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Diaper check! ✅
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Diaper dice dare
What you’ll need: 6 sided dice Some thick diapers Marshmallows [optional] Coke zero/energy drink/coffee Duct tape Banana Oats Bladder tea Ice cubes
You’ll roll the dice every hour. You always one hour time to complete the task. If you leak add another layer or use plastic pants. If you add a diaper perforate the full ones with a knife, needle…
Start: It’ll take you ~one day to complete the task
Tip: if you have a long dare you should go to the toilet right before you start if you don’t like it messy
[Optional roll for messy fans before you begin] 1: take a laxative at half-time 2: take a laxative 2 hours before you’ll finish 3: insert 3 marshmallows while you diaper up 4: same as 3 + take laxative at half-time 5: take a laxative at half-time and every time you need a extra layer or are told to add an extra layer 6: just don’t go to the toilet 24 hours before you start the task(you can go peeing) eat something made of wholemeal and let it go whenever you have to
Outfit 1: 1 diaper and try to stay naked the whole time 2: 1 diaper and a pacifier 3: 1 diaper and a very skinny jeans and no shirt 4: 2 diapers (if you like secure them with tape) 5: 1 diaper and plastic pants
6: 2 diapers and plastic pants
Number of rolls/hours diapered
1: only 8 rolls 2: only 10 rolls 3: all rolls 4: all rolls + stay like this overnight 5: all rolls + clean-up and diaper again for the night 6: all rolls + roll d6 at the end. 1-3=1 extra hour to stay like this 3-6=2 extra hours
My recommendation start at 8 or 9 am in the morning!
Roll 1: 1: a huge cup of coffee is a nice start, isn’t it? 2: drink a litre of water within the next 30 min. 3: 1 cup of coffee and 2 glasses of water 4: drink one glass of water every hour (if you are told to drink something within the next hours add this to it) 5: 2 cups of coffee at the first 10 min. and you are not allowed to pee within this first hour 6: it’s up to you;)
Roll 2: Even: 0,3l of water every hour Uneven: 0,5l of water every hour
Roll 3: Your diaper seems so dry 1: put a banana in your diaper and squish it 2: pour a cup of black coffee in the back of your diaper… you messy lil kid 3: put a glass of water (0,3l) in your diaper 4: same as 3 just use 0,5l 5: congratulations, seems you have a strong bladder 6: mix the oats with some water, wait a bit then put it in your diaper
Roll 4: go out for a 20-30 min walk 1,3,5: you can wear something loose to hide it 2,4,5: wear something that, if someone pays attention, can see your diaper (e.g. your waist is showing a bit, slim jeans, etc.)
Roll 5: time to add a layer 1-2: add a diaper 3-4: add a diaper + plastic pants 5-6: add a diaper + cover all tight with duct tape
Still drinking your amount you have to every hour? If not add everything you forgot and enjoy it now! Cheers;)
Roll 6: eat something Even: oats with yoghurt Odd: 2 glasses of baby food
Roll 7: 1: 1 energy drink 2: 2 glasses of water 3: not allowed to drink anything 4: just enjoy what you have to drink already 5: a cup of bladder tea 6: cup of milk
Roll 8: punishment time 1: lucky boy/girl 2: stand 15 min. in front of a mirror with splayed legs and sucking your thumb 3: make a picture of your thick package and post it on Tumblr or somewhere else 4: write DIAPER FAGGOT on your nappy 5: do Roll 5 again 6: write 30 times on a piece of paper : “I’m a little baby with a thick and wet diaper package between my legs”
Roll 9: it’s time treat yourself a bit 1,4,5: you deserve 2 chilled bear and a baby food glass 2,3,5: enjoy a bruised banana, a glass of diet coke and a bladder tea because coke isn’t good for young child’s;)
Roll 10: tv time 1+2: watch a tutorial how to diaper a little child and what’s important to avoid a diaper rash 3+4: go to a kids channel and watch a show for little kids 5+6: watch whatever you like but do it without cloths, only in diapers
Roll 11: no risk no fun 1-3: bring out your garbage in nothing but your diapers 4-5: sit on your balcony, terrace in nothing but your diapers for 30 min
-> if you don’t complete this add an hour “stay like this time” at the end
Roll 12 1: do again Roll 7 2: when you have finished and change take a deep breath of your smelly diaper 3: oh no… unfortunately you have to sleep like this 4: put 5 ice cubes in your inner layer 5: extra hour for you before you can change 6: lucky…no you aren’t 1 litre of water for you
If you see this you have completed the dare or you just have to stay a bit longer in your diapers but it feels good, doesn’t it? You can be proud of what you’ve achieved. Let me know if you liked it and if it was hard or not. You can comment here or send a private message. I’ll probably create some more dares in the future;)
It would be a nice support if you refer to me as dare creator and don’t claim it to be yours, thx:D
Domestic faggot Running An Errand
The faggot drove the SUV to Oakland Airport and parked. Checking the time the faggot grabbed the envelope with the letters written in big black marker and went to the arrivals building and waited.
It watched the flight board until it saw the new slaves trainee’s plane had landed. The faggot had seen a picture of the slave on MASTER’S computer so it knew who it was looking for. Still the faggot held up the envelope with the letters on it. It wasn’t a name, it was an abbreviation of the MASTER’S training facility.
After a few minutes the prospective slave came through the exit. He looked like the picture and was dressed as instructed and carrying only a small bag. The slave trainee approached the faggot and said “you the ride?” The faggot nodded and opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to the slave.
slave,
This is one of MY faggots. It does not have permission to speak. Here are the instructions:
Follow the faggot to its car. Take a photo of the license plate and email it to the person who knows what the slave is doing for the weekend. Then surrender phone, wallet, cash etc. to the faggot. They will be placed inside this envelope and sealed. They will be given back at the end of the training session.
Strip and get in the back of the car. The faggot will inspect that the slave is plugged and locked in chastity as instructed. The faggot will cuff it, gag it and hood it. The slave will be driven to the facility where it will spend the agreed upon period in the serious bondage training it has asked for. MASTER will commit to the limits the slave has discussed but there is no backing out after this point. The slave will not be released until it is time for it to return to the airport.
If it agrees use the pen and sign these instructions. If not turn around and walk away.
MASTER
The slave looked up and took the pen the faggot was holding out and scribbled and handed the pen and letter back. They went into the manila envelope.
The faggot turned and started walking out to the parking lot.
The faggot purposely parked far out in a dark corner of the lot with no other cars nearby.
At the car the faggot pointed to the license plate and the slave took a picture. Then did some stuff on its phone before handing it over.
The faggot took it and powered it off and dropped it in the envelope. Then the slave, a little reluctantly handed over a wallet, some bills and coins and a set of keys.
The faggot dropped these in and sealed the envelope closed and placed it in the glove compartment.
Then pointing at its clothes to indicate it should strip.
The faggot could tell the slave was getting nervous as the reality of its situation sunk in and how vulnerable it was making itself. It was hesitating.
The faggot looked around and then opened its fly and pulled out its dick locked in a cage. Then it opened the collar of its shirt and showed off the padlock chain. Engraved on the padlock was the word MASTER. There was also a dog tag that said faggot – property of MASTER.
Seeing these symbols of the MASTER’S ownership of the faggot sort of unstuck the slaves brain and made it remember what it wanted and needed. The slave kicked off its shoes, pulled down its pants and pulled off its shirt. The slave was wearing a white jock and it started to pull that down. The faggot reached out and stopped the slave. Pulling the waste band out the faggot inspected and saw the faggot was locked in a Holy trainer chastity device.
Then the faggot gestured for the slave to turn and the faggot inspected its ass and saw that there was a black rubber plug in place. The slave had flown for four hours plugged and locked.
The faggot indicated for the slave to take off its socks and get in the SUV. The faggot opened the overnight bag and inspected the contents. There was a pair of ear buds. If the slave had followed the MASTER’S instructions it would have downloaded files from the MASTER to its phone and listened to them on the flight. There was also a bottle of water, some specific gear the MASTER told it to bring. The faggot checked for anything that the slave was not supposed to bring but it looked like the slave had followed instructions.
The faggot looked at the naked slave. The slave was muscular and had the body of a wrestler. The slave was trembling a little bit.
The faggot reached into the duffel bag on the front seat and pulled out a pair of Hyatt handcuffs. The faggot gestured for the slave to put its hands behind its back. The slave hesitated for a minute and then did as instructed. The faggot made fast work in securing the slaves wrists.
The rest was easy. First came a leather hood over the slave’s head. The faggot lined up the nostrils and then laced the hood tight. The hood had an outer flap that zipped down over the lacings and the faggot secured that. The hood had no eyeholes so the slave was truly helpless now. The hood had an attached collar that went around the neck and was locked over the zipper. Next came a rubber cock gag that went into the slaves mouth and was secured around the hood and locked. The slave moaned as it was being gagged and the locked slave dick shifted under the jock.
The faggot did not have the keys to the cuffs, hood or gag. The slave was secure until the MASTER unlocked it. The faggot just had to make sure nothing special occurred while driving to the MASTERS facility.
The faggot helped the slave lay down on the back seat of the SUV. With quick work the faggot cuffed the slaves ankles and then connected them with a short chain to the bound wrists. The slave was now hogtied. At the top of the hood there was a D-Ring and the faggot pulled the head back and connected that with a short chain to the cuffs. The head restriction wasn’t too tight. It just made sure the slave could breathe through its nostrils or through the tube in the gag.
With the slave secure the faggot took a pair of DJ style headphones and figuring out where the slaves ears were under the hood, put them on. The headphones were attached to an iPod. The faggot hit play and the slave was listening to the MASTER’S voice. The slaves training had already begun.
One last thing, the faggot soaked a small cloth with poppers and held them to the slaves nostrils. Smelling the poppers the slave inhaled greedily and then began moaning , writhing and humping the seat.
The faggot wanted a hit of poppers itself but it wasn’t allowed. Plus there was at least an hour of driving. The MASTER’S facility was on the peninsula, across San Francisco Bay.
The faggot got in the front seat, shifted a little so its own locked dick and plugged hole were comfortable and then started the SUV and left the parking lot with the MASTER’S new object in the back.
The drive was uneventful. The slave made occasional grunting noises from the back. The faggot didn’t listen to the radio or music. This was the beginning of isolation training for the slave. First it will lose track of time. The slave will have no idea where it is. MASTER does not give out personal information to slave trainees. They don’t even know what HE looks like. They come to be trained as objects, gimps and bondage slaves.
This slave arrived Wednesday night at 10 PM and its flight out is Monday at 8 PM so for the next 114 hours, till Monday at 4 PM this slave will be an object. With every aspect of its existence controlled. With no way out, no safe word to stop the training.
The faggot does not know specifically what the MASTER negotiated with the slave about limits but the faggot does know that the MASTER always keeps them in some form of bondage.
There has never been a slave that was trained that didn’t beg to come back for more, for longer sessions and so many crave to live in permanent bondage, owned property of the MASTER.
Once the faggot arrived at the facility it made quick work of freeing the slaves ankles, removing the headphones and disconnecting the chain from the hood.
The faggot helped the slave out of the vehicle and had it standing, still cuffed, still hooded and gagged.
The faggot clipped a leash to the front of the hood and grabbing the bag and envelope from the front passenger seat, led the slave into its new home for the next five days.
In the main room there was a cage.
