little trucks on it, and I admired it as he folded it up and pinned it into place. He booped my nose. “Okay, my big boy. Let's get you into your big boy clothes.”

Even though Wally mostly kept me in baby things, he had also insisted on replacing a lot of the clothing I'd owned. I still kept a few of my old pieces at my apartment...there are places you don't go into looking well-heeled unless you're looking to get mugged. But most days, I wore the clothes Wally picked out for me. He had good taste in outfits, both in and out of the bedroom. The look he chose today was absolutely me, but the clothes were tailored and fit me so nicely. They were also very expensive, and I was self-conscious about wearing them at times. He kissed me goodbye before I went out. “I'll see you tonight. I'll miss you.”

I smiled at him. “Miss you too, Daddy.”

Today, my new outfit got me some good-natured ribbing from the secretary pool at What's News, but it also got me some smiles and nods and flirts from girls who wouldn't have given me the time of day a year ago. It also got me a decent assignment! I had to take photos of a ribbon-cutting that Mayor Wagner was doing for that new Guggenheim Museum. It felt good to be in the press section with respectable photographers. It sure beat ducking behind trash cans to take photos of some jackass of a husband who had decided to finally schtup the office bicycle.

After I collected my pay for the job and agreed I'd be back for another follow-up assignment the next day, I found myself wandering in the direction of...um...well, Wally's place. I'd almost thought of it as the direction of home, but that made me feel very scared all of a sudden. I mean, we'd been together a year, so was it really so sudden? Maybe it was more that moving in with Wally would put myself so completely at his mercy. Moving in with Wally would mean living in his house, sleeping in his bed, eating his food, wearing his clothes...no matter how many times Wally told me that he considered me his son and that he wanted me to share every part of my life with him, I felt like I was just a mooch who'd made it good. I mean, I surely wasn't the first guy who'd gone tail up for a rich guy in order to live in the lap of luxury. But that's not who I wanted to be. I didn't want to rely on him, which is why I still kept my stupid little dirty apartment and my stupid little dirty job and all the rest of my stupid little dirty life.

At the same time, if I did move in with Wally, become his son and heir, it put him at my mercy, too. If I ever went to the press with photos, Wally would be ruined, no matter what he said. It could ruin business relationships. It could end the charity work Wally was so committed to. It might even mean other members of his family (and I knew he did have some cousins who would've liked to get their nasty hands on Wally's inheritance) would move to get him committed to a sanitarium as a deviant. I knew that I would honestly rather die than hurt Wally, and part of me still couldn't help but feel that there was no way I deserved having this wonderful guy in my life.

I looked up and realized I was outside the Lavender Lion. I chuckled; it seemed a fitting place to have ended up, given that it was where I had met Wally exactly a year prior. Maybe my subconscious had taken me there for a reason. I brightened, slightly. Maybe Wally would be there, and we could have a drink together. I glanced around a bit, then slipped inside, under the purple neon glow of the establishment's sign.

Inside, I looked around, but there was no sign of Wally. I did get a smile from Lenny, the big lion who often doubled as bartender and bouncer. I smiled back, coming over to the bar, and sliding onto one of the stools with a slight rustling. I tried not to flush; every once in a while, I forget what I'm wearing, and it can make quite a racket if I'm not careful. “Hey, Lenny!” I said brightly Come to think of it, it was my one year anniversary of meeting him, too, although I didn't really get to know him well the first time we met. Wally liked to come here, though, to chat with friends, and I liked being with him, his big arm around me, cuddling into his warmth and the rich, deep smell of him.

“Hey, little man,” he said, with a warm smile. He shook out his thick, lavender dyed mane. “Milk for the baby boy?” he asked, in a soft tone of voice. 

I chuckled. Lenny knew...he was one of the few outside of Wally's household that did. “I...yeah, you got me. I can't resist a nice cold milk. Feeling daring tonight, though. How 'bout we make it a coffee milk?”

He laughed. “Oh my. Sure your Daddy would approve?” he murmured to me, then winked. 

I squirmed a bit. “Lenny,” I whimpered. “C'mon...”

He reached out and ruffled my head. “Just teasing you, little man. Let's get you set up.” I smiled and nodded, and I was soon relaxing, sipping the rich, sweet drink.

As I drank, I started to consider what Wally had offered earlier. There was no question that Wally and I were together and staying together. We could never be married, so adoption would open some doors that would be otherwise be closed. What if something happened to Wally? About two months after we met, he had tripped and fallen down some stairs, getting a concussion, some broken ribs, and a broken leg in the process. No one in the household, including me, was allowed to go into the emergency room with him. But if his greedy cousins had showed up, they could've gone in. If I were his adopted son, I would've been able to go in and hold his hand while he was sedated. I could've given permission for Uncle Ricky to come in, too. As it was, we both sat in the waiting room for hours, fretting over the man we both loved.

I wasn't with Wally for his money, but I knew that, if he passed away now, everything would get split up by family members that had no love for him. Actually, knowing Wally, he had likely set up measures to make sure a good portion of his money went to the charities he cared about. But his family could fight that, especially if they had evidence of his “unnatural lifestyle”. If I were there as his adopted son, I could make sure that the money went where Wally wanted. Or could I? Would I be more evidence of that “unnatural lifestyle”? I sighed. It was a lot to think about.

After a moment, I realized someone had taken the stool to my left. I looked and found a a middle-aged raccoon smiling at me. “Excuse me, young man...don't I know you from somewhere?”

