MASTER XANDER

I'm a Master/Pup Handler and a Daddy to an Wonderful Little and Sissypup i am gentle until u need a strict Mentor

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[bebesissy46130]

dommage pas en francais

[purveyor-of-porn]

[slavescotty]

Would love to see him locked up in rubber - starting with a cock sheath - then adding a black rubber catsuit (rear entry w/ lock) then add a bondage harness Add rubber toe socks and gloves and locking wrist and ankle cuffs - then a straight jacket, and collar. Next add a rubber hood - red ball gag in the mouth and finally a locking muzzle over top of it all! There’s my rubber bondage slave!!!!

Here is one of my favorite stories:

Mansion by the Lake My new lakeside property was a small cottage – nothing too beer commercial-ish, but it would serve for weekends of partying and enjoying some time away from the city. I was lucky in that the lake was small and there were no powerboats on it. Most of the land on the lake, as well as the surrounding area was all crown land, so I didn’t worry much about trespassers or anyone else for that matter. The road in was a long dirt road that took almost 30 minutes of driving before it even hit one of the main back roads. My only neighbor was all the way across the lake, albeit in a rather sizable mansion that towered over the northern view of the water. I had spent the first few months fixing up the place – it was old and mouldy but with a few weeks worth of work looked almost brand new.

It was about the start of June, when we had one of our usual Northern-Ontario heavy rainstorms. It started with huge gusts of wind, and was followed by a night of spectacular rain, thunder and lightning. The power went off relatively early, so I spent most of the night watching the thunder from my porch before I got cold and went to bed. I loved the sound of the rain rattling on the roof, and the thunder from inside my warm blankets.

Waking up in the morning, however, it became clear that the rain had been more fierce than I thought – there were branches and leaves everywhere – clearly the trees had gotten quite the shake. The power was still out, and taking a walk up the road, I could see that the power lines had been absolutely felled by several trees which had been completely knocked over. The was no way to drive over them either, and it would be several solid hours of walking before I would see another vehicle, let alone be in cell phone range.

Then I thought of my neighbor, his house used a separate road, and he might still have power. At the very least he might have a chainsaw that I could use to cut the logs off the road. I took a walk all the way around the property to his side of the lake. As I got closer I saw repeated “no trespassing” signs all over the property. A few hundred meters out, when the property opened up into a clearing, the huge looming mansion came into view. There was a van parked out front as well as a truck, so I could only assume that the owner was home, but the lights were all dark. Even worse, a large barbed wire fence surrounded the area. A sign on it read that it was electrified.

I followed the fence to the front gate and saw that there was a large intercom. I tried hitting the buzzer but no sound came out of it. I thought perhaps his power was off so I tried touching the gate. No effect!

Suddenly, I heard a strange moan come from the direction of the house. I looked around and saw a dark figure come stumbling out of the front door. It seemed to be hugging itself and walking in a stilted fashion.

“Hello?”, I shouted.

Another moan responded, and as the figure came closer I could see that he was dressed head to toe in black rubber. He appeared to be in a black rubber straitjacket, and a muzzle covered his face. He “ran” directly up to the gate and did a strange little dance.

“Are you ok?”, I asked.

He shook his head, no.

“Do you need help?”

He nodded.

I opened the gate, and he sped out of there, past me, down the road, back towards my place. I caught up with him and slowed him down. I tried to unbuckle the muzzle but found that it was actually locked on! From the looks of it… all the rubber gear he was wearing was held in place with a lock. I struggled to see if I could open it, but to no avail.

“Its locked – are there keys inside?”

He shook his head violently. I could see panic in the eyes, this guy really wanted out.

“Ok… I might have some tools back at my place, are you ok to go in there?”

The rubber guy nodded quickly.

I brought him into the cottage and quickly shut the door behind me. I took a brief look outside but no one seemed to be around. I guided my guest to a chair and sat him down. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and said: “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The second my hand touched the rubber I noticed how smooth it felt and I suddenly was aware of the odor of latex just steaming off of the poor guy. I quickly snapped back into reality, realizing that I had been gently stroking his shoulder, taking in the texture, and that he was probably terribly frightened already. Being in such a vulnerable position, he probably would not appreciate it in the slightest.

“You’re going to be OK,” I said reassuringly, hoping that would ease him a bit.

I pushed other thoughts aside and ran down to the basement to find some tools. I opened up the toolbox and immediately found a pair of scissors, I held them for a second and then thought that maybe he wouldn’t want me cutting him out of that outfit, but rather would want me to get the locks off. No way would I be able to pick it, but I did have a set of bolt cutters that would work. I grabbed them from the wall and ran upstairs.

“Hold still a second, bud,” I said. “I’ll have you out of there in a jiffy!”

I first clipped the lock holding his muzzle on, and unstrapped it from his face. I then unbuckled the ball gag underneath.

“Thanks so much!” he blurted out. “Please… get me out of this thing!”

“Ok… no problem, I’m working on it.”

I hastily clipped the rest of the locks running down the straitjacket, the ankle restraints, and the harness that I discovered he was wearing underneath it all. I piled it all on the table next to me. My guest stood up and stretched, the tight rubber creaking all around him. He pulled the mask off and I could see that he was no older than I was, maybe about 27 or 28.

“Please get the zipper in the back,” He said, and I unzipped the suit. He pulled his shoulders and arms out, sweat spilling out onto the floor. He must have been in there for some time. Gloves, boots, even rubber toed socks came off and were piled together. He stood before me naked, drenched in sweat.

“Thank you… I thought I’d never get out of there,” he sighed, sounding quite relieved. “My name is Matt.”

“Ok Matt, I’m Ryan,” I held my hand out and we shook. “Have a seat, I’ll get you a towel and some clothes. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you like.” I came back a moment later with a towel and a set of jeans and a t-shirt.

“Again, thanks. Do you have a phone?”

I shook my head, no. “The storm took out the phone and cable. I was without power until this morning.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’ve been pretty incommunicado for the last month. I imagine there are some people pretty worried about me.”

“Oh?” I was burning with curiosity already, but didn’t want to push. “Is everything ok, I mean… well this just isn’t a usual way of meeting people. Do you live down the lake?”

Matt wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’m fine – really. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I can give you a ride into town after you shower up, we’ll have to wait until the county guys get here to clear the road, I’m afraid. There’s some fallen trees blocking it.”

Matt nodded carefully, taking a look out of a nearby window. “That would be great. Sorry if I seem a bit sketchy.”

“No problem. Those clothes should fit you just fine – you look like you’re pretty much the same size as me. They’re just old clothes for kicking around in so it’s really no problem.”

I put the pot on for coffee and then saw him to the bathroom. He closed the door and the shower started running. Where did this guy come from? Obviously he was up to some kind of bondage thing in that outfit, and he seemed a bit embarrassed. He really didn’t need to – I had seen pictures like that on the Internet and was highly curious about it. He did also seem a bit scared, and that only served to deepen my curiosity. I had never even seen my neighbor and this guy didn’t seem to live on the lake. This raised the question if maybe another person was back at the house, also in some kind of trouble.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of joe. Sipping at it I returned to the table and saw the pile of black, slimy rubber lying flaccidly on the table. I grabbed the suit and shook it out a bit. As the suit made a low rumbling noise, almost a little like thunder. Sweat dripped out of the legs and dribbled onto my shoe. The scent of sweat and latex together was overwhelming, slightly sickly but inviting and familiar. I could feel an erection forming. I slid my hand into the armpit of the suit just letting it glide a little bit into the arm. Lubed with sweat I could feel the now cold, smooth rubber gripping around my hand and forearm, I felt as if I could just slide right in, it was practically sucking me right in –

I heard a cough from nearby and saw Matt standing there. He was freshened up considerably and now dressed in normal clothes. He had a bit of a smirk on his face. I turned a bit red and tried to pull my arm out quickly as I lay the suit back on the table. Half of it flopped down but it was obviously stuck to my forearm.

“I made coffee,” I said quite feebly, obviously embarrassed.

Matt chuckled a little. “It’s ok. I get it.”

He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot and mug that I had set out for him. He poured himself a cup. He took a sip. “Are you into rubber?”

“Well… I mean I’ve seen photos on the Internet,” I waffled, not sure what to say.

“What sort of photos?” he grinned.

“Photos of men looking pretty much like you did about five minutes ago,” I blushed. “Some of the heavier ones where they looked like the gimp in Pulp Fiction, I always wondered what it was like to be that guy.“

“Have you ever done anything with it?” Matt casually sipped at his coffee.

I thought about it for a second. I had spent a fair bit of time perusing some fetish sites on some lonely nights, but never really thought seriously about it. “Well I guess that I thought that it was something that weird people did. Dangerous people. I wasn’t ready to find out the hard way that I couldn’t trust them.”

“Understandable…. Believe me… completely understandable,” he smiled an odd smile, and sat down at the table, looking casually out the window, across the lake to my neighbor’s house. “You can try that stuff on if you like.”

I pulled my hand out quickly and it felt cold in the open air. “I couldn’t really…”

“Why not?” he frowned, as if I said something completely absurd. “Listen man, you can have it. All of it. I’m not going to put it on again.”

I should have sensed something was wrong, but my ears were hot and just hearing the idea of being inside the suit made me instantly rock hard. My cock was begging to be let out of my jeans. Seeing Matt wearing my jeans and a t-shirt, the same muscular build, the same height, he was obviously my size, I would have no problem fitting into the rubber. I thought about how he looked when I first laid eyes on him, embodying a fantasy that I barely knew I had. Now the idea was just burning a hole right through me.

Matt must have been reading my mind. “Look, we’re obviously the same size. Just go for it, I’ll help you out. “

I hesitated for a second, but before I could stop myself I was peeling off my shirt. “So… what is your story anyway? How did you end up here?’

Matt took another glance across the lake. For a split second I thought I saw someone walking on the property, but I wasn’t sure. Matt didn’t seem concerned.

“Well, I work at a bar in Toronto, I’m going to school part time. Pretty regular sort of life really… as you might have guessed I also had an interest in fetish and bondage. Just like you, I read about it on the internet and became a little obsessed. Mostly just obsessed with looking at pictures and reading stories.”

I peeled off my underwear, revealing my hard cock dripping with precum and picked up the suit. Matt stood up picking something up off the table. “You should really put on the cock sheath. Trust me, your cock feels better in the suit surrounded by another layer of rubber. Here, I’ll help you out.”

The rubber sheath slid right over my package and tightened like a cock ring at the base. I bobbed my cock up and down once, and felt it grow inside. The rubber confines stretched around my member, looking sleek and black. Matt then picked up the suit, shook it back out into shape and held it open before me.

“Climb on in!” He chirped with a smile. I put one foot in, and then the other. Matt pulled it up around me, and it could feel the perfect fit sliding up my legs. An electric tingle ran up my body as it hugged me tight. “…so anyway… I actually lurked on a couple of the sites for a long time. I didn’t post a photo for almost a year, and when I did I immediately got tons of hits.”

“I don’t blame them. You’re pretty cute.”

“Heh thanks. You’re not bad yourself, man,” Matt said as he tugged the rubber up onto my hips. “There really isn’t much of a rubber community in Toronto – from the internet it seems like it’s all in other countries. I really sold myself on the idea that I wanted to try experiencing a true, inescapable session of total rubber enclosure and slavery, at least for a little while. Really, finding sane people into that kind of thing is really hard.”

I slid my arms into the sleeves and pushed forward. The rubber came up onto my shoulders and greased with sweat started clinging to my chest. Matt zipped up the back and the entire suit seemed to tighten around my back, shoulders and neck. I moved around a bit, my skin feeling more alive than I had ever known it. I felt ready to come right through the suit and knock a wall down with the force of it.

“This is awesome!”

“I know!” Matt laughed. I started feeling myself all over. “Have a seat!”

I sat down and Matt picked the socks off the table. “Trust me, it’s better when it’s all over you. If you like that – you’re gonna love this.”

Matt started working the rubber socks onto my feet. He then slid the boots on. They took a minute to lace up as they ran practically up my entire shin. An ankle restraint was then buckled on overtop. I stood up, walking around, feeling it move on my body.

“Anyway, so I finally talked to this one guy online. Sounds like he’s a dedicated rubberist. He definitely had a ton of gear in his photos. Sounded pretty sane and definitely wanted to get into a lot of the same stuff that I was into. So I arranged a time and place to meet – local bar, nothing fancy.”

Matt worked up the tight elbow length gloves onto my arms and buckled the wrist restraints on. He picked up the harness: “You want to try this?”

Thinking of the many photos I’d seen of rubber gimps that were clad in a similar harness how could I say no? I wasn’t locked in after all. I nodded my head. He started strapping it on me.

“Awesome. Man, this looks great on you, I think even better than it looked on me,” Matt said, admiring his handiwork. “So I met this guy, and turned out to be pretty down to earth, used to be a doctor, now he just plays the stocks all the time – never loses. We met at a hotel a couple of times and he let me experiment with different types of gear, seemed really enthusiastic, and I’ll admit he pushed my limits in the best way possible.”