The faggot led the slave to the cage and pulled down the slave’s jock. The caged slave’s dick bounced a bit now that it was free from the restrictions of the pouch. As the faggot bent down and helped the slave step at out of the jock it could see that it was as aroused as it could get and a clear stream was leaking from the caged dick. The faggot helped the slave get down on its knees and helped it crawl backwards into the cage. It was a small cage and the slave had to stay with its head bowed toward the floor of the cage with its cuffed writs behind its back near the top of the cage. The faggot worked quickly, first connecting the wrists with a chain to the top bars. Then the D-Ring on the hood connected to the bars on the front top end of the cage. Then the faggot closed and locked the door. One last chain connected the slave’s collar to the floor of the cage.
The faggot went around the back and connected each ankle to a corner of the cage. Finally a small chain went around the slave’s balls and that too was connected to the bars of the cage. The MASTER had all the keys so the slave wasn’t going anywhere.
The slave was immobilized, kneeling, waiting for the MASTER.
The faggot gave the slave another hit of poppers and then put the bottle on a counter along with the slave’s possessions.
The faggot knelt on the dungeon floor, near the cage,head bowed, hands behind its back and waited.
Silently the MASTER came in. HE looked at the slave in the cage, moving silently around. HE was not ready for the slave to know HIS presence.
HE gestured for the faggot to follow HIM out of the room. HE walked down the corridor to the isolation cell.
He made quick work of putting the faggot in a straight jackets and then heavy chains. A large gag and muzzle went on the faggot’s head. Aside from giving instructions HE said nothing.
In short work the faggot was sitting on the floor of the cell. In a heavy straight jacket, ankles shackled and attached to a ring in the floor. Leather muzzle with a cock gag locked on its head. A heavy collar around its neck and attached to the wall. The straight jacket wrapped in chains making it even more restricting. The faggots locked dick swelled in its chastity device and it its hole tightened around the base of the plug. The faggot craved bondage training by the MASTER more than anything.
The MASTER turned and picked up some things off the floor. The faggot saw what they were. It was the last things the faggot would see for a while. The MASTER held the padded blindfold and the leather bag. The bag was unique. It was cut for the faggot’s head. There were two rubber tubes where the nostrils were. First MASTER put on the padded blind folded. Then the faggot felt the internal ends of the tubes go up its nostrils. The bag was then pulled over the faggot’s head, over the muzzle and blindfold, pulled snug at the back and then locked closed by placing a padlock through two grommets at the rear base of the hood.
The bag was snug but not form fitting. If the faggot breathed through the gag in its mouth and the muzzle it would get very warm in the bag. But the nostril tubes always made sure the faggot had a fresh air supply. Or a supply of whatever else the MASTER wanted it to breathe. The other unique feature of the bag were the headphones sewn into the sides.
Suddenly MASTERS voice filled its head. “it is a faggot. it is an object” “it exists to serve” it exists to be used” “it exists to Worship” “it exists to obey”. It listened to the MASTER’S Voice on an endless loop, repeating, training its mind, programming it.
Then the faggot realized in was breathing in poppers, hit after hit of poppers as the MASTERS voice filled the blackness. The faggots mind and spirit raced with a rush of positive emotions. it was only given poppers when MASTER was pleased with it. The faggot had done well and the MASTER approved. These thoughts filled it with a sense of purpose and well-being.
The faggot vaguely realized that the inner door and outer door of the isolation cell had closed. It was alone, isolated in the blackness, the place created by the MASTER for it.
And this is how the faggot was kept for the next few hours as the MASTER began training HIS newest slave prospect.
The faggot was in the blackness, existing for the MASTER, an object, property, with only a single thought….
“The MASTER is everything, it belongs to the MASTER”.
……… To be continued.
I really enjoyed reading this story.
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After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.
After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.
After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.
He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.
I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.
It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.
Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.
Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.
Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.
In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.
A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.
He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.
He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.
He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…
I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….
I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.
I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.
Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.
The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…
After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.
He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.
Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.
Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.
I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.
The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …
At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.
The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.
At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.
He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.
Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.
Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …
Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.
He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.
I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.
He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.
He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?
I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?
I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.
We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.
A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.
He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…
Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.
We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.
I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.
We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.
He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.
He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?
After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.
What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.
Then he left into the hut, leaving me immobilized out at the porch. no way to scream, swear, shout, no way to escape, left to my thoughts … what did I get myself into…. time will tell…. and despite being shocked about what just happened, despite being annoyed, angry, upset … my dick kept fighting in his prison, some part of me indeed seemed to like what this future will be … but only some part …
Mikey’s Guide to Unpotty Training
My Guide to Unpotty Training
Today I want to share the tricks and tips I used to unpotty train myself. Keep in mind that some things will being to work almost immediately (3-4 days), while others will take weeks, months or even years.
So if you are ready to be a diaper wearing little boy like me, here’s how to start.
1) Make the commitment. From here onwards you will only wear diapers. When I made this decision myself years ago I opened my dresser drawer and took out all of cartoon briefs and tightie whities (I never did wear “big boy” underwear). I then took my scissors and cut up my underoes so all I was left with was a pile of cotton rags. I quickly got myself padded up before I could change my mind, put on some pants and took my destroyed underwear to the trash, telling myself that I will NEVER wear underwear again.
2. From here onwards you can only wear diapers at all times. Regardless of where you are or what the occasion, unpotty training requires you to wear diapers at all times, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The moment you put on that big boy underwear and use that potty all that training you did will be destroyed. It takes a great degree of effort to convince your body that it is okay to just let go whenever and wherever. Potty training and all those years of using the potty have created a very strong learned behaviour.
3). Drink lots of water and juice throughout the day, this will keep you bladder full and make it much easier to practice uncontrolled wetting. It is also important to drink two bottles of juice or water within one hour of bedtime. This will help ensure you have to wet throughout the night.
4) Now for the unpotty training. Wet as soon as you feel it, DO NOT hold it. You want to train you body to just “release” on its on. I repeat NEVER HOLD IT. By holding it you are strengthening the bladder, rather then weakening it. It’s a muscle that needs training, so ensure you are constantly training it to relax. It is not initially possible to “ignore” the conscious awareness of needing to wet, but by telling yourself to relax and “let it happen” you will find your subconscious, the part that actually keep your from wetting yourself and controls the autonomous behaviour responses, will begin to accept and adopt the new patterns and responses until you do just void unconsciously. A few days to a week of unconscious natural voiding and you will be wetting and messing just like a little baby. Continue rewarding yourself mentally for being such a good baby, and wetting and messing yourself naturally and easily, and you will never feel ashamed or humiliated or embarrassed about what you now can do. Unpotty training is a combination of both physical and mental training.
5) Night-time wetting will take FOREVER. So have patience. Go to bed every night with a full bladder. Falling asleep with a bottle or sippy cup of water works great. Since you went to bed with a full bladder you will likely wake up and at some point and need to pee. Try to picture yourself remaining asleep as you wet, and “pretend” you are still sleeping. After you wet your diaper, relax again, and picture this happening while you sleep soundly, contentedly, and happily. Soon this is exactly how it will happen. It may take a few months [my experience] for you to sleep soundly through the night, and to wet naturally in your sleep. You may find yourself waking a while after you have wet, or just as you are wetting, but ignore it, and keep your eyes closed and fall back asleep. Remind yourself how wonderful it feels and fall asleep sucking your pacifier and hugging your teddy bear.
6) Remember what you are doing is potty training in reverse, so have patience. It took time to become potty trained in the first place and more important it is something you have been doing for decades, so it will take patience and time to unpotty train. Continue to reward and reinforce the “good, nice” sensations of wetting (and messing) and you will soon teach your body that it is okay to be a diaper boy.
And this here is how I became diaper dependent. But I have some bad news. Potty training is like learning to ride a bicycle, it’s something you never forget. In your subconscious you will still have that “potty training”, but this is a way to override that training and enjoying being in diapers 24/7. If you want something that is 100% effective surgery or a catheter is the only way to go. But for this little boy it’s 100% natural unpotty training for now.
WHY FAGGOTS ARE INHERENTLY INFERIOR
Every faggot instinctively knows that it is inferior to all Real Men. While this is a self-evident truth, some faggots have a hard time articulating the reasons. Here are five:
1. REAL MEN HAVE COCKS
A Real Man was born with a Cock and knows how to use it. That thing that hangs between a faggot’s legs is not a Cock. It is useless. It is irrelevant. It is, at best, a tiny boydick. It will never fulfill the function of a Man’s Cock.
Real Cocks belong only to Real Men and are the supreme tools of their POWER and instruments of DOMINATION. A Cock is the ultimate symbol and expression of Masculine POTENCY.
This, of course, is why faggots are so eager to kneel before a Man and worship a Real Cock. Faggots don’t have one, and want to feel the power of a Cock as it takes over their inferior little lives.
2. REAL MEN HAVE CUM
It’s a serious mistake to call the fluid that sometimes escapes from a faggot boydick “Cum.” It may technically be “semen” but Cum is something much more than that.
Cum is something only Men can produce because only Men have Real Cocks.
Little faggot boydicks may sometimes leak faggy semen … but the Cum that a Man’s Cock ERUPTS is a precious, life transforming thing. It explodes, surges, jets and gushes. When a Man Cums it is like the raw power of nature unleashed.
The ultimate goal of any faggot is to get a real man to let His Cum erupt into the faggot’s mouth and ass. Humbly accepting a Man’s Cum is the reason a faggot was born.
3. FAGGOTS DESPERATELY NEED REAL MEN, BUT REAL MEN DON’T NEED FAGGOTS
A faggot’s only worth is in its use to a Man and nothing more.
In other words, a faggot needs a Man to BE a faggot. It needs Cock, it needs Cum, it needs Mastery. It needs everything that only a Man can give it. A faggot is willing to submit to anything, to surrender everything, just to be used by a Man.
Real Men may be willing to use a faggot. To exploit a faggot. To fuck and discard a faggot. But in the end, Real Men have many options and they do NOT need faggots. At all.
4. FAGGOTS ARE WEAK & PATHETIC
Faggots are inferior creatures that allow Men to do all sorts of depraved things to them:
- Letting strangers fuck their ass
- Drinking piss
- Letting Men spit on their faces
- Begging Men to use them, degrade them and dispose of them
- Giving Men money to whore them out
The list of humiliations, degradation, abuse, whoredom, and exploitation goes on. Groveling is the natural state of a faggot. It craves abject submission and absolute obedience.
It is natural for a Real Man to demonstrate His dominance and superiority by fucking, using, abusing, humiliating and exploiting a faggot.
5. BECAUSE OF HOW A FAGGOT READS THIS
As faggots read these words, they find their boydicks are getting hard. Some faggots will have stripped down by now so they can read these words completely naked, like they should be. Obedient faggots will be kneeling naked on the floor as they read this. All faggots will be rock hard and dripping precum.
That is the difference between Men and faggots. Faggots get turned on by the mere thought of being used and degraded.
- It proves that they are inferior.
- It proves that Men are Superior.
I know that YOU are reading this and desperately want to feel dominated and exposed. YOU feel a mixture of agitation and excitement. YOU have your hand on your boydick, stroking as you read. YOU feel a perverse and euphoric rush of weakness, surrender, and total submission. You want a Man to take you, fuck you and put you in your place.
YOU are a faggot. Strip. Kneel. Bow your head. Surrender Everything. Obey.
it strips. It kneels. it bows its head. it surrenders everything. it obeys. it is a faggot.
