#stickypants

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Sticky Pants - Part D

“You are coming with us big fella, I need your guidance,” Daddy told Harry. Harry got up and followed you and Daddy to the master bedroom. A colorful changing mat was spread on the bed, and on it were baby powder, wipes, and lube. What seemed surreal not too long ago, seemed reasonable that day. You knew the changing mat, that big changing mat, was prepared, for you. There was nobody there who someone could have thought it was for him, the only one who could be diapered, was you. Two men passed you around between them. Two men touched your body, your private parts. One you called “Daddy” and on the other you laid your head on his chest as you suckled on your thumb. Nobody would think someone at your age should be in diapers, but if they saw you, how you were acting, and how you were treated, a diaper would seem reasonable.

Daddy patted your naked bottom to hurry you up onto the changing mat. The two men were hovering above you, and your caged penis throbbed. “Do you see that?” Harry pointed at your cage “You have to take care of that”.

“What do you mean?” Daddy asked.

“You can have a boy caged, but he must have some kind of release. For his physical and mental health. May I?” he asked and pointed to your privates.

“Sure, you’re the expert,” Daddy said - he was the one who permitted to touch your body, not you.

“Well his cute little peepee is all caged up, sometimes it’s gonna be soft, sometimes stiff, but always caged.” Harry took the lube bottle and lubed his fingers as you watched him. “This is why he will leak a lot of precum in his diaper, it’s only natural, but…” he said and started to massage your hole. “But there’s a way to relive him a bit, not leaking as much. You can squeeze it out of him now and then. It will bond you two, and give you a special connection. Daddy and son. Taking care of your boy.” Harry’s eyes were lit. He seemed relaxed but excited like he was thinking about something from his past, maybe one of his old big boys. Drawing circles on your hole brought up memories in him. He looked like he missed a boy like you.

“Daddy?” you plead, knowing what was going to happen next.

“The boy is nervous, poor boy,” said Harry, “But I know what will calm him down. Daddy put your thumb in his mouth. Let him suck your thumb while we do this.”

Daddy caressed your cheek slowly which made you close your eyes. Then with his thumb, rubbed your lips slowly. First, the upper lip, then the lower, and then he pushed gently the thumb to your mouth.

You moaned as one thumb slipped into your mouth, and another thumb slipped into your hole.

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Sticky Pants - Part C

“Once I had a boy,” Harry started talking as he took you into his arms and chest. “A boy just like you. He thought he was a big strong man, he thought I would just accept his behavior, which was awful. It seemed like nobody taught him manners. He was older than you and was after a long breakup, after years of relationship. Such a handsome boy, such a chaotic boy. He came to me for sexual fun, but soon enough I introduced him to my cane.”

Harry caressed your butt, letting you know what he meant by mentioning the cane.

“After a few swatting sessions, he stood up with lots of pre cum dripping from his penis and tears in his eyes. Still sobbing, he was thanking me for putting him in his place and making him take a break and just be. How he enjoyed being forced to do something, and not being the enforcer. At that moment, a parental instinct kicked inside of me. That man looked so vulnerable to me like he needed a father to guide him. I sat down and took him into my arms, just as I’m holding you right now.”

“He looked too precious, out of words but with his poor mouth still trembling,” Harry said and took your hand with his hand, picked your thumb, and guided it into your mouth “I took his hand in mine, then kissed his thumb and put it into his mouth so he can suck on it”.

He stopped talking for a couple of moments, letting you suck on your thumb while you were laying your head on his warm and manly chest. 

“I don’t know how many years had passed by since the last time he was doing it, but I believe until this day the boy needs his thumb, his pacifier, on another man’s manhood in his mouth,” he said as he grabbed your fist into his palm.

“The moment the man broke, was the moment a baby boy was reborn. Every time he came over, he had sticky pants as you do. Until I had it. One night he came over for an attitude adjustment, and I laid on the bed a thick adult baby diaper for him. The amazing thing was, he said ‘Okay Daddy’, laid next to the diaper, and sucked on his thumb. He was surprised but knew his place. He knew what was in store for him because I paved the way and not him. He knew I was the one who was diapering, and he was the one who was going to be diapered” Harry stroked your hair.

You felt so nice on him, so protected, so well-behaved. Even your caged penis was flaccid. You were controlled and manhandled, and it made you at peace with the situation.

You didn’t even notice, but Daddy left the room and came back with something in his hand. It was a huge printed diaper which made your eyes go wide.

“Come, baby, come with daddy to put you in a diaper,” Daddy said and directed his hand towards his bedroom.

“Go my boy, be a good boy for your Daddy,” Harry said and wiggled his body for you to get up from.

You stood up, from another man’s lap, naked, caged, still sucking your thumb, walking toward another man to diaper you, a man you call Daddy. You couldn’t wait for your first diaper.

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Sticky Pants - Part B

You sat over Daddy’s lap, waiting for that man to explain what Daddy should do with you. Every second took a lifetime. Not only were you in the most embarrassing period of your life, but it seems that in a few moments, things will even get worse.

