Nate’s Halloween Surprise

M/M Age Play Novella

Jayda Marx

Author’s Note

This is a sequel novella to “Nervous Nate”, and is best enjoyed after reading that book. This no angst, quick read story features Nate’s favorite time of year - Halloween! We’ll get another peek into his life with his husband/Daddy Declan, his best friend Timmy, and Timmy’s Daddy Alex. This age play novella is packed with ‘little time’, teeth tingling sweetness, steamy scenes and cute costumes. I hope you enjoy this extra look at one of my favorite couples.

Chapter One

Declan

“Naaaate?” I called out as I entered his nursery. I’d just put dinner in the oven and it appeared my husband was playing hide-and-seek with me. “Nate, where are you?” Quiet laughter drew my attention to the far wall, where the curtain jiggled and feet poked out beneath it.

“Is he under the bed?” I dropped to my knees and checked, garnering more muffled giggles. “Hmm, nope, he’s not there.” I climbed to my feet and looked behind the rocking chair in the corner. “He’s not here either.” I sighed and turned my back to him, propping my hands on my hips. “I don’t know where my boy has gone.”

Footsteps crept behind me. Nate cried out, “Boo!” as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I gave my best theatrical gasp. “Did I scare you, Daddy?”

“You sure did.” I clutched my chest as I turned to face him. “My heart is beating so fast!” It wasn’t, but Nate’s huge grin took away my guilt over the little white lie. “Our friends will be here soon; are you ready to get into your costume?”

“Yes! I’m so excited!” We were hosting our second annual Halloween party for Nate and his best friend Timmy. My best friend Alex (who happened to be Timmy’s Daddy) would be joining us as well, but the festivities were for our boys. They loved the holiday and everything that came with it.

Nate wiggled his hips and scrunched up his nose. “I think I need changed first, though.”

“No problem, baby.” I patted the blanket which covered the changing mat. “Hop on up.”

Early on in our relationship, Nate was nervous about using his diapers (along with many other things), but he’d grown so comfortable with the lifestyle and who he was. He no longer questioned his needs or got embarrassed by them. He knew there was nothing ‘wrong’ with liking the things he did, and that I needed to care for him as much as he needed my care. We each craved this type of relationship to be happy. I’d always be there to support and love him.

I made that clear five months ago when I married Nate. He was everything I wanted and needed in a husband and a boy. Some days we had only adult conversations and went out on ‘regular’ dates. Sometimes he stayed in his little headspace for a week straight, coloring and sleeping with his pacifier. We no longer followed any kind of schedule when it came to little time or big time; we just rolled with whatever Nate needed, and things meshed together beautifully. I never dreamed I could be this happy.

“There we go,” I said after I’d removed Nate’s wet diaper and wiped him clean. "Now let's get some lotion on you." I poured a circle of pink baby lotion into my palm and massaged it over his inner thighs and soft cock.

Nate's eyes closed behind his rainbow framed glasses and his lips spread into a sweet smile. "Mm, that feels nice, Daddy." He hummed as his flesh plumped under my touch. "Very nice. Look how big my special place is getting."

Nate was also no longer shy about his sexual needs, little or big. "I see that." I cupped my palm over his dick and rubbed until he was fully stiff. "Do you want me to make your special place feel so good?"

"Please." Nate moaned as I poured lotion over his length.

"You like it when I touch this pretty dick?" I asked, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and stroking slowly.

"Mm, yes, Daddy."

"And whose pretty dick is it?"

"Yours, Daddy. All of me is yours."

"That's right, baby." I pumped him faster, twisting my wrist around his leaking tip. "You're all mine." I took his balls in my other hand and rolled them gently as I jacked him.

"Daddy, yes!" Nate planted his heels on the mat and humped wildly into my hand. I removed my palm from his sack and gave his ass a light slap to remind him that I was in charge. My inner Dom came out to play often, and Nate loved when I took charge.

"Oh god, I love it when you spank me." If my naughty boy liked that little pat, he would love the surprise that awaited him later.

"Keep your hips still," I told him, letting him know the slap wasn't a reward.

"I'm sorry, Daddy; it just feels so good." Nate plastered his ass to the mat and gripped the sides of the table.

"There you go. Just relax and let Daddy take care of you." I returned to gingerly rolling his balls, loving the way his wispy hair tickled my skin. As I jerked him faster, pre-cum leaked from his slit and slicked my hand. I slid faster along his length, pulling and milking his flesh.

“Yes! Oh Daddy, I’m gonna come! Please, can I?”

“Come, Nate!”

His cock jerked in my hand and shot a glob of white, sticky cum onto his stomach, which swelled with his deep breaths. I slowly pulled his dick until he trembled against the table. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” I tickled my fingers up his chest and tweaked his nipple, making him shudder again.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I leaned down to kiss him, nibbling his soft lips. Nate opened up and let me slip my tongue into his mouth. I swept along his tongue and cheeks, kissing him deeply until he moaned into my mouth. When I pulled away, he was breathless and he wore a satisfied expression.

“Daddy, is your special place big?”

“Of course it is.” I caressed my hands down his smooth, slim chest and stomach. “Just one look at your beautiful body drives me crazy.”

“Can I rub it for you?” I loved that he still asked permission after all this time, handing the reins and all decisions to me.

“God, yes.” I popped the button on my jeans while Nate chewed his lip.

“Can I suck it for you, Daddy?” I answered him by lifting him from the changing table onto the carpet. Nate dropped to his knees as I lowered my zipper and pulled my jeans and underwear to my thighs to reveal my long, hard cock.

Nate licked away a glistening drop of pre-cum that balanced on my tip and hummed his approval. “You’re so tasty, Daddy.” He wrapped his lips around my crown and sucked gently, swirling his tongue over my hot, aching flesh.

“Suck me faster,” I instructed. We were expecting our friends soon, but also, Nate had me so worked up that I couldn’t hold out. Just the memory of him writhing and groaning in pleasure when I touched him had me on the edge.