Chastity and the Master/slave relationship
Chastity of the slave is absolute and essential to life as a slave. Chastity is not about occasional chastity play. Chastity beyond a couple of hours, or a couple of days, is no longer just for fun, but becomes a tool for devotion, power exchange and emotional connectivity. It is about the letting go of a slave's ego and giving a Master charge of his body. Chastity locks the slave down, physically and emotionally, to his Master. A collar is a chain or strap and a lock that goes around the neck and symbolises that body and mind is owned. A chastity device grabs the genitals and controls any chance of erection. It is an active form of participation in terms of ownership, a constant reminder of who has the key, who owns the slave sexually. The chastity experience dials up quite quickly. Day one it is erotic. Day two slave craves to make his keyholder happy. Day three slave is desperate for him. Within a week slave will do anything for his Master. Chastity as a lifestyle and as part of power exchange is different from chastity as kinky fun. The slave is even not allowed to ask to be unlocked. An infraction of this rule must result in punishment. A begging to cum is transformed into pure devotion to please the Master. Long term chastity is not about when the slave will orgasm next, it is about total power exchange, letting the Master own the slave body entirely, and knowing that Master will unlock the chastity device if he wants to. Chastity has its own power and mental energy. But, because it’s a mental journey, it’s important to remember that it grows, morphs and changes constantly. It’s a dynamic progress and doesn’t work well with rigid protocols and rules only that are not monitored.
Chastity device
The chastity regime must be ensured by a chastity device permanently locked on the slave's genital area with a penis tube designed for preventing full erection. The slave will even sleep with his chastity device on. The Master shall make every effort to prevent ejaculation, stimulation, gratification or pleasure of the penis by keeping the chastity devices working and using devices that comply with the latest technology and safety. If it is necessary to remove the penis from a chastity device, the Master will endeavour to maintain control of the penis through restraint or direct supervision. The penis must be reinserted into the designated chastity device as quickly as practicable at the end of an unlocked period.
Unlocked times
Unlocked times must be prevented as much as possible but will occur during periods of cleaning, for health reasons or any other reasons where genital area must be freely accessible. If the slave is not locked he may under no circumstance ever touch anywhere in the genital area without express permission to do so. During slave cleaning periods, or when changing any worn devices, the controlling party will wash, clean, shave and otherwise care for the genital areas of the slave. Slave will never allow any third party to touch or play with genitalia without the express permission of the Master. The slave will wet himself in the shower, he will soap himself, bar of soap may touch his genitals and asshole, but he will never touch the slave genital area himself. The Master may remove the slave's chastity device for cock and ball training sessions. The slave is expected to become and remain erect during these rare occasions as a symbol of his never-satisfied need. As it will have been many weeks, perhaps months, since the slave had been unlocked, an erection is not likely to be difficult. The Master will likely tease the slave’s genitals, massaging them and toying with them.
Masturbation and sexual intercourse
The chastised penis shall never be masturbated or touched by anyone, including the Master, slave or any third party, in any stimulating, gratifying or pleasurable manner, with the intention to induce a cumshot. An erection of the chastised penis is periodically welcomed for health reasons and shall be induced as clinically as possible in a humiliating and punitive manner with every attempt to avoid pleasure to slave. Unless explicitly ordered by the Master, slave shall never pleasure itself sexually. This includes touching or manipulating its nipples or the penis in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner or penetrating its anus in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner. The Master may, at his sole discretion, deny any or all sexual intercourse to slave for any period of time, including in perpetuity. Slave shall have no sexual intercourse with any third party. Slave’s sole sexual satisfaction shall come from servicing the Master. The penis shall never again engage in active sexual intercourse and shall never penetrate a body cavity or be touched by lips or tongue.
Sex drive
At times the urge to ejaculate may be almost unbearable for the slave. He has standing permission to express his sexual feelings. As he is not allowed to speak or may be gagged he should do this by deep moanings, temptations to touch his genital area through the steel chastity device, or by winding his body. The Master will not punish the slave for expressing his feelings. Instead, the Master will likely hold the slave very closely tight and lecture him gently on his role and purpose as a slave, and the role and purpose of the Master. He will explain that the purpose of the slave is to need his Master, that being aroused is a symbol of this need, and that his horniness is absolutely welcomed. He will explain that the purpose of the Master is to have his needs satisfied, that his orgasms are a symbol of this satisfaction, and that the slave should be proud and derive contentment from helping his Master ejaculate.
Mental Control
Chastity has a high potential to control a slave mentally. In this heighten state of mind, where the slave is so focused on relationship and sexual needs, there is no possibility to escape from this mental prison. This can be difficult for the slave to deal with other life stresses, when not be able to get a stress relieved by sexual relief and relaxation. Chastity prevents the slave from escaping the ownership. It’s so massive that he can’t turn his vision away from it. If there are issues and tensions in the relationship, there is no way for the slave to temporarily escape from it. He is trapped in this mental prison by his Master. The chastity will certainly continuously train his devotion and submission. An increased sex drive, combined with the mental effects of chastity, leads to an unruly power that needs to be exchanged with the Master. In a final state this leads to a total power exchange in the Master-slave relationship.
Chastity and TPE (total power exchange)
Chastity may cause emotional instability for the slave. After some days in chastity what starts out as erotic and fun can quickly turn intense. When the intensity of chastity starts peaking, the slave´s mind is drifting in a very heightened space, but release is denied by Master. Without the chastity device slave would probably immediately jerk off for stress relief, but when locked up his Master deliberately boils him in that heighten state of mind. Master keeps slave's dick tightly locked and direct his high sexual energy into devotion and submission to him. Chastity is a great tool for power exchange, but without close monitoring this part of power exchange is often unknown to the Master. If Master is paying close attention to his slave, power exchange through chastity can be a space where Master is watching his slave squirm and struggle. When Master is also at the peak of sexual energy strong power exchange is happening and the Master-slave relationship is balanced. But the nature of chastity often means that the submissive slave is focused a lot more on the dynamic and the Master than the Master is focused on his slave. The slave is being constantly reminded, physically and emotionally, so his focus can be very strong. That can lead to instability and disbalance. The slave may crave for attention, and the Master might not understand that the chastity regime he has imposed on his slave is so powerful and take the slave´s desire negatively. Chastity is an active keeper of the slave´s sex drive in the hand of the Master. Often it can be overlooked that the Master must have a desire for a slave that constantly craves his attention. The Master of a chastity slave must want his slave to suffer and struggle for him and must take his sexual power. Then the equation is balanced, and the power exchange flows nicely back and forth. When slave's energy is so strong, it can feel like the slave is pushing the Master for more dynamic. The Master may feel annoyed and tell the slave to relax and chill, or worse, tell the slave to shut up. The slave can’t do anything but float in this space of submission, emotionally frustrated by his Master, but unable to explain this frustration. Master will keep this in mind and do everything not to run into this situation.
A very comprehensive guide on chastity and how it affects both the DOM and sub.
Turning Jake Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 2: Jakey’s Transformation
Chapter 2: Jakey’s Transformation
KIDNAPPER
The house is only about 5 minutes from here and as I pull in to the garage, I turn the car off and shut the garage door. I get out of the van and carry Jakey into the house, making sure to lock all 5 pad locks with the different keys on my key ring. I carry Jakey up to his new room and start to strip off his clothes. I take off his shirt, and see my boys beautiful chest with two perfectly round small pink nipples, his chiseled 6 pack abs with a happy trail of hair leading to his skinny jeans and the waistband of the fruit of the loom tighty whities. My mouth is salivating, I love this site so much already, its about to get even better. Then I start to slide his jeans down and expose my boys tighty whitie bulge and his rock hard quads and hamstrings. Once I slide each leg out of the shorts, I take the shirt and shorts and throw them in the trash can in the kitchen, no need for these anymore. Once back in the room with the sleeping boy in his skin tight tighty whities, I run my hands over his pecs, down to his briefs and then under to the firm bubble butt I had been admiring for so long. Even though the boy was sleeping, his cock seem to like the attention I was doing to his body and bubble butt, it was starting to get hard in the briefs. I run my mouth over the briefs and smell the boys scent…. its memorizing to me. After enjoying my boys smell, I decided it was time to get him completely naked, even though I enjoyed this sight so much, I decided to pull out my phone and take a picture of each part of my boys new life. *snap* I got the picture.
Here was the moment, the one I’ve been waiting for for so long. I slide my finger tips in the waistband of the tighty whities and I start to slowly pull them down, exposing a nice teen bush and his cock is hard and being pulled down with the briefs. Once I get the briefs below his nice balls, his cock springs free and slaps against his tummy and stands straight up. He is looking about 6”-6.5” and he is cut. “What a good boy already! But we will have to surely do something about that hair.” I think to myself. Once I have the briefs off his body, I see that he had some skid marks in the back, “Looks like my boy needs help with everything.” I put those on the table next to where he is laying to save for later.
Once my boy is naked completely, I go into the bathroom and grab shaving supplies, razor, shaving creams, a towel, and a warm bowl of water. I get everything set up and spray some shaving cream into my hands. I lather my boy up, from his belly button, to the top of his butt crack. Starting with his tummy, I shave all the hair and shaving cream away with the razor. Making sure to take my time and get him as smooth as a baby. Then I moved to his balls, nice and big for a boy his size actually. I hung Jakeys legs up with the foot holders hanging from the ceiling and this gave me great access to his boy bum and tight, never-been-touched, virgin hole. I shave him smooth as a baby’s bottom.
I stand back to admire my beautiful naked boy. From head to toe, he was perfect. Legs lifted in the air, exposing his smooth bubble butt and tight hole. For about 5 minutes I stood there and just looked at my boy…. Rubbing my hard cock through my jeans, didn’t wanna ruin all the fun for later.
I got my boy in his new clothes and outfit. Put him in his new bed, and got his all strapped in. I had both wrists restrained and then I had both legs restrained to the frame of his bed. There was no getting out, even a magician couldn’t get out of these restraints, and even if he did, how is he gonna get over the Canyon of Despair? There he was, lying there, sleeping, not moving at all, not that he could. He would be waking up here soon and I didn’t want him to see me just yet, were keeping that a surprise for now.
Turning Jake Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 8: Baby Jakey’s First Tummy Time
Chapter 8: Baby Jakey’s First Tummy Time
KIDNAPPER
Like last time I left the nursery, I ran as quickly as I could to my office and turned the monitor on to watch my baby boy on my computer. I almost forgot to set a timer, but I managed to get a 15 minute timer set on my phone.
I watched as my baby endured his first ‘tummy time.’ He had his head laid to the left side looking at the toy shelf and admiring all the toys he would hopefully soon get too play with. I have to admit, my baby Jakey looked very peaceful and relaxed on his tummy. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was enjoying this tummy time.
My raging hard on had not gone soft since eat moment I was sitting in my car and he walked around the corner. I was rubbing the front of my jeans, trying not to shoot my load of cum in my already precummed soaked briefs.
On the computer screen, my baby started to look around a little bit. He looked forward and then to his right side. Watching my baby , I thought “I cant wait til my baby learns to crawl and we get to go out and I can show him off!”
As soon as I know it, the timer on my phone is going off. I get very excited and run to the door of my baby’s nursery. Unlocking all 3 dead bolt locks and walking inside. Once I am in side, I see my beautiful baby boy laying in the exact position I had left him in, like a good 9 month old baby. I turn around and lock the 3 dead bolts with my keys.
“Hello my beautiful baby Jakey. How was your ’tummy time’?” I say to my baby as I pick him up and give him a big hug. From behind the pacifier he says, “Fucking boring and stupid. I want to go home!” Shocked at his response, I quickly reply, “Thats a BAD baby Jakey!” Give him 5 spanking on his shit filled diaper and make sure to push hard so it squishes every where and to remind him who has the power, “You will not use big boy words! That is another punishment for you! One more outburst like that and we go back to the big pacifier gag!”