This took me off-guard. Most of the regulars at the Lion knew me by now and knew I was taken. I didn't recognize this fellow, so I assumed he was someone from out of town who was taking part in the local nightlife. I didn't want to be unfriendly. “Um, I don't think so?” 

“Sure I do,” he said, with a soft smile. “You're Wally Scole's boy, aren't you?”

I felt a cold feeling in my bowels and guts. Not a regular at the club, but someone associating me with Wally? Was this some kind of set-up? Or a shake-down? “Uhhh, I think you might be confusing me with someone else, Mister.”

“Nah, I never forget a face,” he said, with a wicked little grin. “Your name's...Weekly, right?” He leans in. “Guess I'm not that memorable. I'm Wally's friend Augustus Horndale. You can call me Augie.”

It was the Augie that brought him back to my memory. We had met, about four months back, at a charity dinner Wally was hosting. It had been brief. I hadn't wanted to be there, but Wally had offered me a chance to earn some money by taking photos. I had tried to be very professional, and I'd done my best to stay away from Wally all night, because I didn't want either of us to be tempted. In the end, however, he had pulled me into the kitchen. The staff had cleaned up and gone home, so we were alone. We kissed tenderly, and Wally had pushed my pants down a bit in back so he could squeeze my diapered rump. We'd had only moments of warning as we heard someone calling back to another person to order them another drink. Wally tugged my pants back up, and he began speaking like we were in the middle of an argument. “I told you, I wanted you to use the expensive film!” he said, suddenly. “I want these photos to really shine and show off the glitz of New York aristocracy giving back to their fellows!”

I blinked, but then I got it right away. “I'm so sorry, Mr. Scole!” I said, quickly. “But I have a great developer. These are gonna look great, I promise!”

Augie had come through the doors, looking confused. Then he burst into laughter at the sight of us and the room. “Well, it's official,” he announced. “I'm drunk enough to have lost track of where the restrooms are. Sorry, Wally.”

Wally had looked over. “Oh, Augie...it's fine. But the restrooms are two doors down the corridor on the left.”

Augie looked at me. “Well, who's this now? Your official biographer?” He gave a coarse laugh. I could feel how stiff I was in my diapers from Wally kissing me, and I wished this big man would go away.

“For tonight, at least, he's our party photographer. Weekly, this is Augie Horndale. Augie, this is...”

“Weekly?” Augie asked in a boisterous laugh. “Funny name. I'll remember that.” He staggered towards me, and Wally and I both half-caught him before he fell. He looked me in the face. “Cute,” he said with a grin, “but Wally always likes nice things around.” He patted my hip, and I tried not to blush. He pushed himself more upright, then announced. “I gotta piss like you wouldn't believe.” He turned and staggered out, hopefully in the direction of the restrooms. Wally and I were frozen for a moment...and then we both laughed. He hugged me, then hmmed. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Your...um...undergarments are still poking out a bit,” he said. I felt my blood go to ice. Had Augie felt that? If he had, he hadn't seemed to notice. “It's just a little,” Wally said with a warm smile, helping me adjust my pants so that my secret was better concealed. “Even if Augie noticed something,” Wally assured me, “he was blotto. I doubt he'll remember even being here tonight, let alone anything that happened.”

It seemed he remembered something, though, since he remembered my name and associated me with Wally. “Oh, heh...I remember you now, Mr. Horndale,” I told him, trying to stay cool. “But I was just Mr. Scole's photographer for that evening.”

“Riiiight,” he said, with a sly grin. “A party photographer who just happens to be drinking coffee milk at the Lavender Lion.” He smiled, coming a bit closer. “A party photographer who looks like a younger version of Wally?” He smiled, reaching down to give my butt a squeeze, making me freeze up. “Heh...yeah, I was pretty sure I felt a diaper on you that night.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “I...uhhh...I...have to wear them for medical reasons,” I said, trying to think as quickly as I could. This was everything I'd been dreading!

He leaned in, bringing his lips close to my ear. “Is the medical reason that Wally likes to fuck you in them? Are you his baby boy? I heard our host call you that...”

I felt my guts twist. Damn, he had good hearing. I almost didn't even care about being outed, but I was horrified that Wally might have to deal with sudden scrutiny. Worse, he had his arm fully around me now, with his hand on my lap. And I was stiffening under his touch. I felt a shock of pleasure from the way he was rubbing, but then a shock of guilt. I hadn't been with anyone but Wally for a year, and I'd been faithful to him in all that time. Uncle Ricky had touched me when cleaning me, of course, but he'd never made it sexual or even sensual. Now this near-stranger was bringing me to erection in public.

Lenny must've noticed me looking a bit uncomfortable. “Hey, Weekly, you okay?” he asked, looking concerned. 

“You're fine, aren't you, baby boy?” Augie murmured in my ear. I swallowed. I wasn't exactly fine, but...it did feel nice. And if I refused what he was doing, I was worried what he might do. Would he expose Wally? Did they have some business dealings, and he'd use this to get the upper hand? What an idiot I was to come out to the bar without Wally, wearing diapers like it was totally normal.

“I...I'm okay, Lenny.” I gave the bartender a small grin, trying to reassure him. He seemed unconvinced. “Seriously,” I said, giving a thumbs up. Lenny squinted at me a moment more, gave Augie a look, then shrugged. He went off to take orders from another couple at the bar, leaving me alone with the big raccoon.

