Page 46 of Kiren

I grabbed a duck in each hand, pulling them underwater and then letting them go so they popped back up to the surface. I did it over and over.

“You’re a very brave boy to have gone through so much hurt.”

I didn’t know how to respond. He must see how awful the scars were. Stomach-turning. But he didn’t say anything like that.

“Let’s continue now, shall we?”

I looked at him. His face was calm, eyes soft. He hadn’t recoiled, even though I knew some of my scars were huge and raised and an ugly purple and brown. Others were smaller, red, purple, the skin around them mottled in dark pink swirls and shapes that creeped to my sides and my lower back.

Max continued to wash me as if nothing fazed him. He put conditioner in my hair and rinsed it under the faucet.

I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water and the compassion of Max flow over me.

“All right. Time to get out.”

He helped me stand and put a big towel around me, holding it closed in front as he helped me from the tub. I stood before him with my arms crossed and head down.

When he dried me, he was gentle, dabbing the towel all over me, including my back. “Feeling okay?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He grabbed a fresh towel and put it on my head, soaking up the water in my hair. My other towel fell to the floor. I was naked now. He could see everything.

He twisted the towel on my head to keep it in place, then steered me to the door. “Bedroom.”

I went where he wanted me to go, his warmth and steadiness close and comforting behind me. He walked me to the side of the bed. He let me go, then went to a drawer of his dresser and brought items over, lining them up. I saw there were all sorts of things. A disposable diaper. A tube of cream. A plastic bottle of powder. A pacifier.

“Well? What do you think?”

“I want all of it, please.”

“Lie down. Make sure you’re comfortable.”

I lay down in front of him, on my back. The towel on my head fell away to the pillow. My front was exposed, my cock soft against my balls.

Max ran his hands over my chest, petting me. I realized my breaths had gone quick and shallow.

He sat and petted my shoulders and arms. “You’re safe here with me. Never forget that.”

My muscles had bunched up. My hands were fists. As he stroked me, I relaxed. My arm came up and I began to suck my thumb. Max brought the pacifier to my mouth. I removed my thumb and took it between my lips and sucked.

“Good boy,” he said. “We’re going to put your diapers on now. And then you’ll feel even more secure and safe. I promise.”

Max’s words fell over me, gentle as feathers. I nodded.

I’d had a catheter at the hospital for months, but never diapers. No one had ever put them on me before. I wanted it.

“Now, bend your knees for Daddy, please.”

I bent them and opened my thighs.

Max got the tube of cream and squeezed some onto his fingers. He spread it all over my crotch, under my cock and on my balls. His fingers slid to the lower parts of my ass cheeks.

“It should feel very soothing,” he said. “Next time maybe we’ll shave you and it will feel even better.”

I couldn’t hold back a small smile under the base of the pacifier.

Next came the powder. He sprinkled it all over, gently rubbing it in. I watched as he unfolded the diaper.

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