Sam's New Home - Chapter 3: A Day Of Firsts

The morning went quickly. Jeff, having been exhausted from the drive home and all of the over-excitement he had been experiencing from the recent changes had woken up late, giving him little time to get ready and get breakfast going as he usually would. He startled Jackson awake as he shot up out of bed.

“Shit, what time is it?” Jeff said as he jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Jackson rubbed his eyes as he looked over at the clock. 6:03 AM. Jeff was usually up each morning by 5 to get ready and out the door by 6:30AM. It had been a nice weekend trip but reality was settling back in, and Jeff was extremely behind schedule to do anything he had planned on for this morning.

“You ahh...”, Jackson paused as he rubbed his eyes some more, sitting up in the bed. “You want any help with anything?”

A brief moment of silence followed as Jackson could hear Jeff scrambling to do his hair.

“Yea actually, can you just pour some cereal for you boys. I think I’ll just go without breakfast at this point.” Jeff responded, hurrying out of the bathroom and towards the closest.

Jackson climbed out of bed and made his way into the kitchen in only his pull up, catching Jeff’s eye as he walked by. He figured he’d save time and not stress Jeff out anymore. He grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and filled them with cereal. “Hope Sam likes Honey nuts…” Jackson thought as he poured some into both bowls. He filled them with milk and set them on the table as Jeff made his way into the nursery to awake Sam.

Unsurprisingly, Sam was up and waiting for his Daddy with Mr. Buttons and his paci, letting off a big smile as Jeff entered the room.

“Sorry I'm late baby boy, but daddy’s gotta make this quick.” Jeff dropped the fence and helped Sam out of the crib. Sam looked up at him with a big smile and hugged him.

“Daddy’s running late for work, but Jackson’s got some cereal out at the table, can you be a big boy and get over there yourself?”

Sam nodded and waddled his way to the kitchen, showing obvious signs of a saturated diaper. Jeff watched and smiled, regretting that he didn’t take extra time off work for this first week, but he needed the money with all of these recent purchases.

Jackson watched as Sam exited the room in his obvious waddle carrying Mr. Buttons. It was pretty cute, he wasn’t going to lie. Jackson watched as he climbed into a chair and Jackson slid him a bowl of cereal. Sam let his pacifier fall out of his mouth and onto the table and let out a giggle.

Jeff exited the nursery and made his way to the front door to put his work boots on. “Hey bud, I don’t have time to change Sammy, can you help me out?”

“Yea, I’ll take care of him,” Jackson said with a slight pause, quickly adding “Daddy” to the end.

“Alright, be good boys. Daddy will see you later tonight”.

Jackson and Sam waved goodbye with a mouth full of cereal as Jeff left for the day, locking the door behind him and officially leaving Sam and Jackson alone together for the first time.

The two finished their cereal in silence, just exchanging some awkward looks.

“Sooooo....“ Jackson started, feeling unsure of what he was to do in this position. “I guess we should get you set up with something to do? Anything in particular?”

“CARTOONS! CARTOONS!” Sam shouted.

“Alright, I guess that's fine for a bit. I guess we gotta start by getting you changed though, and probably something more substantial to wear as well?”

Sam jumped up without a word and started running towards his room, excited for Jackson to change him.

“Hey! Dishes Mr,” Jackson called out, “I may have to look after you but I’m not doing everything”.

Sam made a quick u turn and placed his dirty dish in the sink before turning to make his way to his room again.

“All the way my guy,” Jackson said with a laugh.

“Like wash it?” Sam asked.

“Yea Mr. You might be daddy's baby, but you're just as responsible for chores around here as I am, so let's just keep up with the mess as we go”.

It felt weird to Jackson, usually he would try to pull stuff like this and Jeff would hound him about it, but now the roles were reversed. Sam pouted, but did as he was told. He was hoping to be babied by Jackson as well, but maybe it would just take more time since the top thing was new to him.

Finally, Sam put his bowl in the dishwasher and ran to his room, where Jackson found him patiently waiting on his changing table, Mr. Buttons in hand.

“K, let's try this again,” Jackson said, as he grabbed a diaper off the shelf.

He had never changed a diaper before, but figured it couldn’t be so bad. He listened to the tapes and pulled the front back and gagged slightly at the sight of the yellowed diaper. He looked up at Sam who was smiling all while watching.

