Page 78 of Learning to Change

Guessing would’ve been too stressful, though, so I nodded and rubbed his back. “You are. You were a good boy when we were playing the board game, and you were good when you helped me pick out dinner, and you were very good when I put your cage on.”

I’d done a good job on it and he liked it, so I wasn’t going to ignore it.

Joel squealed and nodded, petting my chest. “So you were a good boy too. You were a good loser for the game and you’re going to make me a yummy dinner and you did a good job making me cute and tiny.”

I wasn’t sure how I should respond to his list, but he fixed that before I had time to worry. Joel just sat up, still smiling ear-to-ear and pulled out the front of his pajama bottoms again. “See? It’s soft and special and I got my cutie.”

Did I owe him a thank-you for finding other things for me to verbally trip over? I didn’t have to worry about the first list anymore, so it seemed reasonable.

“I’m glad it’s soft and that it doesn’t hurt.” Kissing his cheek, I pushed aside how weird the conversation felt and focused on how happy he was. “You are very special and you’ve got a very nice cutie.”

I sounded insane, but Joel was incredibly excited. “You really like it?”

Looking back down at his penis, he smiled. “I like it.”

That was obvious.

But it was possible that my feelings on the new toy weren’t quite so clear. I wasn’t sure the best way to fix that, so I decided to take a page from Tate’s playbook. Pushing down the front of Joel’s jammies, I leaned him back so he was all innocent sweetness and then a cock cage. “I’m glad you like it. I like having you all wrapped up.”

Okay, not bad and it got me a giggle from Joel. “It’s really cute.”

And he was going to keep pointing that out for all eternity.

“It is and I’m really glad you like it and that it makes you happy.” No point in leaving that part out since it was what I was most comfortable with.

“You like making me happy?” Joel’s mind skipped to a new topic, but his question seemed serious.

“Yes.” Not sure where the conversation was going, I did my best to answer it thoroughly. “I like it when you’re excited and when you find something that makes you feel good or confident, I guess.”

Joel smiled at me like I was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and snuggled closer. “Even if you don’t understand it?”

Oh yeah.

“Me understanding is not the most important part.” Because I was pretty boring most of the time and my brain didn’t seem to work like his. “You having fun and being excited is what counts.”

That made it a lot harder to overthink a situation.

It would just be rude to obsess about something that was making him happy.

“And you like taking care of me?” It sounded like a question but Joel’s smile said he already knew the answer.

“Yes.” My eye roll couldn’t be helped because clearly, he found my answer silly and started giggling for some reason. “Too much.”

Tickling him, I danced my fingers along his ribs as he squealed and jerked. I managed to keep him from flopping on the floor but he was too wiggly to keep it up for long. When I finally stopped the silly torture, he flopped against me and went boneless. “My penis liked that but he’s stuck.”

Oh.

I hadn’t been thinking along those lines, so it took my brain a second to catch up. Luckily for me, Tate was ready to tag into the conversation as he came back over with the new toy all ready. “How does it feel when he’s stuck but tries to come out and play?”

Marveling over how easily he’d found a way to ask the question, I looked down to see Joel shrugging. “Stuck.”

Tate laughed. “Does he like being stuck? Do you like him being stuck when he wants attention?”

Scrunching up his face in a way that I knew was designed to look cute, he leaned his head into my chest and sighed. “What do you think?”

I thought I was being played, but I wasn’t sure how.

“I think you like the way it feels but you don’t know how to describe it yet.” That seemed like the most logical answer even if I was missing a few key pieces.

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