“Sounds great! Where do I find this guy?” I joked. Matt pulled the mask from the table, and without asking stepped behind me and pulled it over my head. The feeling of it tightening around my face was indescribable. I felt my identity slip away. “I have got to see a mirror.”

“One second, you need a finishing touch,” Matt grabbed the collar from the table and buckled it onto my neck. I felt instantly more submissive, like a rubbered thing. I walked to a mirrior hanging in the doorway and was surprised at the black alien figure staring back at me. I thought I couldn’t get any hornier, but my cock just seemed to grow harder and harder. I had become that rubber gimp I always fantasized about. Well, sort of… no one was tying me up in this gear.

“You look great, really great,” Matt exclaimed. Even he seemed excited. I was running my rubbered hands all over my body. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I wandered back by the table. A few stray pieces of gear still lay on the table, one of them quite formidable. I took a cautious breath.

“Oh, the straitjacket,” Matt nodded. He picked up and held it up. “Maybe you don’t want to get into that. It’s a bit much all at once. You can kind of get into a bit of a frenzy where you just want everything on you at once.”

“I’ll say!”, I laughed.

Matt took another glance out the window. “What the heck right? It’s not like I’m going to go anywhere on you. You said yourself the road is blocked.”

I shrugged, thinking far too much with my pecker and not thinking for a second about the dangerous territory I was skirting. I held my arms out and he draped the straight jacket over them. He moved around the back and zipped up the rear of the jacket, and started pulling buckles on the back tight.

“Where was I? Oh yeah… so finally we meet one weekend and he gets me totally rubbered up, head to toe, pretty much like you are now. This was the usual for us by this point. Only instead of going to the hotel, we decided to go to his house, as it had his entire and extremely sizable gear collection.”

Matt pulled my arms across my body, buckling them in place. A strap come over the front providing them no movement. A crotch strap tightened on my inner thighs and there was no way I could get out of this jacket on my own. My temperature seemed to skyrocket and I could feel my own sweat filling the suit. I tried to move but all I felt was rubber grinding on rubber. I was positively elated.

“So we get up there and he leads me down to his basement, it’s a dungeon. I mean a real dungeon. If there’s a weird bondage contraption you’ve seen online – he’s got it. Most importantly it’s got a real cell and the door opens only with a key code that he knows, some kind of electric, digital lock gizmo. I was totally excited for a real bondage session with this guy; I’d been having such a great time. Then he starts talking about control, and taking total control over me, making me a 24/7 rubber slave, at least eventually. I don’t mean starting slow and working up to 24/7 – I mean he wanted to start at 24/7 but I was supposed to be less than a slave – that was what he wanted me to work up to.”

Suddenly I started coming back to reality. Why did I feel like his story was taking a turn for the worst? “Matt, why don’t I like where this is going?”

Matt led me to the couch, carrying the rest of the gear with him. He sat me down.

“Well, for starters…” He pinched my nose unexpectedly, but instinctually I opened my mouth. He shoved the red rubber ball gag in and buckled it behind my head. I tried pushing it out with my tongue but to no avail. I tried to sit up but Matt sat on my lap, pinning me. He slipped the muzzle over my head and quickly strapped it all on tightly. I shook my head side to side screaming into the gag, but it was obvious that the sound was far too muffled, and we were far too isolated. Matt grabbed my chin and held it still.

“Shhhhhh… You see I didn’t want to be a 24/7 anything except being a student. It was way too much, but he never even gave me the opportunity to say ‘no’. I was his rubber THING for over a month, held in that dungeon. Oh, there was some horny times, yeah, but I wanted my life back. I had almost given up hope on the idea when the power went out. He must have been asleep when it happened. I think some kind of safety feature opened up the electronic locks and I was able to walk right out the door – and into your arms. This is the first time I’ve worn anything but rubber in all that time. Oh, and since you asked where you could find this guy – well, he’s looking in the window right now!” Startled, I looked behind me to the window out to the deck and saw a tall, muscular, bald man, probably in his late forties. He was dressed like a biker but all in rubber, aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face was cold and expressionless. Matt pulled me up to my feet.

“Boy,” the man’s voice was deep and commanding. I got an instant chill. “Did you really think you’d get away?”

Matt stood his ground. “Sir – I’m done. I don’t want this anymore. It was dumb luck that I got away and you won’t get me that easily again without a real fight. I’m not stupid – I won’t go telling anyone about this. I just want to go home and go back to my life. I’ll call it a fun misadventure.”

“You think it’s just that easy, Boy?” the man snarled.

“Maybe not. Maybe I’ll want to come back to you. I doubt it. I’ve had enough,” Matt’s voice trembled. He too was genuinely afraid. Me… I was shaking. “I’ve found a replacement though. He’s hungry for it – more than I was, I think. I’ll give him to you and that makes me an accomplice. Then we’re both happy. You know I can’t turn you in, and I can leave.”

I started shrieking hysterically inside my rubber prison. I tried to make a break for it, running past the rubber man as he stepped into my cottage. He snapped an arm out and caught me by the neck. His other hand went directly to my cock and he gripped my still hard member.

“Mmmm,” he growled. “He’s horny. Very horny.”

“You see?” Matt pleaded. “He’s perfect, Sir. Take him with you – he can be your new slave or whatever the fuck it is you want. I’m going to take a long walk into town, and catch a bus back to Toronto. You’ll have your hands full starting your…. Training all over again.”

The man sniffed me like the bouquet of a fine wine. “Ok boy. You have a deal. Don’t think I won’t come looking for you eventually. We have unfinished business.”

The man pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to my collar. He started pulling me out the door, and down the road to his house. “Alright boy, I guess it’s you and me now. You and I are going to have to work very hard over the next couple of days sorting a few things out.”

I pulled as best I could but I had no leverage at all. What was even worse was that a part of me I think really wanted to go with him. Either way, I was about to find out the rubber horrors that lay beyond the dark windows of that mansion by the lake.

I was practically dragged by the neck all the way down the road. Completely unable even to look back to see the safety of my home quickly falling away from me, nor able to see the treacherous man that I tried to help, I could only focus instead on the house quickly looming over me. The windows of the house seemed black and empty, hungry even and I was utterly panicked but unable to fight in any way at all.

As we entered the front gate, my captor paused for a moment to shut the gate and flipped a switch. There was a humming noise and I could only assume that the fence was now electrified. Presumably it had been knocked out by the same storm that had affected the power at my cottage earlier. Even if I was able to get out of my rubber prison, there was at least one more obstacle that I would have to plan to get past.

We entered through the front door, and I only had a few seconds to notice the opulence of the interior – clearly my captor was a man of considerable means given the nature of the interior décor. It was a very classical design, riddled with antiques and art – somewhere beyond the scent of rubber I could smell the distinct odor of fine cigars and mahogany. All this was moot however as we raced through the first floor directly to a large metal door opening to a cellar. My captor punched in an elaborate code into a keypad on the door, and it unlocked with a heavy click. There followed another such door at a vestibule before entering the rest of the basement.

There were only a few rooms with the doors open where I could make out what was inside. One was a carefully-marked equipment room, in which I could make out several devices of torture, as well as rubber and leather clothing, gas masks and boots. Another was a gym of some kind although I didn’t recognize all of the equipment. The man was huge however, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a very particular regimen. We stopped at a door that opened into what could only be described as a cell. Inside were only a steel toilet, a steel sink, and a bench with a mattress, which also had a rubber mattress cover on it. I was sat down and my collar was clipped to a hook on the wall.

“Stay right here, boy,” the man said, and walked quickly out of the room.

I could hear him shuffling with something down the hall so I immediately started thrashing about trying to release myself. It was to no avail. The straitjacket provided me with absolutely no leverage at all, and the best that I could do was feel my rubbered arms sliding about in the smooth interior. There was no way to generate enough force or violence to be able to escape. I was completely trapped inside. I gave up and sat back panting for a few minutes before he returned carrying a box with several items inside.

He first dumped several padlocks out onto the bench beside me and locked the restraints on my legs before locking them together. Another lock was attached to my collar.

“You are not going to be able to walk anywhere in a hurry and your collar is locked to the wall,” my captor said. “I am going to take off your straitjacket; if you make any trouble you will regret it very quickly. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded. This man wasn’t going to take any chances and I would have to wait until later for a slip-up. He reached forward and unbuckled the straitjacket. He then applied locks to each of the buckles on my harness. My wrist restraints were removed but quickly replaced with a pair of rubber mitts rendering my hands completely useless. They too, were then locked together. He lit a cigar and stood before me, admiring his work.

“Alright boy, when you earn the right to speak, you will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’”, he commanded. “I will call you whatever the fuck I want. As you may have guessed, yes, I kept your friend Matt here for some time. He might have told you it was against his will but I can assure you that he enjoyed it far too much for it to be involuntary. From the size of your hard-on I can only assume that you are much the same.

Number one, I have fixed the fail-safe in my backup generator, so even if the power is out, the doors will remain locked. They will not open automatically as before. The electric fence outside will remain electrified. Furthermore…”

“Master” removed a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. An intense searing shock came from my collar and I was instantly immobilized. I screamed quickly but the cry was severely muffled by my gag and muzzle.

“I carry this with me at all times. Now that the power is back up on the fence you will be unable to walk more than 25 meters beyond without it triggering automatically. I have it set currently to the medium setting; however, walking outside the perimeter will automatically trigger it at the highest.

Obviously, I have quite the obsession with rubber. I have always wanted to have the ultimate rubber companion and have for years thought about the training and conditioning that I wanted it to have. I had already started an aggressive program with Matt, but he managed to escape before it took hold, thanks to nothing more than a simple power failure. I have already taken steps to ensure that it won’t happen again.

You might be able to escape from your restraints down here, but before you even reach the upstairs, you will be unable to make it past the electric locks on the doors. Do not think that I don’t want to have you upstairs with me – there is much that I want you to do up there, but for now this will be your world.

Right now you are only to be an object of pure rubbered physicality. Your body is mine to use and shape as I see fit. You are a pure Gimp for nothing more than my enjoyment and your training. As I see eagerness and obedience grow in you, I will start small, and eventually you will be in a position to start obeying more complex desires, in which case I will start training you as my Puppy. If you can learn the kind of devotion and obedience that I expect of a dog successfully then I may teach you how to be a Slave worthy of serving my needs, yet worthy of some greater levels of autonomy and expression, a chance to have some of yourself back. If you can earn those privileges you will eventually become my Boy, hopefully a rubber man who has finally realized all that I can teach and give him, and completely willing to continue to submit to my authority. I guarantee with each of these titles that you earn, you will find yourself glowing with pride.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I am speaking of your achievements possibly years down the line and you have only been here a few minutes. I’m sure that right now you are terrified and alone – and rightly so, this is an incredibly fearsome first step you have taken and not of your own will. I have some further preparations to make, so there is no time like the present to begin your conditioning. Come with me…”

He clipped a leash to my neck and unclipped me from the wall. We shuffled down the hall to a room full of different racks, elaborate chairs, slings, and crosses. I was sat down into a fearsome leather barber’s chair covered in straps. The D-rings on my collar, harness and restraints were all clipped in place and additional restraints added on. All the while my mind was racing – he intended me to stay here for years – forever really from the sounds of things, and indulge in some perverse education of his? I wanted to cry, I had never felt so helpless before.

“Now, I am going to get a look at my plaything. Don’t even try to speak or I will activate the collar.”

Master removed the muzzle, gag and mask. My head was dripping with sweat, it ran down my face and into my eyes. Master dried my head with a towel.

“Excellent. A fair trade for Matt if I may say so. You are a good looking boy, and I must say that rubber really does become you. Good thing, as it is all you are going to be wearing for some time. Matt had been wearing almost nothing but, for over a month – you should expect much longer before your skin is allowed to touch anything else.”

Master ran his hand through my hair, frowning.

“This hair is far too long, though, and not something that you have earned. It will have to go.”

From nearby, master pulled a set of clippers and without hesitation set to buzzing all of the hair from my head, long locks of it falling pathetically into my lap. These were quickly brushed aside and he swept up. He then held up a mirror for me to see. looked up I was shaved completely bald. I could hardly recognize myself at all. For a second I thought that someone else was looking back. He was right though, seeing myself bound completely in rubber my horniness came back with a vengeance. I’ll admit, I’d fantasized about similar scenarios, but the reality of it was utterly terrifying. I blamed it on blind nervous energy. I’d heard before about soldiers that experienced erections during battle for the same reason.

“Not bad,” Master said. “Normally I like a nice crew cut or a high-and-tight on my boy, but you will earn that look in time. For now the tactile experience of a regularly shaved head will allow you to enjoy THIS…”

With that he forced a gas mask with a rubber hood over my face. It was already lubed on the inside allowing it to slide directly on, despite how tight it was. Some kind of internal gag forced its way into my mouth. It was pumped up and I could feel the bit swelling in my mouth. Tubes fit directly into my nostrils. Earbuds almost naturally fell into my ear cavity and a white noise could be heard starting up. Master unzipped my cock and placed what felt like a large suction device of some kind up to it, with a slow rhythm starting to slowly jerk me off. A trolley with several TV monitors was rolled up in front of me and switched on. A sweet scent started to pump into the gas mask, though the air seemed clearer somehow. The screens flickered to life with videos of rubber and bondage pornography playing on each.

