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Sasha crawled up the stairs, wincing as the downward position made the clamp on his left nipple dangle and sway. The fabric that hung off of it attached to the loop of his pacifier, making sure it wouldn’t get lost if he spit it out.
Not that Sasha was allowed to do that, but Daddy liked to tease him.
Sasha reached the second floor of the house--the one he used to share and live with Daddy as an equal. He knew where Daddy’s office was, a couple doors down, and that was Sasha’s current destination.
His diaper squelched around his hips, and he moaned, sucking a bit harder on the pacifier and trying to keep his noises down.
He looked longingly at the closed door to the bedroom he used to share with Daddy, unable to stop himself from scenting the air a bit and trying to get a wiff of his old partner.
Did the sheets now smell like him and Papa instead? Sasha whimpered, suckling harder on his pacifier. That was something he would never know.
He had more pressing issues to worry about, namely the way his bladder was starting to ache. Sasha needed to use the bathroom, and he needed to use it soon.
He stopped in the doorway of Daddy’s office, heart fluttering as he spotted his alpha.
His alpha.
He couldn’t help but cling to the phrase in his brain. Caretaker or partner, either way, Daddy was, in some sense, his.
Sasha’s little cock strained in its cage, throbbing, and it dripped into the front of his diaper, making it sag even further. He had to fight to keep his hands away from the front, knowing that touching would earn him a spanking.
He didn’t have to linger in the doorway long, as Daddy glanced up from his computer screen and spotted him. The lines of concentration around his eyes softened, and he pushed back his office chair, patting his knee and inviting Sasha in.
With a needy whimper, Sasha tottered forward, already reaching his hands towards Daddy and practically falling into his lap.
“Awe, how’s my baby omega today?” Daddy said. “I thought I smelled a needy little thing.”
It was so casual, reminding Sasha of the difference between him and his alpha.
He whined, unable to stop his hips from jerking forward to rut the front of his diaper against Daddy’s leg.
Any amusement immediately left Daddy’s eyes, and he tutted, scooping Sasha up under his arms.
“Now, I know that’s not why my little baby came to find me,” he said, his voice dipping into that stern, serious tone that made Sasha’s holes drip and clench. “Because that’s not something little babies are allowed to do.”
Sasha’s legs dangled limply in the air, thighs open and diaper heavy. He wanted to sob, but the desperate pang in his stomach demanded his attention more than the urge to throw himself at Daddy.
He whimpered, pacifier bobbing in his mouth, silently asking for permission to spit it out and to talk.
Daddy considered him, one eyebrow cocked ever so slightly up. With a sigh, he lowered Sasha to the end of his knee, letting him balance on his leg. With one hand braced to hold his balance, Daddy could use his other to hook the loop on the outside of the pacifier and tug the bulb of plastic from Sasha’s lips.
Sasha gasped, rutting his hips as even that little bit of stimulation and contact with his alpha made his ooze fresh slick. How desperate did he even smell? Was Daddy amused or disgusted by Sasha’s desperation?
“Hm?” Daddy said, teasing Sasha with the tap of the pacifier’s bulb against his lips. “What did my baby-o want to ask?”
He let the pacifier drop, and Sasha keened as it tugged on one of his tits, hands twitching as he fought not to pick it up again and relieve the weight.
Priorities.
Sasha tried to order his priorities in his brain.
He wanted so desperately to have Daddy’s cock in his mouth and his knot in his tight cunt, but now, he was forced to put that lower on his list.
He blinked watery, red eyes up at Daddy, forcing himself to sit still.
“Can I use the bathroom?” he asked, his voice strained and small.
Daddy raised an eyebrow, and Sasha’s cunt gave another extra, eager squirt.
“ May I use the bathroom?” Sasha corrected himself.
Daddy hummed, pressing one wide hand to the front of Sasha’s diaper and giving him a squeeze.
Sasha’s eye fluttered closed and he couldn’t hold back his moan, arching his back into Daddy’s touch. His cock strained in its cage, more desperate than ever with the knowledge that there was only a layer of plastic and the plush of the diaper separating him and Daddy’s touch.