Nate swallowed as much of my cock as he could and bounced his lips along my length. He cupped my balls in his palm and squeezed them as he gobbled me down.

“That’s it, baby. You know just what Daddy likes. Faster.”

Nate’s other hand wrapped around my shaft. He stroked me quickly as he lapped across my tip and played with my balls. Every pleasure center was alight and throbbing as Nate whimpered, going as fast as he could. His fingers bumped against his lips and slammed against my pelvis as he pumped my cock.

“Nate, that’s so good. Daddy’s gonna come.”

He somehow moved even quicker, gagging on my dick as he took nearly all seven inches down his throat. He squeezed my sack harder and my balls rolled in his hand.

“Nate!” My cock swelled and pulsed, sending a gush of warm cum into his mouth, which Nate quickly gulped down. “Good job, baby. Swallow it all.” I stroked his short, dark hair as he ran his tongue over my sensitive flesh, licking me clean as I shivered. When he was done, he looked up at me with a sweet smile. “You’re so good at that.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I took his hands and hoisted him to his feet before tucking myself back into my jeans. He was quick to wrap his arms around my waist, and I held him tightly against me. Once my heart rate came back down and my breathing was calm, I smiled down at him.

“I really should get you in your costume now. You want to be ready when Timmy gets here for your party.”

“Yay, Timmy!” Nate clapped his hands and wiggled his hips in excitement.

I chuckled and patted the changing mat. “Let’s get you ready.”

Chapter Two

Nate

I hummed happily as Daddy secured the sides of my fresh diaper. I could still taste his seed on my tongue, and he was the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my mouth.

“Okay, Nate; I need you to hold really still while I go get your costume, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He pecked my cheek and disappeared into our bedroom, and I drummed my fingers on the changing mat until he came back. I beamed when he returned carrying my Halloween costume.

He took me shopping last week and told me I could pick any costume I wanted. I searched the racks, looking at every option to make sure I chose one Daddy would love. When I saw the Dalmatian puppy costume, my heart beat fast and my hands shook. Daddy took me to the fitting room and helped me into it. When he smiled and said I was the cutest puppy he’d ever seen, I knew it was the one for me.

Daddy popped each of my feet through the leg holes, and then did the same for my arms. The costume was one piece and had a long zipper up my belly. Once I was all zipped up, he helped me onto the floor and stroked his scruffy gray beard as he looked me over.

“Hmm, there’s something missing.”

“My ears, Daddy! Don’t forget my ears!”

He snapped his fingers. “That’s what it is!” I chuckled as he pulled a headband from his back pocket and put it around my head. Two long, spotted ears hung down to my shoulders. “There’s my cute pup. Will you shake your tail for me?”

I turned around and shook my hips, making my tail wag left to right as I let out a little bark. Daddy laughed and patted my butt, making my diaper crinkle. I turned back around and my heart skipped a beat at his big, beautiful smile. I loved the way his face creased when he was happy, and how his pretty green eyes sparkled.

“You’re so handsome, Daddy,” I blurted out, making him smile even wider as my cheeks flushed.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“But I think you’ll be even more handsome when you have your costume on.” At first, Daddy said he didn’t need a costume; that he just wanted me to have fun. But after I explained to him that I’d have the most fun if he dressed up with me and after I gave him a pouty lip, he agreed that he needed a costume too.

“Well then, we better take care of that.” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom again, where he snapped a pair of red suspenders onto his jeans, settling them over his black t-shirt.

“Can I put your hat on for you?”

“Of course.” He handed me his red plastic fireman’s hat and leaned down so I could place it on his head. “How do I look?” he asked, standing up straight and holding his arms out to the side.

“So good! I love that our costumes go together. Thank you for dressing up with me.”

“You’re welcome, baby; anything to see that pretty smile.” I gave him the biggest, widest smile I could while he chuckled before kissing my cheek again.

I squealed when the doorbell rang. “Timmy’s here!”

Timmy was my very best friend in the whole world (besides Daddy, of course), and I couldn’t wait to spend the holiday with him. I clapped and bounced in a circle around Daddy as he laughed harder.

“My goodness, you’re my excited pup, aren’t you?” I nodded and grabbed his hand for him to take me to the front entrance. When he opened the door, I squealed again.

“Timmy! I love your costume!”

He was dressed in a zip-up onesie like me, but his was gray and white. It had a hood on it which held two black circular eyes and lots of pointy teeth. He was almost too cute to be a scary shark. Alex was dressed up too, wearing a yellow Hawaiian-style shirt with white flowers all over it and a straw hat.

“Thanks, Nate,” Timmy beamed. “I almost chose a puppy too, but I wanted to be something scary.” He leaned down so that his felt teeth brushed across my face. “Puppies are tasty! Chomp, chomp!” I giggled so hard that I snorted, and then gave my friend a big hug.

Daddy hugged Alex as they both laughed too, and he waved Timmy and his Daddy inside. “Come on in, guys.”

“What should we do first, Nate?” Timmy asked, grabbing both of my hands. “Color? Watch cartoons? Decorate pumpkins? Eat cookies?” He got more animated with each question, bouncing on his toes.

“Buddy, do you remember what we talked about before we left the house?” Alex asked his energetic little.

Timmy sighed and his shoulders slumped. “That I need to be polite and calm. Sorry, Daddy; I’m just so excited!”

“It’s okay, buddy. I know you’ve been looking forward to this for a long time, huh?” Timmy rounded his eyes and nodded, and Alex gave him a hug. When Alex couldn’t see, Timmy winked at me. Daddy always said that Timmy could play Alex like a fiddle.

“We’ve got lots of fun things to do,” Daddy cut in, “But first we need to make sure your bellies are full. I’ve got a special dinner in the oven and it should be ready soon. Why don’t we get our hands washed so we can eat?”

“Okay!” Timmy replied before dashing off in the direction of our bathroom while Alex chuckled and followed after him.

Daddy took me into the kitchen and helped me wash my hands. He always got them extra bubbly and clean. Then he pulled out my chair and got me settled in at the dining table.

“Can I eat on my car plate, please?”

