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Nurtured Down
Trying something different, and also haven’t found the right pic yet. If you think you know one that fits, let me know. Also happy to hear your thoughts on the story.
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At first, you felt like you’d hit he jackpot. After your boyfriend had come back from some repeat, he’d been nice. Giving. He started doing so many unexpected small things for you. It was like heaven. Before long you barely felt like you had to do anything at all.
Breakfast and dinner were made for you every day. All your old shared household duties he did without a fuss. You were able to basically completely veg out and relax after work everyday. He’d come home and just do it all.
After a while though, things started to seem a bit strange. You came in for breakfast one morning, and instead of your normal eggs, there was cereal. You didn’t want to complain since he’d still gotten it ready for you so you ate it. You drank your coffee even though you felt like it had way too much milk. Small things like that seemed to happen a lot, but you didn’t mind too much, and besides, if you complained, maybe he’d stop doing all the other great things for you.
You did question him when he cut your food for you the first time at dinner, but he simply shrugged and said “I’ve learned to find so much happiness in doing the little things for you, I couldn’t stop myself.” Though you certainly didn’t need such gestures, you figured if they made him happy you’d go for it.
You similarly gave in when he bought briefs for you. He loved how they looked on you so much that you figured it wouldn’t hurt. They weren’t your style, but if it made him happy, it was a small price to pay. He’d also stopped smoking joints with you, instead getting you these pot lollipops which were a lot stronger.
Your sex life started to change too. Maybe because he was so busy doing all the things around the house, but you never seemed to fool around as much as you’d used to. When you did finally get into it, it was very different. You’d have some great foreplay, but then it kind of never went anywhere. He never seemed in the mood to bottom. He did seem to like blowjobs though so you started doing that much more often even though it wasn’t your thing. Afterwards he’d play with you some but you pretty much just jerked yourself off after he was spent. You figured it was only temporary.
A few weeks went by and you barely noticed the changes anymore. You only raised your eyebrows a little when your healthy cereal became Lucky Charms. You’d gotten so used to your drink that you barely noticed that there was almost no coffee in your morning milk. You almost objected when he swapped the in-style briefs for tight whities, but you let it go. On the rare times you had sex, you were so pent up you started just jerking while sucking.
Things actually didn’t change much after that for a couple months. But then it all came crashing down. One day you came home and there was another guy there. He walked over to you and pulled back your pants glancing at your tight white briefs. “Yep. Looks like it’s true. I’m impressed you’re such a good little boy.”
You didn’t like the way that that sounded at all. You turned to your boyfriend who had gotten up and walked up next to you as well, ready to ask what was going on, but when you opened your mouth, you found something pushed inside it. “Suck,” he said, and you found yourself doing it. It was one of the pot lollipops.
“That’s a good little boy” the other man said. Before you could respond he held up his hand. “I know what you’re going to say. ‘Im a man not a little boy,’ but let me ask you a few questions ok? Just nod or shake your head so you can keep sucking on your loli. Ok?”
You started to fume at the way he was talking but you found yourself nodding and sucking.
“In the last several months think back. Okay?” Nod
“Do you like being taken care of by your bf?” Nod
“Do you cook for yourself” Shake
“Do you do any shopping for yourself” Shake
“Do you do any house chores?” shake
“Do you wear white briefs?” nod
“Do you fuck your boyfriend?” Shake
“Do you suck your boyfriend?” Nod
The questions went on and on, each getting more and more humiliating. He’d even ask the same questions but phrased to make them sound even worse to your ears. After over an hour, you were practically in tears. You have no idea how you’d lost so much control over your life. And part of you even grew to like it.
The man seemed to see your consternation. “It’s ok little guy. I know it’s upsetting. That’s why I’m here. You see your bf did a great job setting you up, but I knew he’d need help to push you over the edge. You see, when I met him, I knew I wanted to be with him. As he told me about you, I decided I needed to help him see you in a new light. And you helped so well. You were such a good boy!!
Hearing him say it, you were again humiliated, but somehow you did enjoy the praise. He nodded as though he could see your thoughts in your head. He came over to you and pulled the stick of the lollipop out of your mouth, you hadn’t even realized it was gone. It was immediately replaced with something else that you started sucking without thinking.
He smiled. He proceeded to compliment you and pat you on the the back as he comforted you. You somehow allowed him to take off your shirt, shoes, and jeans while he was talking. After he was done he pulled you up by your hand and walked you over to the mirror. To your horror, you saw exactly what he and your boyfriend say. In your little white briefs and socks with the unexpected pacifier in your mouth, your image of your manhood was shattered.
He could see it in your eyes, and nodded. “That’s right baby boy. You see it now too. We’re almost there.” He started massaging your cock through your briefs making it even harder to process coherent thoughts, so didn’t even resist when he pulled you into the bed and pulled off your briefs.
“There is one small problem we have to take care of,” he said. I knew I was more a man than you in every way, better able to take care of the man you called yours. But there was one surprise,” he said as he stroked you faster. He edged you like that for an hour or more, time was all a blur. Throughout it he kept telling you how good you were. He had you so close to cuming that when he whispered in your ear “Say I’m a good little boy” you practically shouted it, losing your pacifier in the process. That was the moment he took you over the edge for the last time. You came in copious copious amounts and were laying there panting when you felt something cold on your quickly softening cock.