Sasha forgot that he wasn’t supposed to like the diapers for a moment, relishing in the chance to be perched on Daddy’s lap with his hands on his diaper.
He forgot why he was even asking permission, imagining what it would be like to lean forward and bury his face in the crook of Daddy’s neck. What would it be like to smell him again? Sasha moaned.
“Hmmm, no.”
The word jolted Sasha out of his fantasy, and he squeaked in confusion, floundering as Daddy scooped him up and deposited on the floor.
“What--” he started to ask, but even that word was aborted in his mouth as Daddy scooped up the pacifier and popped it into his mouth.
The firm pressure of Daddy’s fingers on the outside of the pacifier made the plastic dig into his cheeks, and Sasha whimpered. The helplessness of it just made Sasha squirt, eyes rolling back.
“You filled up your diaper with your drippy slick,” Daddy said, nudging his toe forward to press against the bulge of Sasha’s caged cock as if to remind him it was there at all. “There’s no more room for your pee, not without making a mess.”
Sasha mewled, hot tears prickling in his eyes. His hips moved on their own, humping the front of his diaper against Daddy’s foot.
“If you want permission to use your restroom, then you’ll control your little cocklet and cunt like a good baby-o,” Daddy said, a slight smirk curling his mouth as he watched Sasha move.
Sasha whimpered around his pacifier, sucking on it needily without the permission to beg.
His bladder was so tight. With every squirm, he could feel the hot, tense bulge of it directly under his skin. The pangs of desperation were turning into sharp cramps, and Sasha hated that all the sensations just made his cock drip, filling up his diaper even more.
If he didn’t have permission to use his bathroom before, then he certainly wouldn’t now.
And he flushed hot with an embarrassed blush.
His bathroom. The one around his hips, the one separate from the ones that the adults , the alphas used.
And he didn’t even have permission to use it.
He whined, begging Daddy with his eyes.
Daddy just smirked at him.
“How about this,” he said, pulling his foot away from the front of Sasha’s diaper and making him whimper at the loss. “Instead of wasting those adorable puppy-dog eyes on me, you can see if Papa will give you a different answer, huh?”
Sasha shivered, mewling in panic.
He didn’t want to beg for Papa’s permission. Papa had too many cruel ideas that made Sasha drip slick more than ever, sending him plummeting into the fuzzy headspace where Sasha felt Little Little Little. It made him needier than ever, and Papa knew how to dangle that over his head, just out of reach.
Sasha was running out of options though.
His cunt was throbbing but so was his bladder.
“I think he’s cleaning up in the playroom,” Daddy supplied helpfully with an amused smirk.
Sasha’s cheeks flushed a hot red.
The Playroom, a place that had used to belong to him and Daddy, with plugs and toys and all sorts of fun restraints that used to be a part of Sasha’s life. Did Daddy and Papa use them now? That seemed unfair. Sasha whimpered with a pout, trying to beg Daddy with his eyes one last time.
But Daddy seemed immune to his pleading.
Instead, he plopped Sasha back on the ground, giving his diaper a nudge with his boot to send him crawling towards the door.
Sasha didn’t have any other choice.
With his pacifier bobbing in his mouth, he crawled out of Daddy’s office, turning down the hallway, and started towards his next destination with a pit of dread settling in his stomach.
Right above the constant burning heat of his own arousal.
The door to the playroom was already ajar, and Sasha only had to paw it open, peeking his head inside. He didn’t try to scent this time. Daddy had a strict rule about Sasha even attempting to smell, but Papa was much more diligent about enforcing it. If he thought Sasha was leading with his nose, he would have the omega over his knee for a firm spanking.
Papa was indeed in the playroom.
Sasha shivered at the sight of him, sucking a bit harder on his pacifier.
Papa was still a stranger to him. Without the ability to scent the man, he would always be a stranger to Sasha, an ambiguous mix of alpha or beta. Certainly not omega, he held himself too tall and proud. Sasha didn’t know Papa’s name, or where he worked, or what he did for a living. All Sasha knew was Papa was his caretaker, just like Daddy was.
Sasha took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and trying to calm the dripping between his legs as he crawled further into the room.
It was impossible to sneak up on him anyway.