“Actually, I have special plates for you and Timmy to use.”

“Really? Thank you, Daddy!” I crooked my finger and gave him a kiss when he bent down.

“All clean!” Timmy announced as he marched into the room, displaying his hands. He sat at the table in the chair next to mine.

“Daddy said he has special plates for us,” I told him excitedly.

“Yes!” He punched his hand in the air and looked around. “Where are they?”

Alex sighed. “What do you say when someone does something nice for you?”

“Oh, right.” Timmy gave Daddy a big, cheesy grin. “Thank you, Dec,” he said in an icky-sweet voice. Daddy smirked at him and Alex snorted a laugh.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Alex asked Daddy as he crossed the room.

“Nah, I’m just waiting for the timer to go off. How has work been going?”

They fell into boring adult conversation, so Timmy and I played a game while we waited for our dinner. We each held our hands out, and tried to move them quickly before the other could slap them. I couldn’t catch Timmy, but he was able to smack the backs of my hands. When I gasped, he apologized and kissed my knuckles. He was a very good friend.

“Dinner’s ready,” Daddy announced when the oven timer dinged. Timmy and I both danced in our seats, making our Daddies laugh. “Here are those special plates I told you about.” He placed an orange circular dish in front of each of us. They were divided into three sections; the top two had triangle eyes printed on them, and the bottom held a toothy grin so that the whole plate looked like a smiling jack-o-lantern.

“Aww, these are so cute,” I gushed. Daddy ruffled my hair and turned to pull something out of the oven. My whole face lit up when he filled my plate with dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, baked macaroni and cheese and grapes.

“This looks so yummy, Daddy. Thank you.” He gave me a kiss before filling up Timmy’s plate as Alex got us something to drink. My smile somehow widened even more when I saw that we both had special cups too. We each got a purple sippy cup with a friendly ghost on the front. It made my chocolate milk taste even better. “I love our Halloween-y cups.”

Timmy giggled beside me. “You said weenie.” We both burst into laughter. Alex crossed his arms and tried to give his boy a stern look, but he couldn’t fight his smile.

We only got in trouble once during dinner, when instead of eating our dinosaur nuggets, we made them stomp around our plates and squish our grapes. I always tried to be Daddy’s good boy, but sometimes playing with Timmy was so much fun that I forgot to be good. I made up for the grape squishing by eating every bite of my dinner, and that made Daddy very happy.

“Would you two like to watch cartoons while I clean up the kitchen?” Daddy offered sweetly. Timmy and I clapped and danced again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled. “Alex, could you find them something to watch?”

“Sure.” We followed Alex into the living room, where he turned the television to my favorite monster truck cartoon. All of the trucks were going trick-or-treating together and having a great time.

“I wish we could go trick-or-treating,” I told Timmy. Daddy was afraid our neighbors wouldn’t be very understanding, and that they might say mean things to me.

Timmy sighed and put his arm around my shoulder. “Me too.”

It was hard to be too upset though, since Daddy always gave us a wonderful Halloween. So, we snuggled together and happily watched our cartoon.

Chapter Three

Declan

I hated overhearing the sadness in Nate’s voice when he made his wish for trick-or-treating. But this year, I was determined to give him everything he wanted. I wouldn’t let my sweet boy miss out on a thing.

“I’m so glad you thought of the candy this year,” Alex said as he entered the kitchen. It seemed my friend had the same thoughts when he heard his own boy’s wishes.

“Did you give it to Oscar already?”

“Yep, it’s all taken care of.”

“Thanks.”

Last month, I came up with a plan on how to give Nate and Timmy a trick-or-treat experience; I bought a large bag of candy from the grocery store and gave it to Alex, who in turn gave it to Oscar, the owner of ‘The Steel Door,’ the BDSM club we frequented. He agreed to pass the candy out to willing patrons, who would give it to our boys when they trick-or-treated at the club. This way, our boys could have everything they wanted in a safe, judgement-free environment.

Alex and I tidied the kitchen and washed the dishes quickly. I didn’t want to make Nate wait any longer than necessary to continue the Halloween fun. Once everything was clean, we laid down newspapers and art supplies over the dining table, along with four fat pumpkins.

Alex propped his hands on his hips and gave me a serious look. “You’re one hell of a Daddy, you know that? You do so much to make Nate happy. He’s a lucky boy.”

My heart swelled at my friend’s sweet words. He’d been by my side throughout my long wait to find Nate. He’d seen my longing and jealousy throughout the years, and he knew how much my boy meant to me.

“Thank you,” I told him sincerely. “Timmy’s a lucky boy, too. You’re the perfect Daddy for him.” I meant it; Timmy could be a lot to handle, but Alex never lost his patience or his humor. They were a perfect match, as were Nate and me. I couldn’t be happier that my friends had a relationship as amazing as the one my husband and I shared. 

“Come on,” he said, bumping his shoulder into mine, “Let’s go get our boys.”

My heart melted when we walked into the living room and I saw Nate and Timmy cuddled up on the sofa together watching their show. Nate had always been a nervous, shy person, but he’d opened up so much, and I had Timmy to thank for at least part of that.

Nate nor Timmy ever had many friends, but now they had a wonderful friend in each other. Whether they were little or big, they shared a close bond, much like the one Alex and I shared; perhaps even stronger. They connected on a deep level of understanding of their lifestyle and needs.

One thing they needed was each other. I couldn’t have chosen better costumes for them; they perfectly summed up their personalities. Nate was sweet and playful, and Timmy was energetic and often ornery. But somehow, they clicked, and nothing would ever come between them. I looked over at Alex, and saw the same adoring grin I was surely wearing.

“Hey boys, are you ready to decorate pumpkins?” Alex asked curiously.

They both gasped and yelled, “Pumpkins!” before dashing off to the kitchen, forgetting about their cartoon. I chuckled and turned off the TV before following them.

“Okay, baby, you sit by me,” I instructed before Timmy could steal the spot beside my boy. Nate happily plopped into his chair, and his friend sat across the table from him. I waved over all of the art supplies and asked, “Would you rather carve your pumpkin or paint it?”