Master’s voice came into the earbuds.

“Just lie back and enjoy the show, boy. Don’t fight it. I will be monitoring closely. This is the first of many such sessions that I will expect you to complete, so try to adjust yourself accordingly. I will be back soon – don’t worry, I have your breathing on a monitor which will alert me if there is a problem.”

Scene after scene of erotic rubber pleasure played before me. The suction of the device rose and fell, never quite seeming to bring me to climax. I would get so close and then be denied as the system slowed itself down. A constant mesmerizing beat played slowly in my ear.

Even more horrifyingly, scenes showing removal from bondage, removal of rubber, or even normal sex, normal life were met with a series of painful shocks from the collar. My earbuds would play a harsh, erratic tone. I made the connection quickly – I was to associate only pleasure with being a rubber gimp, and a complete aversion to anything else. I was only to enjoy being his rubber plaything, and any other thoughts were to be pushed aside.

The first of many such sessions? How many is many? A month was not enough to keep Matt from escaping and that was only after he was given a miracle opportunity of Master’s elaborate security breaking down. Surely Master would be planning for this too – so how long would this phase of training continue? A month? Two months? A year?

The shocks ended and the slow jerking off began again. The cycle continued for what seemed like hours… how long was this to go on? I completely lost track of time and could concentrate only on the sheer pleasure of my situation.

[uklincsboi]

There is much inside me that yearns for this. But some of me that makes me fearful.

[axxwolf]

@pupranger16

[rubberbondageboy]

Maybe if I can find the house and sneak in I can take his place

[torturesadist]

Love this story. What I aspire to be. To have a mansion such as this with those wonderful dungeon facilities.

[leathersub01]

In its wildest dreams this would happen to it.

[pane-pig]

pig reblogged this AWESOME story before (under its previous profile name that the Tumblr gestapo removed!), and it is so glad it found it again. We all know the dangers associated with this, and that it’s total fiction, but it is one of the HOTTEST reads, and gets this pig insanely horny! OINK! 🐷

[oinkpig]

What a great story!

[lilbabybren]

“Okay, Bren. While your daddies are away, you’ll be staying with Uncle Richard. And under Uncle Richard’s roof, all good baby boys wear pink, drink from baby bottles, and play nicely with their toys. Are you a good baby boy? Or a bad baby boy who needs discipline?”

[submit-obey-serve]

Change of dinner plans

SIR enjoys confusing HIS fag with what time of day it is. There is no daylight in the dungeon so fag's growling stomach was the only way it could make a rough guess of what time of day it was. Most days meals were normally served on a steel cafeteria style tray that fag would eagerly lick clean followed by a bottle of SIR'S piss.

fag knew SIR was going to have a busy day elsewhere when it was left with a meal prepped bottle of slop instead. As usual, the substance had been thoughtfully made to be flavorless and unenjoyable. It had all the nutrition fag needed for survival and often included SIR'S piss, fiber pills and the occasional sedative. Blended or not... meals were always the same portion to leave fag feeling almost full. On longer days... fag would get two bottles of slop. 1 ready to consume. The other ... frozen... to be eaten hours later. fag would often uncomfortably hold onto the bottle for it to thaw quicker. Some days, for HIS amusement, SIR would delay the meal 3 hours or so making the fag even more eager for food. To a point SIR could hear it's stomach. That sound is always amusing. When that hungry fag wouldn't mind compromising bondage positions while eating. Nor the heavy boot on it's head when face down in the bowl of gruel.

[oinkpig]

Feeding time should be humiliating for it

[daverednal]

Wag wag

[oinkpig]

proud puppy showing off its new tail

[lilbabybren]

I was told to have some “tummy time” but I wasn’t allowed to unlock or make stickies 😭 I just had to hump in my crinkly diapee until I got frustrated or tired. All that humping wore me out, it might be time for a nap 😴

[imaginepup]

kickies baby✨️

[primarycolordinosaurs]

Part 2

Because some people have been asking for it, here's the second part to my little cuckold ABDL story.

The plastic crinkled beneath him as Ethan shifted his weight in the crib, the sound echoing in his ears. His fingers trembled against the crib rails—he could climb out right now, rip this stupid onesie off, and storm out. But something kept him rooted in place, his thighs pressing together against the thick padding between them. Curiosity? Desire? Jared’s words looped in his head: "Soaked. Messy. However you wanna get there." The humiliation burned, but deeper still, a traitorous heat coiled low in his stomach and in the spreading blush across his face.

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, grinding his teeth around the pacifier. It shouldn’t feel this good—the way the diaper bunched between his legs, the way Jared’s hands had lingered on his hips like he was something precious. He wasn’t supposed to like this. But the thought of Jared’s approval—his deep, rumbling praise—sent a jolt through him. What would it look like, to be a good boy for another man?

A tear slid down his cheek, and he hated himself for it. He was crying—actually crying—like some over-tired toddler. He sucked harder on the pacifier, the rhythmic motion steadying him against the storm in his chest. The crib smelled faintly of baby powder, and god, why did that make his throat tighten?

The diaper rustled as he pressed his thighs together, testing the sensation. Thick and undeniable. He could almost hear Jared’s voice again, that teasing lilt: "You’re being such a good boy." Ethan bit down on the pacifier, a whimper escaping him. He hated how much he wanted to hear that again.

His stomach twisted. Was he really considering this? He could feel himself teetering on the edge—one moment away from giving in or bolting. Fine. Fine. He’d do it—just to see. Just to know. His stomach clenched as he let go, the warmth spreading between his legs slowly. The scent hit him immediately—earthy and his—and he buried his face in the crib mattress with a choked noise. He was a baby. A baby with a messy diaper.

The diaper sagged heavier now, clinging to him in ways he couldn’t ignore. He shuddered, pressing his thighs tight together as the humiliation—and something darker, hotter—settled deep in his belly. His pacifier bobbed as he swallowed hard. Jared would know, immediately. He’d come back and see—and god, Ethan didn’t know if he wanted to die or melt into the crib.

Footsteps echoed down the hall—heavy, deliberate. Ethan’s breath caught. The doorknob turned with a soft click. Jared alone filled the doorway, his expression unreadable for a heartbeat before his lips curled into a slow, approving smile. "Well, well," he murmured, stepping inside. "Look who chose right." His fingers brushed Ethan’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Good boy." The praise sent a jolt through Ethan’s spine, his toes curling against the crib bars.

Jared’s hands slid under Ethan’s armpits, lifting him from the crib with effortless strength. The diaper felt heavy between his thighs, the scent of powder doing little to mask the sharper, more intimate smell beneath. Ethan squirmed, but Jared just chuckled, adjusting his grip like Ethan’s resistance was nothing more than a kitten’s fussing. "Shh, shh," Jared murmured, his breath warm against Ethan’s ear as he carried him to the oversized rocking chair in the corner. "Daddy’s got you."

The chair creaked under their combined weight as Jared settled in, pulling Ethan onto his lap with a firm hand on the small of his back. Then—deliberately, inexorably—Jared pressed down, forcing Ethan’s weight fully into the filled diaper. The squish was immediate, the mess pressing back against Ethan’s skin in a way that made his stomach flip. He gasped around the pacifier, his face burning. Jared’s arm curled around his waist, holding him close. "There we go," Jared rumbled, his voice vibrating through Ethan’s chest. "Feel that? That’s what happens when Daddy’s little boy... just... let's... go."

The words shouldn’t have sent a jolt of heat through him—shouldn’t have made his fingers curl into Jared’s shirt. But they did. Jared’s thumb brushed over Ethan’s lower lip, nudging the pacifier aside just enough to see his mouth. "You’re blushing," Jared observed, amused. "Cute." He tapped the front of Ethan’s diaper, making the plastic crinkle. "But this? This is proof. Proof you’re just a baby. My baby." His hand slid up Ethan’s spine, possessive and warm. "And babies need their daddies to clean up their messes. Don't they?"

The rocking chair swayed gently, the rhythm almost soothing despite the humiliation simmering under Ethan’s skin. Jared’s fingers trailed down to the waistband of the onesie, popping the snaps open one by one with agonizing slowness. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, but Jared tutted, tilting his chin up. "No. Look at me." Ethan’s eyelids fluttered open, meeting Jared’s dark, knowing gaze. "Good boy," Jared murmured, and the praise settled in Ethan’s chest like a brand.

Jared’s fingers traced idle circles over the soaked padding, pressing just enough to make Ethan squirm. The rocking chair creaked beneath them, a slow, rhythmic sound that somehow made everything feel more intimate. Jared leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Feel that mess in there?" he murmured, his voice thick with something between amusement and tenderness. "That’s because you belong in diapers, little one. Your body knows it, even if your big boy brain hasn’t caught up yet."

The mess between his legs was impossible to ignore now—every shift in Jared’s lap sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him. Jared chuckled, low and rich, as if he could hear the frantic pulse of Ethan’s thoughts. "Oh, sweetheart," he sighed, palming the front of the diaper with deliberate pressure. "You’re so embarrassed, aren’t you? But you’re also hard as a rock."

The observation landed like a slap. Ethan’s hips jerked involuntarily, and Jared’s grin widened. "There it is," he crooned, fingers dipping under the waistband just enough to tease. "That’s the part of you that gets it. The part that knows you’re mine."

Ethan whimpered as Jared’s hands settled on his hips, guiding him forward until he straddled Jared’s thick thigh. Jared’s grip tightened, fingers digging into the softness of Ethan’s onesie-covered hips. "Giddy-up, little cowboy," Jared murmured, his voice a dark rumble that sent shivers down Ethan’s spine.

Jared shifted, lifting his knee just enough to press it firmly against the soaked padding between Ethan’s thighs. Ethan gasped, his hands flying to Jared’s shoulders for balance as the motion forced him to rock forward, the friction sending a jolt of heat through him. Jared’s grin was wolfish, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Ethan squirm. "That’s it," he coaxed, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Ride Daddy’s leg like a good little buckaroo."

Ethan’s face burned, his breath coming in short bursts as Jared’s knee nudged him into a slow, rhythmic grind. The diaper bunched with every movement, the mess inside pressing against him in ways that made his stomach turn with humiliation—and something else, something hotter and far more shameful. Jared’s hands slid up his sides, thumbs brushing the underside of his ribs. "You’re gonna love your new life, baby boy," he purred, his breath warm against Ethan’s ear. "Huggies, bottles for bedtime, and Daddy’s lap for whenever you need a little… attention."

The words sent a fresh wavethrough Ethan, his hips stuttering forward despite himself. Jared chuckled again as he pressed his knee up harder, the pressure just shy of unbearable. "See?" Jared murmured, his lips grazing Ethan’s temple. "You’re made for this. Made to be small and helpless and mine. And Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you."

Ethan's thighs trembled as Jared's knee nudged insistently against his padded crotch, forcing him into a slow, rhythmic rock. His onesie hung open now, the snaps undone, exposing the swollen front of his diaper. Jared's thumb traced the wet plastic "You're gonna wake up like this every morning," Jared continued, his voice a dark purr. "Diaper soaked and full, cock aching for Daddy's attention." He tilted Ethan's chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "And you know what happens then?"

Ethan shook his head, his pulse hammering in his throat. Jared grinned. "Daddy changes you," he said, punctuating each word with a sharp upward thrust of his knee. "Cleans you up nice and gentle. Then…" His fingers trailed down to the waistband of the diaper, hooking under the elastic. "Maybe rubs a little lotion on that pretty little cock of yours. Just to take the edge off."

Ethan’s breath hitched as Jared’s fingers teased the waistband of his diaper, the plastic crinkling with every slight tug. The mess between his legs was warm and inescapable, but worse—so much worse—was the way his body arched into Jared’s touch, betraying him completely.

Ethan’s hips stuttered forward helplessly, his fingers clawing at Jared’s shoulders as the pressure built. Jared’s smile was all teeth. "Go on, baby boy. Ride it out." His hands slid down to grip Ethan’s waist, guiding him into a relentless rhythm.

Ethan's vision blurred at the edges, his body moving on autopilot as Jared's hands steered him through each humiliating rock of his hips. The pacifier muffled his whimpers, but nothing could hide the way his thighs trembled or how his cock twitched against the wet padding with every grind. The smell—warm and intimate—filled the space between them.

"Almost there," Jared murmured, his palm pressing flat against Ethan's stomach as if he could feel the tension coiling inside him. His other hand slid down to cup the swollen front of the diaper, fingers kneading the plastic just enough to make Ethan's breath hitch. "Daddy knows. Daddy always knows."

The words shouldn't have unraveled him. But when Jared's thumb pressed down in one firm circle, Ethan's back arched violently, his toes curling as pleasure ripped through him. The diaper grew damp in a whole new way, warmth spreading in sticky pulses as Ethan shuddered, his fingers gripping Jared's shirt like a lifeline. "DADDY!! OH!!"