Sasha blushed as he watched Papa scent the air subtly, setting aside the rag and cleaning solution he had been using to wipe down the vast collection of dildos and plugs before turning with an amused smile.
“Awe, did someone come to say hi?” he asked, crouching down and patting the ground in front of him.
It was a casual gesture, but coming from Papa, Sasha knew that it was as firm as an order that Daddy would give in a stern voice.
With a snuffle, he crawled quickly forwards, blushing as he sat in the shadow of Papa, once again feeling very small.
He titled his head up, offering the ring of his pacifier to Papa and waiting for it to be removed and be given permission to speak.
Papa tutted.
“Posture, baby-o,” he said.
Sasha flushed, embarrassed tears tickling his eyes.
In a way, Papa treated him so much like a baby and yet so much like an adult. The strict rules and never ending list of Do’s and Don’t’s put a strain on Sasha’s memory. He had to remember to hold himself a certain way, sit during meals in a polite manner, and never forget his polite “yes, Sirs” and the exceedingly rare “no, Sir.”
If he were just a baby omega, like Daddy and Papa insisted he was, then Sasha should have a carefree, relaxing life without having to think too hard.
But Papa seemed to enjoy seeing Sasha flounder.
Sasha squirmed, adjusting his sit.
He spread his knees, making sure that his diaper was fully on display. He arched his back, pushing out his ass and planted his hands on either sides of his knees, making sure he wasn’t obscuring his body in case Papa or Daddy wanted to look.
“Good boy,” Papa said, giving Sasha’s hair a ruffle. His hand then dropping to the pacifier’s ring, and with a soft tug, he pulled it out of Sasha’s mouth. “You may speak, baby.”
God, maybe if Sasha begged Papa for cock, he would actually give it to him. He was so needy and desperate, despite Sasha’s needy attachment to Daddy, he was willing to spread his legs for this anonymous man.
“I . . .” Sasha started, struggling to parse through his thoughts. “I need . . . to use the bathroom.”
It was still embarrassing to admit, even the hundredth time around.
Papa didn’t look too concerned even though Sasha was starting to squirm. With his legs spread too wide, he couldn’t clench his bladder muscles the same way, and he was threatening to spill over without permission.
“Did you ask Daddy?” Papa asked.
Sasha whimpered.
“. . . . Yes,” he admitted.
Papa just raised an eyebrow, turning the pacifier over in his hands. “And what did he say?”
Sasha wanted to scream at the back and forth, but he swallowed and forced himself to stay polite.
“He said to ask you,” he said. And then when it became obvious that Papa didn’t believe that answer, Sasha continued with a whimper. “He said . . . I filled up my diaper with too much slick. And that I’m a drippy little baby. And if I want to use my diaper for pee, then I shouldn’t be filling it up with needy slick.”
Finally, a bit of amusement sparkled in Papa’s eyes.
“So,” he said. “You don’t need to ask permission. You need to ask for a diaper change.”
Sasha blushed so hot, he was sure he was going to burst into a ball of flames.
“. . . Yes,” he said, quiet and small.
Papa raised an eyebrow, tapping Sasha’s lips with the bulb of the pacifier, threatening to take away his words again.
“So?” he prompted.
And god, Sasha didn’t know how he did it so well. With Daddy, it made sense. He had known Sasha for forever--they had been dating--his ability to make Sasha feel so small and Little came from experience and knowing the omega for so long.
Papa managed to do that with just a single look.
“C-Can you . . .” Sasha flustered. “Um, m-may you . . . ch-change . . . my diaper?”
He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Papa just smiled, nudging the pacifier forward and plugging up Sasha’s mouth.
“How about I make you a deal instead,” he said, scooping Sasha up under his arms.
Sasha was just grateful to have something to occupy his mouth and that he could turn his face into Papa’s chest, hiding from the intimidating man. He moaned as Papa’s hands cupped his hips, applying just a little pressure to the bulge of Sasha’s caged cock and bouncing him as they walked.
Sasha didn’t keep track of where they were going in the house, squeaking in surprise when Papa let him fall back onto the changing table, buckling his thighs open with the velcro straps. All he had to do to get Sasha’s cooperation was to click his tongue with a stern, “hands, baby-o” and Sasha raised his hands over his head, letting them be secured as well.