“Hmm, that’s a tough choice.” He tapped his chin as he thought. “I think I’d like to paint mine, but can I help you scoop the goopy stuff out of yours? That’s my favorite part.”

“Of course.”

Timmy turned to Alex. “Can I do that too?”

“You got it, buddy.”

They got to work on Alex’s pumpkin while I cut the top off of mine. “We need to roll your sleeves up,” I told Nate. “You don’t want to get your costume yucky.”

“Good idea, Daddy.” He held his arms out, and I helped him push up his sleeves.

“There you go. Here’s a spoon for you to use.”

Nate attacked the ‘goopy stuff’ with his spoon, shoveling out mounds at a time. Once he had a decent size pile on the newspaper, he sunk his fingers into it and squashed it around. “Eww, this feels weird.” It grossed him out but fascinated him at the same time. “Touch it, Daddy.”

I buried my fingers in the slime and scrunched up my nose. “It does feel weird.”

“I like it,” Timmy announced. He was wrist deep in the sludge, sloshing it all over the table. And that’s exactly why I put a liner down.

“Did you boys know that people eat these seeds?” Alex asked, digging a kernel out of the goop.

Nate’s eyes widened. “Really? What do they taste like?”

“They taste kind of like nuts.” Timmy giggled again at Alex’s response, but stopped when his Daddy gave him a warning look.

“Can we try some?” Nate asked. When I nodded, he dug a seed out and lifted it to his lips.

“Hold on, baby.” I stopped him with a touch to his hand. “They’re better when they’re cooked.” I got a baking sheet from a cabinet and we all worked together to cover it with seeds. I sprinkled them with salt and put them in the oven. “By the time our pumpkins are done, our snack should be ready too.”

Nate nuzzled his head against my shoulder. “I’m having so much fun, Daddy. Thank you for our party.”  

My stomach flip flopped at my sweet boy’s words. Being his Daddy was the most important thing in my life, and his appreciation only made it that much better. “You’re welcome, Nate.” I kissed the top of his head and Alex winked at me from across the table.

Once my pumpkin was thoroughly de-gooped, I cleaned up the filling and washed Nate’s hands again. “What colors of paint would you like?” I asked my boy as I grabbed a paper plate to use as his palette.

“Hmm...I think I’ll need orange, red, yellow and brown.”

“Those are very pretty fall colors.” Nate beamed at my praise as I poured out blobs of paint and handed him a brush.

“What do you want, buddy?” Alex asked Timmy.

“Black.”

I wasn’t surprised that Timmy would be creating another monochrome disaster. Whatever makes him happy. I used an ink pen to draw out a design on my pumpkin, and turned it to face Nate. “What do you think?”

He pulled his attention from his artwork to smile at mine. “That’s very cute.”

“Can I see what you’re making?”

Nate shook his head and blocked his pumpkin from view. “It’s a surprise, Daddy. I don’t want you to see it until it’s finished.”

“It’ll be hard, but I’ll wait.”

Nate giggled and gave his focus back to his painting, which I was sure would be a masterpiece. My boy was an artist. He loved coloring, painting, and stenciling, and every creation was better than the last. He was always so proud to give them to me, and I was proud to display them. Our fridge was covered with his artwork, as was the corkboard that hung in his nursery.

I stayed true to my word and didn’t peek at Nate’s work, even though I really wanted to. I couldn’t help but notice Timmy though, and the way he nearly shook the table as he painted his pumpkin intensely. Somehow, he’d gotten black spots on his nose and in his eyebrows.

“You look like a Dalmatian like me,” Nate joked, noticing Timmy’s spots.

“I’m a shark-dog,” Timmy insisted. “Chomp chomp, awoooo!” Nate howled with him and then the pair dissolved into giggles again. My heart couldn’t hold any more happiness, and I wondered if watching them together could give me a cavity from sweetness overload.

“All done,” Alex announced, displaying his pumpkin to all of us. He’d carved a spooky face with slitted eyes and pointed teeth.

“Wow, good job!” Timmy praised. “I love it! Do you like mine?” He turned his canvas around, revealing a mangled black blob. “It’s great, right? I’m a great painter.”

“It’s beautiful,” Alex smiled.

Timmy’s paint-covered brows tucked in. “It’s not supposed to be beautiful, it’s supposed to be scary.”

Alex leaned down and touched noses with his boy. “It’s so beautiful, it’s scary.” Timmy giggled and thanked him with a long, sloppy kiss.

“I think it’s scary,” Nate offered sweetly. “It’s a monster, right?” Somehow over the past year, Nate learned how to decipher his friend’s scribbles. Timmy dropped his Daddy’s lips and nodded with an unnervingly large grin. Nate gasped. “I’ve got something for your monster! I think you’ll love it.” He turned to me and asked excitedly, “Can I go get it from my room?”

“Sure.”

The word was barely past my lips when Nate zipped from the kitchen and returned with something hidden in his hand. He showed it to Timmy in secret, and they giggled as they glued it to the pumpkin.

“Ta da!” They both exclaimed as they presented the scribble monster again, this time with a pair of googly eyes in its center.

“Now that’s a great monster,” Alex praised, making his boy puff up with pride and sit up straighter. Then he thanked Nate with a big hug.

While I finished my carving, Alex helped Timmy scrub the paint from his face. Apparently it had already dried, so there was quite a bit of whining involved when it pulled against his skin, but Alex made sure to kiss it all better.

“And...that’s...it,” I said as I made the last few cuts in my pumpkin. I spun it around for Nate to inspect. “What do you think?”

“Daddy, it’s incredible!” He was being generous. It was a very simple design of a dog's face; just two (slightly different sized) eyes, a snout and some whiskers. Honestly, it looked more like a cat than a dog. But my boy didn’t seem to mind; he looked at it like it should be displayed in a museum. No matter what, he built me up and made me feel like the most talented, handsome, and important man in the world. "Did you choose it just for me?"