Jared rocked Ethan through the aftershocks, his touch gentling but never stopping. "There's my good boy," he crooned. "Daddy's perfect little mess."

The rocking chair stilled as Jared cradled Ethan against his chest, his heartbeat steady and slow beneath Ethan’s ear. The pacifier slipped from Ethan’s slack mouth, landing with a soft plop. Jared didn’t seem to mind—just pressed a kiss to Ethan’s sweat-damp forehead and murmured, "Daddy’s got you."

Ethan’s limbs felt boneless, his thoughts syrupy and slow. He should’ve been scrambling away, should’ve been furious, but all he could manage was a weak fist against Jared’s shoulder. Jared caught his wrist effortlessly, bringing Ethan’s fingers to his lips for a teasing nibble. "Uh-uh," he chided. "No hitting. Babies use their words."

Ethan’s cheeks burned. Words. Right. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a hoarse, "Why?"

Jared’s smile was indulgent, like Ethan had asked why the sky was blue. "Because you need this," he said simply, his thumb tracing the waistband of Ethan’s ruined diaper. "Because deep down, you’ve always needed someone to take care of you. To own you." His fingers tightened possessively around Ethan’s hip. "Lucky for you, Daddy loves taking care of his playthings."

The diaper sagged between Ethan’s thighs, warm and heavy, as Jared lifted him effortlessly from the rocking chair. Ethan’s legs dangled, toes brushing the carpet, his onesie hanging open where Jared had unsnapped it earlier. Jared’s hands spanned his waist like he was something delicate—something precious. "Time for a change, baby boy," Jared murmured, his breath hot against Ethan’s temple.

Ethan’s stomach flipped as Jared carried him to the changing table, the vinyl crinkling beneath him as he was laid out like an offering. The overhead light was too bright, too clinical, casting Jared’s shadow over Ethan’s body in a way that made him feel impossibly small. Jared’s fingers hooked under the waistband of the ruined diaper, peeling it back with a slow, deliberate drag that sent a shiver up Ethan’s spine. The cool air hit his damp skin, and he twitched, his cock lying half-hard against his stomach.

Jared hummed, running a thumb along the inside of Ethan’s thigh. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. "All messy for Daddy." His fingers trailed higher, brushing the crease of Ethan’s hip, and Ethan’s breath hitched. Jared’s smile was slow, predatory. "First time a man’s touched you like this, isn’t it?"

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, but Jared’s fingers caught his chin, forcing his gaze up. "Uh-uh. Eyes on Daddy." Jared’s thumb pressed against Ethan’s lower lip, dragging it down just enough to expose the pink beneath. "You’re gonna watch. Gonna learn." His other hand slid down Ethan’s stomach, fingers tracing the outline of his cock with feather-light touches that made Ethan’s hips jerk involuntarily.

Jared chuckled, wrapping his fingers around Ethan’s shaft in a firm grip. "There it is," he murmured, his thumb swiping over the head, smearing pre-come in slow circles. "Daddy’s gonna teach you how good it feels." His strokes were steady, relentless, each one sending jolts of pleasure.

Jared leaned in, his lips brushing Ethan’s ear. "You’re gonna come a second time for Daddy," he whispered, his voice rough with promise. "Gonna let Daddy see how pretty you look when you fall apart in your mess." His thumb pressed against the slit of Ethan’s cock, twisting on the upstroke, and Ethan gasped, his back arching off the table.

Ethan’s vision blurred as the tension snapped, his body shuddering as he came with a broken cry, stripes of white painting his stomach. Jared’s hand didn’t stop, milking him through it until Ethan whimpered, oversensitive and trembling.

Jared peeled the useddiaper away, tossing it into the waiting pail with a wet plop. He didn’t seem to mind the explosion of poop against Ethan's skin—just grabbed a wipe and began cleaning with slow, methodical strokes. "There we go," he murmured, his fingers lingering in the crease of Ethan’s hip. "Daddy’s got baby all nice and fresh."

Ethan shivered, his skin pebbling under Jared’s touch. The cool air bit at his damp flesh, but worse was the way Jared’s gaze lingered—like he was memorizing every twitch, every flush of Ethan’s skin. Jared reached for a fresh diaper, unfolding it with a practiced flick. Ethan’s stomach dropped when he saw the print: Lion King characters frolicking across the padding, Simba’s cartoon face grinning up at him like this was some adorable joke. HUGGIES.

"Back in Huggies," Jared said, tapping the diaper against Ethan’s thigh, "where you never should have left." His smile was all teeth. Ethan’s pulse thudded in his throat as Jared lifted his legs, sliding the diaper beneath him with terrifying ease. It pressed against his skin, the crinkle of plastic deafening in the quiet room. Jared’s thumbs hooked under the waistband, pulling it snug against Ethan’s hips before sealing the tapes with a satisfied pat. "Perfect fit."

[stinky-in-pinky]

Seen And Not Smelled

“So we just finished up dinner at the restaurant," Tessa explained, "and we get back in my car—because of course I had to drive— and what does he do?? He pulls out a fucking strap-on and asks me if I’ll peg him!”

*gasp!*

“Noooo!”

"Stahhp!!

“He had it with him the whole time?!”

“Yup. Full harness, dildo, veins and everything. Just chilling in his bag ready to go, apparently.”

“And what did you say?”

“Oh, I was PISSED!”

“I know, right? I would be too! I mean, this was y’all’s first date and y’all had been talking for—what? Two days?? And he asks you to PEG him?!”

“Oh, I wasn’t offended by that.” Tessa said, waving it off and taking a sip of her wine. “I was offended that he brought one that was so goddamn small.”

“WHAAAT?!?!” The girls shrieked in surprise.

“So what did you do??”

Tessa crooked an eyebrow like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I grabbed mine out of the trunk. Three sizes bigger. Then I drove around to the back of the restaurant, bent him over that same trunk, and fucked his ass right then and there.”

The girls howled with laughter. Hands smacking their thighs as they rolled around on the cushions of the couch.

“He swore up and down that he couldn’t take it. That it was ‘too big’…” Tessa continued, smiling victoriously. “but I made it fit. Made him squeal like a pig, too. Fucked him so hard he jizzed all over the concrete like a little bitch without me even touching his little dick!”

Priya almost snorted wine out of her nose.

Lauren wheezed. “And then what?”

Tessa shrugged, taking another sip. “I drove off. Left him by the dumpster with his pants down and his asshole gaped open. That’s what he gets for making me split the tab!”

The room lost it. Maeve wiping tears of laughter from her eyes before her mascara ran, Lauren doubled over clutching her stomach, Sara fanning herself like she might faint from secondhand glee.

“God DAMN, you’re ruthless! I love it.”

Priya tried to speak through giggles. “Okay, well my story isn’t that good, but I did have one guy last week that—”

She stopped cold. Nose wrinkled.

“Uhh… do you guys smell that?”

Lauren sniffed, face twisting. “Oh! God…yeah. That’s poop.”

Tessa’s eyes flicked down. “Uh… Maeve?”

They all collectively turned their attention from her, to the middle of the floor.

Noah had been there the whole time, kneeling quietly among his Lego bricks, thick cartoon-printed diaper crinkling faintly with every tiny shift.

Maeve sighed, small and resigned. She set her glass down.

“Noah,” she said sweetly, “honey…” she leaned forward and dropped her volume, as if she was about to have a discreet conversation even though all eyes and ears of the girls around could very much hear. “Did you make a stinky, sweetie?” She asked, “Did you have a little…accident?”

Noah didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His face flushed deeper than crimson, eyes glued to the half-finished Lego structure. A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped.

The girls exchanged glances.

Maeve let out a long exhale, then stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt. She walked over, and crouched behind him. Without ceremony she lifted the hem of his t-shirt, exposing the waistband of the diaper. One manicured finger hooked inside the back elastic and tugged it open just enough to peer in.

A pause. Then a low, tired groan.

“Yup,” she muttered, letting the elastic snap back. “Full load. Great timing, babe.”

She stayed crouched there for a second, rubbing her temple.

“Noah...didn't I tell you that tonight you were supposed to be seen and not heard? Did you not thinking that included smelled as well?” She exhaled hard through her nose. “Did you really have to do this right now? In front of my friends?”

Noah’s lower lip trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm s-sorry, Mommy. I had to go but I didn't want to interwupt and I didn't know what to do so I...I..." A soft, choked sob escaped...then another. His whole body shook with quiet, humiliated crying.

Maeve’s face softened immediately. All exasperation and frustration vanishing instantly.

“Oh, baby…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind, pulling him back against her chest in a gentle hug.

“I’m s-s-sorry, Mommy,” he choked out between sobs. “I’m so sorry. The girls are mad at me now. They’re mad and they hate me. I’m gwoss. I’m so gross and I ruined everything! I ruined girls’ night. I didn’t mean to!! I tried to hold it but I couldn’t and now everyone’s mad and the night is ruined because of m-m-me…”

He was having a full-on meltdown. So used to constantly being in Little Space that he forgot what it was like to hold back and save a little dignity. He cried and blubbered and let it all out.

Maeve immediately wrapped her arms around him and rocked him slowly, one hand cradling the nape of his neck, the other patting his heavy, sagging diaper in steady, comforting rhythms. “Shhh!! It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s sorry. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you. You couldn’t help it, could you? I know, sweetie. I know...”

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking him until the sobs eased into sniffles, until his breathing slowed and he leaned into her like he always did when he felt small and safe.

But the room was dead silent. Several long, awkward, heavy beats passed. No laughter, no quick quips, just the faint crinkle of Noah’s diaper as he curled tighter, shoulders shaking with quiet, mortified sobs.

Then Tessa—bold, unflappable Tessa—leaned forward, voice dropping into that warm, deliberate tone she used when she was about to take charge of an awkward moment.

“Hey…" she said softly, leaning forward on the couch, locking eyes with Noah, "...I heard someone has a poopy diaper,” a small smirk creeping up the side of her lip.

Noah's sobbing stopped with a hiccup, panicked.

“And it smells pretty yucky, huh?" Tessa continued, "Like...really gross. Big, stinky, full-on messy load.” She paused, letting the words settle without flinching. “But you know what?”

Noah braced for a brutal remark, something to scold and humiliate him, but it never came. Instead, Tessa smiled.

"It's okay." she said simply.

Noah’s sobs hitched. He lifted his head just enough to peek at her, eyes red-rimmed and incredulous, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned his head off Maeve’s chest, still sniffling, still clinging to her shirt with one fist.

Priya, catching on, smiled and leaned forward. "Aww! Is somewon embarwessed of that big lumpy load in their diapee? Hmm?" She didn’t wait for an answer, just tilted her head, letting a small, knowing smile creep in. "Did you really think we don't know what you do in those things?" she scoffed lightly, teasing but warm "Please! We know all about your pamper-pooping habits. Your mommy's told us all the stories!"

“Yeah…” Lauren joined in, softer, almost conspiratorial. “Did you think a little stink would scare us away? Come on… Like we haven’t heard about the blowouts in the park… or that time at the coffee shop when you two had to duck into the family restroom for an emergency change. We’ve been briefed, baby.”

Noah’s breathing slowed. The tears still slipped down his cheeks, but the frantic edge had dulled. His wide eyes moved from face to face, searching, waiting for the judgment that never came.

Tessa leaned forward reaching out her hand to beckon him. “Come here, little one." she said "Let me check you.”

He glanced at Maeve for reassurance, who smiled and nodded. She gave him an encouraging squeeze before letting him crawl over until he was close enough for Tessa's reach.

"Well go on..." she said, spinning her finger, "turn around so I can see your diaper."

Noah flushed a fresh fuchsia color on his cheeks, hanging his head a bit in shyness as he crinkled around in a circle, exposing his bottom.

There was only a hint of hesitation as Tessa reached out, her palm resting lightly against the thick, sagging seat of Noah's diaper. Lifting it and testing the weight of the heavy load before letting it plop back down.

"Mmm-hmm," Tessa murmured, giving the padded bottom a gentle pat, "That's definitely full!" She leaned in a little bit, giving a sniff, then recoiled. "Oof! Yea! And stinky too!!"

Noah whimpered, flipping back around in shy embarrassment. But Tessa still smiled. “See?” she said. “Still here. Not running. Not grossed out. Nothing scary about that. Just means the diaper did its job. And you did yours.”

Priya mirrored her, extending a finger to poke the side of the bulge, testing the give, like she was checking ripeness on fruit. A soft crinkle-squish. She raised an eyebrow at Maeve.

“Your mommy thinks we’ve never smelled a dirty diaper before. As if we don’t know exactly what kind of boyfriend she’s got.”

Lauren leaned in last, giving the padded bottom a single, affectionate squeeze, enough to make Noah squeak and bury his face deeper, but the squeeze lingered warm and steady.

“We expected you to dookie in your diaper eventually,” she murmured. “It’s what diapers are for, silly! That's why you wear them. No one’s mad. Promise.”