I reached over to his toy shelf and pulled out a round, plastic seat. It was one of the baby bumbo seats, but three times as big. It must’ve been made for adults. “I think I want you to sit up like a big boy today, my baby Jakey.” He said as he placed my super full diaper into the seat.
JAKEY
‘No no no! Please don’t make me sit in this poopy filled diapered any longer’ I thought to myself. There was a piece of plastic that went between my legs and as I got put down into the bumbo seat, it pushed against my cage and made the contents of my diaper get squished everywhere. I feel my poop get squished all over my Chasity cage, bum cheeks, and my ass hole. I just really hope this diaper doesn’t leak… I’ve only seen a few ‘diaper blowouts’ at the swimming pool and family parties and I don’t want to be the baby who has the blowout. ‘Wait! I just referred to myself as a baby! No! This cant be happening! Maybe it was the nursery, or the guy treating me as a baby…. Or its the super full, thick, squishy diaper… or the pacifier in my mouth…’ I just whimpered a little at this thought. I was starting to already change my thoughts about myself, and it was the first morning. ‘I cant let this happen! I won’t let this happen!’ I reaffirmed myself. ‘He won’t break me. I am a 18 year old man!’
But then all my weight is in the bumbo, and he kinda twists me a little and I get squished into the bumbo comfortably, except I could feel the buttplug in the back of my diaper, lodged, up and down, in my bum crack.
My kidnapper said, “This is a special seat made just for babies. It is to help you sit up straight and will teach my baby Jakey good posture!” He claps his hands and is giddy “I going to go and do a little work in my office and then start lunch shortly baby. I will see you on the baby monitor so if you need anything, you can signal me just as any baby would their daddy… Ill let you figure that one out.” Finishing his sentence with a slight evil laugh, and turns on the turn that was hidden in the toy shelf. “Here are some cartoons for my baby Jakey.”
My kidnapper came over, kissed me on the cheek and ruffled my hair, “You be a good baby boy for daddy and we will see about your punishment later. I know you are sorry, and are still adjusting to the rules. Have fun, and ill be right here if you need me baby.”
He walked over to the door, pulled out his keys and found the 3 keys to undo the pad locks. He blew a kiss and then walked out the door, shut it, and I heard the 3 padlocks getting locked again.
I wished I was still laying on my tummy. It was nice and relaxing. The carpet was soft and felt good on my face. It was the best I’ve felt since I woke up in this new found prison. It felt good to lay on my tummy and just decompress all the crap that has happened this morning. I wished I could get up and run away, but I wished I could at least get up and lay back on my tummy for ‘tummy time.’
Now that he was gone, and I was sitting upright, I was able to get a bearings of my new living situation a little better. I was going to start devising a plan on how to get the fuck out of this insane guys house. I don know how much longer I could be in this situation.
KIDNAPPER
As I went to the kitchen to grab a drink, I had to pat myself on the back for surprising my baby boy with the bumbo chair. I had almost forgotten I had it specially made for an instance such as the one he is in now. I grab a soda, and then hurry to my office and turn the computer monitor on so I can see my baby. He was sitting in the bumbo chair as I left him, and was looking around at anything besides the cartoons on the tv. ‘My baby must be so excited that he cant focus on what he wants to play with first.’ I chuckle as I think to myself.
I answer some emails and try to distract myself from what my baby is doing, but I have to admit, about every 5 seconds, I have to look over to the special monitor that has my baby on it. Just seeing him give me so much joy and excitement. I am already in love with my Baby Jakey! And the fact that he is so stubborn makes me more madly in love with him.
After an hour or so, I decided it was soon time to go back to my baby. I was missing him so much, and it was very hard to concentrate on working when I would look at my baby and think of his current situation. I had gotten enough work done that I won’t have to do more than an hour or so later in the afternoon while my baby takes a nap.
JAKEY
I hated this situation. This bumbo seat would probably be more comfortable if I wasn’t wearing a thick diaper filled with my poop and piss and the butt plug that was once holding all the mess inside me. Thankfully I was unable to move and squish around more in my diaper, but I could still feel everything that was happening down there.
I was in hell. ‘How much longer was he going to make me watch this stupid tv show and sit in this full diaper?’ I thought to myself, right as I heard the deadbolts start unlocking, one by one. My kidnapper opened the door and walked in with that big dorky/devilish smile that hasn’t left his face. “Hello my baby boy Jakey! How was cartoon time?” He said picking me up from my bumbo chair.
He finally wiped that smirk off his face when he lifted me in the air. He held me out from his body and made a stinky face. “What is that smell? Is it my baby boy Jakey?!” He said, finally acknowledging what I had done in my diaper. Major embarrassment went through my whole entire body. This is the moment I had wished I could crawl, no not crawl…walk, into a deep hole and never come out of.
“I think my stinky baby needs a change now!” He said as he laid me down on the changing table. Once I was laid down flat, he took my feet and hooked them in the straps hanging from the ceiling. My kidnapper started patting my diaper butt and squishing everything around one last time before changing me.
Turning Jakey Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 7: Baby’s First Breakfast
(Sorry I forgot to post Chapter 7! 🙈👶🏼🙃)
JAKEY
As I sat there, strapped into the monkey highchair, in my thick piss soaked, shit filled diaper, a pacifier gag strapped in my mouth, my cock and balls were locked in a cage, a bib fastened around my neck and locking mittens on both of my hands. All I could think about was how embarrassed I was, and how I wished I was not conscious for any of this. The worst part of it all, was the horrible smell that filled my nostrils every time I took a breath. I wish I could stop breathing, or take a few breaths from my mouth, cause there was no getting used to the horrible shit smell rising from my diaper. I think to myself, ‘Oh god, My diaper! I just said my diaper. I referred to it as mine…. I don’t want it as mine. I want my old life back. I miss Jenny, my old room, my freedom.’ Tears rolling down my face as I am stuck in that god awful adult sized nursery.
I was staring at the letters, ‘Baby Jakey’ on the wall, trying to daydream I was on the beach, all of a sudden the noises of the locks on the door quickly snapped me out of it. The door opened and my kidnapper came in and put down on the dresser next to the door, a tray with 2 bottles of formula, some jars of baby food, and a bowl of something that was steaming. He shut the door, and grabbed his keys and locked all 3 of the pad locks back up.
He grabbed the things off the tray and put them on the tray of the highchair I was strapped into. ‘How does he not smell the shitty diaper I am wearing?’ I think to myself. His face has not changed at all. It still has that devilish grin painted on it and it didn’t seem it was going away anytime soon.
“Now now my baby Jakey,” He said to me, and I cringed as he said ‘baby Jakey.’ “Are you going to be a good baby boy for your daddy? I want to take the gag out of your mouth so you can eat properly, but I don’t want to hear you speak any bib boy words. I want my baby boy to nod his head if you understand and will listen to what daddy just said, or shake your head no if you think you cant be a good boy.”
I had to think about this one. Did I want to comply, or did I want still fight everything he was doing to me… so far, it hasn’t worked out well for me. I realized, either way I would have to eat this nasty baby food, and drink that gritty, baby formula. So after a minute of thinking, with this man just starring at me with that smug look on his face, I had made up my decision. I nodded my head yes.
“Yay! Good choice my baby boy. Now remember, No big boy words and no screaming for help. No one, besides your daddy, is here to hear you anyways.” My kidnapper said as he clapped his hands together. Then, in one swift motion, he reached behind my head and undid the pacifier gag, and pulled it out of my mouth. I opened my mouth and stretched my lips, and then licked all around, gave them a good tongue bath all over, and before you know it, I hear an airplane sound right in front of me, and a spoonful of oatmeal was being shoved into my mouth. I choked a little because I was not prepared for food to be in my mouth, and some of the oatmeal came out of my mouth and all over my chin. Right as I got the oatmeal swallowed, another spoonful was in my mouth. This didn’t taste like normal oatmeal and I tried to make myself swallow it down.
Once the oatmeal was about halfway gone, my kidnapper opened up one of the jars or baby food. “Now time for some vegetables baby boy. We want you to grow up to be big and strong! I picked out some peas peas for today! Baby boy is going to get used to his ‘P’s’ of all sorts!” He said talking to me like I was 12 months old. He made the airplane noise and my mouth was full of the worst tasting food, no liquid, that had ever been in my mouth. It was so horrible, I had no choice but to spit it out. It came flying out of my mouth and landed all over my chin, bib, diaper, and the tray. “That is not a good baby!” My kidnapper said immediately, putting another spoonful in my mouth. I did the same thing, spit out the nasty puke green liquid. “That shit is disgusting! Stop putting it in my mouth!” I snapped back to him.
“BAD BABY BOY! That was big boy words and cuss words!!! Thats 2 more punishments for my baby boy! One more outburst and the gag goes back in! And I have a bigger size to go in your mouth too!” He said angrily as he stood over me strapped in the highchair. “Lets finish this breakfast and then my baby boy can have some ‘Tummy Time’.”
I was so scared from his anger outburst, I regrettably swallowed every mouthful of baby food and oatmeal he put in my mouth. Finally the food was gone, and just the two bottles were left. I thought he would just feed me the bottles in the high chair, but he started to take the dishes off the highchair tray and back not he tray he brought them into the nursery with. He took the wrist restraints off both of my arms and took the tray off of the highchair. He kept the bib on me, but undid the snap, making sure to push hard on the clip to squish my diaper more.
Before he picked me up, my kidnapper took off his t shirt to expose a very manly, toned, and lightly furry chest. “What was he doing?!?” I started to get very nervous. He was going to rape me. I wasn’t ready! Please no!
But then, somewhat to my relief, he picked me up, and sat in the big, oversized rocking chair. Putting me in his lap, wiggling me right into his arms. I felt his hard cock against my super full diapered ass. Once he got us settled in, he put one of the bottle of baby formula in my mouth and I began to nurse on the nipple. The baby formula tasted like normal baby formula, there was no secret additive to this one. One of his hands was holding me and the bottle, and the other hand was placed on the front of my diaper.
As I was nursing on the bottle, my kidnapper said, “Thats my good baby boy. I need my baby boy to drink up ALL of his milkies so you can be big and strong wike your daddy. Skin to skin contact is the MOST important for newborns and infants. This is how your daddy will give his baby all of his bottles of baby formula, in the rocking chair my baby boy in his daddy’s arms.”
A few tears trickled down the corner of my eyes and down the side of my face as he was saying all of this degrading stuff.
I finished the first bottle and then it was soon replaced by the second and final bottle of baby formula. Right as I started nursing on this bottle, I felt a warm sensation in my diaper, that was sadly becoming familiar. I felt my warm piss cover my Chasity device and my balls. As the front of my diaper got warm and wet, I felt my kidnappers hand start to massage the front of my diaper. “Someone is going peepee right now, I can feel the warmth of your piss in your diaper, spreading and swelling.” He said to me.
I tried to focus all my attention on nursing on the bottle. This is the last place on Earth I wanted to be, so I will do anything to not focus on what was actually happening. Once I targeted all of my efforts on sucking the bottle of baby formula, I was in a happy place, momentarily. I didn’t even realize I had almost completely finished the bottle so quickly.
I was so into sucking on that bottle, that I had sucked the nipple dry, and had swallowed a lot of air. Once I realized that there was no more baby formula coming out, I had the weirdest feeling inside. I got very overwhelmed at my situation and everything that had happened to me, but then running out of milk and coming back to reality was enough to put me over the edge. My eyes opened and tears started rolling out of them, uncontrollably. I was sitting in his lap, having a tantrum.
