Joseph stared at his boarder, smiling. Took a few more pics to share with some fellow pervs. It had been remarkably easy getting the boy like this and the best part was the plan was just beginning.
He’d been happy to take in a college junior from America who was studying abroad in Germany for the semester and needed a place to stay. Joseph had a nice house, close to everything in Berlin, and the American boy Nathan had been excited to experience life in the city and not on the campus where other study abroaders were staying.
The first month had been great for Nathan. But then something horrible and awful and weird and humiliating had started happening. He was wetting the bed. The first time he tried hiding the sheets. Joseph found him and assured him it was fine. Happens to everyone. The second time he started to get worried and Joseph again assured him it was fine.
The fifth time? Joseph assured him it was fine “but I also have to protect my stuff and also you should want some protection, bud. It’s not fun waking up in wet pajamas.”
Of course Nathan had no idea about the drugs being fed to him on a nightly basis in the water he drank, which assured he’d wake flooding the bed.
“We’ll talk about it tonight,” Joseph said on the Friday night. “For now you go out and have a good time. I know you’ve been talking to that cute German girl Natalia, right?” The boy downright blushed. How cute! Joseph chuckled to himself. He was quite certain the stunning Natalia would want nothing to do with the American once he was done with him.
Nathan came home at midnight to find Joseph waiting up for him. His German landlord asked him about his night and then said he was headed to bed himself. “You’re welcome to stay up yourself but we need to go over what we talked about earlier.”
The protection. Nathan had been dreading this. How the hell had he become a bedwetter? And he worried about that night as he’d had three or four beers. First Joseph gave him a big glass of water when he heard he’d drank quite a bit. “Help ward off a hangover,” he told the boy gulping the drugged liquid. This concoction included a little extra kick, to not only aid in the bedwetting but also make the boy drowsy and slow-minded. Which is why he registered something weird with Joseph saying “Good boy” as he took the glass from him but felt a bit too woozy to say anything about it. Good boy? But he was 21. And a college man.
Joseph felt his cock hardening as he took the good boy’s hand and led him to the bedroom, the site of the previous wettings. Nathan resisted at first when he saw a giant package of DIAPERS on the bed. And baby powder. NO! NO!
“I’m not wearing fucking diapers!” he yelled with the part of his brain still working.
Joseph squeezed his hand. “Shhh, shhh. First, remember house rule number one. No taking of the lord’s name in vain. That might go over in college or at the bars or in America, but not in this house. But second, most importantly, they aren’t diapers, sweetie.”
“They aren’t diapers, honest. They’re adult pull-ups for people with occasional accidents. That’s it. No diapers. Just to protect you and the bed tonight, k? This is for your own good, remember? Don’t you want Natalia to think you’re mature? And mature people take care of their problems. Mature people who wet wear protection. Immature babies just wet with no consequences. So if we tell her you wear nighttime protection I think she’ll see at as a sign of manly maturity.”
Telling Natalia he wets? And wears pullups? He could imagine her laughter. Again Nathan tried fighting a bit but the strong German brought him over to the bed and sat on it, the college boy standing in front of him.
He pulled down the boy’s pants and then his boxers and slapped his hand away when he tried stopping him. “Don’t interfere or I will spank, so help me.”
Joseph gasped at the cock. So tiny. Maybe an inch all drunken and shriveled. A baby dick for his future baby boy. Perfect. Soon enough he’d have the pubes shaved. He pulled out one of the giant pullups from the package and ignored Nathan’s plea of “No, please, I’ll be a good, I’ll be a good…boy and won’t wet.”
“Leg up,” was Joseph’s only reply as he brought the pullup up the boy’s legs, up his thighs, over the baby clit and then finally high up on his waist, letting it go with a theatrical snap. The boy moaned, almost involuntarily – or maybe it was the drugs – when he’d been fitted into the pullup. A diaper so easily emasculates a young man. Joseph felt the boy’s cock, such as it was, through the material and told him “This will keep you nice and dry. Believe me. Now, you smell like beer and cigarettes so let’s get you into a better shirt.” With that he took the boy’s shirt off and brought out one he’d bought online, a nice one for an adult baby boy, filled with stars. Night night.
The beaten boy accepted the shirt and started climbing into bed but Joseph easily manhandled him and brought him over his lap. The college boy’s ass was on full display. The boy kicked at first but a quick swat to his padded ass brought him to heel.
“Now, Nathan. I said I’d spank if you interfered again. You didn’t but I realized that was your second infraction. After the horrible swearing. So just for tonight, I promise, a quick little spanking to help you start to behave better, okay? I don’t like angry rude drunks so this will help you think twice, okay?”
The boy was crying now, especially as he felt Joseph’s hard cock under his pants. Before he could contemplate that the German brought his hand down on the boy’s ass. Again and again and again and again. Twenty on each cheek, till the boy was howling. The cries brought Joseph’s dog Rufus in to watch and it somehow added to Nathan’s humiliation to have a dog watch him get disciplined. The dog licked Nathan’s face as he was over Joseph’s lap. Both of them were under the control of their owner.
Now Joseph finally put Nathan to bed. He left for a minute and came back with a baba of milk, “to help you sleep and also to help with the hangover. Lots of liquids needed, milk, water.” He fed the boy the bottle and smiled down at his confused, vaguely terrified face as he stroked the boy’s hair.
Finally the boy slept. Rufus laid nearby. Joseph started taking his pics. They’d be for his friends but great blackmail of course as well. Also Nathan wouldn’t be in the pullups for long. He was going to wet so much tonight he’d surely leak through the pullups, no matter how absorbent. that would lead to a spanking – “I’m at my wit’s end, I don’t know what else to do,” Joseph would say. “This hurts me more than it hurts you,” he’d lie.
He’d let him leak through the pullups one more night, then he’d introduce real adult diapers to him. Thick. Crinkly. The type that would make the boy waddle. They’d be pink too because Joseph wanted a sissy girl. He’d tell him it was all the store had. He’d threaten the blackmail. Then he’d make sure his charge had daytime accidents. Peeing and pooping. WHich would lead to daytime diapers. Thick, daytime diapers, impossible to hide from classmates, professors or Natalia. He’d babify him some more. Refuse to allow him to eat adult food with adult silverware. “Babies can’t be trusted,” he’d tell his bibbed boy as he spoonfed him slop and babyfood and rubbed it in his hair. He’d start to bathe him. “We want Natalia to not have to smell the dirty diapers you’re in 6 hours a day, right?” and somehow the logic would make sense to the increasingly muddled mind of the college boy. He’d parade the boy around the Berlin malls in his thick diapers. Change him in the public restrooms. He’d lock a cage on that little clit, tell him “it’ll help you perform with Natalia if you ever get her in bed. This way your sperm won’t be wasted.” And inevitably, he’d have the boy on his knees. Diapered. Bonneted. Bibbed. Plugged. Or maybe in dirty diapers, he hadn’t decided yet. Regardless, he’d be kneeling, taking Joseph’s hard cock into his virgin mouth, all while a secret camera recorded the perverted setpiece.
In a few months the boy would go home incontinent. Broken. Maybe regressed. That’s if he went home at all. Joseph had friends in the darker corners of the internet who would pay top dollar for an attractive American diaperboy. The boy could be dropped off at the train station on his way home and just….vanish. Taken to some country to be kept diapered, drugged and fucked for good. Joseph wasn’t sure if he’d go that far. Could be kind of amusing sending him home to his parents incontinent and imbecilic. For now he’d enjoy his diaperboy in pullups. And then enjoy his diaperboy in diapers.