Noah’s lower lip quivered once more, but this time the tears that fell were slower, quieter. He sniffled hard, wiped his nose on the back of his wrist, and—almost against his will—a tiny, wobbly smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Maeve exhaled a long, shaky breath of relief. She rubbed slow circles on his back and looked around the circle at her friends, eyes shining. “Thank you,” she whispered. “All of you.”

Tessa just shrugged one shoulder, still smiling down at Noah. “Told you. We’re not going anywhere.”

Maeve swallowed, nodded, thanked them again for their understanding, then stood up straight. “I’m going to take him to the bedroom and change him real fast. I’ll be right—”

"What?"

"No way!" Priya waved her off. "Don’t hide the fun! He’s right here. Change him on the floor. We want the full show!”

Lauren nodded eagerly. “Yeah, come on. Live entertainment. We’ve seen the meltdown, might as well get the rest.”

Tessa leaned closer. “Please? It’s hilarious. And...kind of hot. In a weird way.”

“Okay, well… I dunno about ‘hot,’" Priya said, "but it definitely is… cute. Intimate.” She gave a small, reluctant smile.

The other girls murmured agreement, “Totally cute.”

Maeve exhaled. “Fine. But if anyone makes him cry, you’re all out.”

The girls squealed and clapped their hands in excited victory.

Maeve paused, hand still resting on Noah’s back. She looked down at hi, brushing a thumb across his damp cheek. “Baby?” she asked, voice low and private despite the audience. “You okay if Mommy changes you right here? Let the girls see how I take care of you when you have a big accident?”

Noah hesitated, eyes flicking toward the circle of faces. None of them mocking, all of them waiting with quiet patience. He swallowed hard, then gave the smallest nod. His voice came out tiny, cracked but steadying. “…Okay, Mommy.”

Maeve pressed a kiss to his head. “Alright then.”

She reached for the changing pad she kept folded nearby (always prepared), shook it out across the center of the rug, and smoothed it flat. The faint plastic crinkle seemed louder in the hushed room.

“Come here, sweetie. On your back for Mommy.”

Noah moved slowly, still shaky from the crying, still flushed, but he crawled the short distance and lay down without protest. Knees came up instinctively, arms resting stiff at his sides like he was bracing himself. The diaper sagged heavily between his thighs, the faint earthy smell still lingering in the air.

Maeve knelt beside him, putting a pacifier in his mouth to soothe him. Then ripped the tapes open one at a time with soft, sharp pops. The front panel fell away slowly, revealing the thick, messy contents. The smell bloomed stronger for a moment, no one flinched, but their noses did wrinkle.

Tessa leaned in just a fraction, voice warm and low. “Look at that… you really packed it in there, huh? Such a big, messy boy!”

Priya’s eyes widened, not in disgust, but in something closer to quiet awe. “Wow. That’s… a lot. You didn’t hold anything back, did you, sweetie?”

Lauren rested her chin in her hand, smiling softly. “It’s okay that it’s yucky. Diapers are made for yucky. You did exactly what you were supposed to!”

Maeve reached for the pack of wipes, pulling one free with a soft rustle. She started at the top. Slow, careful strokes across his lower belly, then lower still, folding the wipe and using fresh sections each time. The cool cloth made Noah twitch and suck in a small breath.

Tessa noticed. “Awww, cold wipey? Brrrrrr!!! Poor baby! Hold still!”

Maeve worked methodically, lifting his legs gently by the ankles to get underneath, wiping between cheeks, folding, wiping again. Every motion calm, practiced, loving. She didn’t rush, she let the moment breathe.

Priya watched, voice soft. “Your mommy’s so good at this. Look how gentle she is! You’re in good hands. We’re all right here!”

Maeve’s fingers moved to the creases of his thighs, cleaning the last traces with tender precision. As the wipe glided over the sensitive skin just beside his groin, Noah winced.

“Uh oh! Looks like someone’s getting hard!”

Priya leaned in a fraction, grinning. “Awww! Are you getting a boner??”

“Someone’s winkie likes the attention!” Tessa giggled, "Even when it's messy time!"

Noah’s face ignited scarlet from forehead to collarbones. He slapped both hands over his eyes with a mortified squeak, legs instinctively trying to close even as Maeve gently held them parted to finish the wipe-down. A tiny, embarrassed whimper slipped out from behind his palms.

Maeve didn’t miss a beat. She simply gave his tummy a soft, reassuring pat. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” she murmured, voice low and soothing. “Nothing to be shy about. You can't help it. Just a little excited from all the love and attention. That's all.”

She finished the last gentle pass with the wipe, then set it in the dirty diaper below, balled it up, put it aside, and reached for the baby powder. A generous puff of sweet-scented cloud drifted down, she rubbed it in with slow, circling palms over his bottom, between his legs, across his pelvis, careful and thorough, never lingering too long on the now-prominent erection but never shying away from it either.

Priya inhaled deeply. “Mmm… there we go! From super stinky to super fresh. Magic.”

Lauren smiled. “See? All better now. You’re our clean, sweet boy again.”

Maeve slid the fresh diaper under his hips, same cartoon pattern, thick and crinkly. She pulled the front up snug between his legs, taped one side, then the other, smoothing the waistband with her palms. Two final pats on the padded front, firm, reassuring.

“All done,” she said softly, helping him sit up.

The girls clapped like they just saw the most amazing Broadway show.

"Bravo!"

"Amazing!"

"Impressive!"

"Why don't you thank your Mommy for changing such a stinky diaper?"

Noah’s voice was clearer now, though still small and shy. “Thank you, Mommy.”

Maeve ruffled his hair. "You're welcome, sweetie." She said with a genuine smile, then glanced at the circle of women. “Now how about you apologize to the girls for pooping your pampers in front of them and interrupting girls’ night?” She followed it with a smirk and wink to let her know she wasn't too peeved.

Noah looked up at them, eyes still a little glassy, cheeks still pink, but he managed. “I’m sorry… for pooping my diaper and making it smell. And for… ruining the fun.”

Tessa shook her head immediately. “You didn’t ruin anything, sweetie. You made the night more interesting. We’re glad we got to be here for it.”

"No apologies needed,” Priya cooed.

Lauren grinned. “We think it’s cute.”

Maeve held up the balled-up soiled diaper.. “Can you be a big boy and go throw this away for Mommy, please?”

Noah nodded meekly, took it with careful fingers, and toddled off toward the kitchen, crinkling softly with each step, head a little higher despite the lingering flush on his cheeks.

The room exhaled collectively. Maeve sank back on her heels for a second, then climbed onto the couch beside Priya. She picked up her wine glass, took a long sip, and let out a quiet, grateful laugh.

Lauren spoke first, voice dreamy. “God… I want that."

Tessa snorted lightly. “Girl, you don’t even want real babies. What makes you think could handle a grown one?”

“Oh no, not that!” Lauren clarified quickly. “I don't know how you make it through more than one of those dirty diaper changes, Maeve. What I mean is… the way they look at each other. The bond they have. The connection. The trust. The intimacy. It’s...beautiful.”

Maeve sighed affectionately, a soft, genuine smile spreading. “It’s pretty great…”

Noah returned a moment later, empty-handed, cheeks still flushed but calmer. He resumed his spot on the rug without a word, picked up a Lego brick, and snapped it into place. The familiar click-click-click filled the quiet like a heartbeat.

Maeve ruffled his hair once more, then returned to the couch, picking up her wine glass.

Priya cleared her throat, grin returning. “Okay… so, back to my Tinder disaster. Where was I? Oh, right, the guy who thought that opening a door for me meant I owed him a blowjob…”

Laughter bubbled up, soft at first, then fuller. The room warmed again, the awkward spike smoothed over.

Girls’ night rolled on, Noah played with his blocks, and Maeve watched him with that quiet, loving look only she could give, knowing the night wasn’t ruined at all. It was even better now.

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[little-toby-boy]

Ok i'm doing it.....time for baby Toby's 24/7 diaper challenge!!! As of right now im at 4 days and 20 hours from what i got from " X and Bluesy " Once i move into my new place i will start the clock ... Total ends on April 19th at midnight est.

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[fagotboi]

yes please

[little-prince-patch]

You used to be able to stay awake all day but now you could barely manage a few hours. Whether through psychological reinforcement or some compound he added to your regular bottle feedings, Daaddy had ensured that you had the same sleep schedule as the infant he wanted you to be.

Whatever he'd done had affected your moods too. When you fought it, you reacted just as any cranky toddler would---with tears and a sour attitude. Daddy rewarded that attitude with an extra large bottle feeding, guaranteed to result in an overfull diaper. He seemed to like it.

[subslaveboyjack]

[tianastales]

☀️ TinyTime Daycare 🧸

Chapter 1

Mara hadn’t gotten out of her sweatpants in three days.

The curtains were half drawn, dishes lingered in the sink, and her once-beloved sketchbook sat untouched on the coffee table. Everything felt heavy lately—work expectations, family obligations, even simple decisions like what to eat for lunch. She felt stuck in molasses.

Daniel stood in the kitchen doorway watching her, worry etched across his face. He’d tried everything: weekend getaways, her favorite takeout, gentle talks late at night. Nothing seemed to reach her. What terrified him the most was her night terrors. Mara would toss and turn, cry and whine. Sometimes these terrors would be so bad that Mara would have accidents in bed. Daniel knew he had to do something.

That’s when Melinda, her therapist, suggested something unexpected.

“It’s called TinyTime Daycare,” Melinda had said gently during their session. “It’s a therapeutic recreation center for adults. Structured regression play. Supervised. Safe. It helps people step out of their stress identities and reconnect with joy.”

Mara had stared at her. “You’re suggesting I go to daycare?”

“I’m suggesting,” Melinda replied, smiling softly, “that you deserve a break from being responsible for everyone else.”

Now, standing in their bedroom, Daniel held the printed brochure in his hand.

“It’s not forever,” he told her carefully. “Just during the day. They have counselors. Structured activities. You don’t have to be strong there.”

Mara hugged her arms around herself. “I’m not a child.”

“I know,” he said quickly. “You’re my brilliant, capable, stubborn wife. But you’re exhausted. And maybe… maybe you don’t have to be the grown-up all the time.”

She hesitated.

“And you want my husband to act as my caregiver?”

Melinda sat there for a moment. “I believe this will help strengthen your intimate bond as husband and wife more than you think. Daniel said he was already interested in helping. You want help. Let’s just give it a try.”

Daniel approached slowly, crouching in front of her. “Let me help you try something different,” he said gently. “No pressure. If you hate it, we leave.”

Her eyes welled up. “What if it’s stupid?”

“Then we’ll laugh about it together.”

That earned the smallest flicker of a smile.

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The next morning, Daniel was up bright and early. Not just for work, but optimistic and full of energy for the day and for his wife. Daniel slowly walked into the bedroom where Mara was still asleep in bed on her stomach. Daniel slowly rubbed her back to get her to wake up.

“Good morning my flower. Big day!”

Mara tossed and turned, finally turning on her back to lock eyes with Daniel.

“Do I have to go? I really don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Mara. Everything is settled. You know what Melinda said and I am not letting up on this one.”

Mara folded her arms and scrunched her nose. “No.”

“Little lady. If you keep this up, Daddy is going to have to do something he really doesn’t want to.”

The tone in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t loud. But it was steady. Confident. Different.

Reluctantly, Mara pushed the blankets off herself.

Daniel’s face changed instantly.

“Sweetheart… what happened?”

Confused, she looked down.

Her pajama shorts were soaked. Beneath her, the sheets were damp.

Her heart dropped.

Not again.

Tears filled her eyes almost immediately. Before she could crumble, Daniel wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Please don’t cry. I’ve got you. Let’s get you cleaned up. A warm shower might help.”

The softness in his voice steadied her breathing.

He helped her out of bed and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, steam beginning to rise gently into the air.

When he turned around, she stood there trying to cover herself, vulnerable and ashamed.

He stepped forward, gently lowering her hands.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her cheek. “I’ll be right outside.”

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The peace didn’t last long.

“No! You can’t do this.”

Mara stood in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

Daniel stood by the bed holding something in his hands.

“If you’re having accidents,” he said carefully, “the intake forms require protection.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“This isn’t fair. I don’t mean to do those things.”

“I know you don’t,” he replied. “But we have to follow their rules.”

Her shoulders sagged. He looked tired, too. Not angry. Just worn down.

“Where did you even get that?”

“Melinda gave it to me.”

“And the two of you didn’t happens to think to consider me in this?”

“Excuse me. Who are the adults here? We are worried about you. We care about you and I don’t know how many more accidents our bed can take.”

Mara folded her arms. There was a long pause.

“Come here please.” Daniel pleaded as he walked over to her, grabbed her hand and tried to pull her into the bedroom.

Mara would budge.

“Come on. We are going to be late. And Daddy isn’t going to be very happy with you.”

Mara’s eyes widened- hearing him refer to himself in that way her kryptonite. She just melted. She so desperately just wanted to be “good.”

Daniel tried to pull her into the bedroom again.

“Let’s get dressed please.”

No movement.