“You see, you’re slightly bigger than I am down here.” He said quietly. “Luckily, there’s a remedy for that. A few months in this and you’ll have shriveled up really nicely. Give you the baby cock that fits your now-baby mind.” You looked down to see a small plastic cage locking down your once-impressive manhood. A small part of you still wanted to object, but when your former boyfriends cock was put before your mouth your thoughts faded again as you began to suck him.
You soon realized that you had become part of a larger relationship, but no longer were a man in that relationship. The more that sank in, the harder it was for you to deny the remaining changes they ended up making to you. It was hard to imagine, but you were now happy and content as the dumb diapered cuck you’d become.
Frisbee Fetch
It was almost too easy. Hardly even worth my time. Almost. Besides, he mostly deserved it.
I was wandering the quad of the one afternoon when I saw him. He and his “bros” were playing ultimate frisbee. Unfortunately, the university’s quad wasn’t all that big, and so they kept disrupting everyone around them. Tripping over books, stepping on clothes, etc. They never seemed to notice.
Nor did they notice when one of the throws went a bit far, and this one came bounding over to catch it, spilling my double latte all over me and my perfect suit. Clearly I was enraged and at first the boy didn’t apologize. Then he realized that the frisbee had gotten caught in my suit and briefcase.
“Uh, sorry bout that,” he stammered. Clearly he didn't know what to say given how angry I was, but he clearly wanted the frisbee back. I almost didn’t do it. I had a moment of indecision. But like I said, he deserved it.
Oh, it’s alright boy. I’m guessing you want this?
He nodded emphatically. Clearly words weren't his forte anyway.
It’s a nice frisbee. Isn’t it. Nods.
You think you can run faster than I can throw it?
“OF COURSE!” Ah the ego strike. Like I said, so easy.
Ok boy! Fetch!
And off he went.
I let him go on his way, playing with his friends. But I didn’t go far. He seemed to be the most energetic of the bunch, so I figured he’d last longer than them. Sure enough, about 30 minutes later, they dispersed, but he looked around, hoping to find someone else to start a game with.
I made my move.
Hey boy. How’s the frisbee?
“It’s cool. Name’s Chad by the way. Boy sounds like I’m like your son or something.”
Or something. You know I can throw it around if you want.
“Really? That’d be cool. Thanks man.”
No problem. Hand it over.
He did. I launched it in the air. Fetch!
He bounded away to get it. He tossed it back my way, but I ignored it. He ran up to get it next to me. “I thought you said you’d play a bit.”
Oh I will. But I can’t catch it. You’re much better at that. Why don’t I throw it and you just bring it back.
“Uh, ok fine.”
This went on for some time. Eventually I started congratulating him when he caught it and when he brought it back to me. Light at first, but then more and more where I wanted him to go.
Impressive!
Nice catch!
Good job!
Good boy!
When I decided he was ready, I threw it once more. This time his return got a good boy and I ruffled his hair. He looked confused and as though he wanted to pull away, but couldn’t seem to bring himself to do so. Unfortunately for him, every time I looked at him I also exerted strength over him. Couple that with his unconscious obedience to my commands and enjoyment of praise, and he was mine.
Come!
Again, the moment of confusion, but he followed me. I took him to my house. I bet you’re thirsty. Again, nods. I give him some water, which I have to admit, I drugged just a little. I could have done it without the drugs, but I didn't want to waste as much time. 15 minutes should do it.
Feel good boy?
“Chad. Ya”
Aww boy. Don’t be snippy. We’re going to play with your frisbee again. Doesn’t that sound good?
Confusion again, but more nods. But this time I’ll make you a bet. I lay out $100 bill just to make it worth it. You have to catch this one with your teeth and bring it back. Do that and you’ll get the $100.
His eyes widened. The drug helped make it not seem quite as off as it would have otherwise. I tossed. He almost caught it, but missed. From across the room, I say, That’s ok. Bring it back in your teeth and you can have another shot.
He does. We go again. 2 more times. Each near miss, but I offer him another chance.
He’s lost and he doesn't even know it, but I figure it’s time to close up the deal. Toss. Miss. This time crawl back with it.
Sure enough he’s on all fours with it. You seem better down there. How about this. I’ll double it if you can run fast enough on all fours AND catch it. I didn't really need to offer money, but I figure again, make it easier. He takes the bait. For an hour this happens, and he actually starts to catch it, but it doesn’t matter. Each time I have pat his head, called him a good boy. After a while I cut off his jeans and shirt and he doesn't’ even notice.
I take the frisbee from his mouth and pat him on the head. Good boy! He smiles, but tries to get out his name again, “Ch...”. Before he completes I cut in. Chomper! I know you like to hear your name outlaid. Such a good boy. He starts to try again, but I put the frisbee at his mouth. Without thinking he grabs ahold of it.
Good boy. You love your frisbee. All dogs love toys. While speaking I start putting the collar around his neck. He tries to shake it off, but it’s half hearted at best. I start petting him while stroking him slightly.
That’s it. You love your frisbee Chomper. You love your toys like a good dog. So much better than thinking. Or talking. Or being a man. Right Chomper?
I repeat over and over. It only takes ten minutes for me to see it in his eyes. The switch from confusion to acceptance as his mind does the rest.
You’re my good dog, Right Chomper? *bark* Good boy!
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true fags – are faggots every minute of every day, know they were born as a fag, and spend each day being useful to Men, and trying to be a better fag in every way
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