“There, there my baby boy.” He said to me, moving his hand behind my back and rubbing my back and giving me a big hug. “Its going to be just fine baby boy. Daddy is here for you.” This made me cry even more. Finally, my tears ran out and I was just whimpering in his arms like a helpless baby.
My kidnapper picked me up and started to shift our positions. He put both of his feet flat on the floor, and then took me and sat me on his right knee. As soon as my diaper started to touch his leg, I knew that all the poop inside my diaper was going to be like another can of spray foam going off, but in the front this time. He put me down, and the diaper was squished against my ass and hole. He started bouncing me on his knew and this caused the diaper to squish every single time he bounced his knee with me on it. “My baby boy needs to be burped so he doesn’t gets an upset tummy.” Said the kidnapper who turned into the local amusement park ride within seconds.
It only took about 20 bounces and I let out a biiiig burp. “See baby! I bet that felt weally guds!” He replied to my burp. I had to admit in my mind, yes it did feel good. My stomach wasn’t quite as bloated as it was when we started. He burped me for about 5 minutes and the whole time I was burping uncontrollably, like everything else in my life.
I was looking at my kidnapper, and I see him grab something off the table next to the rocking chair, all of a sudden, a pacifier is pushed into my mouth. It wasn’t a gag this time, but a baby pacifier… but it was like 3x the size of the ones infants use. A ribbon was then placed around my head and it was attached to the pacifier, this was so it was stuck in place, but still could leave a little room for sucking, but I couldn’t spit it all the way out.
“Alright baby, I am going to go check some emails and get a few things done around the house.” He said as he stood up with me in his arms. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as he placed me on the carpet in the middle of the nursery. It was a car mat with building and roads leading all over. “I want my baby to have a little tummy time, I will set a timer for 15 minutes, and then I will come back and turn my baby back over for some play time on his mat.” With that said, he patted my thick diaper butt, squishing it in one more time before leaving, and walked over to the door. He took out his keys and undid the 3 dead bolts. He took the tray full of the breakfast dishes and the door was shut, and I heard 3 deadbolts lock from the outside.
Turning Jake Into Daddy‘s Baby Boy - Chapter 6:Punishment #2 Carried On
This is a Fictional Extreme ABDL Story about an 18 year old boy, and a man who have a relationship and very kinky relationship and sexual experiences. Diapers, RP, WS, Gay Sex, Chasity, Butt Plugs and messy diapers as punishments, are just a few of the details to this story. This is one of my first stories ever, so please send any feedback, suggestions, or ideas to [email protected]. Thank you all for reading! Hopefully you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! I am going to start out with the first 5 chapters, and then I will try to post 2 chapters every week until its done. Thank you for reading and your feedback. Some chapters are short, and some will be long, it just depends however I feel I need to break it up. Just remember a little is writing this story, not an author. :P
Chapter 6: Punishment #2 Carried On
JAKEY
I was trying to think of how to escape, but no ideas had popped into my head as of yet. Hell, I couldn’t even move my body. My kidnapper un hooked my legs from the hanging contraptions and lifted me off of the changing table. “Are you ready for some breakfast my baby?” He said to me, as he carried me over to the highchair in the corner of the room. He put me in the monkey high chair and pulled my arms through the straps and then buckled the straps to the one in between my legs. Then he put the tray on the high chair. My kidnapper grabbed my left hand and strapped it on the left side of the tray, and the did the same for my right hand on the right. He reached behind the high chair and pulled out a bib that was printed with monkeys and bananas all over the front and back. He put the bib around my neck and did up the velcro. It was a bib made for an adult size baby, just like everything else in this room.
“I will be right back baby. Now that I know you are safe and sound and strapped in to your high chair, I will go and grab your breakfast.” He said before grabbing his phone and taking a picture of me strapped into the monkey high chair with my bib. He made sure you could see the thick diaper bulge underneath the tray.
He walked over to the door, and he took out his keys and undid the 3 dead bolt locks on the door. I noticed that each one of the locks had a different key. He put the keys back in his pocket and then walked out the door and shut it. I hear all 3 of the locks engage and I realized he had locked the door, even though he was just going to the kitchen, or so he said.
KIDNAPPER
After I locked the 3 dead bolts on the nursery, I ran to my office, trying to not make the noise that I was running somewhere. I turned on the monitor and saw my baby strapped in his monkey high chair. He really was a gorgeous baby boy. I hoped he would accept his new baby life soon, but if he didn’t, Ive got nothing but time. I will get him to break eventually.
“I wonder when the punishment is going to continue for him?” I think out loud. I sit down on my chair and I realize that my shorts had a wet spot in the front from my precum. I was extremely horny after all of what just happened. I unzip my shorts and start to rub my cock through my precum soaked briefs. It feels so good, I cant wait til my baby gets to play with it.
Watching him on the screen, he just kept looking around the nursery with the most scared on his face, and an even more scared look in his eyes. I continued to rub my briefs and enjoy my personal entertainment. The show was just getting started.
JAKEY
After my kidnapper was gone for about 5 minutes, I felt a rumble in my tummy. Was I really that hungry? I had 3 bottles of formula, you would think I would be full. I was sitting in the high chair, strapped in, and had a super thick diaper on, Chasity cage over my cock, and a butt plug in my butt.
A couple minutes later, I felt a feeling in my lower tummy, it wasn’t hunger, it was cramps. I tried to wiggle around to make the cramps feel better, but once again, I couldn’t move anything below my neck, and even if I was able too, I doubt the straps on the highchair would’ve allowed me to do so, they have me secured tightly to monkey shaped high chair.
I felt more sharp pains in body, particularly my lower gut, but even lower. “Was this from the butt plug?” I thought to myself. Then a familiar feeling hit me, “I really had to take a shit! I had been here for God only knows how long, and haven’t used the restroom like that.” Now I was really nervous. I felt the plug start to move a little bit. Pushing on the entrance of my asshole. My eyes started to tear up as I knew what was going to happen, and I could not stop any of it. i felt the really wide part of the butt plug start to try to open me up to let the plug out. My bowels pushed and pushed, I make a few grunts into the paci gag. My body is naturally trying to push the plug out so my body could do another natural thing. I wanted to hold it all in, I didn’t want the butt plug out of my ass. But not because I wanted the plug in, but because I didn’t want to poop my diaper. I started to sweat a little bit, as my body was fucking my ass with the plug, trying to empty my ass.
I couldn’t believe what happened next. I started letting out a grunt/moaning sound as the plug finally made its way out of my ass, and into the back of my diaper. Right as the last bit of the plug was out of my ass, I felt my body do one more push, and soon my diaper was not just full of the butt plug. All of a sudden it was like a can of spray foam had went off in my diaper. Every empty space was filled with my poop. I had never been more humiliated in my life than I was at that moment right there. I was so happy I couldn’t move my body and get it everywhere, but I wanted to get the fuck out of it at the same time.
There I was…. a helpless little baby, with a shit filled diaper. Not thinking anything could get any worse, right as I got done filling the back of my diaper with my poop, I felt my straining cock start to pee in my diaper. Pretty soon, I could feel my warm piss all over my chastity cage and my balls. My diaper was so full, and my pride was crushed into a million pieces and then thrown into a dessert storm. Tears streaming down my face and I just sat there in my own filth.
KIDNAPPER
I was watching my baby boy on the computer screen. He still didn’t know what was happening to him. This made it even better for me. All of a sudden I see my baby boy look down at his tummy, something is happening. “Yay!! Finally!” I think to myself. Within a matter of minutes from this, you could see the expression on my baby boys face go from panicked to scared, embarrassed, and somewhat turned on. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to play with my cock. I slide my briefs down below my balls, and I start playing with my cock. It is 8” and thick. My baby boy will surely love his new special baba his daddy has for him. I have nice big balls, that produce very thick cum, and there is always plenty to go around. My baby would always have his daddy’s milk too.
I zoomed in the camera so I could se my baby face and his diaper from under the tray perfectly. You could almost see every time the plug pushed on his hole, his face would start showing a little enjoyment from the plug fucking his ass. I could tell exactly what was happening to my baby just by watching him on the computer screen.
With the biggest eyes and I heard lots of moaning and grunting, you could tell what my baby boy just had done in his diaper. He just loaded it up and his punishment was underway even more. I was stroking my cock and was almost on the brink of shooting my load. It took all my will power to stop stroking, and slide my briefs back up. I really wanted to save it for my baby boy.
I let him set in his stinky diaper while I went down to the kitchen and prepared his oatmeal. I added another muscle paralyzer and some more incontinent pills to his oatmeal, grabbed some baby food in jars, and got 2 bottles of formula ready for my baby after he eats his baby food. These particular pills were a special kind I got from my friend who is a doctor. They compound in the users systems, so it will not cause an overdose, it will give him the proper amount each time its needed, and will store the rest until his body needs more.
Getting my baby boys breakfast ready takes about 10 minutes. Although, I am in hurry to get back to my baby. *Chuckles out loud to myself* He will need to get used to his new life eventually.
Turning Jake Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 5: My Baby Boy’s First Diaper Change
This is a Fictional Extreme ABDL Story about an 18 year old boy, and a man who have a relationship and very kinky relationship and sexual experiences. Diapers, RP, WS, Gay Sex, Chasity, Butt Plugs and messy diapers as punishments, are just a few of the details to this story. This is one of my first stories ever, so please send any feedback, suggestions, or ideas to [email protected]. Thank you all for reading! Hopefully you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! I am going to start out with the first 5 chapters, and then I will try to post 2 chapters every week until its done. Thank you for reading and your feedback. Some chapters are short, and some will be long, it just depends however I feel I need to break it up. Just remember a little is writing this story, not an author. :P
Chapter 5: My Baby Boy’s First Diaper Change
JAKEY
I was helpless. I didn’t know what to do. There I was, strapped into an adult sized crib, with big block letters saying ‘Baby Jakey’ above it. I had a pacifier gag strapped in my mouth and around my head, I was wearing a big, thick adult baby diaper with baby blocks all over it. This man was standing over my crib just gooning all over me. Out of no where I felt something trickling on my bum, I could feel everything so much more than I was used too. It was like a new sensation. I gave a weird look and looked from my kidnapper to my diaper, and he looked down at my diaper and said, “Looks like my baby boy is finally using his diaper like a good baby boy.” He was way too excited about an adult peeing himself in a diaper. He placed his hand on my diapered crotch and started massaging a little bit. I had to admit, it felt really good as I was pissing and could feel my warm piss spreading around my very sensitive bum and my hole. Pretty soon I has wet so much that my balls and cock was getting wet as well, or maybe it was just my kidnapper massaging my diaper while I was going pee.
“Wow baby boy! You had more liquid in you than I thought you would. You really filled that diaper up!” He said, as he was moving his hands all over my diaper to feel the warmth of my piss. But more importantly, he was squeezing the diaper in all the right places to make sure I felt all the warm piss all over inside the diaper.
My cock was rock hard! ‘Why am I hard?! I am not enjoying this at all!!’ I thought to myself. He was squeezing the front, right where my cock was. It felt so good. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to cum. I had to blow my load. Who knows how long I’ve been here and not been able to cum. All I wanted to do was hump his hand til I blew my load all over. But I couldn’t move. All I could do was move my head, blink and talk… if I didn’t have this pacifier gag in.