Augie squeezed me gently through my diapers and pants. “There's a good boy,” he crooned to me. “Let Uncle Augie take care of everything. Man, you're so hard. You're really getting off on this.” I realized that he was right. As frightened as I was, for both Wally and myself, I couldn't deny that I was ferociously aroused. In fact, I felt my hips moving, humping at his fingers.

“Please, Mr. Horndale...” I started, but he shushed me.

“Uncle Augie,” he said, gently. I didn't want to say that. I felt like it would be a betrayal of Uncle Ricky, who had earned that title from me honestly. But I didn't want to get Horndale angry, either. Maybe if I played along, Wally would be safe.

“Please, Uncle Augie,” I whimpered, softly. But I couldn't help but moan softly...I was getting closer. 

“That's right, baby boy,” he murmured in my ear. “Show me how much you love this. Such a little diaper baby. I bet you're not even potty trained any more. I bet Wally makes you wet and mess your diapers...makes you cum in them too, hmmm? Do you cum in your diapers for your Daddy? Then you can cum in them for Uncle Augie.”

When he said that, a combination of fear and lust washed through me. I was about to cry out, but he pushed two thick fingers into my mouth and kept me quiet as I came in my diapers, right there in the bar. I think a few guys looked over, but they looked away just as quickly. What we were doing wasn't their business. Lenny was busy laughing with the other guys at the far end of the bar. After my orgasm passed, I felt sticky and guilty. How could I do this to Wally? I was his little boy! I didn't want anyone else. I squirmed, and Uncle Augie...Horndale...seemed to realize I was done. He let go of me, and I quickly pulled away from him. “Hey, now,” he said, with a chuckle. “Don't try and say you didn't enjoy that.” He grinned at me, and I felt my stomach squirm. He was handsome, sure, but I was Wally's boy, and it didn't feel right.

“You're okay,” he said in a reassuring tone. The slight smugness of his expression told me I wasn't the first younger man he'd gotten what he wanted from. Was he trying to steal me from Wally? It would never happen! But...it had been fun... But if he wanted to hurt Wally, I'd kill him! He must've seen the storm of emotions I was going through, because he looked at me curiously. “Hey...hey, little man. I think you need to calm down.” He spoke gently but firmly, like someone used to being obeyed. “Maybe you should get home, hmm? It's getting late. You want an escort?”

“I'm...I'm fine,” I said. I felt so conflicted, but there was no way I was taking this guy to my place OR to Wally's. “Just...caught me offguard.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I get that. So I wanna have a talk with you, but I'm thinking tonight's not the best. How about we say night after tomorrow? Back here, but a little earlier? I think our conversation will be of...mutual interest.”

The way he said that sent shivers down my spine. What was he planning? Blackmail? That seemed the most likely. No way I would let him use me to get to Wally. I'd leave town first. I'd...I didn't know what I'd do, but I'd rather die than let someone hurt my Daddy.

“Will you meet me then?” he asked, seeing me wavering.

“I...I don't know. I'll see if I'm free,” I said, feeling more guilt making me nauseous.

He grinned. “Yeah, you'll be here.” He winked. “See you then, little man.”

I backed away from the bar, realized I hadn't paid, but I saw Horndale waving down Lenny and paying for his and mine together. I finally jammed my hands in my jacket and stalked out. There was no way I could look Wally in the eye right now, so I turned and headed for my own apartment. Once I got there, I undressed. I looked down at the wet mess in the diapers. I realized I'd peed them, too, on top of everything else, and I hadn't even realized it. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, like someone was cutting onions. I violently yanked off the diapers, yelping as the safety pin sprang open and scratched me along the hip. I balled them up and threw them towards the garbage, not even looking to see if I'd hit my target. Naked, I ran into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. With the water on as hot as I could take it, I scrubbed and scrubbed at myself.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Wally had opened a door for me, showing me something I couldn't imagine loving even a year ago. And now I practically needed it in my life. And it was being used to hurt me and to hurt Wally. Wally who was so beautiful and wonderful and only tried to make the world better for me and everyone else in it. I cried so bitterly, in a way I hadn't in a long time. The world wasn't fair! Shit always rolls downhill, so I'm used to getting hit with it. But how could it be threatening my Daddy? God, I loved him so much! I couldn't let anything happen to him.

When I got out of the shower, I paused, standing there, dripping. Parto f me wanted to be with Wally, to have him gather me into those big arms and that soft, fluffy towel he had used to dry me the first night we were together. It would be so easy to let him take care of everything. But I felt like I had screwed everything up; I didn't deserve a guy like Wally. I was just dragging him down to my level. I walked back into the living room and saw that the diapers were lying in a heap near the trash. I sighed, picked them up, and took them into the bedroom, putting them in my laundry. I considered getting a fresh one out of the underwear drawer – Wally had insisted on me having some at my place as well for a situation like this – but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. For the first time in a long time, I slid into bed naked. Sleep, when it finally came, was uneasy at best. At some point, I thought I heard a ringing, but I struck at it with a hand, and it went away. Probably some alarm I'd forgotten to turn off on my clock.

The next day, I got up feeling very off-kilter. My head was hurting, and my body felt sore. I was rundown, which wasn't surprising considering how badly I'd slept. I sat up, feeling mildly nauseous and everything sort of flooded back. The guilt had eased off a little. Wally and I had talked about things. I had told him I still liked girls, and he hadn't minded at all. “Baby boy,” he had told me, gently, “I don't care who you play with, as long as you come home to me.” That set off a little more guilt, as I hadn't gone home to Wally, but I quickly picked up the phone. I realized it was off the hook...maybe that was the ringing I'd heard last night. I jiggled the receiver to get a dial tone and dialed Wally's number. I needed to tell him about Horndale, for sure. There was no answer for a long time, which was unusual. Even if Wally wasn't there, Uncle Ricky would usually answer. Finally, the line connected.