"I sure did. A pup for my pup."

"Thank you. I love it. I can't wait to see it lit up with a candle."

"Is yours done?" I wanted to see what my creative genius came up with.

"Almost." He dabbed on a little more paint before grabbing the glue bottle and attaching something to his design. "Done." He flipped it around to show us all. "Does it look okay?"

My jaw dropped at the sight of a pretty owl with feathers in an array of autumn colors. Unlike my animal, his was perfectly proportioned, and had two googly eyes above its beak, which actually looked like wide owl eyes.

"Nate, it's gorgeous," I gushed.

"Lovely," Alex smiled.

"Yeah, Nate! It's even better than mine," Timmy added.

"Thanks guys." My boy's cheeks pinked at the compliments.

"We should get lots of pictures of them," Timmy suggested.

We all agreed that was a wonderful idea, and Alex and I snapped dozens of photos of our boys and their masterpieces. Once our pumpkins were displayed on the porch and the table was clean, the oven timer dinged, signaling our seeds were ready.

"Let's all try them together," Nate said once our snack cooled down. We all picked up a kernel and when he counted down from three, we popped them in our mouths.

Alex and I hummed our approval at the flavor, but poor Timmy's face scrunched up in disgust. "Gross!" Alex held his hand out, and his boy spit the mangled seed into his palm.

"What do you think, Nate?" I asked.

"They're not bad," he shrugged. "They're kinda like a mix between nuts and potato chips."

"Maybe I just got a rotten one," Timmy shrugged and tossed another one in his mouth. "Nope." Once again, he spit his unwanted treat in Alex's hand.

"Would you like some more?" I offered Nate, who shook his head.

"No thank you."

After Alex washed his spit-covered hand, he and I ate another handful of seeds. I liked them; it took me back to my childhood when I'd carve pumpkins with my parents; my mom would use every part of the food, making pie from the rind and baking the seeds.

"Maybe you two would like a different treat," I suggested. "Maybe we can make some...sugar cookies?"

Timmy and Nate joined hands and spun in a circle yelling, "Yay, cookies!"

"Hmm, I don't think they want cookies," I teased. "What do you think, Alex?"

"They don't seem very excited."

"We are excited," Nate insisted. He dropped his friend's hands to give me a hug. "Please, can we make cookies?"

"Of course we can, baby."

Nate and Timmy spun some more while I found a large mixing bowl and cookie ingredients.

Making the treats was an adventure. Nate was cautious as he broke the eggs, making sure not to get any shell pieces in the bowl. Timmy, on the other hand, barely took the time to measure. He slung ingredients left and right, ending up with flour in his eyebrows as well.

I'd bought pumpkin and ghost shaped cookie cutters, but our dough was way too runny to mold into shapes.

"Hmm…" I stared at our bowl of cookie soup, unsure of how to help it.

"Maybe rolling it in lots of sugar will help it stick together," Alex suggested.

"Good idea."

Timmy and Nate took 'lots of sugar' as a challenge. They rolled the dough in so much of the white crystals that by the time they were finished, it looked like the baking sheet was covered in snowballs.

While the sugary abominations baked, Alex and I sent our boys to watch another cartoon so we could clean the kitchen. I was clueless as to how butter ended up on the underside of the table. We finally got everything tidy again as the timer dinged. I pulled the cookies out to find they'd swelled into shapeless sugary blobs.

Alex stared at the baking sheet. "They look like glittery turds."

I wanted to laugh, but that actually described them pretty well. "Do you think they're safe to eat?"

As soon as I asked the question, Nate and Timmy appeared in the kitchen entryway.

"We heard the timer," my boy explained. "May we please have a cookie once they've cooled down?"

I couldn't tell him no when he used such nice manners and looked at me with pure delight and anticipation.

I plated a cookie and served it to Nate as Alex did the same for Timmy. I held my breath as they each took a giant bite, waiting for their reaction.

"These are the best cookies ever!" Nate exclaimed with a huge grin.

"We did such a great job," Timmy agreed. "Try one, Daddy."

Alex shrugged and grabbed a treat as I did the same. I bit into the chewy dough and my teeth immediately ached from the exuberant amount of sugar coating it. I'd only let Nate eat one or else there was no way I'd get him into bed later; he'd be bouncing off the walls.

"You two did do a great job making them," I agreed, and Nate thanked me with a big, sugary kiss.

Chapter Four

Nate

I licked my fingers clean and smiled up at Daddy. "What's next?"

He and Alex shared a look and a nod before he gave his attention back to me. "We have a surprise for you two. How would you like to go trick-or-treating?"

I gasped and my eyes widened. "Really? Oh, Daddy, yes!" I jumped into his arms and he laughed as he spun me around. "But how?"

"Your Daddy set up a special event at the club," Alex explained.

My eyes prickled as I looked at Daddy's smile. "You did that for us?" He nodded and I stood on my tiptoes to give him a long, slow kiss before whispering, "Thank you," against his lips.

I was thanking him for so much more than the event; I was thanking him for doing so much to make me happy. He always did everything in his power to give me what I wanted and needed, and to make my dreams come true. He hugged me tightly, and I knew he understood what I meant.

"I've got a very special costume for you to wear at the club," he told me, still holding me close.

By 'special', I was sure he meant sexy. Daddy loved dressing me up in outfits that showed off my body when we visited the club. He was proud of the way I looked and that I belonged to him, and that made me proud too.

It didn't make me nervous to wear skimpy outfits in front of other people because I knew Daddy would protect me. He'd never let anyone touch me. Only he was allowed to touch me. Especially my special place; even I wasn't allowed to touch it. Daddy took care of it and made it feel good. He took control of it in the bedroom, just the way I liked it. He was my caring Daddy and my sexy Dom. He was everything to me in every way.

"Can I put it on now?" I asked hopefully. I was excited to see what he picked out for me.

Before he could answer, Timmy asked Alex, "Did you get me a different costume for the club?"