“Fine, I am to countdown from 3 and if your little tush isn’t on that bed it’s going to bed red.”

There was a moment of silence. Daniel wouldn’t really do that to her. Would he?

“3….”

No movement.

“Mara. I mean it.” Daniel said with a very stern look. Daniel remained calm, steady.

“2…”

Mara slowly started making her way towards the bed; she didn’t dare take her eye off of him in fear that he might try to give her a little spank for the attitude. In a sarcastic manner, she ripped the towel off of herself and held it way from her, she extended her arm all the way out, dropped the towel on the floor, and kicked it to the side. She then laid down on the bed completely nude and just stared at the ceiling.

“There. Happy?”

Even when she bristled with sarcasm, he didn’t rise to it. He simply stayed firm.

The room fell silent.

“Are you done with your tantrum now?” Daniel asked unphased as he started to fluff the diaper and fill it with powder.

Before Mara could say a word Daniel grabbed her legs, lifted them, and… *SMACK*

One solid spank. Loud. Crisp.

“O-Owwwww!” Mara cried out. She was truly shocked. “Did you seriously just do that? What the hell.”

“Enough. Would you like another one? You want to have accidents like a toddler, whine like a toddler, throw tantrums like a toddler. Then guess what baby girl, you will be treated like one.” Daniel said sternly.

Mara sat in disbelief. The vulnerability of the moment settled over her. The quiet crinkling sound as he fastened everything into place made her flush deeply with embarrassment.

It felt strange. Restrictive. Exposed.

Daniel stepped back to assess. Daniel felt an overwhelming feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Arousal. Watching his wife be so vulnerable, submissive.

“Open.”

She avoided his gaze. There was a pause.

“Mara, does Daddy have to spank you again?”

This time, Mara listened. She looked down and saw how truly little she looked compared to Daniel who was towering over her. In his hand, an adult sized pacifier. Mara shot up.

“NO WAY! You’re crazy!” Mara exclaimed as she tried to wiggle off the bed and get passed Daniel.

“Excuse me. Who do you think you’re talking to?” Daniel exclaimed while grabbing her arms and forcefully making her sit down back on the bed. “Open. Now.”

Mara had never seen Daniel like this. He was determined, dominant, and forceful. There were butterflies in her stomach. There was no way she could be aroused by this type of treatment.

“Mara. Please? For Daddy?” Mara looked up at him. She obeyed, letting him place the pacifier gently between her lips.

“There you go. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he murmured while leaning in and giving Mara a kiss on the cheek.

“Time to get dressed!” Daniel exclaimed. At this point, Mara was too tired to fight. Daniel helped her dress—something simple and playful: jean short overalls, a soft pink snap onesie, her hair parted into two loose pigtails, pink ruffle socks to match her onesie. Comfortable Mary Jane shoes replaced her usual flats.

“You look cute,” he said warmly, accompanied by a grin.

Mara rolled her eyes and just continued to suck on her paci. Mara was surprised at how relaxed and soothed she felt.

Daniel walked her over to the mirror in their bedroom. “Look at you! You are just… the cutest little girl. My little girl.” He added while patting her diapered bottom. She studied her reflection. The outline beneath the overalls was visible. There was no hiding it. You could clearly tell Mara was diapered through the shortalls. Mara hated to admit it, but she did look adorable. And hearing that she was “all his” made her heart just swell.

Daniel stepped away briefly and returned with a pink gift bag.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d earned this after your attitude this morning,” he teased lightly. “But I think you might need it.”

She sat on the floor and pulled out a soft stuffed bear with a ribbon tied around its neck.

Her fingers traced the bow absentmindedly.

Then she hugged it.

Tighter than she meant to.

“For moral support,” he said.

Her eyes filled again.

She stood and wrapped her arms around him.

“I am so sorry… Daniel,” she mumbled softly through her paci.

He tilted his head slightly.

She looked up at him, searching his face.

“Daddy,” she corrected quietly.

His expression softened instantly.

He kissed her nose gently, wiping her tears.

They didn’t break their gaze from one another; they held each other there in the quiet of their bedroom. It was only 9 a.m., but something had shifted.

For the first time in weeks, Mara didn’t feel completely alone inside her own mind.

And Daniel felt hope.

To Be Continued…

[crinklyfantasies]

A Little Extra Protection - (Tricked and Treated Pt.02) (NSFW 18+)

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the following story and picture are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now. 

Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit belongs to @diaperking​

Author’s note: Ok so I’m like super tired and finished this story late at night so there’s probably going to be a bunch typos in here but I’ll be editing it tomorrow.  I’ve been working on this for awhile and I said fuck it, I just want to get it out there. So, anyway, here ya go. 

“Do I really have to wear this?” Tommy pulled up his shirt. The waistband of the diaper beneath was clearly visible above his shorts. Even worse, the snug fitting shorts were just a bit too snug, puffing out drastically in the back to accommodate the thick padding. He hoped no one would look close enough to take notice.

Connor was across the room, getting dressed. “Yes. You really do. Remember what happened last time I let you try training pants?” He was wearing a forest green button-down shirt with a pair of black slacks. The sleek, form fitting clothes lent him an air of confidence and maturity, completely contrasting with Tommy’s boyish appearance.

Tommy blushed at the humiliating reminder and pulled his shirt back down. Connor walked over to muss his hair.

“That’s right,” he said, chuckling, “some little guy made a big puddle all over the living room floor.” He gave Tommy’s diapered crotch a pat and walked away.

Tommy’s penis gave a twinge at Connor’s touch.  “But, but what about the other thing?”

Conner was busy tying up his shoes. “Hmm, what’s that?”

Tommy walked over to stand next to him. He slipped his own feet into his shoes and waited for Connor to finish. Tommy was never allowed to tie his own shoes. Usually, he didn’t mind. He actually liked the extra attention when they were alone. He was a lot more embarrassed by it when they weren’t.

“The… other thing.” Tommy shifted uncomfortably.

A wide grin grew across Connor’s handsome face. “Ohh, you mean Tommy’s Tushy helper?”

Over the years, Connor and Tommy had amassed quite the collection of sex themed paraphernalia. Connor was an independent architect with a plethora of wealthy clients. With no monetary limitations, Tommy quit his own job at Connor’s request and moved in. It started with a few prostate massagers and dildos of varying sizes. Then came the handcuffs, and the gags, and the paddles. Things escalated when Tommy had opened up about his fetish, leading to a depraved shopping spree involving many, many pairs of diapers, onesies, and other accessories necessary for Connor to turn Tommy into the entirely helpless, humiliated little boy he wanted to be.

Among one of those accessories was his “Tushy Helper”, a large, purple, vibrating silicone plug that Connor insisted was necessary for Tommy’s “big boy” training. The twisted logic behind it being that the plug would help strengthen muscles in his sphincter by giving them something to clench on while simultaneously making sure his diapers stayed mess free in public.

“…yes,” Tommy whispered.

Connor laughed and grabbed Tommy’s fragile hand in his own. “No can do. You’ll have to wait until we get home to be Daddy’s lil stinker.”

Tommy blushed furiously and meekly followed his boyfriend.

Connor opened the door and beckoned Tommy to step from the relative comfort of their house into the bright, revealing sunlight.

Knowing he didn’t have another choice, definitely not because his little cock was trying to push its way through the diaper, Tommy walked forward. Tommy squeaked in surprise as he felt Connor grab his shoulder and spin him around. Connor grabbed Tommy’s crotch and gave a squeeze. The diaper crinkled loudly as Tommy let out a whine.

Connor leaned in and licked Tommy’s ear. “You’ll just have to settle for being Daddy’s for now… we can work on the stinker part later.” He smiled widely and pushed his baby boy out into the world.

The trip passed as usual. Which was to say, in an extremely embarrassing fashion. As Tommy’s de-facto Daddy, Connor made a point to remind Tommy of his new position at every corner. In the car, that meant an adult sized booster seat complete with an over the shoulder and crotch strap, a binky to silence Tommy’s protests, and a rolled down window that came with special additional features like strangers calling him names and snickering passerby. It was especially bad when Connor turned on the “happy” function of Tommy’s plug and insisted on “missing” every green light. Ironically, the pitiful moans and struggling elicited by the plug made witnesses much “happier” than the boy whose bottom it was currently lodged in. At least, that’s probably what all the laughing and derisive snorts had meant.

They finally came to a stop. Connor switched off the toy and earned a sigh of relief from Tommy. His little cock had been completely limp, but it hadn’t done anything to stop the stream of boy juice leaking from the tip. Tommy winced slightly as Connor helped him out of the car seat. The seat of his diaper was mildly wet now, just enough to rub him the right way.

Connor, being the perceptive and sadistic Daddy he was, noticed the slight movement. “Aww, what’s wrong, little guy?” Before Tommy could answer he spun him around and pulled down his shorts. “Hmm,” he said, sticking his fingers through the diaper’s leg band. “Nope, not completely wet, but…” he removed his fingers and held one up. A clear fluid glistened at the end.

Tommy had his face against the window, fervently hoping no one could see what was happening. They were parked at the side of the street, in broad daylight. He hadn’t seen anyone on the drive in, but…

Connor sighed dramatically and shook his head. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you? Hmm?” He stuck the finger in Tommy’s mouth, forcing him to clean his own mess. “This is exactly the reason you’re still in diapers,” he said loudly. Tommy whined and Connor gave his ass a quit swat before pulling the shorts back up. “Oh, almost forgot.” He popped the trunk. “Ah, there it is.” Connor grinned and pulled out a large white duffel bag. The whole surface was covered in stickers of cartoon rocket ships, astronauts, dinosaurs, and the like. To top it all off, in soft multi-colored letters on either side was written Tommy’s diapers. He reached inside and pulled out a pacifier looped through with baby blue ribbon. Connor chuckled as Tommy’s eyes widened. He hung it around his boyfriend’s neck and handed him the bag. “You hold onto that, champ,” he smirked.  Satisfied with his baby boy’s shame and discomfort, he abruptly turned and pulled the red-faced pansy into a staggering walk behind him.

Tommy managed to right himself after a few perilous seconds. He glanced around and let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully Daddy had brought him to one of the less frequented parts of town, and on a Tuesday no less. His pacifier and diaper bag bounced against him with every step, as if forcing him to acknowledge their presence. He wondered where he was being taken. He’d tried asking but had only gotten the standard, “little boys don’t need to know, just be good and go where daddy tells you”, response in return. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Ah, here we are,” Connor said, ushering Tommy into a nondescript building nearby.

Tommy had to do a double take when he entered. It was clearly a store for more… mature members of society. In other words, a sex shop. Damian’s, presumably the name of the sinful establishment, was spelled in bright neon blue letters on one end of the store. Toys and clothes for men and women were all neatly organized in their own corners or shelves. Mannequins in a variety of sensual outfits and more extreme bondage gear were scattered throughout. At the center of it all was a circular checkout counter where a man leaning against the counter was looking up from his book.

“Welcome to Damian’s, I’m the owner. Let me know if I can help you find anything today.” He smiled courteously.

The voice was deep and silky, like sweet nothings growled in the throes of lust. Tommy’s throat closed up and he stared for a moment before realizing he’d been spoken to, He nodded hastily and broke eye contact. Holy shit, he thought. The man… Damian, was incredibly attractive. He was around 6 feet tall, with wavy brown hair and a well-trimmed beard to match. He wasn’t even wearing anything special, just a pair of slim black jeans and a green plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tommy didn’t realize he was still standing in the doorway when Connor bumped into him. He squeaked and stumbled to the side.

Connor held out a hand to steady him. “Oh, jeez, sorry about that, bud. You ok?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine,” Tommy mumbled. He hoped Damian hadn’t noticed.

“Hi, welcome to Damian’s, I’m the owner. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

Connor’s attention shifted. “Hey, Damian. I’m Connor, we spoke on the phone.”

Damian’s smile widened into genuine pleasure. “Connor, It’s nice to meet you.” He walked over and gave Connor’s outstretched hand a good shake. His eyes flickered to Tommy. “And this must be your little bedwetter,” he laughed.

Tommy’s mouth opened and closed dumbly. He looked to Connor. You told him!? His eyes screamed. His Daddy just smirked back.

Damian planted a rough hand on Tommy’s head and gave his hair a good mussing. “Nice to meet’cha sport. Your Daddy told me you’ve been having some problems keeping that little pecker under control.”

“Wha-“, Tommy stuttered. “Wha- what do you mean? I don’t have any problems… and I’m not little!”

Damian chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you have more than a few problems, baby boy. Cute pacifier by the way.” He reached out and gave it a flick.

Connor spoke while his humiliated boyfriend tried to process what was happening. “Do you have what we talked about?”

Damian nodded. “Of course, just follow me.”

Connor grabbed Tommy’s hand. “Come on, mush tush, follow Daddy. I have a fun surprise for you.”