He nursed gently at his pacifier, truly using it to self-soothe as he waited for Papa to continue.
He moaned, eyes fluttering shut as Papa pressed a firm hand down on the hard rock of his bladder, making him twist his hips in an effort to get away.
Any more, and he was threatening to spill over.
And Sasha still didn’t have permission.
He whined and whimpered, begging Papa as best as he could with his eyes as Papa just studied him with open amusement.
“Daddy doesn’t think you’re ready for this next big step,” Papa said. “But, I think it would be good for your transition.”
Sasha slumped in relief as Papa pulled his hand away and he regained control of his bladder once again.
“I’ll change your diaper,” Papa said. He smirked. “I’ll even give you permission to use it, but you’re going to wear these.”
He pulled out a small contact case, popping it open to show off the shallow cups of liquid and the floating film of the lenses.
“And,” he continued. “You’re going to tell Daddy that it was a-a-all you’re idea, because you love him so much.”
Like usual, that mounting sense of fear was mixing with Sasha’s desperation and arousal, confusing himself even more. He squirmed on the changing table, caged cock twitching in his diaper and his pacifier bobbing in his mouth.
“This is just a way to control a little baby-o’s vision,” Papa explained, answering Sasha’s unspoken question. “It’s a good way to censor things that adults don’t want you looking at.” He rested a hand on the inside of Sasha’s thigh, stroking the soft, sensitive skin. “It’s important to keep little baby-os safe and innocent after all.”
Sasha made a noise of confusion around his pacifier, grunting and then gasping when Papa’s hand drifted back to his full bladder.
“If you go without permission,” Papa warned. “Daddy and I will have to come up with a very strict punishment for you. Little baby-os can’t be allowed to break rules without consequences.”
Sasha tugged on the restraints, mewling around his pacifier as he struggled to hold himself together.
His bladder strained, throbbing under Papa’s hand, and Sasha was quickly losing ground.
“All you have to do is agree, baby,” Papa said, holding the ominous pair of contacts over Sasha’s head and applying even more firm pressure as he teased the squirming omega. He clicked his tongue. “Or do you want to earn a punishment from Daddy and I?”
Sasha cried out, feeling a hot squirt of piss flood the front of his diaper, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for long.
He shook his head, spitting out his pacifier with a gasp.
“I’ll do it!” he blurted. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
Papa’s hand was immediately gone, making Sasha sag with relief.
Sasha panted, tipping his head back against the padded plastic as he struggled to regain control of his bladder again, whimpering when a couple more droplets squeezed free.
He moaned in surprise when Papa pressed the pacifier firmly back in his mouth, only needing to raise an eyebrow to get Sasha to start sucking again with a whine.
“Open wide,” Papa instructed.
For a moment, Sasha thought that Papa was talking about his mouth, but then he felt hands on his face and cheek, and Papa was leaning over him, prying his eye wide and preparing to insert a contact.
They were cold, and Sasha had to blink multiple times to align them correctly, his eyes watering as he nursed hard on the pacifier. He was barely adjusting to the first one when Papa leaned over with the second.
Altogether, the insertion was quick and otherwise painless.
Sasha sniffled, blinking through his blurry tears to adjust his swimming view of the world.
Papa was no longer looming over him, instead unfolding a new diaper and tugging it under Sasha’s hips for a quick change. The warm, dry plastic crinkled as it folded around Sasha’s hips, but he couldn’t relax. Not yet.
He whined as he begged Papa to give him the second bit of permission he needed to be allowed to empty himself.
Papa was gleefully typing at his phone though, ignoring Sasha’s distress for the moment.
“First things first, baby-o,” he said. “No reading adult words.”
The change wasn’t immediate.
Sasha frowned around his pacifier, wrinkling his nose as he tried to figure out what was going on.
He looked around the room, expecting some big change or additional toys or something Daddy or Papa had added. When nothing was immediately apparent, Sasha looked closer.
And then it hit him.
Usually he could see the logos on the bottles of baby powder and other creams that sat around the changing table as well as the list of ingredients and other warnings and advice on how to use the product. It was something he had never really paid attention to before, but now, the paragraphs of text swam into a soupy blur in front of him, stopping him from reading.