“Scole Residence. Who's calling, please?” I recognized the voice of Brigitte, one of the maids.

“Hi, Brigitte. It's...it's Weekly. Is my...is Wally there?”

“Oh, Master Weekly. No, honey. Mr. McCallister took him to the airport about twenty minutes ago. He's off on his business trip in Europe today.”

I groaned. Between the conversation about adoption and the encounter with Horndale, I had totally forgotten Wally's business trip. What an asshole I was. Now it would be nearly a week before I saw him again. “Oh,” I said, feeling just awful. “He must be furious with me.”

Brigitte's tone was gentle and caring. “I know he left a message for you with Mr. McCallister. I overheard them talking together about you. He seemed more worried than upset.” I sighed. That was Wally. He'd tried to give me a gift, and I'd spurned it and then hadn't gotten home to him. And instead of being angry, he was just worried about me. I felt like such a heel. “Master Weekly?” I heard Brigitte say, sounding concerned, “are you okay?”

“Not exactly,” I said, softly. I sighed, then said, “Can you just ask Un...Mr. McCallister to hang onto the message? I'm not sure I can swing by tonight to hear it.”

“Do you want me to have him call you?” she asked.
 
“No,” I said quickly. I didn't think I could handle Uncle Ricky being kind and solicitous to me right now. “Just tell him I'm fine, and I'll come by when I can.”

“Alright,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “Please take care of yourself, Master Weekly.”

I put the receiver down gently and sighed. I wanted to talk to someone, but Uncle Ricky didn't seem the right person. Should I talk to John? He was wise, but...I didn't think he had the best track record for relationships, either. He would be supportive, but this was complicated in a way I don't think he would exactly understand. In the end, despite my concerns, I felt like Uncle Ricky would be the best option, so, after I finished doing some work for What's News, collating and labeling photos I had delivered to them for their assets desk, I let my feet lead me towards Wally's home. I looked up at the gate. Could I ever really belong here? Wally's world was so far beyond mine. I rang the bell, and I soon heard Uncle Ricky's voice come over the intercom with a cool, diffident tone.

“Scole Residence.”

I sighed. “Uncle Ricky, it's me.”

“Young man!” he said, in a commanding tone, “come right in at once!” I swallowed. He sounded rather angry. There was a buzz, and the gate unlocked. I slipped inside and closed it behind me. As I approached the front door, Uncle Ricky was standing on the porch with his arms folded and a stern look on his face. He took my hand in his and marched me right inside. “Go up to the nursery and wait for me there,” he said, still sounding quite firm and angry. It was all I could do not to blubber as I went up the stairs and waited there. I must've looked quite hangdog, head down, hands behind my back, lip quivering, but he remained determined not to soften. “Young man, do you have any idea how much your Daddy and I were worried?”

“I'm sorry, Uncle Ricky,” I said, sounding so meek in my own ears. “I just...there was a lot...” 

“Tut,” he cut me off. “And plainly, you're not wearing what your Daddy requires, are you?” It was true...I could've put on diapers before leaving my apartment, but they never quite fit right when I did it myself. Daddy and Uncle Ricky were much more adept at it. He sat down, and then patted his lap. “Come here. Belly down, bottom up.”

I blinked. Was I about to be spanked? I trembled. Uncle Ricky had never been anything but kind to me, but...I had been very bad. I walked over on shaky legs, laying across his lap. He opened my pants and pushed them and my underwear down. “If you'd been properly diapered, you would've had some cushioning for this,” he said, firmly and matter-of-factly. And then I felt his arm lift. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. But it couldn't stop the whimper that came as he slapped my bare rump. 

I hadn't been spanked since I was very little, and, somehow, this made me feel smaller than ever. In a way, it as even more belittling than the diapers. I lay across his lap, whimpering, sniveling, and finally crying out loud, tears and snot running down my face, as he counted out ten firm, but not very hard spanks. It wasn't even that hard, though I was sure my bottom would be a bit red. It was more the psychological effect his firm, stern tone was having on me. All my terror, anxiety, and guilt from the previous day came flowing out of me, and, when the spanking was over, he made me go into the corner and stand there a short while. When he finally let me turn around, he had laid everything out for a change. With a pacifier popped into my mouth, I was stripped completely, powdered, and diapered quickly and efficiently. He led me to a comfortable chair, sat down, lifted me into his lap, and rocked me, nuzzling me and hushing the little tears and whines I was still making. “Alright now,” he said, gently, and I clung to him, shaking and emptying out the rest of my bucket of tears. He rubbed my back, and I loved him so much in that moment. I needed my Daddy, but my Uncle Ricky being there for me helped a lot.

“I know you didn't mean to worry your Daddy and I, but you should've seen the state Wally was in when he left,” he scolded, gently. “He wanted to call off the trip, to call the police. I practically had to pick him up and put him on the plane myself. I promised him I would wire him as soon as you turned up, so when Brigitte told me you'd called, I sent a message to him right away. He looked me in the eyes. “What happens between you and Mr. Scole is your own business...until it threatens the calmness of the household. Are we clear?” I nodded rapidly. “I trust I shall not have to spank you again?” I shook my head rapidly. “Good.” He kissed my forehead. “He left you a message. Made me repeat it back to him multiple times. He couldn't write it out, because his hands were shaking too badly. In essence, he says he loves you. He's sorry if he pushed things too far with the adoption. He'll never bring it up again if you tell him not to. And he loves you, more than you can imagine, and he begs you to forgive him.”

