Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp2)

Ozzy: *that morning wakes cuddled close to the virus*

Thrax: *awakes to see Ozzy snuggled close to him* Morning, sleepy head. *taps Ozzy on the nose*

Ozzy: It... it wasn't a dream…

Thrax: No, it wasn't. I said I'll take care of from now on and I will. *kisses Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: Did you really give me a bath?

Thrax: *nods* I had to clean your wounds and make sure you were squeaky clean yourself. *tickles Ozzy's tummy*

Ozzy: but... hey! haha that tickles! *squirms a little*

Thrax: Baby likes that doesn't he? *continues to tickle Ozzy*

Ozzy: *laughs despite himself* hey ok… haha ok stooop! *almost whining*

Thrax: *coos* You like that don't you? Don't you? *blows raspberry into Ozzy's tummy*

Ozzy: Thrax seriously stop or… gah! *and he can't help the wetness that slips out, the sheets getting a tad wet by accident*

Thrax: *chuckles* Looks like I wasn't kidding when I called you 'baby'.

Ozzy: *face turns red, embarrassed by his accident, but it was bound to happen after what happened yesterday, he tenses a little, recalling from childhood being punished for such things*

Thrax: *noticed the tension the young cell* Don't worry baby I knew something like would happen after that experience. *lifts Ozzy and sits him on the floor* Now you stay there while I clean up this mess. *picks up the wet sheets and carries them into the wash room*

Ozzy: *watches him, somewhat bewildered, having been sure Thrax would be angry, but he complies sitting on the floor where he was placed*

Thrax: *loads the sheets into the washer and starts the machine* Now for the little tinkler. *smirking, picking up the items the needed* I don't want to do this but in the state he's in. *walked back in to the bedroom*

Ozzy: *is leaning against the bed kind of dozing and looks up at Thrax as he enters the room* What's that stuff for?

Thrax: *smiles down at him* Sorry baby but until you learn to control it, you'll have to wear these for a while. *holding up the item*

Ozzy: ... No... way... *glares at the items he brought the diaper especially and folds his arms*

Thrax: *sighs* I'm not too fond of this idea either but do you want to wake up to wet sheets and soiled underwear everyday?

Ozzy: No but... c'mon a diaper?!

Thrax: It's the only way Ozzy besides if you continue with that attitude I'm gonna have to spank you as well.

Ozzy: ... You've got to be freaking kidding me!

Thrax: *starting to get ticked off* Ozzy this is for you own good and I don't want to hurt you like that.

Ozzy: You're not putting a diaper on me… N. O. End of story. Do not pass go. Nada. Nein. Neit. Nononononu... *gripes, folding his arms*

Thrax: *grits his teeth* Osmosis. . .

Ozzy: *pokes his tongue out at him*

Thrax: *takes a deep breath* Okay you want to be a spoilt brat well then I guess I'll punish you like one. *picks Ozzy up and hauls him over his lap*

Ozzy: What you were serious! No way! *tries to get up off his lap, but he's really in no state to resist* Don't!

Thrax: I'm sorry but this is the only way you'll learn. *brings a sharp hand down on Ozzy's butt*

Ozzy: *winces as he feels the sting settle into his backside, for a moment fearful of what those claws could do to him but relieved that he isn't cut* Uhn... Stop!

Thrax: Sorry baby, not until you accept your state. *delivers another hard swat to Ozzy's ass*

Ozzy: ah! *reaches back to try and cover his rear*

Thrax: *swats his hand away* No, not until you accept.

Ozzy: *lets out a gasp* ow... it hurts!

Thrax: This is hurting me more than it's hurting you. *gives a few more swift blows*

Ozzy: How do you f-figure... ow! that! Owwww *squirms more* stop... please stop! *tears start to come to his eyes*

Thrax: I told you I didn't want to do this but you pushed it. *giving a few more to Ozzy's red ass*

Ozzy: *lets out a whine and grips his ankle with one hand* Stooop! Please… I'm sorry!

Thrax: Then you know what you have to do. *bringing his hand down once again*

Ozzy: *lets out a yelp* I'll be good! Please stop! *starts to really cry, being taken back to younger days*

Thrax: Then say it. *whacking hard on Ozzy's butt.

Ozzy: *starts to sob into the mattress* owwwww please no diaper... *clinging to Thrax's leg*

Thrax: *a vein bulged in his head* Osmosis you making this harder on both of us. *delivering another hard whack*

Ozzy: owww! Stooop! *sobs into the mattress* Please I’m sorry I'm sorrrry!

Thrax: Then submit. *another whack*

Ozzy: *lets out a cry*

Thrax: Osmosis . . .*his hand begins to stiffen*

Ozzy: *crying hard into the mattress* owww… n-no more... I'll be good... please daddy no more... clings tightly to both the covers and his ankle*

Thrax: *stops in surprise* What did you say?

Ozzy: *sniffles into his leg* No more... please... I'm sorry...*sobs into his leg*

Thrax: *looks down at Ozzy* What did you call me?

Ozzy: .. *sniffling* daddy... *rubbing his eyes* I’ll be good... I'm sorry... please don't spank me anymore... sorry...

Thrax: *taken' back by the name before smiling* Are you going to be a good boy for 'daddy' now?