Oh.
Sasha gasped, the feeling of Small Helplessness making his chest go tight as his cock squirted into his diaper, threatening to fill it up all over again before he had a chance to pee.
His eyes snapped back to Papa’s face, and the man smiled, seeing the realization click in Sasha’s brain.
“Like it, baby-o?” he said. “Now we can make sure our silly little omega never gets into trouble by being exposed to something that might hurt you.”
Sasha whined, squirming.
He wanted to cry at this new restriction but his attention was dragged back to his bladder, still tight and full, and Papa had yet to give him permission to go.
“And there’s a fun little feature that we don’t need to tell Daddy about just yet too,” Papa continued, swiping through the screens on his phone. “I’ll tell him about it later, of course, but I think seeing what a positive effect it has on his sweet baby first will make him realize it's the right decision.”
Sasha wasn’t sure how to process this new loss of control. His head was spinning and the need to piss was still first and foremost on his brain.
He bucked his hips, trying to draw Papa’s attention back to the tight bulge of his bladder and remind him when Sasha had crawled to him in the first place.
“I know, I know, baby-o,” Papa said, giving Sasha’s bladder a condescending pat. “You can hold it a bit longer, can’t you? For me?”
Sasha whined, dropping his head back with a groan. He forced himself to clench himself tight, barely managing to hold onto his control.
The scratch of a zipper made him grunt, and then Sasha’s heart was hammering in his chest as he felt the hot, hard length of a cock press against his cheek.
His eyes shot open and he scented desperately, yanking on his wrists as he tried to crawl off the table to get at Papa. He needed cock! He needed it! And after all the early bedtimes, enforced chastity, and completely innocent cuddles during PG movies, Sasha needed more.
He spat out his pacifier without even thinking, dropping his mouth opening as trying to chase after the salty, addicting taste that he knew was dripping from the tip.
He couldn’t smell it, but he would be able to taste it. Maybe, if he impressed Papa with his mouth, he would earn it in his cunt. And then maybe Sasha could sneak in an orgasm while he bucked on the knot.
Papa chuckled at his desperation, pulling his cock out of reach and waving the tip of it teasingly over Sasha’s straining tongue.
“Awe, is someone desperate?” he teased. “What happened to wanting to pee?”
Sasha whined. That was something that could wait.
There was a cock in front of him. The promise of a knot. The emptiness in his nose and cunt overlapped too well, making Sasha desperate for anything.
And it took him a moment to realize what was wrong.
He couldn’t see Papa’s cock.
Well, he sort of could. It was blurred out, just a fuzzy mess of vague skin-tone colors. It was weird. Papa’s hand was still visible, curled around his length as he waved it just out of reach, but any details that might be inappropriate for a little baby-o was tastefully censored.
“Is it working?” Papa asked, cruel mischief twinkling in his eyes as horrified tears flooded Sasha’s face. “I think this is much better. A cuck-y little baby like you doesn’t need to say anything as inappropriate as me or Daddy’s cocks.”
Sasha realized, faintly, as he tumbled even deeper into that overwhelming Little space, that he couldn’t even tell if Papa had a knot.
He could be a beta, or even another omega.
Sasha couldn’t scent him, couldn’t see him. Papa was his caretaker, intimately aware of and in control of every aspect of Sasha’s life, and Sasha knew nothing.
“You may use the bathroom now, baby-o,” Papa said, starting to stroke himself with a grunt as Sasha slumped helplessly on the table.
Sasha was too Little to protest.
Obediently, his bladder opened, flooding his diaper with piss as he watched Papa jerk off but not really. The contacts made it a blur, maintaining Sasha’s innocence and making sure there was one extra layer of protection preventing him from joining in on Papa’s and Daddy’s Adult games.
“Good boy,” Papa praised, leering down at him with a triumphant smile. “I wouldn’t want to ruin Daddy’s sweet little baby with something as gross as yucky sex.”
Sasha mewled, bouncing his hips and giving one last futile tug on his wrists.
Without the aching urge to piss distracting him, there was nothing else Sasha could focus on other than the desperate urge to stuff himself full or get some sort of stimulation between his legs.