Tommy withered under Damian’s knowing grin. He wondered what the surprise was, and just how much worse his situation would get. Damian led them to a locked door at the back of the store. Tommy’s eyes widened and his penis gave a pulse of excitement as they walked through it. The other side of the door was like a fetishist’s paradise. Piston machines, cages, bizarre bondage devices, and more than a few items Tommy would never have considered sexual were laid about on the floor and shelves. It was like an entirely new store back here. One section of the hoard in particular drew his attention. Tommy began to wonder if he was dreaming. Diapers, high chairs, rattles, binkies, and even a changing table with built in restraints were nestled in there.

Connor noticed his baby boy’s interest and leaned in to whisper. “Look, little guy. They have stuff for pathetic babies like you. Does that make your pee pee happy?”

Tommy shuddered and buried his face in Connor’s shirt. Yes, it did make his cock happy. It was so happy it was currently leaking a steady stream of sticky excitement into the seat of his diaper.

“Ah, here it is,” Damian exclaimed. He turned, holding a small cardboard box. He began to remove components. “I got a few varieties in today so there’s lots to pick from. This one is made of silicone. It’s recommended for beginners, but the material is soft and pliable so it’s easy to get out of and hard to keep clean.”

Tommy peaked around. What was Damian talking about?

“These are made of polycarbonate. They come in a few different colors and they’re much sturdier than the silicone type. They’re also easier to clean.”

“No…” Tommy gasped aloud. “No, no, no!” He began to back away, shaking his head. He’d finally seen what was in the box. Chastity cages were something he knew about. He’d seen it enough times on the sites he frequented, but he’d never actually wanted to use one.

The man continued as if Tommy hadn’t spoken. “My personal favorites are made of stainless steel. They’re extremely durable and easy to clean. A special bonus with this type is they can be special fitted with… accessories to deter more resistant boys.”

Connor snatched Tommy’s hand. He looked intrigued. “Oh? What kind of attachments?”

Damian held up a box. “I’m glad you asked. Well, this one for example comes with what’s called a urethral insert. Essentially it’s just a tube at the head of the device that goes down your boy’s pee hole. It makes orgasm and erection practically impossible.”

Connor turned to a trembling Tommy. “That sounds perfect. Can I get one today?”

Damian nodded. “Of course. I’ll just need to get some measurements to pick out the right size.”

“Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me wear one. I’ll be good, I promise,” Tommy begged.

“No can do, kiddo. Baby boys aren’t supposed to leave sticky messes in their diapers, at least not without my permission. Plus this is going to make changes much easier. I’ll be able to make your diapers much more snug without that little twig in the way.”

Damian chimed in. “So he is wearing diapers. Most ddlb couples I meet don’t actually go that far. For what it’s worth, I think they make your ass look adorable.”

Tommy blushed furiously. He could feel every inch of his diminutive babyhood shivering.  “P-please,” he begged the stranger, “don’t. I don’t want it…”

Connor sighed in exasperation. “I’ve had enough backtalk from you, mister.”

Tommy cried out as his Daddy roughly grabbed him and began unbuttoning his shorts. “No, no, Daddy. Please!” A second later Tommy was nude from the waist down except for his animal printed diaper. Connor raised his hand and began to lay into the pitiful boy’s ass. Sharp smacks echoed throughout the room.

“I don’t want to hear any backtalk from a boy who still fills his diapers and sleeps in a crib,” he growled.

Fat tears rolled down Tommy’s cheeks. The blows stung, despite the thick padding. What stung even more was the pitying look Damian had on his face. Don’t look, don’t look, he silently begged.

“Ahem,” Damian cleared his throat, stopping Connor mid swing. “I think he’s had enough.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm…” He released the struggling boy. “Well, have you?”

Tommy sobbed brokenly. “Ye-, ye-, yes sir.”

“Good. Sorry you had to see that, Damian. You see why I need a bit more help keeping my tyke in line.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s a good boy most of the time.” He walked forward and cupped Tommy’s chin. “Aren’t you, kiddo?”

Tommy looked back at the handsome stranger through blurry eyes. “Yes, sir…”

Damian dazzled him with a smile. “I knew it.” He knelt down and ruffled Tommy’s hair. “I know you’re scared. Lots of guys new to chastity are.” He leaned in close, beard scraping against the boy’s soft cheek. “Do you want to know a secret,” he whispered.  

Tommy was completely under his spell. His babyhood was crying with need, making the diaper soft and slippery. “What,” he murmured.

“Chastity isn’t a punishment, bud. It’s a reward.” He began to pet Tommy’s diaper. His fingers slipped up, oh so slowly, then back down, accompanied by crinkling susurrations. “Your Daddy says he wants to lock you up so you can’t touch yourself, but that’s not true.” He chuckled, low and gruff. “No,” he grated. “Your Daddy want’s this little thing locked up because he’s scared.” His rubbing grew harder and more demanding with every word.

Tommy could feel his body shaking with anxious need. Why wasn’t Daddy helping him? Where was he? He looked around through eyes half slitted with pleasure. Connor was staring at them intently, leaning against a wall. Tommy let out a moan and his tiny cock let out another pulse of boy juice. His Daddy was watching him being handled by the stranger. What was more, the outline of his thick cock was clearly visible against the fabric of his pants. Tommy’s mouth watered and he dumbly lifted his pacifier to his lips. He wanted to suck something right now, anything. The toy in is ass sprung to sudden life. Relentless vibrations tickled at his special spot, causing more and more precum to saturate the fluffy padding.

Damian glanced over at Connor and gave a tacit grin before continuing. “He’s scared someone else is going to come along and take you from him. Someone who doesn’t mind what a pissy, pathetic little boy you are. Someone like me.” He stopped moving, waiting expectantly.

Tommy was too far gone at this point. All he could think about was splashing his little load into his pampers. Little moans and whimpers escaped him, and he started to rub against the stranger’s hand.

What a good whore, Damian thought. He graced the pitiful display with a condescending smile. “He wants other people to know this baby nub,” he slapped Tommy’s crotch, “is his. That means your Daddy loves you a lot, kiddo.” He pushed the moaning boy slut to the floor and pinned him down. “Do you love your daddy too?”

Tommy’s face was bright red. His breath came in heaving gasps. The feeling of his diaper, the humiliating treatment, Daddy watching him… he was getting so close. The pacifier fell from his lips. “Yeh- yeesss,” he groaned.

“Then beg him for it. Ask him to lock up this teeny baby dick and I’ll help you have a nice creamy accident.”

“D-daddy,” Tommy cried, “please let me wear the cage. I… I wa- I wanna wear the cage, Daddy, please!”

Connor walked over and knelt. He loomed over his wanton boyfriend and pressed his raging erection against the pathetic boy’s face. “Aww, how sweet, but I’m not sure now, kiddo. I think you might have a little too much fun.” He smirked.

“Ohh, god. I can’t take it anymore, please. I need it, just let me fucking cum. Please, please please please!”

Connor had his cock in Tommy’s mouth before the boy could make another sound. “What have I told you about using big boy words?” He shook his head. “I don’t know if you deserve cummies now. What do you think, Damian?”

Damian pulled his hand away. The toy turned off at the same moment, leaving Tommy weeping with need and choking on Connor’s cock. “Shh, it’s ok. You’re ok.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “You can’t let naughty behavior go unpunished… but look how desperate he is. More importantly, I’m really hard right now and I want to see his face when he pops.”

Tommy shivered and bit his thumb. He knew he shouldn’t have cursed, but he couldn’t help it. Feeling Connor’s throbbing manhood against his face combined with the wonderful sensation of his crotch against Damian’s hand made him.. rash. He was in heaven, sandwiched between the two larger men. Suddenly, he went over the edge. “Nu – ooooohhh,” he wailed. His diminutive boyhood unloaded into the seat of his diaper as his hole shivered around the anal intruder. He hadn’t even been touching it when it happened. No one had. Now his cock was dripping sadly while he tried to hump the floor, Damian’s hand, even the air, desperate for stimulation he craved. His efforts amounted to nothing more than an amusing display. Tommy’s orgasm was ruined.    

Noticing the boy’s shudders, Damian let out a bark of laughter and ripped open the diaper. Tommy’s member drooped limply between his legs. The entire area was wet and sticky with shame. His prick dipped and twitched with after-tremors. “Sorry bud, looks like you really did have an accident.” Damian flicked the limp noodle and chuckled again. “No wonder you need diapers.” He reached for a measuring tape. “I can get his measurements now that he’s soft. I’m assuming he doesn’t get much bigger when he’s hard?”

Connor, still balls deep in Tommy’s throat, answered. “Nope, he gets maybe a half inch longer, and if it gets wider, I honestly haven’t noticed.” He chortled. “Luckily for you, my baby boy isn’t a grower or a shower.” He pulled back his hips and thrust forward.

Tommy gagged as his Daddy face fucked him. He could feel the handsome man between his legs poking and prodding. A saliva filled gurgle rumbled its way out in place of a moan. The cum had been drained out of him but he was still insanely aroused. All the failed orgasm had done was fill his diaper and prevent him from getting hard. A glistening teardrop rolled down his sticky shaft.

“Hmm, I think the half inch should be good. Anything larger and Mr. Masturbator might stand a chance of slipping out.” Damian opened up the ring and slid it around the base of Tommy’s acorns. “This would be a lot smoother with lube…”

“Hang on just a sec,” Connor grunted. He withdrew his meaty rod with a wet gasp from his boyfriend. “You might want to scoot back, this could get messy.”

Tommy laid on the floor, used and broken, as Connor furiously stroked his own cock. His thumb found its way back to his mouth in a vain attempt at distraction from his raging libido. It wasn’t fair, he thought. He hadn’t meant to let loose so soon. It was just.. just an accident…

A cry of exaltation signaled Connor’s release. Hot cum blasted onto Tommy’s crotch and stomach. “Fuck that was good,” Connor sighed. He scooped up a glob of his seed and smeared it into Tommy’s genitals. “I think this should work for now.” He grinned mischievously.

“Man, you’re evil,” Damian laughed.

“Nooo,” Tommy cried. His face was wet with saliva and actual tears as Damian unceremoniously stuffed him into the contraption. The tube invaded his urethra and he let out a squeal.

“Shh, it’s ok little guy. You’ll get used to it,” Damian assured him. He finished a moment later with a satisfying click as the lock snapped shut. He stepped back to admire his work.

Tommy’s package stared sadly through the shiny steel bars, dripping with Connor’s cum. His already diminutive length was reduced to a mere nub poking out from his groin.

“Yep, that looks good. What do you think?”

Connor peeked over and grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah, it’s perfect.”

Damian bent and taped the diaper back up, trapping the heady mess against Tommy’s skin. “Just one last test now, kiddo. I need to see if the urethral tube is fitting properly.”

Tommy blinked. “What does that mean…”

Damian gave the diaper a pat. “It means I need you to wet yourself, lil guy. Shouldn’t be too hard, from what your Daddy has told me.

Drained, resigned, and utterly humiliated, Tommy did what all good boys do, as he was told. A yellow stain spread across the front of the diaper. The padding expanded gradually as it soaked up more and more of the sobbing boy’s “accident”.  

“Aww look. I can see your diapy getting bigger! I guess that’s the only thing that’ll be getting bigger from now on huh,” he laughed. “Well, everything looks good to me,” Damian said, facing Connor. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with?” His eyes flickered down to Connor’s cock. Hunger was written across his face.

Connor returned the look with one of his own. “Not right now. Tiny Tommy has everything he needs now. Thanks for helping me out. Feel free to call me if you ever need a favor back.” He held out a hand to Tommy and helped him up. “What do you say to the nice man, bud?”

“T- tha – thu – thank you, sir.” Tommy hiccupped and wiped at his eyes.

“Good boy. Now let’s head back and get you back to your crib for a nice nap.”

They paid back up front and said their goodbyes. Connor with a firm hand shake, and Tommy with an adorable display hugging Damian’s leg. It wasn’t until they were out the door that Tommy realized he’d never been given his pants back. The diaper sagged between his legs the entire drive back to the car. Mortification and excitement warred for thoughts, but he never got hard. Not even when Connor bought him ice cream on the way home and spoon fed it to him in front of a nearby gym. He couldn’t get hard, not anymore. It turns out humping your stuffed animals is a lot less fun when your cock is locked away behind two thick layers of diapers and stuffers. He was wet, exhausted, and completely emasculated with no way to relieve the burning need in his baby bits. What would he do now?

Later…

Damian toweled the sweat from his face and took a swig of water. The routine today had been grueling. He took a seat on his couch and browsed through his phone. An email notification popped up. He frowned, not recognizing the address. His doubts faded when he clicked it, replaced by amusement and anticipatory excitement.

Dear Mr. Damian. T’ank oo so so much fuh my new cage. I wuv it wots and wots. Dadee sez I wook vewy cute in it ‘n I havn’t pwayd wiff myself for two whole weeks. He sez my pee pee is so small now it should be cawwed a cwitty insthted. He also sed I gotta ask you to help me make cummies again. Pweef come ova n’ pway wif me, sir. I’ll do anyfing, just pweeze help me.