Ozzy: *nods, sniffling, still crying into the mattress and Thrax's leg*

Thrax: *lifts Ozzy up onto his lap but keeps his but away from touching it* Now baby I didn't want to do that but you left me no choice and you had to see the error of your attitude. *wipes away Ozzy's tears*

Ozzy: *sniffles into his legs* I'm sorry... I'm sorry... *clings to him, sobbing softly still*

Thrax: *resting Ozzy's head on his shoulder and began to rock him back and forth* Ssshh. It's okay baby, it's all over now, but be careful because the next you act like that I'll have to punish you again.

Ozzy: *whimpers softly, now knowing that he is, indeed, not joking* Yes sir. . *sniffle*

Thrax: Good boy. *stands up with Ozzy in his arms* Now shall I get you dressed up then?

Ozzy: *nods, still not liking the idea of a diaper, but he will comply lest he face another spanking*

Thrax: *unfolded the diaper and set Ozzy on top of it* It'll be okay baby I promise. *gently applied powder and baby-oil to Ozzy's burning ass and fastened the diaper in place* There all done *tapping Ozzy's nose and lifted him to him feet*

Ozzy: *sniffles and reaches back, rubbing his diapered bottom as he leans on Thrax*

Thrax: *lifted him and cradled him in his arms* It's over now baby no need to be ashamed. *patted his diapered rear*

Ozzy: *sniffs, wrapping his arms around Thrax and hugging him* I'm sorry...

Thrax: So am I baby but it needed to be done. *picks up a bottle he prepared for Ozzy to drink*

Ozzy: *looks to it* Wha? What’s that for?

Thrax: *smirks* After all that cryin' you must be thirsty?

Ozzy: *nods* Yeah.

Thrax: *slips the bottle nipple between his lips* Drink up baby.

Ozzy: *a bit bewildered* It's a bottle...

Thrax: *looks at him sternly* Do you want another spankin'?

Ozzy: *meeps* No sir...

Thrax: I know you hate this kind of treatment but after that beating you took your stomach can't handle hard foods anymore and you've lost control of your bowel and bladder. I have to treat you like this to help and support you.

Ozzy: *looks aside* Maaan... this sucks...

Thrax: I know but you'll get better soon. *lifts the bottle to his mouth* Come on now little Ozzy, drink up.

Ozzy: Why can't I use a cup? *but he opens his mouth albeit reluctantly*

Thrax: *shrugs* You can try.

Ozzy: *ends up drinking from the bottle* what is that?

Thrax: Formula *coos* for my baby's sensitive wittle tummy.

Ozzy: Oh... *rubs his eyes a little and cuddles instinctively*

Thrax: *smirks* Looks like someone's tired. Guess it's naptime for you sweetie.

Ozzy: I have a feeling that's pretty much all I'll be able to do for a while...

Thrax: *shakes head* You'll get use to it. *picking him and carries him to the bed* Now you just sleep for a bit while daddy gets your room ready. *pulls the cover round Ozzy's face, kissing him on the head*

Ozzy: My room? *tilts his head, the only parts of his place he's seen so far being Thrax's bedroom and the bathroom* Ok... Um... Thrax?

Thrax: *looks at him* Hmm?

Ozzy: Thanks… by the way... I'd be dead right now if you hadn't done this…

Thrax: *chuckles* Of course sweetie like I said I may be a virus but I'm not cold-hearted in a way you remind me of my son.

Ozzy: Your.... you son? You have a kid?

Thrax: *sighs sadly* Had. . He and his mother were killed by white blood cells and yet we had nothing to harm anyone.

Ozzy: Oh.... I'm sorry… *softly* I don't have any kids...

Thrax: Have you thought of a family? *turned to Ozzy

Ozzy: Yeah... I've never really had one before… *rubs his upper arm*

Thrax: *lifts his chin up* Well, now you're part of one. *hugged Ozzy closes*

Ozzy: *looks up at him as Thrax's claw gently lifts his chin, his eyes having regained some of their previous timidness, it's been so long since he felt loved he really isn't sure he remembers what it's like as soon as his father left his mother grew... distant and lazy, he had to do everything and if he didn't she was harsh*

Thrax: *smiles* Sleep now sweetie and I'll have a surprise for you when you wake. *strokes Ozzy's 'hair'*

Ozzy: *nods a little* Um… T-Thrax?

Thrax: Yes angel?

Ozzy: Y'know the room thing can wait if y'want... I mean... I dunno if I wanna sleep by myself just yet... *he blushes as he admits this but after what happened he's sure he'll have nightmares*

Thrax: *chuckles lightly* You want to sleep with daddy for a while?

Ozzy: *nods slowly* Yeah...

Thrax: *kisses Ozzy on the head* As you wish baby, but for now it nappy-time for you.

Ozzy: *nods a little and lays down, snuggling into the pillows, reaching back momentarily to rub his tender, currently diapered bottom*

Thrax: *smiles down at him and pulls the covers round his face* Sleep well, my son. *enters the living room and picks up a sewing kit* Hope he'll like this.

Ozzy: *goes to sleep though admittedly smiles softly, his bottom hurts but in an odd way he's kind of glad for it... this is the first time a spanking has meant that someone cares about him, snuggling into the blankets he falls asleep*

Thrax: *looks at his finished work* Don't know if he'll approve of this but he'll sure look cute in it.