Papa played him like a toy, tossing Sasha between the Little headspace and adult expectations. It made Sasha all fuzzy and needy and desperate in a way that he didn’t know how to contend with.
He was helpless, but that was why he had Daddy and Papa.
To take care of him.
“I’ll give you a treat,” Papa said, starting to pant as his stroking became faster and faster. “Another secret that Daddy doesn’t need to know about.”
Sasha whined, straining to get a detail, a glimpse of anything as he watched Papa touch himself.
He nearly came in his diaper when the first jet of cum shot out of Papa’s cock and Sasha realized that was censored as well.
Papa shuddered, eyes slipping closed with pleasure as he milked himself through the orgasm, collecting the pool of blurry cum in the palm of his hand.
When it was finally over, he swiped the bulb of Sasha’s pacifier through the mess, pressing it against Sasha’s lips and into his mouth.
Sasha happily sucked it down, moaning gratefully at finally having something to occupy his mouth as well as the salty burst of flavor on his tongue.
A small part of him was scared that he wouldn’t be able to taste anything anymore. A Little part of him was convinced that there was a way for Papa to control all his senses, only letting Sasha hear and taste and see and smell and feel what he wanted, his entire life controlled and carefully filtered so that he had to ask permission for everything.
Maybe one day, that’s what his life would be like.
“Now, let’s double up on your potty situation,” Papa said, tucking his blurred cock back into his pants.
Sasha mewled as a second, thick diaper was wrapped around his hips, making the soggy mess he had made of the first one squish against his skin. Any sensation was now doubly muted, leaving him bucking his hips and desperate for attention.
“I’ll tell you a secret too,” Papa whispered as he undid the cuffs on Sasha’s wrists and scooped up the omega.
He patted Sasha’s back, bouncing him a little as he carried him out of the changing room.
“I can change the censors to anything,” he said, keeping his voice low and not even correcting Sasha’s nuzzling into his neck in an attempt to scent him. “I think our sweet little baby-o will be a lot more attentive and obedient when not only is seeing Daddy’s cock a privilege, but his face is too.”
Sasha whimpered, grinding against the quickly cooling squishy front of his diaper. It was a good thing Papa had added another diaper, or else Sasha would have been a dripping mess.
“Oh, so you gave him permission?”
Sasha shivered at Daddy’s voice, quickly pulling his face away from Papa’s neck. Daddy was much stricter about the “no scenting” rule.
He blushed as he was sandwiched between Papa and Daddy, both their hands wandering his body to pinch and poke and prod. It made Sasha squirm.
“He gave me the cutest begging face,” Papa said with a laugh. “How can I say no to that?”
Sasha was tempted to try and correct what had happened, to try and tell Daddy the mean new addition of the contacts, but that would require opening his mouth and spitting out his pacifier and losing the taste of cum on his tongue.
And Sasha didn’t want that.
So he blushed and let Papa lie.
“You need to be more strict with him,” Daddy chided softly, leaning over Sasha to peck Papa’s lips in a chaste kiss. “If he’s spoiled, he’ll just become a brat.”
Sasha whimpered between them, wanting a kiss as well, perhaps on the lips, but the two men were more occupied with the conversation.
Papa smiled. “I know, I know,” he said. “I just can’t help it sometimes.”
Daddy didn’t seem genuinely upset though, grabbing Sasha under the arms and tugging him away from Papa.
Sasha squeaked as he was so easily passed from arms to arms.
“I’ll have to make sure he gets an extra early bedtime tonight,” Daddy said. “Directly after dinner.”
Sasha whimpered. Usually he was allowed at least an hour of lap time after his dinner. It was one of his favorite times, perched on Daddy’s or Papa’s thighs, his diapered butt pressing against their crotches. If Sasha allowed himself to have naughty, un-baby-o thoughts, he would imagine himself grinding against them and teasing them to get them hard.
“Oh?” Papa said, a smile on his voice as he pressed his face close to Daddy’s, nipping playfully at his ear before pressing kisses into his jawline. “Does that mean we can have a bit of fun ourselves?”
Sasha wanted to cry.
He whimpered between them, craning his head upwards, trying to be included in the discussion.
