Page 62 of Learning to Change

“Yes, Dean got them for you to play with in the tub and he thought your first cage celebration would be a good time to give them to you.” It was a completely insane explanation but Joel didn’t see it that way.

He simply stared at them in awe and then sighed as Dean stepped out of the bedroom, probably feeling braver once Joel had started awing over them. “Oh, Master Dean, thank you.”

At some point we were going to need to have a discussion on that title for Dean, but I decided to fuck with everything another time.

“You’re welcome.” Dean chuckled as Joel threw himself at him and nearly brained both of us trying to hug his Master Dean…who was probably his Daddy. “We thought you should have your bubble bath first and then when you’re all clean we can put your cage on. How does that sound?”

I was pretty sure as his Doms we were supposed to tell him when the cage went on, not the other way around. But everyone knew Daddies were the pushovers of the BDSM world, so I wasn’t surprised that aspect hadn’t gotten all fucked up with a toy.

Maybe the problem was that we kept calling it a toy?

Would making sure it was a sex toy help?

What was I thinking?

I was talking about Joel, so no, it would not make a difference. We were definitely going to need to expand our vocabulary to take little stuff into consideration.

“Yes. Clean and caged and cute.” Head bouncing side to side as he didn’t take his eyes off the brightly colored mesh bag of plastic people and random shit, Joel looked like he was ready to tackle me for his new goodies. “There was…I needed…”

Swinging the bag back and forth had him almost hypnotized and he lost track of what he was going to complain about. But luckily for him, his Daddy had a wonderful memory and wasn’t as easily distracted. “You need a snack. I’m going to go get that ready while you and Tate get the bubbles ready.”

“Bubbles.” Joel’s patience ran out and he gave me a beaming smile before snatching the toys. “I’ll get started. I’m being helpful.”

Bullshit.

“The brat just stole the fucking toys.” I didn’t bother being quiet, but Joel wasn’t scared based on the maniacal giggles that were coming from the bathroom. “Don’t dawdle with the snacks or it might get dangerous in there.”

My ridiculous teasing got more laughter from Joel, but Dean shook his head. “Be careful. Don’t let him get distracted and drown or something.”

He walked toward the kitchen, still looking worried and not realizing at all that Joel was a legitimate adult.

A squirrely one but an adult, nonetheless.

“I’ll be careful with him.” Daddies were worriers. How had I not realized that? “But we’ll figure out some rules just in case.”

He should’ve rolled his eyes at me but he nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

No, it was not.

But pointing that out would just lead us to a conversation I wasn’t quite ready to have yet, so I headed toward the bathroom and found Joel naked, bouncing with his toys and his bubble bath in his hands. “I waited. Dean doesn’t have to worry.”

He’d just find something else to worry about, but it was nice to have one thing checked off the list. “Good boy.”

The adult toy bag had disappeared but I told myself I’d figure out where that went later as I kissed Joel’s head. “You were very patient.”

That praise got me another beaming smile. “I was very good, so I get lots of bubbles.”

There was a goodness to bubbles scale?

“I think that’s very reasonable.” Shrugging, because I wasn’t going to argue about a scale I hadn’t seen written down anywhere, I nodded toward the toilet. “Alright, we’re going to put the lid down and you can sit there while the tub fills up.”

There was not enough room for him to keep wiggling without breaking himself or something in the bathroom. Thankfully, he didn’t have an issue with that and was quickly in one place for at least a few seconds. “See? I’m very good. So I get toys.”

Ah.

“Yes, you get bathtub toys and then the grown-up ones later and then if you want we can even play a board game.” I was now just as wonderful as Dean based on how wide Joel’s eyes got. “We’ll have lots of fun this afternoon.”

We were even going to have fun figuring out a way to make Joel’s dick soft too. It was looking forward to playing with the toys as well, but part of me wondered which toys it was excited about the most…the bathtub ones or the sex ones?

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