“Okay baby boy! Lets get you up and out of that soggy diaper. We have a lot planned for today, and a few punishments to handle as well. Daddy will never forget just what my baby boy needs.” My kidnapper told me as he started to undo my left leg restraint. I was watching him like a hawk to see exactly what he was doing the whole time, I mean… I had nothing else to do. Once the leg restraint was removed from my leg, I tried to move it. Then my kidnapper moved to the right leg and removed the restraint from it. I tried to move my right leg, no success. I pulled from every part of my brain to figure out how to get either of my legs to move, but nothing. I am legit scared now. I don’t know what I am going to do. How can I run away if I cant even move my legs?
My kidnapper then started to undo my left wrist, closest to the wall, and the horrible sign I couldn’t even look at above the crib. Once my left arm was free he started to undo my right wrist. It felt great to have all 4 of the restraints off my limbs, if only I could move them. Now would be the perfect opportunity for me to kick my kidnapper in the face and jump out of the crib and run to my freedom. But we all knew what prevented me from doing so.
When I first saw him walk in the room, I knew he was strong, but I soon found out just how strong this man was. In one quick motion he swooped in and picked me up with both of his arms just like would a normal sized baby. He carried me over to the changing table and put me down gently. Above the changing table, on the wall, there was a shelf that held about 10 different kinds of adult diapers folded up in tall stacks. Each stack was a different print and looked like a different thickness as well. On the ceiling was a mirror the size of the changing table. I could see from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. There was two things hanging from the mirror. They lined up with the end of the changing table, where my feet were. I wondered what these were used for.
I couldn’t handle the sight of me just laying helplessly on the changing table, so I turned my head to the side. The closet doors were a mirror so I could see myself laying on the changing table with this man standing over me still. I thought to myself, “What kind of sick, torturous fun house is this place?!” I decided to close my eyes and face the ceiling in hopes that Im still having a nightmare and will wake up at any moment.
My kidnapper decided to rub my chest and tummy and soggy diaper a little more, my cock was still throbbing and was giving the diaper a good push on the plastic, but somehow the plastic held my hard cock in. Even though I had never thought about wearing a diaper, it did feel really good when he squeezed my cock and the soaked diaper was around it and covered my cock in my warm piss again. But at this point, anything would get me off, I was to that level of horniness.
KIDNAPPER
My baby boy looked 100% perfect laying there on the changing table. It took everything in me to to just drop my pants and have my way with him right here and now. But I knew that if I could wait a little bit longer, it would turn out a better situation for my baby boy and myself. I had to have self control. But I could still have a little bit of fun. I started to rub my hands all over my baby smooth chest and tummy. It felt so soft and warm. Then I couldn’t resist, I had to squeeze his soggy diaper again. The baby block diaper was very thick and squishy. I could feel my baby boys hard cock through all the piss soaked padding and kept massaging his cock.
I decided to get my baby boys next diaper ready. I wanted him to be in a super thick diaper for his first full day as my baby boy. I think we will do a double diaper with a few booster pads inserted. I grab a diaper that has space ships, and stars and aliens on it, a thick plain white diaper, and 2 booster pads. I spread out the space diaper on the table next to the changing pad, add in both of the booster pads. I grab my spiked pinwheel and cut holes all over the all white, inner layer, and place it on top of the booster pads.
“Here we go baby boy! I have waited for this day for a very long time.” My kidnapper grabs his phone and takes pictures of me on the changing table in my soggy diaper. “Look at that soaked pouty baby! Once we get you in a nice dry diaper, you will be a happier baby!” He says pinching my cheeks softly. JAKEY
His hands moved down from my face, gently brushing my nips and my abs. My kidnapper grabs the two left tapes and undoes them, then he moves over to the two tapes on the right and undoes those. The diaper is just sitting on top of my cock and balls. My cock jumps from all the attention and makes the diaper fall off in between my legs. “My My! Someone is an excited little baby boy! We will have to do something about that…” he said as pulled the wet diaper out from under my naked ass. I tried to say, “Please jerk off my cock! I need to cum!” But it was muffled by the gag. My kidnapper said, “Don’t worry baby, we will have a fresh diaper on you in no time! Then we will go and have some breakfast.”
My kidnapper grabs my left leg and puts my foot in the thing hanging from the ceiling. Then he repeats this for the right leg. Laying on the changing table, with my legs up in the air, knees are spread apart and on top of my cock and balls was my soggy diaper that was opened. If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I most definitely felt like crawling into a deep cave and never coming out again. He grabs the soggy diaper and pulls it out from under me and rolls it up. He sticks it in the diaper genie that was 3x the size of any diaper genie I’ve ever seen before.
My cock, balls, ass, and hole were all exposed for him to see. This is when I finally noticed…. I WAS SHAVED! “Where did my pubes go?! That was Jenny’s favorite part of me, she loved my manly pubes.” All of these thoughts started racing through my head. I closed my eyes and tears started coming out of the corner of my eyes. “Jenny… I missed her already. I missed my mom and dad. I wished I was back with them, I wished I wouldn’t of left class early. Maybe then I wouldn’t be in this situation. If only…”
*WHACK!! WHACK!!* out of no where, I felt something slamming against my ass cheeks. I opened my eyes and I see a wooden paddle being swung through the air and it made contact with my ass again. *Whack!* “FUUUUCK” I scream through the gag. My cock was throbbing even harder now. I am leaking precut all over my tummy. I was not enjoying this, but somehow my cock was. ‘It really must have a mind of its own’ I think to myself. 7 strikes later, for a total of 10. Finally he is done and puts the paddle down. My belly button was now pooling all the precum that had leaked out of my cock while being punished. “That is for leaving school early and stuffing your last class baby. We need baby to be smart and not skip things he is suppose to do. Hopefully those 10 whacks with the paddle will help you remember to listen and do as you are told.”
Now the baby talking started. He started saying “You are making a mess baby boy. Your baby peepee is a leaking faucet of precum right now baby. We cant have our baby making stickies all the time in his diapee.”
Out of no where, my kidnapper grabbed a few pieces of ice and put them against my throbbing hard 6.5” cock. I whimpered into the gag and had no idea why he was torturing me like this. “This is not a punishment baby boy, this is just apart of your new life, as a baby boy, you will have to get used too,” He said still holding the ice around my cock and balls for another minute or so. I had never seen my cock go from so hard and big, to so soft and small. He took his other hand and grabbed something out of a drawer I was laying on. I couldn’t turn my head enough to see what was in the drawer, not that I wanted too anyways.
He took the ice off my soft, and quite small cock. He rubbed a little lube on it, and quickly pulled my cock and balls through a clear plastic ring. Then he took ahold of my cock and lined it up with a tube and slid a clear tube over my cock. It connected perfectly to the top of the ring. I was really confused and didn’t like the feeling I had in my gut. But this feeling hasn’t left since I woke up, its only gotten worse and deeper in my gut. He took a key and put it where the two plastic pieces connected and turned the key. He took his hands off and stepped back to admire his work. By this point, my cock had thawed out from the ice and filled the small clear tube. But my cock couldn’t grow any more than what the small tube allowed. The whole apparatus was bouncing up and down as my cock throbbed and tried to break free of the clear plastic device. “This is a Chasity device for men. It keeps your cock and balls nice and locked up. You will not be able to get fully erect. Since you are now a baby boy, you will not be able to orgasm as you used too. Baby’s don’t get to play with their peepee’s, so you won’t get too either.” Even more panic struck my face, and I start whining.
Then I feel a cold lotion being applied to my ass cheeks from my kidnapper. He starts rubbing the lotion around my ass hole. He takes this pointer finger and starts pushing his way into my hole. I try to clench my hole tight. There was no way I was going to let his finger be the first thing that was going to be in my ass. But nothing happened… except his finger invading my hole. I feel each knuckle go through my tight ass hole. It was the most uncomfortable thing I had experienced.
He now has his finger all the way in, and then he pulled it back out. Then I could feel something touching my asshole again, and then I felt his finger go in my hole. He did the same thing one more time. Went all the way in, and then pulled all the way out. Each time, I had to just let him, I couldn’t do anything to stop him.
Then my kidnapper pulls a something out of the drawer. I see him get a little bit of lube on his hand and rub something in it. “What did he have?” I thought to myself. He would very quickly answer that question for me.
He held up what was in his hand. It was a black cone shaped thing. My kidnapper said, “Now for punishment #2! *Giggles* No Pun intended. This is for you potty mouth! You are going to have a butt plug inserted in your boi pussy. Keep in mind, this is the small plug. It will only get bigger from here on out. The rest of the punishment you will find out about shortly.” Then he flashed an evil glare my direction, stating that he had the control and something was going to happen…. But what?
All of a sudden I feel the plug at my hole. He pushes it in about an inch, and then pulls it back out. A few moans escaped around the gag, I hoped he hadn’t heard. My chastity device was bouncing up and down as my cock was throbbing and aching to cum. Then he pushes it back in about halfway, and then pulls it all the way out of my hole. I had only ever had his finger in my ass at this point, and I already hated how uncomfortable it was. This was an ‘Exit Only’ hole for me in my previous life.
My kidnapper pushed the butt plug back in my ass hole and this time when the plug was at the widest point he just kept it there. After about 15 seconds of him holding it there, he finally let go of the plug and my ass sucked it in another inch til it couldn’t go in any further. I made a grunt and then loud moan when it got in all the way. Out of the tip of the tube containing my cock, some precum drips down. “Baby boy must be enjoying everything so far… your locked baby peepee is leaking your happy juice!” He said as he pushed on the plug a little more and it made more precum come out of the cage. I thought, ‘It can only go so far in dude!’ Snapping a few pictures with his cellphone of the plug in my hole and my caged cock with the plug.
Thankfully he grabbed the diaper he prepared earlier and lifted my bum a little off the pad so he could strap me into this thick, soft diaper. Once he got me centered on the diaper, he grabbed some baby oil and started to lather up my diaper area, making sure to get around the plug, turning it, pushing on it, and making me moan as he did so, some out of discomfort, and maybe a few out of enjoyment, but he won’t know that. Then he makes sure that my balls are covered as well as under the ring containing my cock and balls.
He wipes his hands with some wipes and he grabs the baby powder and sprinkles an generous amount onto my caged cock and balls, and then he puts tons on my bum and plugged asshole. Once there was powder everywhere it was needed, and other places it wasn’t, my kidnapper pulled up the all white inner layer diaper between my legs. He made sure the Chasity cage was in the middle and he secured the bottom left tape first, and then the bottom right tape. Then did the same for the tops. It was such a weird sensation wearing a diaper after its been 15 years, and then the fact that I was being put into it against my will, by a stranger who kidnapped me and paralyzed me so I couldn’t protest. He rubbed the inner layer a little and then he pulled up the outer layer with all the space things on the outside. He did the same thing with the outer diaper, that he didn’t with the inner, got it centered again, and then started with the bottom tapes and moved to the top two. Then once all 4 tapes were done, he tucked in each side to make the diapers align better around the legs. This diaper was waaaay thicker than the one I woke up in, and the Chasity cage was very uncomfortable. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t move my muscles to walk because I doubt I could’ve with all of this going on between my legs. He rubbed my crotch and then patted my super padded bottom. “Thats my good baby Jakey.” With each pat, he pushes on the plug each time, I know he knows what he is doing. He took a few pictures of me all padded up with my legs still dangling in the air.