“Hush,” Daddy chided, cupping the back of Sasha’s head to press his face into his chest. “Not in front of the baby.”
It was a teasing remark, but it still made Sasha squirt in his diaper.
He kicked his legs, wanting to be included.
“Oh, we won’t have to worry about him,” Papa said.
And Sasha mewled, knowing that it was true in more ways than one.
Daddy and Papa shared another kiss, a deeper one this time, laughing and moaning into each other’s mouths.
Sasha was squished between them, mewling for his own attention as their wandering hands moved from him to each other, casually groping and squeezing that threatened to turn into heavy petting.
Sasha was left in his diaper, dripping and denied, and he knew that he would be like that later in his crib, squirming and desperate knowing that Daddy and Papa were having all the fun.
Not that he’d be able to see it even if he was allowed to be in the room.
Papa’s control was, as always, ever present.
“Alright, alright,” Daddy said, laughing as he extracted himself from Papa’s grip. “Let’s not squish the little guy.”
Sasha mewled, nursing desperately on his pacifier, trying not to rut his hips to earn a spanking.
Papa wasn’t letting him go so easily.
“Come on, handsome,” he said, tugging at Daddy’s belt. “There’s no harm in putting him to bed early, is there?”
Sasha’s eyes went wide and he looked between them, pawing at Daddy’s chest and giving his best begging eyes up at the alpha.
Daddy wasn’t even looking at him though, too busy making bedroom eyes at Papa and teasing his advances.
“He’s big enough to hold his own bottle,” Papa said. “Come on, he’s had a busy day. Go put him down while I get his dinner ready.”
Daddy was dithering but Sasha could see that it was a losing battle.
Papa was just too damn convincing.
“Okay, okay!” Daddy relented, pressing one last kiss to Papa’s lips before turning away, carrying Sasha towards the nursery. “Hm? Is someone a little sleepy baby-o? Ready for bedtime?”
Sasha shook his head, squirming as much as he could, but it was impossible to escape Daddy’s firm grip. And the only result was rutting his caged cock against the front of his diaper, another level of teasing that made him even more clingy.
Daddy didn’t even correct him, just let Sasha nurse and squirm.
Sasha did cry out when he was tipped backwards into the crib, trying to keep a hold on Daddy’s shirt so that he couldn’t be put down.
Of course, there was no stopping Daddy.
He uncurled Sasha’s fingers, cooing over Sasha like he was just a silly thing and ignoring the teary-eyed omega mewling for his attention.
“Papa will be in soon with dinner,” Daddy said, as if that was the thing Sasha was crying over.
His crib didn’t have a full segufix, but there were enough restraints to stop him from wiggling all night. His ankles and thighs were buckled down, a couple straps secured his waist, and then one of his hands was restrained as well.
“You can have one free to hold your bottle,” Daddy said sternly, drawing up a strap between Sasha’s legs so that his diaper dug into his crotch and gave Sasha something to grind against. “But we’ll come back to tuck you in properly after you get a chance to eat, understand?”
Sasha’s heart was fluttering, every squirming shift making his cock and cunt dribble with renewed interest.
Daddy tightened the final strap across his forehead, pinning him firmly to the mattress and stepping back to admire his work.
Sasha could only stare helplessly upwards, watching as Papa entered the room, sidling up behind Daddy and snaking an arm around his waist. Daddy immediately leaned into the touch, accepting the bottle that Papa offered him.
“Not too hot, not too cold,” Papa reassured as Daddy tested it on his wrist.
“Alright, baby-o,” Daddy said, finally satisfied as he offered Sasha the bottle. “Eat up, we’ll be back in a couple minutes.”
Sasha blushed and accepted the bottle, having to handle it carefully to avoid dropping it with just one hand.
“A couple minutes?” Papa teased, resting his chin on Daddy’s shoulder and playfully grabbing his hips. “That’s very bold of you.”
“Hey now,” Daddy said, laughing as he pretended to try and stop Papa’s hands from wandering towards his belt line.
Sasha whined, rolling his hips as he watched the two attractive men, one an alpha that he had been married to before, tease each other. He could see the hard tents in their pants, the contacts deciding that that didn’t need to be blurred, but Sasha knew he wouldn’t be allowed to see more.
