Nappy Slave Boy

You’re sitting in the living room playing the PlayStation with your best friend when I shyly approach you, diaper in hand.

“Mom says you need to change me.”

Your best friend laughs and looks at you. “Dude, it smells like your brother took a major dump in his pants!”

You pause the game and grimace, pulling me toward you and peeking down the back of my diaper. “UGH!! Did you SIT in it?!” Before I can reply, you turn me around with one swift motion and deliver a fierce, open-palmed swat directly on the seat of my full diaper.”

“Stop it!” I whine.

You take the diaper from my hand. “Why? Your ass is already covered in your own CRAP, Dayvee! Go get the wipes!”

I feel myself turning bright red as your best friend grins while watching the spectacle before him. “Change me in my room.”

You snap your fingers and point. “Go get the wipes RIGHT NOW or you’re staying in your filthy diaper for the rest of the day!” You turn me around and give me two more swats before I waddle to my room to get wipes and powder.

Your best friend gives an incredulous chuckle as I come back, shamefully holding powder and a big pack of baby wipes. “Dude... I can’t believe your brother still wears diapers. Does he ever use the toilet?!”

You take the wipes and powder from me and set them aside. “Nope! He just stands there and pees and craps on himself! My mom got tired of him crapping in his underwear like a damn toddler, so we just keep him in diapers.”

Your best friend’s eyes grow larger. “And he just takes a dump in his pants and SITS in it?!”

You nod while laying the changing mat on the floor. “Yup! If we don’t catch him quickly enough after he poops, he just sits and squishes it around in his diaper!”

He laughs hard. “Aw man! That is so GROSS!”

You nod emphatically. “It IS gross! He’s like a damn baby!”

I stomp my foot. “Don’t change me here!!”

You pull me towards you. “If you’re going to crap in a diaper like a little baby, I’m going to change you RIGHT HERE like a little baby! Maybe if you get embarrassed by other people seeing what you do in your pants, maybe you’ll stop doing it! Now, get on the mat!”

I whine and start sniffling as I drop down to the mat and lie down on my back. You untape my diaper and open it up, causing me to whine in humiliation.

Your best friend laughs again. “Oh my gosh, dude!! That is a seriously dirty diaper! He smashed a monster dump in there!”

You give my bottom a hard swipe with the diaper. “He does this all the time. It drives my mom up the damn wall when she catches him sitting in it and smashing it around. She went ballistic the last time he did it! Squished it around so much that it came out of his diaper and destroyed his jeans!”

Your friend is cracking up at this point as hot shame overcomes my face. I feel you giving hard swipes to my bottom with the cold baby wipes before you toss them into the dirty diaper.

“Don’t talk about me!!” I whine and cover my face.

You laugh as you slide the clean diaper under me. “Awww, is the baby embarrassed that we’re talking about his poopy pampers??! Well, too damn bad! Maybe someone will start using the TOILET like he’s supposed to do!” You sprinkle powder on me and pull the diaper up over me.

Your best friend chuckles. “Don’t worry, little guy. My baby nephew gets changed by me all the time.”

You grin. “Maybe next time you can change my baby brother!” You tape up my diaper and begin rolling up the dirty one. I wipe the angry tears away from my eyes before you hand the stinky package to me. “Now, be a good boy and throw this in your diaper pail. And you better not crap yourself for the rest of the night or you’ll be sleeping in your warm, squishy mess, understand?”

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As some of my other roulettes, this one is kind of risky and requires lots of caution, if you actually intend to go through with it. Unless you are willing to accept all the consequences that may result from your material being exposed, you should treat this as pure fantasy.

If you are still game, here is some advice:

1. Be careful when choosing your dominant player. Make sure he/she understands all the limits and responsibilities that need to be obeyed for this to be consensual.

2. Think carefully about which limits you need to add to your blackmail agreement. If there are any boundaries which you do not wish to push, make sure that it is clearly stated in the agreement beforehand.

3. Create private ways to contact you which may not be directly traced to you personally. The accounts should be somewhat anonymous and you should be able to use them without directly revealing your identity. This will help you to maintain some degree of security before the actual blackmail phase has started.

4. Discuss with your chosen dom beforehand what his/her goals are, if he/she manages to crack your password. Make sure that you see eye to eye and that you are willing to accept your fate, when the time comes.

What should’ve been a lazy Saturday morning was turning out to be more of rollercoaster ride for poor Austin. Most weekends he was recovering from killer hangovers and rolling around in bed. But this weekend’s affairs would push him to the brink. He was standing in front of a mirror taking a picture of himself, in a soaking wet diaper. It was such a weird sensation whenever he moved around and felt the weight of his warm pee filled diaper moving back and forth under his crotch and butt. Dressed like this put him on edge in several different ways. He was definitely concerned for himself, he was a college junior after all. Why was he dressed like a one year old waking up from bed? And he was also kind of excited, anticipating what would come. He fought himself over ripping off this ridiculous disposable garment and trying to forget it ever happened. But feeling so silly and even cute made him almost crave the embarrassment and treatment. Sure hookups were fun and felt good but they were all too predictable. This was turning out to be thrilling and terrifying all thanks to this new man he met. 