Turning Jake Into Daddy‘s Baby Boy- Chapter 4: The Kidnapper
This is a Fictional Extreme ABDL Story about an 18 year old boy, and a man who have a relationship and very kinky relationship and sexual experiences. Diapers, RP, WS, Gay Sex, Chasity, Butt Plugs and messy diapers as punishments, are just a few of the details to this story. This is one of my first stories ever, so please send any feedback, suggestions, or ideas to [email protected]. Thank you all for reading! Hopefully you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! I am going to start out with the first 5 chapters, and then I will try to post 2 chapters every week until its done. Thank you for reading and your feedback. Some chapters are short, and some will be long, it just depends however I feel I need to break it up. Just remember a little is writing this story, not an author. :P
Chapter 4: The Kidnapper
KIDNAPPER
I was sitting in my office, imagining all of the fun things I had planned for my new baby boy. I was starring at him on my compute screen. I had a camera installed in his crib so I could always have eyes on my baby. There were also cameras showing his entire new room, his nursery. On the computer screen, I could see my baby looking around his new room and taking it all in. He seemed to be a little more calm than I had anticipated. He then turned his head away from everything and started closing his eyes, I gave a chuckle and said to myself out loud, “You can try all you want baby boy, but this is your new life.”
“How long should I let him sit here, maybe just a few more minutes.” Sitting back and enjoying my drink while watching my baby boy squirm and yell and try to escape. After about 30 minutes of this, Im sure it seemed like a lot longer to my baby boy, I decided to start getting things ready to head into his nursery. On my way out of my office, I grabbed the 3 baby bottles full of baby formula, I had prepared while he was fast asleep.
JAKEY
As the door opened, I decided to stop screaming. A tall man stepped in. He was about 6’2” and I would say about 210 lbs. He looked to be about 30 years old. The man who was walking towards me was very muscular and had on a pair of shorts and a t shirt that said “Daddy” on it.
“Well good morning my Baby Jakey.” He says to me. I am almost to scared to talk, but I reply, “What the fuck do you want with me?!? LET ME GO!” The man puts the 3 baby bottles on the changing table and walked up to the side of the crib. “Now now my baby boy, that is no way for a baby to speak. No big boy words!”
“What the fuck? Big boy words?! I am a man! I am 18!!! I can say whatever I want too!” I replied back to my kidnapper.
My kidnapper was very quick to respond aggressively, “Bad baby!! If you use any more bad words, you will be punished, and I mean it. That is no way to speak to your ’Daddy’ now is it??”
“Punished?? Fuck you man! You are one sick guy! HEEEEEELP!!!!!” I start to scream as loud as I can for help, someone else had to be here to help me. A neighbor or someone walking by the house was bound to hear me eventually.
My kidnapper calmly said, “If you don’t stop screaming right now, I will make you stop. I have your breakfast right here and want you to be able to drink it.” My baby stopped squirming so much, and shut his mouth. “Now, if my baby boy can keep his mouth shut, I will explain what is going on,” The kidnapper told me. After he stopped talking, I started to scream one more time. I had to get out of here. “HELP ME! This man has kidnapped me and has me tied down so I ca……” I couldn’t even finish talking, all of a sudden something was put into my mouth and it pulled around my head. I tried to talk, but I couldn’t. “There we go, that will help my baby boy listen to his daddy! Its a Paci gag. You better get used to having things in your mouth baby boy….” He said with an evil grin.
I didn’t give up without a fight! I kept trying to scream and make someone hear me and help me. My kidnapper giggled at my helplessness and finally said, “The quicker you give in, the easier you new life will be my baby boy.” I could not believe anything he was saying. I had to get out of there. I would get out of there.
My kidnapper finally had enough of my bad behavior and he said, “MY BABY BOY DOES NOT ACT LIKE THIS! I WILL do something to change your behavior!” As quick as the gag was place in my mouth, He unsnapped a part of the gag around my head and the middle part of the gag came out. I now had a leather strap around my head with a hollow gag attached and filling my mouth. I still couldn’t sound out any words, but after about 30 seconds of the middle part of the gag removed, I felt some slobber dripping down from my gag to my neck. I tried to scream again and that just forced more spit out of my gag. I was helpless… there was nothing I could do.
After a couple minutes went by of me drooling all over myself, I saw my kidnapper grab one of those baby bottles full of whatever liquid, and he stuffed the nipple in the opening of my gag. “Drink up my baby boy! This is going to make you grow big and strong just like your daddy!” I didn’t want to take in any of this disgusting poison, especially from a baby bottle stuffed inside my gag strapped around my head.
I kept breathing out of my nose, and after about 20 seconds, my kidnapper was very annoyed and he finally plugged my nose with his free hand. I had no other choice but to suck, god only knows what, from the baby bottle through my gag.
It has been years since I had sucked on a baby bottle, and it was a very odd task to do. The white liquid tasted horrible. Its warm and gritty and chalky tasting. I start choking on it but my kidnapper releases my nose and holds the bottle in the gag. I have no choice but to swallow it down. The bottle is about halfway gone before he speaks to me, “How does the baby formula taste baby boy?” Then he gives a little chuckle.
I tried to move my arms again, but no success. They only move a few inches they can move and it was no where near what I needed to even touch my self. Once the first bottle was gone, it was removed from the gag and I was able to breath in through the gag. But within seconds, the 2nd bottle was placed in the gag and I went from taking a deep breath, to sucking down more baby milk. This bottle tasted even worse than the first. It had a weird taste to the already horrible baby formula taste.
My kidnapper says to me, “I have added a little extra something something to this bottle for my baby boy. Its going to allow you to use your diapers fully and be the baby boy I want you to be… the one you are inside of that big boy body. There is also a little muscle paralyzer that will make it so you can not move anything below the neck. You will still be able to feel everything, but you just will not be able to move your legs or arms.” As he says this, panic has struck my face and I immediately stop nursing on the bottle. My kidnapper plugs my nose again and says, “You better drink the rest of your baby milk otherwise you will receive another punishment baby boy.” I still hold my breath. After 15 seconds he says, “Now that has earned you another punishment baby boy. How many more do you want today?” Another 15 seconds goes by and I had to suck in. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I was stuck. I had no option besides passing out, and then what would happen to me?
As I near the end of the second bottle, my kidnapper gets the third one ready in his other hand and switches them out before I even have a chance to take a tiny breath as he takes the second bottle out.
Finally the third bottle is almost gone and my kidnapper starts telling me, “If you haven’t realized what your new life is going to be like, I want you to imagine a 6 month old baby, sometimes a 9 month old, or even a 12 month old. We will figure out what age works best for you. But one of those three options will be your new life, for the rest of your life. You will never grow up. I will be the one to make sure you are well taken care of, feed you, change you, bathe you, dress you, cuddle you, punish you, teach you, and love you! YOU ARE MY BABY BOY. I AM YOUR DADDY. See! It even says so on my shirt.” I am so scared right now… I suck on the last bit of the third bottle and he removes the bottle from the gag and replaces the pacifier part in the hollow space.
At this point, I can feel whatever he put in my bottle was making my arms and legs tingly. I tried to wiggle my fingers inside of the locking mittens and I couldn’t. I tried wiggling my toes and I couldn’t. It happened just that fast. Within minutes, I was unable to move my body. “What was he going to do to me?? How could I escape now??” I knew the answer to these questions… ‘Only time will tell.’
Turning Jake Into Daddy‘s Baby Boy- Chapter 3: Waking Up
This is a Fictional Extreme ABDL Story about an 18 year old boy, and a man who have a relationship and very kinky relationship and sexual experiences. Diapers, RP, WS, Gay Sex, Chasity, Butt Plugs and messy diapers as punishments, are just a few of the details to this story. This is one of my first stories ever, so please send any feedback, suggestions, or ideas to [email protected]. Thank you all for reading! Hopefully you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! I am going to start out with the first 5 chapters, and then I will try to post 2 chapters every week until its done. Thank you for reading and your feedback. Some chapters are short, and some will be long, it just depends however I feel I need to break it up. Just remember a little is writing this story, not an author. :P
Chapter 3: Waking Up
JAKE/JAKEY
“What the hell happened to me?” I think to myself as I start to wake up. I am suuuuper groggy. My mind is a blur. My head is super heavy and feels like I’ve been asleep for 185 years. I tried to rub my eyes but when I moved my arms, they only went a few inches. I tried again, but for some reason they wouldn’t budge. I was pulling on something. I get my eyes open and as my eyes start to focus, I look down at my arms and around each wrist I see a restraint, but even worse, I was not in my bed, or my bedroom. “Where was I?!?” As I tried to remember what had happened…. I was walking home from class early and thats all I could remember. As a very high level of panic starts to set in, I try to wiggle my legs and realize that they are restrained as well. As Im wiggling around I feel something weird around my groin, it was super thick and tight… it felt like I was wearing 10 pairs of tighty whities. I force my eyes to look at my waist and see what is around it, making it feels so funny. Right when I look down and focus in, I wish I hadn’t looked at all. To my disbelief, I was wearing a diaper. But not just any diaper, it looked like a baby diaper, but it couldn’t be, cause I was an adult. I was wearing an adult size baby diaper. It had baby blocks all over the diaper. I blinked about 100 times, hoping the next time I opened my eyes I was in my tighty whities. But every time I opened my eyes, I was still in that stupid, thick, soft, baby block diaper. I could feel my cock was rock hard, harder then it has ever been. All I wanted to do was get my hand on my throbbing cock and jerk it off until it exploded cum all over, and then continue to stroke and have another orgasm, back to back. To make things even worse, because I was thinking about my cock in my hand and jerking it off, I tried to wiggle my finger tips and I couldn’t. I looked down past the wrist restraints and see some baby blue mittens covering my hands. They had a pad lock on each wrist and I knew that I couldn’t get them off, without unlocking or breaking that padlock.
As my vision starts to clear more, I feel like I am in a cage. But I am not in a cage, even worse, a crib, an adult sized baby crib. It has gates on all 4 sides of the bed I was strapped too. It also looked as if one of the sides went up and down. On the wall above the crib I made out some letters on the wall. This is when shit got real! On the wall, in BIG, BOLD letters it said “Baby Jakey!” I said out loud, “What the fuck?!”
So there I was, strapped down to a crib, wearing nothing but an adult diaper, the wrist and leg restraints, locking mittens on my hands, and a throbbing cock pressing against the soft, thick diaper I was somehow wearing.
I was strapped down, and my body was very heavy and tired, so moving was very difficult still. But as I lay there, I try to look around as much as I can. Monkeys! Monkeys were everywhere, on the walls, and ceiling, in my crib, on the blankets. Monkeys everywhere. There was something hanging above me, it was turning around and playing some soft music. Monkeys and bananas were on this contraption…. It looked like a baby mobile. On the ceiling, there was some of the glow in the dark stars, that ever kid had in their room growing up. Well in this room, the whole ceiling was covered in them.
I start looking around as much as I could and I see a cabinet on the other side of the room. It was made of glass, so all of its contents were visible, but my vision is still little blurry and I couldn’t make out what was in the cabinet just yet. I look over and see a table next to the cabinet with a big pillow top cover on it, it was long enough for someone to lay on, and then I see things hanging from above the table. “I wonder what those are?” I think to myself. Then in the corner I spot a huuuuge chair, with a tray. It was a BIG high chair. The biggest one Id ever seen. The whole high chair was a monkey. The legs of the highchair were the legs and arms of the monkey, the tray was the monkeys tongue, and the face was on the back of the highchair. It was unlike anything I had ever seen in my 18 years on this earth.
Next to the highchair I see a big rocking chair. It has a tall back and etched into the back of the chair it said “Daddy’s Monkey” and had a picture of a monkey wearing a diaper. The rocking chair was so big, it looked like 3 people can fit comfortably in it.
Trying to take in all of what I am seeing and my predicament, I think to myself “Where was I?! What am I doing here?!”