Jackson finished changing Sam up and helped him hop off the table as he opened the closest doors, unaware of what Jeff had actually bought clothes wise, having only seen the larger furnishings in the room. To his surprise, it was packed full of all sorts of colorful clothing, from pants, to shirts, onesies, footed pajamas, and more. Like most things, Jeff had out done himself again.

“Right... Well, do you have a preference?” asked Jackson.

“Umm...just a onesie?” Sam asked nervously, inundated with choices.

“Sounds easy enough,” Jackson said as he picked out a white one with a picture of some cartoon dogs on it.

“Arms up,” Jackson said as he pulled the onesie over Sam’s head. Sam obliged and lifted his arms, allowing it to slide on easily. It fit perfectly. Jackson reached under and snapped the buttons together and looked at Sam.

“Alright, all set,” Jackson said as he started to leave the room.

“Hey...um...Jackson?” Sam said quietly.

“Yea? Whats up?” Jackson responded.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, go for it”.

“I guess...I...can you come up with, like, a name for me?”

“Like, Sam?” Jackson said, unsure of what he meant.

“Like...a baby name or something. Like daddy calls me his little boy, or stinker...it makes me feel...safe I guess”

“Ah, you want a pet name?” Jackson said with a laugh. He knew why he wanted one, as he had always loved when Jeff called him a pet name, but he would have to get used to it the other way around as well.

“Yee...” Sam said nervously.

“Alright, what if I just mix ‘em up like Dad. Like Champ, or Sport?”

Sam nodded his head. “And what should I call you?” he asked.

“Hmm, Jackson doesn’t do it for you?”

Sam shook his head.

“Tell you what, why don’t you call me...” Jackson looked around, no names coming to mind. He looked at Mr. Buttons and just said “Teddy, or Sir, something along those lines?”

Sam nodded with a big smile. “Ok Teddy,” he said as he ran to give Jackson a huge hug.

“Alright kiddo, let's get you setup with some cartoons so I can get to work.”

“Can I bring some stuffies?”

“Like, more than just Mr. Button? Yea, I guess so”.

Sam quickly grabbed as many as he could carry from the pile in the corner, and followed Jackson back into the living room where he quickly dumped them all on the couch and jumped up. Jackson turned the TV on and flipped it to Netflix.

“Any cartoons in particular?”

“Paw Patrol!”

Jackson looked back at his onesie, “guess that makes more sense now, haha”.

He put on the show and left for his office to get started with his work day. It wasn’t long after sitting down in his office that he realized he should probably be more present with Sam. Sure, he didn’t need to actually be watched over but Jackson still had to form a relationship with him, and that would be easier if he was just there. He unplugged his laptop from the docking station and grabbed ahold of his noise canceling headphones and made his way back out to set up at the dining table.

There Sam was, curled up on the couch happily watching his show.

Jackson saw his pacifier, still on the kitchen table. He picked it up and walked over to the couch, catching Sam off guard as he gestured it towards his mouth, to which Sam graciously accepted. Jackson clipped the other end to his onesie, remembering Jeff’s rule he figured he would be grateful for about physical bathroom noticies. Though, he did realize that only worked if Sam ever took it out to begin with.

“D’ank you, `eddy `ear” Sam said through his pacifier, smiling up at Jackson.

Jackson smiled back and made his way back to his laptop, finally starting his day of work. While he set his own hours, he liked to stay in a routine to get projects done on time.

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Time escaped Jackson as he was deep in his work during a focused sprint before realizing it was well after noon, and he should probably stop for lunch. Not to mention he should check on Sam. He also wanted to challenge himself to put his foot down a little more. Certainly Jeff wouldn’t be happy with Sam just watching cartoons all day, so Jackson had to get him to do something else, but he wasn’t sure what.

Getting out of his chair, he could still see Sam happily immersed in his show, sucking away on his pacifier. But to Jacksons horror, as he approached Sam to ask what he wanted for lunch, he quickly picked up on that quite familiar scent that let him know that Sam had messed again…

“Ummmm...excuse me?” Jackson said with a firm tone, feeling outraged.

Sam looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was getting at. He couldn’t fight back his big grin.

“‘m sorry `ir” Sam struggled to get out.

“Wasn’t there something about you having to ask permission to mess yourself?! Get your stinky ass to the changing table, now!”.

Sam got up off the couch, but not before ensuring that he smushed his mess around a little. He knew it would be Jackson’s first poopy change, and he was excited to see how he handled it.

“What the hell Sam!” Jackson shouted, clearly seeing what he had just done.

Sam laughed and ran off, bolting down the hallway to the part of the house he hadn’t seen yet.

“SAM!” Jackson yelled, running after him.

Sam laughed to himself as he ran down the hallway, entering the first room that wasn’t his own. Sam found himself in Jackson’ office and looked around at what was a rather empty room apart from the desk, then Jackson came to the door.

“If you don’t get your ass to the changing station, I swear to god” Jackson shouted.

“Hehe...you gotta catch me” Sam giggled as stood at the opposite end of the room.

Jackson ran into the room and grabbed Sam's wrist as he tried to slide around him.

“Let me gooo!” Sam protested, still trying to break free.

Jackson wasn’t playing games though and dragged him back to the nursery.

“Up!” Jackson said, pointing at the changing table, still firmly holding his wrist.

“NO!” Sam said as he dropped to the floor, only further spreading the mess in his diaper.

“Up! Last chance or Daddy’s  gonna hear all about this!”

Sam’s giggling stopped.

“Ahhh...don’t tell daddy...pleeaseeee” Sam said.

“Up,” Jackson said, looking rather angry.

This time, Sam did as he was told. Jackson helped him off the floor and up onto the changing station. He was not looking forward to this in the slightest, he was just hoping the process would go quick and didn’t smell the whole time.

It took some time, but Jackson finished cleaning up Sam and disposed of the mess in the genie.

“Roll over,” Jackson said as Sam waited patiently, expecting a new diaper to be slid under him.

Sam paused, unsure of what he meant.

“I said roll over, butt in the air,” Jackson said with a stronger tone, motioning for Sam to do as instructed.

Sam hesitantly rolled over, exposing his little behind to the air. He watched as Jackson reached for one of the decorations hanging off the side of the bookshelf just next to the changing station, and quickly realized it wasn’t just a decoration. Jackson had grabbed a long wood paddle labeled “Brat” in the wood engraving and was prepping Sam for a spanking, a first for him.

“Now you have been a bad little boy...and I am not going to tolerate that” Jackson said, showcasing the paddle that would be making contact with Sam’s exposed butt.

“I’m sorry, Sir” Sam said in a nervous voice, unsure of how much something like this would hurt.

“You better be. What are you sorry for?” Jackson said in a firm tone.

“For being bad…”

“And?”

“Making a big mess...”

Jackson shook his head in disappointment. “You're gonna get 10 spankings for being a brat, and that numbers going to increase if you keep up this kind of behaviour. Understood?”

Sam nodded his head, trying to mentally prepare for what was coming.

“Good. Count them out for Teddy while you're at it,” Jackson said, giving almost no further warning before bringing the wood paddle down against his ass.

*SMACK*

Sam winced, it hadn’t been as hard as he thought, but it still stung.

“O...One…” Sam let out.

*SMACK*

“Tw...twooo…” He struggled to get out as the sting began to worsen.

Jackson continued to deal out the spanking, one good smack at a time. While he was mad at Sam for what he had done, he was also aroused as he watched Sam cower before him, one smack at a time. It wasn’t until around the 7th smack that he realized Sam had begun to cry, tears pouring down his face.

“Se...se...seven” Sam struggled to say between sobs.

Jackson had mixed emotions. He had been spanked many times by Jeff, and he knew the pain. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Jackson asked, reluctant to hurt him further.

“Ye...yes, Sir” He said, sobbing and looking back at Jackson.

“Good, then we can stop your punishment early just this once. But believe me. Next time I won’t feel so sorry for you” Jackson said, hanging the paddle back to its original spot.

Sam rolled back over on the changing table, tears still pooling in his eyes.

“Now that's for acting like a brat...the mess is gonna take a little something...more,” Jackson said with a grin. “But let's get you in a nice comfy diaper, yea?”

Sam nodded. He wasn’t sure what ‘more’ consisted of, but he couldn’t get over the stinging feeling on his butt.

Jackson grabbed a diaper off the shelf, this time consisting of a blue camouflage pattern which seemed to peak Sam’s attention since it was something different. Sam, having already fallen into a habit, lifted with ease to allow Sam to slide the new diaper underneath. Jackson paused before  taping him up. He smirked to himself as he opened the drawer below the changing station. He pulled out what Sam could only make out to be a small object and the lube, and Sam felt as Jackson quickly slid a plug into his ass, causing Sam to wince a little as his still red bottom ached.

Jackson looked at Sam, who remained quiet and obedient, and quickly finished the motions  of powdering and taping him up. Jackson reached into the drawer to put the lube away, and pulled out another pacifier, different from the blue one he had been using, and plopped it into Sam’s mouth.

“That's to keep any of those kinds of accidents from happening again. But if lil Sammy doesn’t want daddy to find out about the accident he already had...well then maybe it's time for...a nap?” Jackson said mysteriously.

Sam nodded, still puzzled at Jackson’s tone as he knew there was something more to this. The plug felt uncomfortable at first, but quickly faded to the back of his mind as he felt the sting of his cheeks as he positioned himself on the edge of the table.

Jackson helped Sam off the changing station, and began to motion towards Sam’s crib, unbuttoning his pants as he walked over, letting them fall to the floor before proceeding to strip away the rest of his clothes. He then crawled into Sam’s crib, motioning for him to come join him.

Sam blushed, and made his way over to his crib and climbed in after Jackson. Sure he had just been punished and his ass was still sore, but he was excited to get to see Jackson like this, and more so, he was excited to finally get an intimate moment with Jackson.

Jackson made himself comfortable, and laid back in the crib as his cock remained at full mass as he watched Sam crawl into the crib, pacifier still in mouth.

“Nuh uh, where's Mr. Buttons?”

Sam paused, turning around and pointing to the changing table.

“Go get him,” Jackson said.

Sam did as he was instructed, and Jackson watched his diapered tushy run to grab his friend.

Jackson reached out his hand, signifying for Sam to give him to Jackson.

Sam was hesitant, but extended it to Sam before crawling back in.

“There we go, don’t you think your little friend wants to watch?” Jackson said.

Sam shook his head, “No, sir” he forced about from behind his pacifier.

Jackson smirked, and reached forward to remove Sam’s pacifier. “Alright, well I’ll keep him safe up here then”.

Sam laid on his stomach, just short of the large mass in front of him and stared at it. He reached out his hand to push it around, watching it bob and swing with each push.

Jackson laughed, “Yea? You like your new toy?”

Sam smiled and nodded his head quickly, “Can I play with it?”

“Oh, I’m expecting you too…kiddo” Jackson said as he laid back.

Sam continued to push it around, watching Jackson’s cock swing around, smiling as it would return to its original position. He pulled himself up a little and took the head into his mouth, ensuring to let his saliva pour out of his mouth and flow down Jackson’s shaft.

“Fuckkkkk....” Jackson let out.

Sam looked up at Jackson, cock still in mouth, as he watched Jackson stare up at the ceiling. He began to bob his head, taking in more and more of his shaft, ensuring to lick all around to get it wet. His lips ran smoothly over his shaft and he hugged it with his tongue, eager to please. Soon enough, he had Jackson’s cock slippery wet and drenched in his saliva.

He picked up his speed as he slowly repositioned himself. Sam could feel his dick pressing against his cage, only making him hornier. He hoped that Jackson might return the favor if he did a good job, but it was unlikely that he would be getting any kind of pleasure after the scene he pulled just before.

He reached out with his hand and grabbed Jackson’s shaft, beginning to glide his hand up and down as he continued to drool on the head, tasting the precum that was forming at the tip.

Jackson looked down at Sam, who looked back at him as he continued to give Jackson what was probably the best blow job of his life. Jeff certainly never did these kinds of things for him, and Jeff was all he had known. Jackson let his head fall back onto the pillows as Sam continued to twirl his tongue and pump his throbbing shaft. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer but was cherishing every moment.

“I’m...I’m gonna cum…” Jackson let out.

Sam smiled as he pushed the throbbing cock into his throat until he gagged. He quickened his pace and continued to push the cock down his throat, eagerly awaiting what was next.

“uhhhhhh...Imma….” Jackson let out a moan as he burst his load, violently pushing his hips in the air as Sam struggled to get air as his cock filled his mouth.

Jackson continued to moan, clearly overwhelmed by all of the feelings. Sam loosened his grip but continued to bob his head as Jackson lowered his hips back towards the bed.

“Fuck Sammy...that was…”

“Amazing?” Sam cut him off as he swallowed Jackon’s cum.

Jackson laughed. “Yea, kiddo. Amazing”

Sam crawled up next to Jackson and laid down next to him. “Can I have Mr. Buttons?”

Jackson rolled over and smiled at him. “You can have whatever you want,” he said as he handed Sam the stuffed bear.

Jackson threw his arm over Sam and let out a sigh. “I think we're gonna get along just great”.

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Jackson opened his eyes, finding himself still in Sam’s crib with Sam asleep on his chest. The nap was unintentional, but felt good. Jackson looked over at the clock, and quickly shook Sam awake as he realized the time.

“Sam, wake up. Jeff will be home any minute,” Jackson said as he shook Sam awake.

Sam woke up and rubbed his eyes. “Daddy’s coming home already?”

“It's late, we must have slept all afternoon. We gotta get you dressed”.

Sam smiled and climbed out of the crib after Jackson, knowing the routine and happily climbed up on the table where Jackson quickly put a fresh diaper on him. He helped Sam off and quickly slid the onesie back over his head.

“Alright, deals a deal. I don’t tell Daddy if you won’t”

Sam nodded, smiling as he remembered what they had done earlier.

As Jackson turned to leave the room, he heard Jeff’s truck pull into the driveway.

“Shit, he's home earlier than usual. Can you make your bed, Sam?”

Sam stood for a second with a pouty face.

“Champ, don’t make me ask you again”.

Sam turned to go make his crib up as Jackson hurried into the dining room to sort out his laptop. He carried it all back to his office and reconnected the laptop to the dock as he heard the front door open and close.

“DADDY!!” Sam screamed as he ran out of the nursery towards Jeff.

“There's my baby boy! You look so cute!” Jeff said as he picked Sam up, spotting Jackson heading out from his office.

“Hey Jef...Daddy, how was work?” Jackson asked, making his way back into the kitchen.

“Long...but I’m glad to be home. I see you kept up with this little guy all day”.

“Yea, we had a pretty good day…” Jackson said, looking at Sam.

“Is that true, baby?” Jeff asked Sam.

Sam nodded with a big smile.

“Well that's good to hear,” Jeff said as he kissed Sam on the cheek before putting him down.

Jeff took his shoes off and headed into the living room to take a seat. “Hey, Jackson? Can you bring me a beer?” He said as he made his way over, before seeing the pile of stuffies left out on the couch.

“Ohhh...Sammy, get your butt over here” Jeff said with a stern voice.

Sam, unaware of the problem, ran over to Jeff to hug him.

“This is a big mess Mr. You’re supposed to keep this house clean so that I don’t have to deal with it…”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Sam said, lowering his head.

“I hope you are...Daddy’s gonna have to spank you though so that you’ll learn…”

“That...that was actually my fault, Daddy,” Jackson said, cutting Jeff off.

Jeff looked over at Jackson, “Is that so?”

Jackson nodded. “Sorry...taking care of Sam and working is a lot I guess”

Jeff got up off the couch and walked over to Jackson, no further words being exchanged. He grabbed a hold of Jackson's arm and pulled him into the bedroom.

“Strip,” Jeff said sternly.

Jackson did as he was told and took his clothes off, leaving just the pull up.

“That too,” Jeff said as he unbuttons his pants.

Jackson took it off as Jeff shoved him onto the bed, pulling the straps out from underneath the mattress and fascinating them to Jackson.

Jackson knew the routine and didn’t fight it as he knew Jeff was much stronger. Jeff finished attaching the straps, leaving Jackson tied down face first on the bed.

“I’m gonna leave you here, while I enjoy a nice dinner with Sammy...then I’m gonna come relieve some stress for the night” Jeff whispered in Jackon’s ears.

He felt himself getting hard, but was disappointed he was gonna be left like this for a long period of time. He turned his head back to see Sam in the doorway with a look that seemed to say sorry.

“Can I get you to put the stuffies back in your room, baby boy?” Jeff said as he encouraged Sam to exit the room.

Sam quickly picked up the stuffed animals and carried them back into the pile in his room as he watched Daddy head into the garage. He quickly ran back into the room where Jackson was tied down and went up to him.

“Thank you, Teddy Bear” Sam said as he gave Jackson a big kiss on the cheek before climbing off the bed and running back into the living room.

Jackson smiled. He was beginning to like this lifestyle.