I felt more guilt twist in my belly. I was the worst. Wally didn't need someone like me in his life. I was a total prick to him, and he still took the blame on himself. Uncle Ricky saw my expression and lifted my chin a little bit. “Now, now...I know that look. When he comes back, all you need to do is be honest with him. He'll understand. You both need to stop beating yourself up.” He stroked my cheek. “He loves you so much. I didn't understand his attraction to you at first, but I've seen you blossom in the last year. You're good for him, and he's good for you. Just don't let some silly piece of paper ruin things between you, alright?” I nodded, more tears threatening to slip out. “That's enough of that now, don't you think?” He took his handkerchief, wiped my eyes, and had me blow my nose. “That's better. I think you need a nap, hmm?”

He stood up, and he carried me to the crib, laying me down in it. He put one of the stuffed toys, a purple dolphin, into my arms, and he pulled the covers up around me. Even though it was just mid-day, I did feel exhausted after my terrible night's sleep. I closed my eyes, and I heard Uncle Ricky say, “Your Daddy wanted to be clear that you're more than welcome to stay here until he returns, or to come and go as you please. He wants you to think of this as your home, as much as it is his.” He caressed my brow, soothingly. “Oh dear...I think you might have a light fever.” He bustled off, and I was almost dozed off when he came back with some milk in a sippy cup and a few pills. “Here. These will help with the fever, and they'll help you get some sleep.” I was soon sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I woke up mid-morning, and Uncle Ricky was there. He felt my head and frowned, giving me a bottle to drink of sweet, warm milk. There were other pills to take, too. I dozed off again, and, when I woke up, it was afternoon again. “Did I sleep a whole day?” I asked, looking around.

“Indeed you did,” Uncle Ricky said. He was sitting in a folding chair pulled close to the crib.”A doctor friend of mine I rang up said it was likely a 24-hour bug that's been going around. Are you hungry?” My belly made a lot of noise to say yes, and I blushed. “That's a yes,” he laughed. “But let's get you cleaned up before we get you fed.”

I was soon blushing again, as I realized two things...my diapers weren't just wet...they were quite messy as well. And they weren't the same diapers I had gone to sleep in. Uncle Ricky noticed and smiled, reassuringly. “It's fine, baby boy. Not like I've never changed your dirty diapers before.”

He helped me to the changing table. I was still feeling a bit woozy, so he helped support me a little. “How come this never grosses you out, Uncle Ricky?” I asked, laying back as he opened up the diapers, stripping them away.

“I worked as a field nurse in the Great War before I became Mr. Scole's butler. That's where we met, actually. He was gallant young lieutenant, and he saved my life and that of a number of other nurses and doctors when he helped take out a sniper that was targeting us as we tried to care for the wounded.” He looked very far away for a moment, then came back to himself and smiled at me. “Anyway, I've seen far worse than dirty diapers, believe me.” He rubbed my belly, softly, then used the wipes to clean me up. I mused about how normal this had become...being naked in front of Uncle Ricky, getting wiped and powdered and padded. I rarely even masturbated any more, because getting rubbed through my diapers by Wally got me off so much more easily. I flushed and felt a little nauseous then as I remember how Horndale had found it easy to get me off in them too. Oh, no...Horndale! Uncle Augie! I suddenly realized I was supposed to go to the Lavender Lion and meet him again tonight!

“Uncle Ricky,” I said, nervously, “I need to go out in a while. It's really important!”

He frowned at me, but I nodded my sincerity at him. He felt my forehead, and then he sighed. “Well, I don't recommend it, but I won't stop you. I can see you're serious about how important it is. But let's at least get some solid food in you before you go.”

I wasn't allowed to leave until I'd eaten a bowl of a rich, delicious soup with crackers. Uncle Ricky really was a wonderful cook...which was probably a good idea. Daddy had made me pancakes once...or tried to. The result was...not good. And I could burn water, given the chance. Once he was sure my fever was gone and I was keeping the soup down, I was allowed to go. I took a roundabout route. It was clear Horndale was convinced of my relationship with Wally, but I wasn't going to confirm it for him if I could help it. He was there when I arrived, sitting in a booth, and he smiled, beckoning me over. “Well now, good to see you again, little man.”

“Hello...um...Uncle Augie,” I said, a bit shakily. Lenny came over to take a drink order, seeming surprised I was sitting with Horndale. I explained about Wally being away, and he nodded before taking my order for a chocolate milk.

Horndale smiled once we were alone again. “Yes, I heard Wally was out of town. Maybe I should take you home and take care of you, hmm? Don't want you to get lonely in his absence.” He slid an arm around me, and I forced myself not to pull away.

“That's...that's very nice of you,” I said. “But I'm okay. Mr. McCallister is looking after me.”

He blinked, incredulously, and then burst out laughing. “McCallister? His butler? That tubby little mouse?” He laughed again, louder. “I never took him as the sort to molest the Master's boy in the Master's absence. Huh!” He grinned at me. “I guess it's true what they say. When the Master's away, the mice will play, hmmm?”

I was bristling with annoyance. “He's not doing anything inappropriate!” I insisted. “He's just...um...”