“Poor boy,” the man said “Take off his clothes and hand him over to me, I’ll show you something”. 

You couldn’t believe when Daddy had started to undress you right there. He didn’t even ask you if it was okay. Like you weren’t a grown man.

“Daddy please,” you begged him silently.

“Let’s hear what Harry has to say, we have to be kind to our guests,” Daddy said without looking at you while taking off your clothes.

You stood there, all naked, hiding your caged penis.  Suddenly you saw Daddy’s hand flicking your hands, forcing you to expose yourself to that man, Harry.

“We are not ashamed, aren’t we?” by the look on his face, Daddy asked it as if it was a command rather than a question.

You felt degraded.

“No Daddy,” you replied softly and revealed your little caged penis to Harry.

“Come sit over my lap,” Harry called for you with a ‘come over’ hand gesture.

You went to him, you knew better, you knew at that moment, that you had no choice. You sat your bare bottom over his strong knee. Harry was an older burly man with a white full beard. Faint scents of beer and cigars rose from his clothes. There was something very comforting in his appearance and smell. Without apparent reason, you pressed your head over his chest, like a small child, who needed to be shielded and protected from the unknown.

“Awwww,” Harry said.

“I think my boy is finally warming up to you Harry,” Daddy said and smiled.

You hadn’t noticed, but your cage was going all over, your small penis tried to break free, or at least to have a full erection.

“This is what I’m talking about,” Harry said and grabbed your cage which made you flinch.

“Your boy has an extreme libido, too much he can handle. You did very well by locking him up,” he said as he took a swipe with his finger over the tip of your caged penis, sticking it in what seemed to be like a pool of pre cum, then raising it to show Daddy.

“The cage solved one problem, which was this one playing with himself all the time, but created another problem, sticky pants.”

“Okay, I get it, but what should I do with him now?” Daddy asked.

“Well, boys who can’t keep their pants dry, need protection to help them with that,” Harry said and winked to you. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” he said and with his massive palm, he squeezed your cage and balls.

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Sticky Pants - Part A

When someone sees you, he may think you started to wear diapers because you wet yourself. Now it may be true, but it’s not why you started. It’s not why Daddy decided to make this translation for you, whether you liked it or not. 

Daddy had enough of catching you touching yourself. When you were alone. When he was in the house and you were in another room. Even once when there were guests in the house and you forgot to lock the bathroom door. One gentleman only wanted to wash his hands after dinner and he had to watch you being naughty. Daddy had enough.

That gentleman told Daddy that from his experience, the best thing naughty boys need is to “Lock them up”, as you heard him telling Daddy that evening after the incident. 

A week after, Daddy called you to come sit next to him. He explained he was done with your behavior. He took down your shorts and tighty whities, and with a swift motion locked your flaccid penis.

“I knew small was the right size.” he chuckled and fisted your shoulder.

You were shocked and red from embarrassment. 

The chastity device, or as Daddy liked to call it, “Cage”, became your new reality. You were so horny but couldn’t do anything about it. You missed touching yourself so much. The frustration grew stronger every day. One morning you woke up to find out you had a wet dream. You panicked and threw away the underwear because you were afraid Daddy would find out. Since that morning, pre cum in your tighty whities was a regular thing. You couldn’t help it, it was just pouring out.

One evening the same gentleman who gave Daddy that horrible advice came to dinner again. When you sat in front of him, waves of shame and resentment were pulsing inside of you towards that man. You hated him for what he’d done to you. All those awful emotions were stirring up something inside of you and in your pants. You were throbbing in your cage. You couldn’t look at the man because when you did, your cage was closing on you even more. You asked to be excused from the table, which Daddy granted. When you were standing up, all of you were visible, including your gray sweatpants. 

“Awwww did your boy have an accident?” the man smiled.

“What?” Daddy asked as he was coming back from the kitchen.

“We got a clear case of ‘Sticky Pants’” the man laughed and pointed.

“Come here!” Daddy raised his voice at you.

You walked towards him. He took your wrist in his hand and lifted it so you won’t hide what happened. With his other hand, he swatted your rear, like you were just a bad boy. All that, in front of that man.

“What am I gonna do with you? Huh?! What I’m going to do with him? I knew you were ruining your tighty whities for a while now, isn’t it right? Such a bad boy, and in front of our guest.” Daddy was mad.

“Well, There is a solution for keeping Sticky Pants dry.” the man said and winked at you.

“I’m listening…” Daddy said as he sat down in his chair, forcing you to sit on his lap when you were on the verge of crying.

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Des détournements souvent sexuels, mais pas que, autour des personnages des comics, Marvel et DC sans distinction mais chut faut pas les citer parce que c’est déposé !

Trash et tellement hilarant ! Pas vraiment politiquement correct, c’est pas pour les -18ans pour de bonnes raisons, mais vraiment bonnes. Un sens du détail qui n’épargne personne et qui rend jubilatoire chaque planche. Quelques situations humoristiques qui deviennent des gags de répétition très réussis. Une bonne tranche de rigolade à partager !