Austin grew tired of hitting people up on the many online dating apps and sites he was on. They either responded and talked about their boring jobs or they didn’t respond at all. Sometimes he snagged a good looking guy and they caught a movie or got intimate in Austin’s queen sized bed but it was all like a routine. Nothing lasted, and nothing made him wanting more. It wasn’t until he met a man in his forties that shook up Austin’s world. Right off the bat this older man told Austin that he had some unconventional kinks. These topics usually put red flags in Austin’s mind. He definitely did not need some possessive creep on his hands or God who knows what. But something inside Austin made him want to be adventurous and push his limits. 

On the night before, Austin met this mysterious man at the local bar for a drink. They had been texting for about a week and little by little Austin built enough confidence to see what this guy was all about. He did not know what was to come of this, but Austin sure wanted something different. This guy, who wanted to be called Daddy Steve, kept his interests somewhat vague. Describing his sexual encounters as “thought provoking, nurturing, cute, and a bit humbling at times.” It was all very mystifying but Austin wanted to know. How could something sexual be described this way? His curiosity got the best of him. 

At the end of the night, Daddy Steve sent Austin home with a small box. He was only allowed to open it once he got home. Walking to his front door, Austin guessed it was a dildo and maybe some fuzzy handcuffs. How crazy could this guy get? Maybe it was all talk. Sitting on his bed he began to open the box. He caught the glimpse of something very rectangular and white like a cloud. Once he touched it he knew instantly what Daddy Steve had sent him home with. It was a diaper, and not an ordinary one. It wasn’t like the ones you would think grandma or grandpa would wear. These were like oversized Huggies. His heart began to race, he was suppose to call Daddy Steve right after opening the box. He kept running his hand on the diaper and flipping it over. Finally he called Daddy Steve, he was not sure how to even address it. “Hey, it’s uh Austin. I opened the box.” There was no immediate response, he only heard Daddy Steve snort a little air. Then he spoke. “Glad you did, now can you tell me what you found in there?” Austin could almost imagine the smile on this man’s face, he was probably delighted. “Well, it’s a big diaper with cute little designs on it. I’m guessing I’m gonna wear it?” This was a little bizarre, nothing that Austin was ready for. “You guessed correctly. It’s a diaper alright, a babyish one at that. And guess what? I only give these diapers to boys who really need them. How does that sound little boy? Do you need diapers from daddy?” It was hard for Austin to concentrate, his anxiety was rising by the minute and so many thoughts were running through his mind. It was shocking to hear these sort of demands from Daddy Steve and pretty belittling. He felt like a pet or worse yet, a scared and confused little boy like Daddy Steve wanted him to be apparently. 

“Ok I’m gonna put it on.” Austin could not believe himself, why would he agree to this? Daddy Steve almost seemed to have a hold on him, he didn’t want to disappoint him. And besides, this was all very thrilling. “That’s a good boy, get back on the phone once you’re done.” Walking to his bathroom Austin noticed he was breathing pretty hard. Almost suffocating. Trying to unfold the diaper was a difficult task with how anxious he was. Eventually he had it laid out so he could begin diapering himself. He went down to the floor and assumed a position like he was about to do some crunches. He remembered how babies were usually diapered and found how the front part came up and needed the tapes to come up to meet it. Properly secured in his new diaper, Austin was very conflicted about having the diaper around butt and groin. The bulk of the plastic garment was definitely not something he was accustomed to. He felt like a big toddler, it was almost discouraging to wear. He thought about how these babies went around all day with these things weighing them down. Although he had some criticism for his diaper he did also feel some endearment for them too. It made him feel protected, adorable, and cushioned. It was a nurturing feeling like Daddy Steve described. Now it was time to get back on the line with him. 