Alex gave him a guilty look. "No I didn't, buddy, but I can get-"

"Good," Timmy cut him off. "I don't want to change out of my shark costume. I want to scare everyone! I-" his face scrunched up. "I have to go to the potty."

Alex snorted a laugh. "Come on; I'll take you while Nate is getting changed." They scurried down the hall to the bathroom and Daddy took me into my nursery.

"Are you wet, baby?"

"Nope."

"Okay then, just stay standing up; I think it'll be easier to get your costume off that way." He unzipped it down the middle and worked my hands and bare feet out of the holes. Then he unfastened my clean diaper and threw it away. "Close your eyes. I want you to be surprised."

I scrunched my eyes shut and stood in the middle of the room butt naked while Daddy retrieved my special costume. "Hold on to my shoulders for balance." He gripped my wrists and put my hands on him, and I could tell he was kneeling in front of me.

"Right foot," he said as he slipped it through fabric, "Left foot." He shimmied something that felt like underwear up my legs. "Would you like to see?"

I clapped my hands together. "Yes! Yes, I want to see!"

He led me into our bedroom and put his mouth next to my ear to whisper, "Open your eyes." I did as he asked and smiled at my reflection in our full length mirror. I was wearing a pair of booty shorts which were white with black spots, just like the ears I still wore.

"I know how much you wanted to be a puppy," Daddy explained, "So I didn't want to change your costume completely. Take a look behind you."

I craned my neck around to see the long waggly tail attached to my shorty shorts. "I'm glad I still have a tail," I told him as I made it shake.

"There's one more thing…" Daddy stepped over to the dresser and came back carrying something in his fist that I couldn't quite see. "Every doggie needs a collar," he said as he held out a strip of leather for me to inspect.

It was black and had a large silver buckle, along with a silver heart-shaped tag that dangled from it. The words "Daddy's Pup" were inscribed in the metal. He placed it around my neck and buckled it so that it fit snugly, but wasn't too tight. The leather was cool and soft against my skin, and I loved the way light glistened off of the tag. I loved having something that told everyone that I belonged to Daddy. Between this and my wedding ring, there would be no doubt.

"I love it," I said as I ran my fingers around the heart. "Do you think I could wear it sometimes even if I'm not in my costume?"

His eyes darkened at my question, and as he admired my body in the skimpy clothes. "I think that sounds perfect." He gave my lips a kiss, and smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror again.

"I feel good in my new costume." My cheeks reddened when I admitted, "So good that my special place is getting big again." I felt sexy and confident with Daddy looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"I see." He reached down and gave my plump cock a squeeze. "It makes your costume look even better." He kissed down my neck and I moaned when he squeezed me again.

"Nate, where are you?" Timmy called from the hallway. "I want to see you!"

I wanted Daddy to keep touching me, but I didn't want our friends to know what we were up to. Thankfully, Daddy seemed to understand. He gave my bottom a pat and called back, "We'll be right out!" He said so that just I could hear, "You need shoes."

"Can I wear my light up shoes? They look so cool in the dark club."

"Absolutely." He dressed my feet in low cut socks and my awesome light up sneakers before giving me one last look. "Gorgeous." My dick was still swollen, but Daddy adjusted it so it wasn't as noticeable before we went out into the hallway.

"I like your new costume!" Timmy exclaimed as soon as I stepped out of our bedroom. "Especially your shiny collar. I bet you like it too, huh? Is that why your happy place is extra happy?"

"Timmy!" Alex scolded as my cheeks flushed and Daddy stepped in front of me to hide all of my bits and pieces.

Timmy gave Alex an innocent look. "What? I wasn't being rude. When I feel good, my happy place gets big, so I thought Nate felt good in his outfit. He should; he looks really cute." Alex let out a long breath and shook his head like he didn't know what to do with his boy.

"Thank you," I squeaked from behind Daddy. "I feel cute."

"That's because you're the cutest puppy in the world," Daddy insisted, reaching back to pat my bottom again. Timmy nodded his head in agreement. "Let's get you a coat before we go."

Daddy covered me with a long coat before he buckled me into the backseat of his car. Timmy sat next to me even though Alex drove his own car, and we used the light from our shoes to play I-spy all the way to the club.

When we pulled into the parking lot, a warm tingle exploded in my stomach; it was the same feeling I got every time we visited. This was the place where I met Daddy for the first time, and it was so special returning with him.

Over the past year we'd been together, I'd gotten stronger and braver than I ever thought I could be. I wasn't nervous or unsure anymore. He helped me see who I was, and loved me for it. Every time we came here, it was a reminder that I now had a protector, nurturer, cheerleader and lover by my side for all time.

Chapter Five

Declan

"I've got something for you two," Alex said after he parked beside me and we each unbuckled our boys from my backseat. He popped his trunk to grab two plastic buckets shaped like jack-o-lanterns. "You can collect your candy in these."

"Yes! Candy time!" Timmy exclaimed as he grabbed his bucket.

"Thank you, Alex," Nate said sweetly.

"Oh. Right. Thank you," Timmy added. He gave Alex a quick kiss and yelled, "Let's go get candy!"

We entered the building together and checked our coats and my and Alex's phone. Nate never used his phone when he was little. Every now and then, he'd play games on mine, but he had no interest in one otherwise.

I held Nate's hand as we climbed the stairs up to the steel door which led to the club, and which I assumed gave the place its name.

"Are you ready?" I asked him quietly.

Nate squeezed my hand and smiled. "Ready."

The club was packed as usual. Subs kneeled by their Doms, couples made out (or more) in booths, but what caught my interest were the men scattered around the room holding bowls full of the candy I bought.

"Look at all the candy, Daddy!" Nate exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. "Can we start? Pretty please?"

My heart warmed at his excitement. I was so happy to be able to provide him with this experience. "Of course. We'll be right behind you."

Nate and Timmy led the way, zooming across the room to the first man, with Alex and me right on their heels. They approached a large man wearing leather pants, boots, and nothing else. He gave them a warm smile as they stopped in front of him.

"Trick or treat!" they yelled together.