Horndale's face slid into an all-too-clever grin. “What, baby boy? Powdering your bottom? Changing your diapers? Maybe stroking you off in them?”

I flushed hotly. “I...he just...” Suddenly, I had an image of Uncle Ricky holding me in his lap, stroking me through my diapers the way Horndale had done...the way Daddy had done many times. It was...oddly appealing. I felt myself stirring in my diapers, and my ears went very red.

“Hehehe. Whether he's being inappropriate or not, seems like the little boy is feeling pent up again, hmmm?” He drew me closer, into his lap, holding me there, a hand resting on my groin. Ugh! Why did my body respond so well to that touch? I was soon gently rocking my hips, pressing into his caressing fingers. “That's right...you're being such a good boy for Uncle Augie.” I could feel his own erection pressing to my bottom, separated by both our pants and my diapers. “You know,” he said softly, in my ear, “no one can see us over here. Why don't you get a bit comfier?” He kissed my ear, then whispered, “Lift up, and then take your pants down in back.”

I flushed. What an idea! But...it was...kind of appealing. And he was right. Our booth was secluded, and the table would hide us from view. I lifted up, opening my belt and pants, then scooting them down until they were around my knees. At the same time, I felt him fumbling with the fastening of his pants. When I sat down, he was prodding me much more directly, and I realized he had fished his cock out completely. The only thing stopping him from touching my bare bottom were the diapers themselves. We stayed still as Lenny brought the drinks, and I sipped my milk, holding it in a pair of shaky hands, as Uncle Augie paid for them.

I began to think that maybe I was way offbase about Horndale. Maybe he was just another guy into diapers. Wally had told me he knew a few, but Horndale's name had never been among those he mentioned. He certainly seemed to be enjoying rocking with me, thrusting against the softness of my padded rump. His fingers were curled around my shaft through the diaper, helping to stroke me. “There's a good boy,” he murmured in my ear. “Just make Uncle Augie feel good, and Uncle Augie will make you feel good right back.”

We rocked like that for some time. He whispered soft endearments to me, and I was feeling good about it, right up until he said, “It's a good thing no one knows about you and your Daddy. It'd be a shame if it ever came out, now wouldn't it?”

That made me nervous. What was he implying? Was he threatening me? Saying if I didn't go on with this, he'd expose Wally? I mean, couldn't I just expose him back? Except that Wally had a full-blown nursery in his house. It'd be very hard to explain that room...to explain the adult sized diapers and baby clothes. Despite my growing fear, I was also getting closer to climax, and so, it seemed, was Horndale. He was huffing in my ear. “Ohhh, yes. But don't worry, baby boy. This is just our secret, isn't it?” He humped and thrust...without the cotton cloth in the way, he'd almost be inside me, and I couldn't even claim I disliked the idea, despite my anxiety!

“Cum for me, baby boy,” he whispered in my ear, and he had it timed just right. When he aid it, I choked out a cry, quieting it with my own arm, and began jizzing a load right into the front of my diapers. He mmmmed his approval. “Such a sensual boy. Wally's a lucky man. Maybe I can buy you from him.” He chuckled, rocking and thrusting more eagerly. “Mmmmm...here we go, baby boy...” He leaned me a bit forward, pulled back, pulled out the leghole of my diaper, and slipped his member inside. I felt it rubbing under my balls, along my inner thigh, and then he groaned in my ear. I felt his load, thick and hot and ample, spurting over my smaller groin. “What a good boy,” he crooned to me. When he was done, he stayed there a bit, then finally pulled himself slowly back, wiping his load off into my fur. He lifted me a bit, tucking himself away, doing up his pants. Then he helped me back on with my own pants, keeping me in his lap as his load and mine soaked into my fur. He chatted with me...sort of. I mean, mostly, he talked, and I made a few non-committal answers. I was a bit stunned at how he had coaxed me right along into hat he wanted. And I hadn't fought at all. And the worst thing was that I couldn't swear whether it was because I was afraid of what he might do if I refused or because I kind of liked it.

For the next few days, I met Uncle Augie at the Lavender Lion. Each night, I went home with a heart full of guilt and a diapers full of both our loads. As the time of Daddy's return got closer, he kept dropping hints about wanting to see Wally soon. Finally, the day before Wally was due to return, he asked me to go home with him, and I balked, frozen, unsure what to say. “Looks like you're not quite ready for that, hmm? Well, that's okay, baby boy. How about we have dinner at your place? Tomorrow night, perhaps?”

I blinked at him. “What? I can't invite you to dinner! And tomorrow is when Da...Wally comes home.”

He chuckled. “You don't have to invite me, dear boy. I actually spoke to Wally a couple of days before he was leaving for Europe. He's the one who invited me. He was delighted that I remembered you, and he seemed to be hinting that you might have something to announce at dinner. Invited me to bring a guest and everything.” He patted my bottom, which, was quite messy after our evening meeting. “See you then. Sounds like we'll all have a lot to discuss, hmmm?”

I went home, feeling shocked and miserable. I could never bring myself to go directly to Wally's after these rendezvouses. It was ironic; I had spent so much of my life taking sleazy photos of men cheating on their wives or vice-versa. And now, I was trapped in a situation not of my own making, but one I felt helpless to stop. If I cut off Uncle Augie, I felt sure he would hurt my Daddy somehow. But I'd have to tell Daddy eventually, and how badly would that hurt him?