“Hi Daddy Steve, I’m all set. Never done this before but I like some parts about it. I dunno know about doing this a lot though.” Austin was still embarrassed, he was use to being the one in charge. “Well little guy, glad you’re growing to like it but you need to understand that this is your new underpants. It’s feels good around your legs doesn’t it? Makes you feel small and safe right? I don’t think you want to disappoint me. Enjoy your new diaper Austin.” This guy was surprisingly confident in stating how Austin was suppose to feel and how he was suppose to be obedient. It almost infuriated Austin that Daddy Steve was ordering him around this way. Austin had no issue retaking control of situations that weren’t going his way but having a man talk down to him like this, like he was a little boy and with wearing a big diaper, Austin could not muster the nerve he always had to fight back. “I uh, I’m really liking it… It’s just very thick and I have trouble walking around.” This was his sad attempt to bargain with Daddy Steve. “I know, I know. But for little guys like you, I have to put you in diapers. It’s a big change from what you’re used to but trust me, you need this. You’ll adjust and maybe even never want big boy underwear again.” This was getting strange very quickly, it was almost like Daddy Steve wanted him to be his child. But before Austin could finish his thought and respond to Daddy Steve he felt the urge to pee from all the beers he had hours ago at the bar. “Austin, why don’t we facetime, I would love to see your diaper.” Once again, Austin did not feel witty enough to wiggle out of this one. “Sure Daddy Steve, I just have to empty my dishwasher. The dishes have been in there too long, don’t want them to get moldy.” Daddy Steve just chuckled. “Boy, I know you’re a little embarrassed. No need for silly excuses. Let’s just have our nice little video chat and get on with the night.” Before Austin could respond Daddy Steve began trying to facetime Austin. 

Sure enough Austin accepted the facetime call. From Daddy Steve’s perspective he could see an almost shaken up boy struggling to keep the phone from wobbling. His little boy was pent up with nerves. “Hey there buddy, how are ya doing? Got your diapee on? Too bad I can only see your cute face.” It was difficult responding to all of this commentary, obviously Austin wasn’t use to this treatment. “You want to see my, um, diaper? Ok, one sec…” Austin replied. It was hard for him to talk with this ongoing humiliation and now his need to use the toilet. He felt paralyzed by all of this. “That’s a good boy, so proud of you. Oh wow there you are. That’s a very adorable little boy. That diaper was meant for you little Austin.” The whole time Austin was showing off his new diaper he was blushing, he blushed even harder being called little Austin. Forgetting his overworked bladder for about a minute, Austin began to pee into his crinkly diaper. Daddy Steve could recognize the growing yellow stain even if he was across the room. “Hey Austin, are you going tinkle in your diapee? Because that’s what it’s for sweetie. That’s my little boy.” Feeling his diaper, Austin could not believe how squishy and warm it got. It was almost like he was in a trance and now he’s in a soaking wet diaper. Right in front of another grown man. “Well it’s about time for you to go beddy bye. You can go to bed with that diaper still on young man. If you take a picture for me in the morning I’ll be over to change you into a fresh one.” In that instant Daddy Steve disconnected. 

*For this week’s caption I was fortunate enough to use this little guy’s picture. Check out his tumblr! http://dominomotionabdl.tumblr.com/

One of the new things this slave experienced while visiting Master and Sir was forced diaper slavery. It was put in a diaper, marked as a “Diaper Boy Faggot” (partially seen above), gagged, and suspended from the ceiling. Then Master and Sir filled its diaper with their piss, past the point of overflowing, and made slave wear and sit in the diaper for a while.

It was your favorite old pair of black and yellow batman boxer briefs-but they were on another man. He was bigger than you, handsome, and even filled out you underwear better. The only explanation was a brief caption.

Submissive college student Mike happened to have a dominant Alpha roommate, Jason, who became suspicious of Mike’s very guarded use of the computer and decided to investigate. So one Friday night Jason remarked he was very tired and stripped to his underwear, went to bed, and feigned sleep long enough to lull Mike into complacency and observed him perusing bondage and diaper-themed websites. Jason jumped up, pulled on his pants, and confronted a dumbfounded Mike and began an impromptu search of Mike’s personal possessions. As Mike watched helplessly, the search of his undie drawer yielded some interesting discoveries other than underwear: Diapers, handcuffs and rope, a butt plug, bandanas, and a ball gag. Jason curtly informed Mike he was to be punished for his kinky tastes and harshly ordered him to keep his mouth shut, strip naked, put on a diaper, and kneel in a corner of the dorm room. Now the  Alpha coldly looked down on Mike and pondered what to do next with his new, freshly diapered, chagrined and humiliated boy-toy.

It didn’t take long for the cunning Jason to come up with a punishment plan for his prey; after all, he’s a dominant Alpha with a helpless diapered submissive under his control, and there are already tools on hand for a bondage session. So with a smirk Jason reached in the undie drawer for the ball gag and handcuffs. 

“Do you know anything about these?”

When your rommate went home for Thanksgiving, you were able to hang out in diapers for the first time since you started college.

You thought you’d remembered to put everything back in your room, keen on keeping your secret, well, a secret.

Later that week, after dinner, your roomie summoned you to his room.

“I found these behind the couch in the rec room,” he said, holding out a pacifier and a bottle of baby powder. “I also found the soaking wet diapers you threw in the trash.”

You said nothing, but felt a sense of dread growing in the pit of your stomach.

“I didn’t realize I was living with a big fucking baby,“ he continued. “Fortunately, I’m a nursing student. Changing diapers goes with the territory, and I would be negligent to leave you unprotected, seeing as you need diapers to stay dry.”