Sincerely,

Sissy Baby Tommy

P.S: Hey, man. This is Connor. That cage has really been a godsend. Tiny Tommy can’t interrupt changes with his tinker toy and I’m not finding any more baby bitch juice in his diapers, lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy the picture. Poor little tyke made a #2 and was humping a pillow before I tied him down. 😂

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The Regression Center: Chapter 16

Here’s the long-awaited chapter sixteen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. Read Chapter 15 here.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only! 

Miss Rosie had missed a spot when she’d wiped the pee dribbles off his legs earlier. A couple of yellow droplets clung to his hairless inner thigh. He thought about wiping them off, but then it would be on his hand. 

As if that mattered. 

He’d spent half of yesterday sitting in a loaded diaper: the heat; the weight; the stink that made him gag just to think about. A little pee on his legs and hands was nothing in comparison. That thought wasn’t a comfort, though. Quite the opposite. They’d warped him, already. Moved his goal posts for what was tolerable.

“Come on, Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie said. She escorted him, Kevie, and Benji out of the room where they’d put him in this stupid cage. 

‘Not a cage,’ she’d corrected him earlier. ‘Your PeePee Pal.’ 

His stomach had turned at the way she’d said it, like it was a favor. A blessing they’d bestowed on him. She’d gone on more about ‘naughty thoughts’ and ‘sticky diapers’ and claimed, again, that he and his PeePal would become best friends—even closer friends than the thick, puffy monsters they taped around his hips. When he’d asked how long, she said forever, as if it were as obvious as his bare ass hanging out in front of them. Then she’d told him he didn’t need to cry (he wasn’t), and that he’d have classes to help him adjust soon.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it as he followed her down the hallway. The Pal was impossibly tight, making him constantly aware of its rigidity, and he was totally limp and soft. What would it be like when he got hard? 

Kevie and Benji looked nearly as shellshocked as he felt. Blank stares. Twitchy hands. Kevie kept moving his lips, but no words came out. They walked along behind Miss Rosie. Benji’s pink pig poked out between his legs, somehow both silly and obscene. Kevie kept covering his bunny rabbit with his hand, then dropping it away when he realized what he was doing. Or when he realized Miss Rosie might turn around and scold him for hiding ‘who he was.’

They passed a group of women in the hallway, and he felt suddenly conscious of their eyes on his bare butt. On his locked bits. Bizarrely, he felt almost more babyish without the thick padding between his legs. It was as if he were a silly little toddler running around in his birthday suit, and nobody minded him because of course, it wasn’t offensive for a baby to be naked, and it certainly wasn’t sexy. It was merely cute. Harmless. Something for the women to chuckle about. 

He’d asked to be put in a diaper. He’d actually asked. And yet now, for the first time, they hadn’t put one on him. “Soon,” Miss Rosie had said. “You only just made a tinkle, so I don’t think we need to worry about you making another puddle on the floor. And if you do, it’s no big deal.” She’d shrugged and smiled indulgently. “Babies do that sometimes.”

Miss Rosie paused outside a door. “I have something very special for you boys, now. We had it scheduled for today anyway, but this is perfect timing. We like your little troublemakers to be all settled in their new homes before this next lesson. Helps keep any naughty thoughts contained.” 

“Wha, what is it?” Kevie asked. 

“Well, if you go on in, I’ll tell you, sillybuns,” Miss Rosie said.

Kevie stepped inside. Benji followed a moment later.

“I can’t go in there without clothes on,” Tyler said. 

“Silly boy. You’re wearing a shirt. And your PeePee Pal. Besides, modesty is for ladies.”

“That’s. I…”

“In you go, Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie chirped, giving his backside a firm pat. “Join your little friends. We’ve got another extra-special lesson for you this evening.”

Tyler sighed and stepped into the room, tugging his baby blue shirt as low as it would go, which wasn’t nearly low enough. The stupid thing barely covered his belly button to begin with.

Once again, the brightly-coloured kindergarten furniture had been pushed against the walls. But this time, a number of rocking chairs had been set up in their place, evenly spaced around the room. Miss Nora, the same woman who’d overseen the awful ‘public pants pooping’ lesson the day before, was here again, clapping her hands for silence.

“Okay, boys, it’s time for another practical lesson! Some lovely ladies from the local community have volunteered to come in to help you, and I expect you all to be on your best behaviour. Today’s subject is breastfeeding!”

Tyler felt a cold, dropping sensation in his stomach, like icewater sluicing into his gut. A door opened, and a group of women was escorted inside. They were older than the college students had been, looking as though they ranged in age from their late twenties to their early fifties. They strained against their blouses, cleavage instantly drawing the gaze of nearly every boy in the room.

The ABC staff divided them up, one for each diaperboy, and Tyler soon found himself face to face with a raven-haired, heavily tanned woman of around forty. She had big hoop earrings, a wide smile, and an extremely generous bust.

“Awww, wook at his widdle bum-bum!” 

Before Tyler could so much as move a muscle, the woman had reached behind him and pinched his ass. “What a cutie-patootie! How come you don’t got a diapie on, mister? Is it ‘cause you’re a big boy? Somehow, I doubt that.” She bellowed a throaty laugh that made her earrings sway.

Tyler tried to protect his backside from the woman’s roaming hands, her nails grazing his skin. He twisted aside.

She went for his junk next. She jiggled the orange tiger cage that imprisoned his manhood with the tip of one long, red fingernail. “Definitely not a big boy. No more stiffie-wiffies for you, hmm? Poor baby! I’d have guessed a handsome boy like you would have a big wee-wee, but it must be pretty itty-bitty if it’s able to squeeze in there.”

Tyler’s face burned. He gave her a slow up-and-down glare meant to cut her down. “Or maybe you just don’t do anything to excite me.” 

The woman raised an eyebrow. She looked more amused than annoyed.

He squeezed his fists, digging his nails into his palms.

Miss Rosie put her hand on his shoulder. “Tyger here has some outdated, selfish views about women. Like we’re all just props for his conquests. But we’re doing our best to get him on a better track, aren’t we, Ty-Ty?” 

“My ideas are outdated?” Tyler said. “You put me in a medieval chastity cage like I’m some princess locked in a castle.” 

Miss Rosie sighed. “See what I mean? He just can’t see the difference between a powerful princess being robbed of her agency and a silly diaperboy—a diaperboy who has already caused so much hurt with that silly little thingy between his thighs—being put in his proper place.” 

The woman shrugged. “Happy I can do my part. Should I be worried about him spraying my blouse?” She waved her hand at Tyler’s parts.

“Well, he is a bit of a dribbler,” Miss Rosie said. “And I’m sure a tum-tum full of milkies will only turn up the faucet.” 

“That’s ridiculous,” Tyler said with as much gusto as he could muster with pee droplets drying on his skin. 

Miss Rosie continued, ignoring him. “He just piddled all over his legs. Should’ve seen it. Reminded me of a clumsy lil pup lifting its leg on the carpet. So I suppose it’s appropriate we’ll get you a puppy pad to protect your lap.” 

She chuckled, and the woman chuckled along with her. 

Miss Rosie gestured at one of the aides, who walked over with a blue and white puppy pad.

“My name’s Evelyn, honey,” the seated woman said. “I’m your wetnurse, if you haven’t figured that out already.” She paused. “But I’d prefer not getting wet, if you know what I mean.” 

“Seriously?” Tyler asked. “Monica is gonna have a shi—she’s not going to like this. Me playing with another chick’s tits? Even one who’s more on the cougar end of things.” 

Both women burst out laughing. 

The laugh cut sharper than any scolding, leaving his words dangling. Pathetic.

“Sweetie, I’m not sure anyone will see a locked-up diaperboy with piddle spots on his legs and anxious wittle goosebumps on his arms as much of a sexual threat. Besides, your mommy signed off on this. She wants you to be ready for her. You’ll have a lot of breastfeeding in your future.” 

“No frickin’ way,” he said. “Unh-uh.”

Miss Rosie put her hand on his back and gently pushed him closer. “This will help you build a new kind of intimacy with your mommy. Warm and cuddly and oh-so-special.” 

“I’m not doing it.”

Miss Rosie. “Really? Such a big, strong man who loves talking about all his grown-up conquests is scared of a lady’s breasts? I’m surprised.” 

“It’s just stupid,” he said. 

All around the room, shirts were being pulled up. Bras unclasped. Diaperboys were crawling onto laps and settling into place as well as they could. 

“Ty-Ty likes doing things with a red bottom,” Miss Rosie said to Evelyn. “I think it must be his favorite color.” 

“Fine,” Tyler seethed. 

You wanna play this game? I’ll have this woman moaning my name in ten minutes. They can put that in the report to Monica. 

“That’s a good boy,” Miss Rosie said. “Now be gentle. If he’s rough, Evelyn, let me know and I’ll handle it.” 

Miss Evelyn put a hand on his back and drew him closer. He settled awkwardly onto the puppy pad on her thighs, his legs draped over the large rocking chair’s arm. He felt so exposed with his bare butt hanging out in the breeze, cool air from the AC needling his crack. 

Evelyn drew up her blouse and unclasped her bra, exposing a heavy, pendulous breast that jiggled as it came free. Her nipple, pink and full, had a drop of milk perched on its tip. She cupped the back of his head and in her hand and drew him closer. “Heeerre we goooo.” 

He’d had plenty of breasts in his mouth. Squeezed and sucked and played with them. Watched the women moan and writhe and beg for more. Beg for his cock in them. This was different. No heat of conquest. No control. Just being guided, helpless. She was in control here, and his cock was out of the picture. Locked, limp, and totally useless.

Well, maybe not totally limp. 

The tight fit had grown a bit tighter still, the ring pulling at his full balls. 

“You’ll have to open wider than that, sweetie,” Evelyn said, chuckling. 

Tyler opened his mouth, and she guided her nipple between his lips. Her skin soft and gently pebbled against his lips and on his tongue. The smell of her body, of vanilla lotion, filled him. 

“Mmmmm, such a good boy,” she sighed. 

He felt her words as much as he heard them, along with the gentle rush of her heart and rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing. 

“Now go ahead,” she said gently. “Just like you do with your ba-ba.”

 He started to suck. Warm, sweet milk immediately filled his mouth.

“Mmmmm, there you go.” She gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “Such a sweet boy.” 

He drifted into a pleasant haze. His eyelids heavy. His limbs slack. The world warm. Comfy. Soft. Sweet milk filled his mouth and ran down his throat. There was something he’d meant to do, wasn’t there? He’d wanted to…he couldn’t think of it. Had they drugged him again? With her milk? That didn’t make sense. And it didn’t matter. 

He floated.

“Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie was whispering in his ear.

He opened his eyes to see her standing over him, rubbing his back. He was still on Evelyn’s lap, her nipple resting on his lips. She smiled down at him. 

“Time to get up,” Miss Rosie said.

“You did wonderful, sweetie,” Evelyn said. “Your mommy is going to be so proud of her special little man.” 

“Did he…?” Miss Rosie asked. 

Evelyn shook her head. “Perfect little gentleman. Though I think this puppy pad took about all it could handle. He’s quite the little firehose.” 

Tyler jerked upright and nearly toppled off her lap. The puppy pad he sat on was swollen, damp, and yellow. “I didn’t do that,” he said reflexively. 

Miss Rosie giggled. “No? It must have been the tinkle fairy then, hmm? Come on, now. Say buh-bye to Miss Evelyn.” She took his hand and helped him off her lap. 

He swayed on his feet, trying to make sense of what had happened. How long had he been there? His thoughts felt fuzzy, and there was a gentle ringing in his ears. Milk still coated his tongue and lips.

One of the aides led another diaperboy over. He stood there, off to the side, waiting. Miss Evelyn slid her bra down into place, giving him one last look at her breast before it was hidden. Then she raised her shirt on the other side and unclasped her bra. 

The other diaperboy walked over, hands clasped behind his back, his greedy eyes locked on her chest. 

Tyler felt a stab of jealousy. Of hurt. And then just as rapidly, of foolishness. 

What the hell is wrong with you? You have no connection to this woman. She’s just another tool in this system of control and humiliation. 

Then Miss Rosie was ushering him out the door and into the hallway. “Time to get you in a diaper, Ty-Ty. All safe and secure again.” 

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Hailey volunteers for SHINE, a college organization that believes all males belong in diapers.

While spreading the good word door-to-door, she meets Martin. He's rude, surly, and smells like he hasn't showered in days. She knows he belongs in diapers, but there's no way he will agree willingly. So she enlists some help - and goes to increasingly extreme measures - to put Martin in his place and ensure he will never get out of diapers again.

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I AM A DIAPER FAGGOT!

Diaper faggots are the lowest of lifeforms on the planet!

Some facts about diaper faggots:

Diaper faggots are not necessary gay! However, diaper faggots are placed on earth to serve men whether they like it or not.

All diaper faggots belong tightly locked in chastity! Diaper faggots must focus on superior men's pleasure, not their own.

Diaper faggots use their diapers for everything! Piss, shit, and cum if they are ever allowed.

Diaper faggots do whatever they are told! Diaper faggots are below everyone else and must follow instructions from anyone who gives them.

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