I showered, and, having learned my lesson, I changed into a fresh diaper, dressing over it. I made my way slowly over to Wally's house. Maybe I needed to bring in Uncle Ricky for advice. Maybe he'd be able to help clear my head from all this craziness. I rang the gate, and I heard the familiar voice. “Scole Residence.”

“It's me, Uncle Ricky,” I said, distractedly.

“Come right in, dear boy,” the voice said. The familiar buzz of the gate unlocking followed, and I was soon coming up to the door, eyes on the path ahead. The door opened, as I walked up the steps...only to find myself swept off my feet! I looked up, into Wally's smiling face.

“Daddy!” I cried out, throwing my arms around his neck. 

“Oh, Weekly! Oh, my baby boy!” He rocked me in his arms, then walked right inside with me. A smiling Uncle Ricky closed the doors behind us as he carried me to his bedroom. Once inside, he was all over me, kissing, touching, stripping away clothes. “Oh, baby...Daddy needs you so badly,” he whispered to me. I almost wanted to stop him; despite the shower, I was feeling dirty and awful. And he must've seen something, because he suddenly stopped. “Oh, my little love, what's wrong?” I looked up. His face was so worried and loving and concerned.

I burst into tears, hugging him harder. “Oh, oh, baby...oh my Weekly,” He hugged me tightly, rocking me, ignoring the fact that we were now both half-dressed. “Come on, honey. Tell me what's wrong.”

I looked up at that handsome face. Those eyes were so full of love. My heart ached at the idea that they would cloud over and darken when I told him the truth, but how could I not. With a heavy heart, I let my confession run out of me. I told of every meeting...every awful feeling...every worry I had about what Horndale might do. Daddy held me, listening to all of it. When I finished, I sat in his lap, in his arms, trembling. I couldn't look up at him. He seemed to be processing it all. “Did you enjoy what he did with you?” he asked, softly.

“Kind of,” I said, softly. “At first, I did it because I was worried about him blackmailing you. But then, I kind of think I was...yeah, I was enjoying it.”

I stared down at the bed, feeling sick to my heart...until a large hand caressed under my chin, lifting my gaze to his eyes. “How could you think for one moment,” he said gently, “that I could love you even one iota less?” He nuzzled me, softly. “I told you I didn't mind who you played with, as long as you came home to me.”

I stared at him, unbelieving, until he smiled. “Weekly, I don't want to just have sex with you. I love you. You could have sex with a dozen other guys, and I wouldn't care one bit, as long as you were having fun.”

I kept staring. It was too much; I didn't deserve him. But I had him, deserving or not. I pushed myself back into his body, kissing him once, twice, a thousand times. “Mmmmm,” he said after a bit. “And it seems you still missed me, hmmm?”

“So much, Daddy!” I said, pulling back a bit, opening his pants. He smiled, leaning back, as I leaned in, inhaling how good he always smelled. I took him into my muzzle eagerly, and he stroked my hair.

“Mmmm...someone's a hungry baby,” he said with a soft sigh. He caressed my head and ears so sweetly, while I worked him in my mouth. I eagerly licked up his precum, swallowing it. I bobbed up and down, working my tongue around the tip in a way I know he likes, but then taking in more of him, as much as I could, and nursing. He groaned, thrusting softly between my lips. When he was close, he warned me, but he no longer bothered to tell me I could pull off. I never did, and I didn't today. I swallowed his salty-sweet load, letting it run down into my belly. When I had pleased him, he laid back, and I slithered up into his arms, hugging onto him, tightly.

“I'm...I'm sorry, Daddy. Not because of playing with Horndale...I know you said it was okay, but it was...it just felt funny. I'll know not to worry in the future.” I sighed, laying my head on his chest. “But I'm still worried he'll do something...”

“I want to tell you something...I met a young man when I was in Europe, in my hotel in Paris, to be precise, where he worked in the laundry. He was sweet, but he was also terrified. He was worried people would find out about him, and he'd lose his position...his family might disown him. And I realized that we can't let fear rule us, Weekly.” He smiled at me. “We need to live bravely and be our real selves. I love you, and I'm not going to let fear stop me from being with you, the way we want to be together.” He hugged me in, warmly. “I don't care who knows I love you...and what we do behind closed doors is no one's damned business. And if Augie threatens us tomorrow, that's what we're going to tell him, right?”

Wally. My Daddy. I was so proud and so scared, but I nodded. “No, Daddy...I mean, yes, Daddy. We won't be afraid. We're going to be together, no matter what.” I was still scared, but I couldn't help but admire Wally. He was brave enough for both of us.

When Augie arrived, Uncle Ricky opened the car gate, and his chauffeur brought his car in. A real beauty, too. When the chauffeur opened the door, Augie got out, holding a bottle of wine. He came up the stairs, and Wally greeted him on the porch. As they came in, I heard Augie say, “I'm sorry my plus one is delayed, but you know show business people.” When he saw me, dressed up nicely as I was, Augie smiled. “Well, well, here's the little man. C'mon, let me look at you both together.” He stepped back, and Wally came over, putting an arm around my shoulder. “Awww. You two look great together.”

Wally frowned a little. “Augie, I'd really like to talk to you about...”

“I want to talk to you, too, Wally,” Augie said, jovially. “But let's get a drink first, hmmm? This wine will be better with supper. Maybe some cocktails?”

Uncle Ricky soon had drinks mixed, and I had a milk in my hand. Augie ruffled my head. “Does a little man good, hmmm?” he asked with a wink. Then he looked at both of us. “I really hope I haven't caused any strife between the two of you? You know how aggressive I can be with a couple of drinks in. But your little friend here didn't seem to mind too much.”