With a sniffle of frustration, he brought the bottle to his mouth, spitting out his pacifier and replugging his mouth with the nipple on the bottle.
The contents were bland and unimpressive, nothing too overwhelming for a Little pallet. It wasn’t even a good distraction, and it made Sasha’s lip quiver as Daddy and Papa turned away from him, chuckling to themselves as they playfully undid buttons and pulled down zippers.
In the brief moment of privacy, Sasha scented the air, trying to catch a hint of the teasing arousal that was no doubt pouring off both of them.
But he got nothing.
Fresh tears trickled down his cheeks, and Sasha closed his eyes, drinking down the bottle and continuing to move his hips even though it did nothing but teasing him and make his desperation even worse.
When the bottle was empty, he set it aside, bored and ignored. He patted around his head until he found his pacifier again and sucked on that, straining to hear any sort of noises outside the nursery.
His mind raced with what Daddy and Papa might be doing. Who was topping and who was bottoming? Daddy had never bottomed while he had been with Sasha, and it made a spark of jealous flare in Sasha’s tummy imagining that Daddy might be spreading his legs for another person.
He whined sharply, slamming a fist into the mattress with no effect.
He wanted to suck Daddy’s cock. He wanted to pleasure his alpha in all the ways an omega did best. He wanted Daddy inside of his holes and fucking and knotting him.
Sasha sniffled.
All he had were memories now. Memories that could fade if he wasn’t careful.
It wasn’t fair. Desexing him, taking away his sense of smell and now sight. But surrounding him with constant teasing to make sure he was as squirmy and pent up as they wanted him to be. Daddy loved being a caretaker, but Papa liked to make Sasha bounce back and forth between headspaces, leaving him disoriented and floundering.
Helpless, so Daddy could come in and scoop him up.
Maybe that’s why they worked so well together.
Sasha stared up at the blank ceiling, watching the shadows mix and sway. He suckled on the nub of his pacifier, using the freedom of his one hand to rub against his diaper. He didn’t think he was going to make himself cum, but it was enough of a distraction.
He moaned, closing his eyes, trying to imagine what Daddy and Papa were doing.
Even in his fantasy, it somehow ended up blurred.
Sasha wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he truly was nodding off when the nursery door creaked open, and he was met with the sound of soft laughter as Daddy and Papa hushed each other, like high schoolers that were sneaking out for the first time.
“Awe, is someone a sleepy little baby-o?” Daddy crooned, leaning over the crib to collect the empty bottle. “Sorry we took so long to tuck you in. Your Papa got a little too carried away.”
Sasha whined, fussy and squirmy all over again.
Daddy’s hair was ruffled, a bit more messy than it usually was, and Sasha’s eye contacts decided that it didn’t need to blur the soft bruising of a hickey and the red marks from lips and teeth that speckled Daddy’s neck. His shirt was wrinkled, the buttons done up one off so that it was obvious that he had re-dressed in a hurry.
Sasha couldn’t help but scent, trying to figure out what had happened while he had been put down, what was going on between the adults.
He got nothing.
“Ah, ah,” Daddy said, catching to movement. He frowned, buckling down Sasha’s free hand and giving the front of his diaper a squeeze. “No scenting for babies.”
Sasha mewled but obediently gave it up. It was useless to try anyway.
“You get some rest now, baby-o,” Daddy said, his sternness easily melting to tenderness as he pulled a thin blanket up to Sasha’s waist, smoothing down his hair and giving him one last pet before stepping away.
Now that he was fully restrained, there was no way for Sasha to try and paw after him.
“Come on, handsome,” Papa said, catching Daddy’s hips with a playful growl. “I think we were in the middle of something.”
Daddy just laughed, pressing his forehead to Papa’s.
“You’re insatiable,” he teased.
They pressed their lips together in a kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths as their hands started to wander again.
At least, Sasha assumed it was a kiss.
As he tried to watch, the contacts made both Daddy’s and Papa’s faces a blur, preventing him from seeing the casual affection.
Papa had decided that even that was too Grown Up for silly little baby omegas. And Sasha couldn’t do anything about it.