"Oh wow, you guys look great!" he complimented. I was so glad that the people here were good sports. Even if they weren't involved in the exact same lifestyle as us, they were accepting and accommodating and it meant the world to me.

"I'm a shark!" Timmy exclaimed, before biting at the air near the man's face.

He gasped and clutched his chest. "So scary! Please eat the candy instead of me!" Timmy giggled as the man dumped a handful of treats into his bucket.

"I won't eat you," Nate assured. "I'm a good puppy."

"Thank goodness," the man replied with a sigh of relief. "Can you do any tricks?"

"Hmm…" Nate tapped his chin. "Oh, I know! I can make my tail wag." He turned around and shook his tight, barely-covered ass, sending his tail back and forth. The man watched with rapt attention and I didn't miss the way his eyes darkened, but he didn't try to touch my boy.

"That was a great trick," he said when Nate faced him again. "You definitely deserve a treat." He gave Nate a handful of candy as well before smiling at both of them. "Happy Halloween, boys. Have a great night."

"Thank you, sir," they both chirped before skipping to the next stop.

"You're both very lucky," he told Alex and me before we took off after them.

"Trust me, we know," Alex replied, and patted the guy's shoulder.

Soon, Timmy and Nate had visited each candy stop and their buckets were full to the brim. We took a seat at a booth, and they dumped their haul onto the tabletop to see what all they got. Their treats barely fit without falling onto the floor.

"Candy corn, bubble gum, ooh, and peanut butter cups!" Nate exclaimed, pointing to a gold wrapped goody. "They're my favorite." I made sure to buy lots of those. "May I eat a few pieces, Daddy?"

"You are such a sweet boy," I told him, and he beamed at my praise. "You may have three pieces now, and we'll save the rest."

"Thank you." He gave me a tight squeeze and studied his treasure to make his decision.

"Timmy, you can have-" Alex stopped talking when he saw the wrappers on the table and his boy's cheeks packed with chocolate. He let out a sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Maybe you should spank me," Timmy suggested with an eyebrow flick once he'd swallowed his chocolate.

Alex's lips drew up into a predatory grin. "Put your candy away. We have a playroom to visit." The couple didn't play here often, usually saving that for home, but apparently the mood struck them just right tonight.

"Yes!" Timmy piled his candy and wrappers back into his bucket and leapt from the booth. "I'll be back soon, Nate." My boy giggled and waved goodbye to his friend, and he and Alex disappeared down the hall.

Nate went back to picking out his candy. Once he decided on two peanut butter cups and a strawberry sucker, he began loading the rest into his container, but stopped abruptly. "Would you like some, Daddy?" he asked, pointing to his treats. My boy had a heart of gold.

"Maybe just one." I picked a fun size candy bar out of the pile. "I'll take this one since you don't like coconut." With a smile and nod, Nate put the rest of his goodies away.

He made short work of his peanut butter cups, and then turned to his sucker. He had no idea how sexy he was as he enjoyed it; his tongue swirled around the circular top, and he popped it in and out of his mouth. He hummed as he enjoyed the sweet flavor, and by the time he finished, my cock was painfully hard beneath the table.

After he rolled his sucker stick in the wrapper, I pounced. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. I pressed my tongue between his teeth and licked against every surface of his mouth. The mix of his candy gave his tongue the flavor of chocolate covered strawberries, and it was delicious.

Nate made the sweetest whimpers as our tongues battled, and I nipped his lips until we were both breathless. When I pulled away, I saw my own need and longing shining in Nate’s eyes.

“Nate, I want to take you to a playroom.”

His chest surged with heavy breaths. “Not the nursery?”

“Not the nursery.”

When Nate and I visited the club, most of the time we just talked with Timmy and Alex, and the boys played together. Every now and then, Nate wanted to visit the nursery here to see the revolving decor and toys. But as our relationship progressed, and I grew into my Dom role inside the bedroom, I craved more with him; everything with him. I’d done my research and wanted to give him every pleasure imaginable.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I threaded our fingers together and helped him from the booth. His candy would be fine to leave there until we were ready to go home. I led him down the dimly lit hallway until I came to the last room on the left. I entered my member code into the keypad and the door unlocked. When I locked us both inside, Nate gasped at the sight of the room.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked when I took him to the large black leather structure in the middle of the floor. “This is a spanking bench. You’re going to lean over it and I’m going to spank your little bottom until it’s glowing red.” He loved being spanked, and I wanted to take things to the next level.

Nate’s breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild as he took in the apparatus before him. “Yes, Daddy,” he replied again. He was so excited, he was stuck on autopilot.

I stripped his tailed shorts from his body and he stepped up to the bench. “Put your knees here,” I instructed, pointing to the padded leg rests on either side of the center board. Nate spread his legs and climbed onto the bench. “Good job. Now, lie against the middle and put your elbows on the armrests.” I liked that all of the wood was padded in leather-covered foam so that my boy would be comfortable.

Nate did as I asked, settling himself against the center board and trapping his hard cock beneath him. His body was at a 45 degree angle so that his head sloped towards the floor and his sexy little ass pointed up at me. He looked so damn hot all spread out for me wearing only his dog ears, collar, and light up shoes.

I walked over to the wall, where paddles of every shape, size and material hung on display. I’d only spanked Nate with my hands, so I didn’t want to use anything too intense. I’d read online that a strike from a wood paddle resonated deeper, while leather just stung the flesh. I didn’t want to risk hurting my boy, so I picked up a wide, black leather paddle. It was light and smooth in my hand. I tested it out with a strike to my palm; my skin stung, but it didn’t hurt. When I tested it out once more just to make sure, Nate’s body shuddered with anticipation. This is the one.

I walked back over to Nate and caressed my free hand over his smooth, creamy ass cheeks. “You look so beautiful,” I whispered to him. “Putting your body on display for me and giving me all of your trust. I can’t wait to make you feel so good.” I tickled my finger down his crack and rubbed over his little hole. “Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?”

“Yes,” he replied in a breathless, husky voice. “Yes, Daddy, please make me feel good.”