At this point, I looked back up at the monkey mobile, shut my eyes, and tried to wake up again somewhere else. Anywhere else. This had to be a nightmare. IT WAS A NIGHTMARE! I tried to go back to sleep, but no use. I tried to pinch myself, but no use. I started to scream for help! “HELP! HELP ME! I am stuck! Im tied to this bed!!” It seemed like hours, days went by. My voice was barely making any noise, but I wasn’t giving up, I had to get out of this bed…. No, this crib.
Laying in the crib, strapped down and screaming, had kept me too busy to actually pay attention to my surroundings. I catch a glimpse of something dark in the corner of my crib. I look closer and see a camera. Someone was watching me. I stared into the camera and say “Get me out of here you sick fuck!” “Why did you kidnap me?!” “Why am I tied up here?!?” “JUST LET ME GO!!!” It seemed like another 4 hours went by and then finally the door to the room I was in opened up.
Turning Jake Into Daddy’s Baby Boy- Chapter 1: Taking What’s Mine
This is a Fictional Extreme ABDL Story about an 18 year old boy, and a man who have a relationship and very kinky relationship and sexual experiences. Diapers, RP, WS, Gay Sex, Chasity, Butt Plugs and messy diapers as punishments, are just a few of the details to this story. This is one of my first stories ever, so please send any feedback, suggestions, or ideas to [email protected]. Thank you all for reading! Hopefully you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it! I am going to start out with the first 5 chapters, and then I will try to post 2 chapters every week until its done. Thank you for reading and your feedback. Some chapters are short, and some will be long, it just depends however I feel I need to break it up. Just remember a little is writing this story, not an author. :P
Chapter 1: Taking What’s Mine
JAKE
I woke up and was hard as a rock, just like every morning since I was 11. I slowly start stroking my throbbing morning wood. I am about 6.5” cut and basically the average 18 year old boy. I lay there thinking about my girlfriend Jenny. She and I had been dating for 2.5 years. I was a very lucky man, we made love all the time! We would have sex about 2-3 times a week, I thought this was a lot at the time. I starting thinking about when I would suck on her boobs, and fuck her deep as she moaned. That was enough, and I blew my load all over my belly and chest. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for my classes in 45 minutes. After my shower, I dried off and then went to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of “tighty whities” from my underwear drawer and put my feet through them, and pulled them up my legs and onto my semi erect cock. They fit nice and snug and made my bubble butt look great. This was one of Jennys favorite parts of my body, my bubble butt. Then I pulled my shirt and shorts over the form fitting briefs. For whatever reason, I just loved my tighty whities still, I tried wearing boxers one time when I was younger and didn’t even last a whole day before I put my tighty whities back on and never looked back.
My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and still live at home. Im about 5’9” and 155 lbs. So a fairly skinnier kid, but a nice firm build. I am a freshman at the local community college and I can’t wait to get out of this god awful town. My life has been decent, everyone has their trials and tribulations. In high school I was the captain of the soccer team for my jr and senior year, my girlfriend, Jenny, was the head cheerleader our senior year and we were on track to get married, have a big home with a nice white picket fence and a few children. After high school, we couldn’t afford any universities, so I had to live at home and go to the community college for the time being. But I just know that I am destined for more, I have always had big dreams of being a movie actor! I have wanted to be on the big screen since I was a little kid! I am planning on moving from this small town to the big city, LA! Its where I belong!
I grab my backpack and head out the door, saying good bye to my mom on the way out. Walking to school, I adjust my junk in my skin tight jeans and I feel my cock start to gain blood, stiffening in my briefs. “Stop thinking about that stuff Jake. We have shit to do at school today.” I tell myself. As I round the corner, I walk past a van with a guy wearing sunglasses and a hat, just sitting in the front seat. In a short 5 minute walk, I arrive to class. The day goes on, I turn in my paper, and grab a bite to eat on my break between lectures. I get a text from Jenny saying “Cant wait for tonight, Ive been dying to have you inside me again since the last time we made love.” I start getting hard in my tight briefs and I adjust my cock a little, maybe rubbing a few too many times. I was hard as a rock and the outline of my cock was 100% noticeable. There was nothing I could do, so I took my laptop and covered my crotch and walked to the bathroom. I found the biggest stall, put my bag down in the corner, and pulled my pants and tighty whities down to my ankles and started jerking on the toilet. It didn’t take me long at all and I was blowing my load into the toilet bowl. “I couldn’t wait for tonight either! Pounding Jenny nice and deep, making love to my beautiful girlfriend. Could class just be over for the day?” I decided to skip my last class so I could get ready for my date with Jenny tonight.
As Im walking home, I notice that the van is still there, but the guy is gone. All of a sudden, I feel something poking my butt cheek and then a needle goes pokes through my jeans and briefs, and goes into my buttocks. I get really sleepy and don’t even have time to turn around to see who had stabbed me.
KIDNAPPER
Here he was, my boy, just rounded the corner and starts walking down the street I had seen him walk for 3 months now, Ive been watching Jake for quite some time. Every day while he walks down this road, I get to think of all the things I would like to do to him. Each day, I have written down at least one sexual act for him to try, body modification I think he needs, or a punishment idea if he misbehaves, breaks the rules or doesn’t do as I tell him.
I think to myself, “He seems to be an hour early today getting done with class…. Ill have to make note of that for later.” I make sure I am in place, I get out of the van and get behind the bush. He will be too distracted with the van, he won’t see me behind him and Ill be able to get behind him and catch him when he falls back.
I get into place, as Jake walks past, I quietly come behind him, and stick him with the needle in his beautiful bubble butt. I couldn’t wait to see what underwear he had on, if any, under those nice skin tight jeans. I look around to make sure no one was watching, and I was in the clear. I open the side door to the van and put him inside on a soft blanket. I took his phone and turned all location services off. I climb in the drivers seat of the van and turn around. Laying there in the back was my new work of art. I took a minute to admire his beauty, that bubble butt, his cute blonde hair, such a young, strong face. He was just what I wanted. I start to rub the growing bulge in my jeans and then I snap out of it. “I have him, but we aren’t home safe yet. The drugs will only last a few hours, and we have lots to do before Jakey wakeys!” I let out a laugh and start to drive home. Its about an hour drive home, and I find myself turning around and getting very excited seeing the sleeping boy in the back.
Once I leave the freeway, its about 25 minutes down a dirt road to the middle of nowhere. I live in the middle of the woods and the closest neighbor is about 100 miles away. My name is not important right now. I am semi retired but own several prospering companies and there is no need for me to show up to work. All business can be handled from my office at home via phone calls, FaceTime, emails etc. This will allow me to give Jakey more of my undivided time. It has taken months to get my house, no…. Our home ready for Jakey’s arrival.
I finally see the bridge standing straight up ahead, I stop and hit a button. Right after I release the button, the bridge starts to drop down and connects with the other side. Once the bridge is flat, I start to drive across the 500ft bridge. Looking over the side you see a canyon, with straight edge drop offs on each side. I like to call this, “The Canyon of Despair.” The river at the bottom had to at least be 900 ft down. There was no way to get across, besides this bridge. Once were off the bridge, I hit the button and the bridge breaks in the middle and starts to go up on each side.
Turning Jakey in Daddy’s Baby Boi: Chapter 9
I found Chapter 9 Thank God.
Turning Jakey in Daddy’s Baby Boi: Chapter 9
Chapter 9: A Stinky Change for Baby Jakey
*(Author’s Note: There normally won’t be lots of messy stuffs in this story, but the punishment had to happen. He was a bad baby and needs to learn. Hehe :P This is the messy change so Id advise to skip to chapter 10 if you don’t like messing.)
JAKEY
I really wished I was not in my body right now. I kinda knew what was going to happen, and I didn’t want to be apart of any of it. Luckily I had the easy job, just laying there, but it was most definitely the more humiliating duty. If only I could escape my body and mind. Why did he have to keep squishing the back of my diaper, I could feel the contents spreading everywhere…. And I mean everywhere, inside my diaper. I couldn’t wait to be out of this disgusting diaper. But I wished I didn’t have to wear another diaper ever again. I missed my tighty whities already and it had only been a day.
My kidnapper was squishing the bum of the diaper and making annoying noises while doing so. I just wanted to get this done and over with.
KIDNAPPER
Here was the moment, the first time I would get to change my baby in his poopy diaper. He was after all, my baby boy! “Now now baby boy, are you ready to get all cweaned up and in a fresh diapee?!” I said to my baby, tickling his sides a little. He was not happy to begin with, and the tickling only made his grumpy face scrunch up tighter. “Once we get you all clean my baby boy will start smiling agains. Its no fun being a stinky baby! But this is your punishment from earlier today and yesterday. My baby boy will not use big boi words! Also, when I took off your tighty whities there were skid marks that looked like the Daytona 500 went on in your briefs!! Neither of these are acceptable for my baby boy, and just another reason you belong in your thick, baby diapees!”
I grab a diaper off the shelf that is covered in fishies and sea creatures, 3 xxl boosters, and then a all white diaper for the inner layer. “Were gonna do a double diapee with some boosters for my baby today.” I tell him as I cut small holes in the inner layer to allow his piss to flow through to the outer layers.
“Peeee-Yu!! Someone is a very stinky baby boy! Lets get my baby Jakey in a fresh diapee and all cleaned up!” I put my hand on his diaper and squish it one last time into his cage and then his firm buttocks. With my other hand I start to undo all four of the tapes on the outer diaper.
JAKEY
‘Oh fuck! He is undoing the tapes to the diaper… oh please no, please no.’ I think to myself as my, newly formed, worst nightmare was coming true. My kidnapper was changing my poop and piss filled diaper he forced me to wear.
He undid the top tapes first on the outside diaper and then he undid the bottom tapes. Then he lifted the first layer off of the inner layer and flopped it onto the changing table. Then my kidnapper undid the the top tapes of the inner diaper. Right after I heard the 2 *pops* of the top tapes, soon the 2 *pops* of the bottom tapes came. I no longer had the tight feeling around my groin, but I still had the disgusting feeling of laying in my own poop. The smell was overwhelming. I don’t think I have ever smelled anything as horrible as the aroma of the nursery. You could no longer smell the baby powder smell that I thought would always be overpowering any smell in the room.
My kidnapper lifted the diaper off my Chasity cage and then laid it flat on top of the outer layer. He took some wipes and started to clean off my cock cage and my very tender and sensitive balls, one at a time. Grabbing new wipes every couple times he cleaned an area. Then he cleaned up where my pubes used to be, but now it was just a smooth, skinned surface above my cock cage.
Once the front part, of where the diaper was, was all clean, my kidnapper pulled a lever and that pulled my legs up in the air further so my bum was not touching the dirty diaper anymore. I was shocked at how easily the mechanism picked up my body just by my legs being put in the fabric hoops. He pulled the used diaper out from under my bum and started cleaning my buttocks off. Once each of my bum cheeks was nice and clean, he went in to clean the crack that separated the two cheeks. He made sure to wipe extra good all around my hole and then slide a finger in with a wipe to make sure I was totally clean. I grunted a little as he got his finger pushed through the opening to my ass. As he wiggled his finger in there, my cage bounced up and down. Something was invading my ass and something was trying to escape the plastic tube encasing my throbbing cock. The only thing that has been in my ass was the buttplug and his finger when he slipped in the suppositories last diaper change. It was a little uncomfortable, but my cock sure seemed to like having something in there.
Before rolling up my stinky diaper, my kidnapper fishes out the buttplug and washes it off with some wipes and gets it nice and clean again and puts it on the shelf. He takes my full diaper and puts it in the biggest diaper genie I have ever seen. It must’ve been able to hold like 10 of those massive diapers the diaper genie just sucked through the top.