“Well, that relates to what I want to talk about,” Wally said, a bit exasperated. “Weekly was a bit upset...”

Augie turned to me. “Upset? Well, I guess I did come on a big strong that first time. But I didn't think you were upset...especially when you came back the second time.”

I cleared my throat. “I was...a little worried...about what you might say to people.”

“Say?” Augie said, seeming earnestly confused. “Wait...did you think I was going to expose you to the newspapers or something?” He laughed. “Oh, my poor little friend. I'm so sorry! No, no...nothing could be further from the truth.”

“But...all that talk about 'what would people say if they knew?' and so on...”

“I was trying to be a good friend!” Augie said, defensively. “I would never want anything to happen to Wally, especially now that I know we share a mutual interest.”

Wally arched an eyebrow. “So you...this is something you...enjoy?”

As Augie was about to speak, we heard the doorbell ring. Augie smiled. “I imagine that'll be my plus one. Perhaps we can wait until we're all together?” Augie went with Uncle Ricky, and I looked over at Wally.

“Do you believe him?” I asked. “Maybe I'm just being paranoid because I'm in papers.”

Wally was thoughtful, but he shrugged. “Augie's always been a bit abrasive and loud, especially when he's drunk, but I've never known him to be dishonest.”

Uncle Ricky came back in, followed by Augie. No one followed immediately, and Augie blinked, then smiled at us, apologetically. “Shy,” he said, before coming to the door and addressing someone outside. “I promise it's alright, honey.” He offered his hand to someone we couldn't see and slowly drew them into the room. To my surprise, a young male rabbit slowly entered, looking around with big eyes. I guessed him to be about my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, but much smaller than Augie himself. A dwarf lop, I thought, as his ears hung down. He was dressed in good clothes, similar to Augie's fine outfit. “Gentlemen, this is Tyler. He's just come from the show he's doing on 42nd Street. Tyler, this is one of my best friends, Wally Scole, and this is Wally's boy, Weekly.”

Tyler was pretty for a boy. His buckteeth made him lisp softly, but not to the point that he couldn't be understood. “It's a pleasure to meet you both,” he said, in a soft, sweet tone. “Mr. Horndale's told me a lot about you.”

Augie smiled and took Tyler into his arms. “Now, now, honey. We're all friends here. You know you don't have to call me that.”

The little rabbit flushed, then quietly said, “Yes, Daddy.”

After that, dinner was much more relaxed. It turned out that, once Augie had felt the diapers on me, he'd wondered if Wally had similar interests to his own. Our first meeting at the Lavender Lion had been pure coincidence, but that had cemented in his mind the fact that Wally and I were a couple, and that Wally was likely dressing me in diapers due to our sexual proclivities. His teasing had been to try and coax me to admit it, but I had misinterpreted a lot of it as being a bit threatening, for which he apologized many times over the course of the evening. Once the formal part of the dinner was over, Wally and Augie had gone off to chat and have a cocktail, leaving Tyler and I to chat.

“How did you meet Wally?” he asked.

I chuckled and told him the story of how I'd been hired to take photos of him for a tabloid rag. “And how did you meet Augie?”

“Oh, he saw me in a show where I was playing a little boy in diapers,” he said, with a blush. “After the show, he asked me out to dinner. I was really flattered, and he's been really sweet to me.” He grinned at me. “I wouldn't say it's love, but we're having a good time. And I don't mind the diapers. They're kinda comfy.” 

I flushed. “Yeah, I...I was weirded out by them at first, but I've come to really like them. I like Wally being my Daddy.”

He smiled at me. “Your Daddy loves you, I can tell. That's really cool. You guys are a real couple, huh?”

That made me squirm, but I nodded after a moment. “Yeah. I guess we are.”

“You're so lucky,” he sighed. “Not many guys out there are willing to take that kind of risk for a boy like us.”

I looked over to where Daddy and Augie were chatting together and laughing. “I'm really lucky,” I agreed, smiling.

Later that night, when Daddy and I were snuggled up together in bed, exhausted from making love again, I kissed him on the lips. “I'm so lucky,” I said, smiling.

Wally smiled brightly. “I'm lucky, too. I have you.”

I kissed him again. “Tyler's cute!”

“Very cute,” he admitted with a smile.

I grinned at him. “Do you want to play with him?”

He rubbed his chin, grinning. “I wouldn't mind, but I have this baby boy who takes up so much of my time. I don't know if a chance will arise.”

I kissed him again, giggling a bit. “I don't mind if you do,”  I told him softly. “Just come home to me after.”

“Always,” he said, and it sounded like a promise. “Because you're my son.”

“And you're my Daddy,” I agreed. “And...I was thinking about what you said before. About living bravely. And...I want to do that.”

“Good,” he said, nodding. “I do too.”

“Yeah, but...” I bit my lip, then nodded. “I want you to adopt me. I want to be your son. For real.”

He looked at me. “You're already my son for real,” he said. “The adoption...that's just for the legal stuff. We don't have to...”

“I want to,” I said firmly, interrupting him. “I want to be here for good. For the long haul. I want the world to know I'm your son, and I love you.”

He studied my face a while, then smiled. “I love you, too. I'll have my lawyers draw up the papers.”

I hugged him, fiercely, and he hugged me back, and we lay like that a long time, not giving a damn who know how much we loved each other.