“Tell me your safe words.” I knew them by heart, but I always wanted to remind Nate that he was safe, and that we could stop any time he needed.

“Yellow for slow down and red for stop.”

“Good boy.” I patted his bottom with my hand before raising the paddle.

I kept the first few strikes gentle, giving Nate time to get used to the sensation of something other than my hand. “How does that feel?”

Nate looked over his shoulder back at me. “Will you spank me harder, Daddy?”

His request made my hard cock twitch in my jeans. I raised the paddle higher and brought it down on his cheeks with a crack, making his flesh ripple at the contact.

“Yes! Just like that! Please, I need more!”

I struck him again, loving the snap of the leather when it kissed his skin. The paddle was so wide that it completely covered his cheeks, leaving behind a faint pink mark.

I moved quicker, harder, spanking my boy as he moaned and cried out his pleasure. I swatted him from his lower back to the tops of his thighs, painting his pale skin in a deep crimson glow. I spanked him until my arm became sore and my boxers became drenched. I’d never seen anything as enticing as my boy handing over complete control of his perfect body.

I spanked him until my desire became too much, and I had to touch him with my own hands. I tossed the paddle to the ground and knelt behind him. I pressed my palms to his swollen flesh, feeling the heat radiating from him.

Nate hissed when I squeezed his cheeks and spread them apart, exposing his tiny fluttering hole. But he let out a long groan of pleasure when I licked across his entrance, my face heated by his red cheeks. He moaned and writhed as I lapped at his musky flesh until my saliva dripped down onto his balls. I gathered a mouthful and spit it onto his hole before standing upright.

I unzipped my jeans and fished out my throbbing cock. I hoped my spit and oozing pre-cum made a decent lube because I needed to be inside him and couldn’t wait another moment.

I pressed my leaking tip to his hole and pushed into his tight heat as Nate cried out into the room. “Color!” I demanded, needing to make sure I wasn’t harming him.

“Green! Oh god, green!”

Knowing he felt good, I set a punishing pace, snapping my hips back and forth, sinking fully into him with every thrust. I wasn’t slow or gentle; I couldn’t be. My need overtook me fully and commanded my body to go faster; to take and claim.

Nate whimpered every time my pelvis crashed into his red, hot ass. But they weren’t whimpers of pain; they were pure, unbridled bliss. I thrashed into him, grunting in pleasure at the way his internal walls hugged my cock. Sweat beaded on my brow and dripped down my neck, but I only thrust harder.

“I need to come,” Nate cried in a desperate voice. “Please, Daddy; please may I come?”

“Do it, boy!” I roared, and Nate tipped his head back and shrieked at the ceiling. It was so fucking sexy seeing him lose control when I didn’t even touch his dick.

His ass clenched around my cock and threw me over the edge. My balls rolled and I buried myself into him one last time as I growled out my release, pumping my boy full of my hot seed.

I was so dizzy from lust, the room spun before my eyes. I took slow, deep breaths, and eventually my racing heart settled and the room stilled. I gently pulled my dick from Nate’s body as he whimpered again. But this one was different; now that his adrenaline was fading, my boy was feeling the sting.

“Hold still and Daddy will take care of you,” I whispered. I hustled over to a stack of plastic drawers and searched them until I found a pack of wet wipes and a bottle of soothing cream. I cleaned myself quickly before tucking my junk back into my jeans, and hurried back to Nate.

“Here we go, baby.” I poured a generous blob of cream onto my palms and gently touched them to Nate’s glowing flesh. “This will help.”

“Thank...you…” he slurred. He was floating in a blissed out state.

“You’re welcome. Can you stand up for me?” I didn’t want his back to get sore from being all bent over. I wanted to get him out to the main club where I could hold him in my lap and provide him with some loving aftercare.

Nate nodded slowly and I helped him to his feet. I held him steady when he teetered a little, and I dressed him back in his shorts, making sure to be careful with his sore bottom.

“There we go, baby; all done. It’s just a few steps down the hall, okay?” He nodded again, nearly falling over when he did so. I wrapped my arm tightly around his waist and led him out of the room, leaving the door propped open so that other club members knew it needed to be cleaned and not to use it.

As I helped my staggering boy down the hall, I wished I could pick him up and carry him. I could lift him off of his changing table or swing him around when he jumped into my arms, but I just didn’t have the muscles to physically carry him like I wanted.

Thankfully, it only took a minute to make it to a soft purple chair. I sat down and pulled Nate onto my lap, where he snuggled close. I caressed my fingers up and down his back, humming a quiet tune to relax him. I internally groaned when I saw Timmy bounding down the hall towards us once he and his Daddy exited a room.

“Hey, Nate!” he called when he reached us. “I’m back! Wait...you’re not sleeping, are you?”

“He’s just resting,” I replied so that Nate could keep relaxing.

“Why?” Timmy gasped. “Oh Nate, you got spanked too, didn’t you? I can see the red marks peeking out of your shorts.” He reached for the material, but Alex stopped him with a sharp whistle. “Oh...sorry. Anyway, I don’t get sleepy when I get spanked. I get extra bouncy, don’t I, Daddy?”

“You sure do, buddy,” Alex answered with a chuckle. His eyes were dreamy and satisfied, and I was sure the two of them had as much fun as Nate and I did. “We better get going now and let Nate rest.”

“Okay,” Timmy sighed. He crouched down to give Nate a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll call you tomorrow, bestie. Love you.”

“Love...too,” Nate slurred.

Timmy stood up and knocked on my plastic fireman’s helmet. “See you later, Dec.”

Alex gave me a smile and nod before taking Timmy to collect his candy bucket from our table and exiting through the front door.

I turned my attention back to the sleepy, sated man in my arms; the man I loved more than anything else in this world. Being his Daddy completed my soul, and being his husband made my life worth living. I’d never take for granted the gift he’d given me, and continued to give me every day.

I hugged him tighter and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you forever, Nate,” I whispered into his ear.

Nate looked up at me with eyes filled with happiness and adoration. “I love you always, Daddy.”

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