Chapter 2: Chapter2
#Chapter2
Before the diaper, lotion was rubbed into his skin, fooling his limbs into relaxing. As much as Sly hated to admit it, being hairless felt nice. His foot kept sliding along his leg, addicted to the newfound smoothness, and his fingers ran along his navel, comparing the tickly sensation of the thin trail of hair that had once been there to the new velvet soft feel.
/"There might be a few occasions over these next few weeks that you feel the need to touch yourself; don't./" Jackson's eyes had found him as he spoke, inducing another round of flaming cheeks. The diaper was put on with efficiency, Jackson's hand guiding his hips into the position that he needed them. /"Your body belongs to me. If you have a problem, you will either ask my permission to relieve yourself, or ask me to do it for you./"
Again, Sly nodded. He had already been told that. He didn't mind that one as much, as though it prohibited him from expressing his own sexual urges, the contract had also made it abundantly clear that the nature of the contract was not a sexual one, and though Jackson would have access to his body to clean it, Sly would not be expected to be intimate with him in any way. It did state that a sexual relationship could be formed during the course of the month, but it would have to be something mutually agreed and desired by both parties.
/"Good boy./" Jackson helped him into a sitting position. /"This will be your bedroom from Sunday to Friday, and a room next door had been equipped for your days off. I will wake you up each morning at eight-thirty, and you will be sent to bed each night at ten p.m. You don't have to go to sleep right away, but I do expect you to be asleep before midnight, and to wake up without tantrums./"
The padding between his legs felt weird, and perhaps it was due to all the manscaping, but every movement, even the smallest shift in his weight, had him very aware of the alien item. It was one of the oddest sensations he had ever felt, but he knew that odd was much better than it being altogether bad. He was also surprised by how much better he felt at not being completely naked.
Which was bizarre, but he didn't question it. He couldn't afford to question it, at risk of chickening out.
Getting dressed came next. Sly was left sitting on the changing table, his legs dangling over the edge, swinging slightly, as Jackson made his way over to the wardrobe.
Sly had tried to picture what kind of clothes he was going to be provided with, but he had failed miserably at every attempt. But then again, he had tried to figure out what being Jackson's baby would have been like, and every image he had created in his head had been nothing shy of wrong.
Neatly hung outfits sat on hangers in the wardrobe. The bright colours were what he noticed first, the babyish designs of them all somewhat of an afterthought. There was a healthy mix of designs, all-in-one garments, shorts, shirts, pants, costumes, but all of them, in some way, held onto the little boy feel that he assumed Jackson had been deliberately aiming for.
It was as Jackson was choosing, browsing through the selection, that Sly was once again hit by the realization of whom he was working for.
And with that clarity came a wave of unease. Jackson was not the kind of guy that one would look at and associate with diapers and pacifiers, yet, there Sly sat, padded up and ready to be dressed in some hand-picked item. It was just another reminder that what people chose to reflect on the surface wasn't always who they were inside.
Blue dungaree shorts, a long-sleeved, black top and knee-high socks later, Sly felt ridiculous. He felt like a stuffed toy, and as he was helped to the floor, he found it harder to move than usual. The thick swell of padding forced his legs further apart than they were used to, and it caused a waddle effect. Sly blushed. Jackson grinned.
/"Adorable,/" he praised. /"Again, you're doing so well. You've gotten through the hardest part. Are you ready to go downstairs and discuss your rules?/"
He had been supposed to hear them yesterday, the set list of do's and don't's for when he was 'Jackson's baby', but there had been a small change of plan. After telling him the basic rules, the ones that Jackson had spent the morning going over, like where and how he would sleep and how he was to act or respond in certain scenarios, he had decided that Sly's official rules could wait until today.
/"Yes, Daddy,/" Sly whispered. It was still a task all within itself to meet the man's eyes, and he managed it for a moment before his eyes dropped back down to his feet.
/"May I ask how you're feeling right now?/"
/"I—/" It was a good question. One that Sly would have liked to know the answer to. Beside embarrassed, he had no idea. He was nervous and stressed, as well as worried and back-logged with second thoughts. Those feelings, those thoughts had created a deadly cocktail, raging havoc, and a side effect seemed to be the dethatched perception he was experiencing. /"I'm not sure. Funny. I feel funny and scared, but I think I'm okay./"
/"Good./" Jackson held out a hand. Knowing what he wanted, Sly hesitantly pressed his smaller one into the waiting palm. Jackson's closed around his so tenderly, so delicately, that it was barely a hold at all. /"I will be checking in with you every day to make sure that you're doing okay, emotionally. Please be honest with me when I do./"
/"I will,/" Sly promised.
Jackson gave a nod, squeezing his hand gently, before he gave a soft tug as he led him towards the bedroom door.
Twenty thousand dollars, Sly reminded himself as he tried to match the pace. It was hard when he was walking like a penguin, but he forced a breath, trying to convince himself that nothing was out of the normal. That he was wearing the same kind of clothes and underwear that he usually did.
I can do this, he told himself. It was only a month. He could do this.
Right?
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone