JanuARy bonus exclusive | Spoony | Part 3

They sit on the couch, Debbie’s blanket across their collective laps, watching a movie and eating chips out of a bowl. Paul sits in the middle, with Debbie on his right and Seren on his left.

Right and left. Left and right. Paul holds out his hands in front of him, stiff arms and fingers together, and considers the idea.

“What are you doing?” Seren asks in a teasing voice. “Are you being Superman? I thought you were my Paw Patrol boy!”

“No,” says Paul shortly. He isn’t in such a good mood, not like before when he was playing with Debbie. Because the movie is boring. It’s about a little girl, which is a bad start in itself, and she’s talking to her grandmother, which is even more boring.

And then the little girl starts singing a stupid, dumb song!

This is definitely not a movie for boys.

“You haven’t had many chips,” Seren says, placing the bowl in front of Paul. “Not hungry?”

“Don’t like them,” Paul says.

Seren pantomimes her shock. “They’re Bluebird!” She takes a chip and crunches with evident delight. “Mmm…salt and vinegar, even better than the ones back in England.”

“I like Bluebird,” offers Debbie.

“I know you do,” Seren replies. “All I can hear from you is crunch, crunch, crunch!”

Debbie giggles. “Cutch, cutch, cutch!”

Seren pokes Paul gently in the ribs. “You have to like Bluebird, Paul. If you don’t like them, I’m not sure we can be friends.” And then she winks at him, to show she’s kidding, but Paul doesn’t smile. Because he hates the dumb, boring movie, and also because this really isn’t what Seren promised.

It’s supposed to be just the two of them, Debbie should be asleep in bed.

What happened to cocktails and special music? What happened to kissing? Paul fidgets underneath the blanket. The blanket is soft, yes, but he keeps his arms folded and his hands stuffed into his armpits. He doesn’t keep stroking it like Debbie does with her stupid, blank-faced expression. He doesn’t want fluffy things, he’s not a baby. It’s the thing between his legs, which is definitely hard as a rock, that he cares about most.

“I’m sorry you’re grouchy,” Seren says, and she licks salt from her fingers. She turns her eyes to the TV and says calmly, “maybe you’re tired. Maybe you should go to bed.”

Paul feels his entire body stiffen. “I’m not tired!” he protests sharply.

Seren sighs. “It would be a shame if I had to send you to bed. After all, you look very handsome in your special jammies.” She smiles. “We’re all in our pretend clothes. I’m in my mummy dress, Debbie’s in her puppy jammies, and you’re in your big boy jammies, aren’t you.”

Paul offers a curt nod, although how is being a ‘big boy’ pretending? Big compared to Debbie, probably.

Seren snakes an arm around his shoulder. “Such a big boy,” she says sweetly. “Did you put on your undies as well?”

“Yeah,” Paul says quietly. He won’t admit to Seren how good they feel against his penis. He won’t tell her that even though he only put them on to cover his erection, in actual fact he loves his new underwear.

“Mmm,” says Seren, making the same sound she did for the Bluebird chips. “I bet they look so smart on you. Can I take a peek?”

She moves to pull down the blanket, and Paul unfolds his arms and plants his palms firmly on the fuzzy material.

“No,” he insists. He won’t put up with being treated like a toddler, he won’t show off his underwear like a three year old. And he definitely won’t reveal how turned-on he is.

Seren nods. “I understand. You’re shy.”

“I’m not shy,” replies Paul with gritted teeth. He curls his fingers into Debbie’s Paw Patrol blanket, and then exhales as he feels a slice of the tension leave his body.

“Such a good boy,” says Seren. She strokes his arm. “My handsome date in his special big boy pajamas.”

Paul manages a smile. He remembers the fun he had with Debbie, the silly, giggly, fun. He blinks sleepily, and then he frowns. Never mind the silly fun, what about the other kind?

He turns to Seren and whispers, “We’re supposed to be on a special date, you promised. We-“

“Hi-hi!” Debbie blurts. “Hi-hi!”

Started, Paul looks at the woman on his right. She’s pointing at the screen and laughing.

“Is hi-hi, swen!”

“It certainly is,” says Seren, grinning. “Hei-Hei is your favourite, isn’t he.”

“Uh-huh!” Debbie agrees. “So silly!”

Paul looks at the TV to discover a chicken…no, a rooster, with green tail feathers and bulging eyes. When it proceeds to walk into a post, Paul starts laughing as well.

Seren giggles. “What a silly chicken,” she says, continuing to stroke Paul’s arm. “He’s all spoony, isn’t he.”

“Yeah,” says Paul, giggling. “He’s all…” He blinks, and he realizes that the movie is good after all, because of the silly chicken, and the bright colours because it’s a cartoon, and probably it’s for big boys like him, not silly babies like Debbie. Paul’s sure that Debbie doesn’t even understand what’s going on, she’s just laughing at the silly chicken.

“What a spoony chicken,” says Seren. Both Paul and Debbie laugh. Debbie grabs a handful of chips and stuffs them into her mouth, and Paul follows suit. They taste pretty good, now that he thinks about it, and he sucks on his fingers before resting his hands back on the soft blanket.

He sighs again, feeling more and more relaxed, but he manages to understand, even as his thoughts seem to scatter and dance around his head, that it’s his mind that’s relaxing, while his body is getting more excited. Especially between his legs, underneath the Paw Patrol undies.

“Such a spoony chicken,” says Seren, and she says it in a funny way, like she’s singing.

“Mmm,” mumbles Debbie.

Paul looks to his right to find Debbie sucking on her fingers with a glazed expression, chip crumbs littered around her. She’s so messy. She’s just a messy baby, really.

“Debbie’s sleepy,” Paul tells Seren. “She should go to bed.” And he grins, thinking of what might come very soon. Special time, just for big boys.

“She’ll go to bed soon,” says Seren. “She’s away with the fairies right now, she’s all happy and full of chips, fully of fluffy thoughts. She’s all spoony.”

Seren kisses Paul on the cheek. “How about you? Are you happy?”

Paul nods. “Yeah.”

“Are you full and fluffy?”

Paul frowns lightly. “Umm…”

Seren moans. “Are you my big, spoony boy?”

Paul frowns more deeply. The question is confusing. “I’m not…”

“Not a big boy?” Seren asks, her tone rich with gentle surprise. “Oh, I think you are. I think you’re all big for me.”

She hums a simple melody, and her hand snakes down below the blanket and then she tugs back the waistband of Paul’s pajama bottoms and presses gently on his crotch.

“Oh yes,” she says, sounding delighted. “What a big boy. You’re all hard, aren’t you.”

Paul nods. “Uh…uh-huh.” Any thought of protesting this invasion of privacy is shattered as Seren continues to press on the front of Paul’s thick underwear.

“Oh yes, you’ve been such a good boy tonight. Playing with Debbie, getting all dressed up for me.”

Paul

“You played puppy, and Debbie’s in her special costume, you’re in your costume, and I’m even in my costume!”

Paul stares at Seren. Is she wearing a costume?

Seren giggles. “I’m the mummy, remember? Debbie’s the little girl, you’re the big boy, and I’m the mummy.”

Paul nods slowly, feeling as though his ability to understand is leaking from his ears. “You’re...you’re the mommy.”

Seren giggles again, and she massages the front of Paul’s underwear. “Oh yes, that’s right, you’re an American boy. Moh-mee.” She pulls out the world with an amused look in her eyes. “I’m the mommy, aren’t I.”

Paul struggles with the idea. “For…pretend.”

“Well of course!” Seren exclaims with a smile. “Pretend puppy, pretend big boy, pretend mommy. Don’t I look like the mommy?”

Paul nods. “Uh-huh. ‘Cause…cause, you’re in the duh-dress.”

“The red dress,” says Seren. “What a clever boy you are.” She kisses him again, soft lips on his cheek. “Okay if I see what you’ve got in your chunky undies, sweetie? I think it wants to come out to play.”

Paul shudders with excitement. “Okay,” he whispers. And he doesn’t give Debbie a second thought as Seren expertly pulls down his underwear.

“There,” she says, tucking the blanket over his groin as if she’s putting it to bed. She smiles with a satisfied expression. “If you had any second-thoughts before, I promise you won’t have them now.” She giggles. “Actually, I suppose first thoughts are all going away as well!” And she makes a sprinkling gesture with her hand.

Paul manages to produce the briefest of frowns, but Seren is right. As soon as his penis brushes against the blanket, the biggest idea in Paul’s head is that he’s running out of ideas. He looks down at the squiggles lettering the front of his pajama top, and then he groans with excitement at the sensations between his legs.

Seren lets the blanket stroke against his crotch. “You know, it’s a bit of a shame really, because I really did want a date.” She smiles blandly as Paul pushes his hips, thrusting clumsily against the fuzzy material. “Here I am, stuck in New Zealand, away from home. To be honest, if you hadn’t found that blanket, we really could’ve had some decent fun.”

Paul tries to look at Seren. What is she saying? What is Mommy…No, just for pretend, what is Seren…but alll Paul wants to do is look down between his legs, to beg Seren to keep going.

It’s as if she can read his mind. “Oh my, you’re so close! You’re going to make a big mess for me, aren’t you. You’re going to show me what a messy boy you are. And then you’re going to be a good boy. I’m going to dress you in your nappy and jammies and then you’re going to go night-nights. And then in the morning, I’ll dress you in your school uniform and you to the special school with Debbie. Won’t that be lovely?”

Paul’s eyes glaze over and his attempt at spoken language comes out as a gurgle.

Seren nods as if they’re having an actual conversation. “It’s okay, I called, there’s a space available. And really, it’s like you’re a transfer student, except you won’t be studying business anymore.” She laughs gently. “But you will learn about shapes, and colours, and putting blocks on top of each other. You’ll be such a smartie!”

Paul grunts as Seren’s fingers flutter over his penis. “You won’t be in Debbie’s class of course. She’ll be with the big kids, because she doesn’t need nappies, and she can string a sentence together. But the effect the blankie had on you, in five minutes you were playing puppy! So it’s baby time for you, honey. But that’s okay. Debbie will love her baby brother. And there will be plenty of other little friends for you to play with.”

At the mention of Debbie, Paul looks to his right. The pigtailed blonde is fast asleep, fingers still in her mouth like a toddler. Away with the fairies, just like Seren said. But how can Paul be the baby, compared to that?

Seren covers Paul’s face with kisses. “I know this isn’t the date you were expecting, Me neither! But we’re having fun now, aren’t we. I mean, you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

Just like that, Seren’s pulls her hand away, and she looks at it, as if wondering just what it’s for.

And Paul understands, as his intelligence dims, leaving only an infantile desire for satisfaction, a helpless urge for Seren to satisfy his needs, that it’s much too late for anything else. That he is helpless in her hands.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Please, Mommy!”

“How can I resist,” says Seren, in the indulgent, condescending tone reserved for the smallest of children. “How can I resist my spoony boy.” She takes Paul’s erection in her hand and strokes up and down. “Such a spoony boy! Mummy’s spoony boy. Are you ready to let it all go, honey?”

Paul nods emphatically. “Uh-huh! Gonna…” He bucks his hips, and he has never wanted something so badly.

Seren giggles. “Kind and heroic. That’s my good puppy! That’s my sweet, spoony boy!” She increases her pace and her words, dripping with condescension, are impossible to resist.

“Spuh…spuh…spee mooh-mee!” Paul shouts, and watches the mess he makes, spurting in the air and landing on his pajamas, as Seren urges him on, until Paul collapses back on the coach, dazzled and incoherent.

“What a lot of messes,” says Seren, gently milking Paul for the last of his semen and intelligence. “It’s all out now.” She looks fondly at him.

Paul looks down at the mess on his Paw Patrol pyjamas, and then he gives Seren an open-mouthed smile. “Meh,” he says, almost achieving a word. “Meh-meh!”

“Good boy,” Seren says gently. “There’s a good boy.” She kisses him again, a sweetly maternal peck on the cheek, and then pulls the blanket back up, stroking Paul’s hair until he is fast asleep.

THE END

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