Sans titre

I should never have taken that shortcut through the estate. It was late and I was on my way home from the theatre. I knew it was a rough area but it would save a whole lot of time and I thought I could slip through. Unfortunately, I found my path blocked by some chav lad. He said that, if I wanted to be on his estate, I was going to need some protection. Fearing that I was about to be mugged, I closed my eyes and braced myself. Instead, he put his arm around me and led me to his house.

another great pic from @miamiabdl inspired another short story:

He knew he had no choice.

The movie had just started when he got a text message from his roommate: “hey little guy, you had better be in your widdle pullups like I told you. Wouldn’t want you going peepee in your pants during the movie. Hahaha”

Before he had a chance to respond, the second text came through: “Get your little butt into the bathroom and strip out of your clothes, except for your pullups. Snap a pic and send it, unfiltered, so I know you’re doing as your told.”

How had he let himself get into this situation? It had only been a week since his roommate, a full two years younger, had accidently stumbled on the secret stash of Goodnites, Tykables, and adult baby gear he hid in his room. The plastic bin containing his baby stuff was hauled into the center of the living room with the demand for an explanation. The absolute shock of that unexpected exposure caught him off guard and, before he knew it, he was admitting his most embarrassing sexual activities.

The roommate saw his chance to take advantage of this situation saying “little boys who need pullups or diapees are way too young to be in charge around here – time to set down some new house rules:

·      You must ask permission for everything – including use of the bathroom

·      You must pay 25% more in rent each month to offset the cost of your babysitter

·      You must wear diapers to bed and pullups during the day, unless told otherwise

·      You will obey my commands or risk exposure to classmates and friends

D.J. had read the ad online.  He answered it, but he never knew it would be coming true…

BONDAGE total restraint in a big boy crib

As a first year at university, He had identified as straight - but acknowledged to Himself, if not others, that He was open to letting another guy suck His dick and might even be down to fuck a dude.

It was a surprise, then, when He found Himself at a festival, naked, squatting down to suck a Stranger’s cock.

The festival has begun like many others, but soon after arriving, He met a young Man named Damien. He was from Paris and exuded confidence and strength. He was the definition of an Alpha and drew the attention and admiration of everyone He encountered.

As He continued to hang out with Damien and His Friends, He began to feel something He hadn’t felt before. It was a profound desire to submit Himself to Damien - to serve Him. He wanted to worship at Damien’s feet, and He yearned to be commanded by Him.

For reasons He could not explain, He admitted this to Damien. Damien smiled and replied in His thick French accent, “this is no surprise. It is as it should be, yes? You are a little faggot and want to please your betters, yes?”

At this moment, it struck him like a brick wall - he was g sure what he was, but he knew he did want to serve, worship, and obey Damien. And he said so.

Damien again smiled.

“You are a good little faggot, but I’m not certain you are ready to serve me.”

He shook his head pleadingly, begging Him to give him a chance.

Damien looked down and said, “you want to worship me, yes? Okay, take off your clothes and kneel before me. Worship at my feet, my little faggot”.

Without thinking, he stripped and dropped to His knees. Leaning forward, he began to kiss His feet. At first, he was taken aback by the subtle, almost sweet scent emanating from His leather sandals; soon he was surprised to realize that he loved the smell of Damien’s feet and began to bury his nose between His toes - hoping to breathe in His scent.

Seeing this, Damien removed His feet from His sandals and pressed His bare, sweaty feet against his face, lips, and nose. He didn’t delay and inhaled deeply as he began to lick every inch of Damian’s bare feet - sucking on His toes - with a fervor he hadn’t ever experienced.

He was confused by this turn of events, but somehow felt greater clarity than he had ever felt before. This was right and, as if to punctuate this fact, his cock was now fully erect as he continued to worship Damien.

Moments later, Damien slipped His sandals back on and stood up. He looked up at Damien with pleading eyes - wondering if he had displeased Him somehow.

“Come with me, little faggot, let us see how good of a faggot you are” said Damien - leading him outside the tent to a small group of Men. “Hello boys, I have a present for you - a new little faggot for you to break in.”

Damien’s announcement was met with hoots and laughter from the group of Men, but he was uncertain and said beseeching, “Damien, I’m not sure I can do this? I’m not really gay or into Guys…I mean, I want to worship and serve You…but I don’t think I can do this…”

Damien shook His head disapprovingly, “you cannot serve me if you do not obey me. You must prove to me that you are a good enough little faggot to serve me. You must show me you are worthy to serve and worship me.”

As He shook His head and began to walk away, he squatted down and shouted, “I must obey Damien, who wants to use me?”

Damien stopped and turned around - watching is a Man from the group stepped forward, pushed down His waistband, and whipped out His soft uncut dick. As he took the Man’s cock into His mouth, the Man chugged a beer and then began fucking his throat.

After He finished and came down his throat, he proceeded to suck and swallow 7 more Men - all for the glory of Damien and in full obedience to Him. Damien watched as he guzzled load after load before ultimately walking over to him and pulling out His own magnificent cock.

He looked up at Damien - locking eyes with Him in complete submission - as he began to suck Damien’s cock. He sucked for at least 15 minutes before Damien pulled out of his mouth, leaned down, and whispered “I don’t like to nut down your throat…I will nut in your pussy…come with me.”

He stood up, his cock perhaps the hardest it had ever been and walked through the crowds - naked and erect as people stared and laughed - and followed Damien to a secluded tent near the festival’s perimeter.

Once inside, Damien undressed, sat on a sofa, and began to stroke His cock. Without being asked, he took position between His legs and began to tongue His ass, taint, and balls. The scent of His manly musk and ripe, sweaty ass was intoxicating as he continued to tongue lash His crotch and ass.

Once Damien was fully erect, He motioned to get up and straddle Him. Without words, he obeyed. Damien squeezed his ass and slapped his asscheeks. He then spit onto His fingers and slid them between his cheeks. He moaned uncontrollably as he felt Damien’s thick, strong fingertips massage His saliva into his faghole. Be spit again and lubricated His cock before saying in a commanding voice, “sit on my cock and ride me, little faggot.”

He felt Damian’s warm, fleshy cock head press against his asshole. Damien was easily 8 solid inches of uncut cock. He was girthy too - as thick as his wrist. His cock would be challenging for a seasoned faggot, but he was committed to serving Damien and wouldn’t fail in his duty.

As he lowered onto His cock - the weight of his body helping to push the tip of Damien’s cock inside his virgin faghole - he winced and inhaled deeply with pain. It was a searing pain that pulsated and spread throughout his ass and torso. He pressed forward and felt it as the head of Damien’s cock pierced his sphincter. He let out a soft scream as he slid fully onto Damien’s erection.

He felt Damien’s cock split him open - stretching open his hole and tearing His ass lips. It was extremely painful but he felt great joy and satisfaction once the full dimension of Damien’s cock was firmly planted balls-deep inside him.

“That’s a good little faggot, yes? Do you like feeling my cock inside you…filling you?”

He nodded and moaned as the waves of burning pain were slowly replaced by a satisfying fullness. He began to ride Damien - his ass sliding up and down Damien’s shaft. Soon after, Damien placed His strong hands on his hips and began thrusting into him - His balls bouncing as He plowed away at his virgin fagcunt.

Damien fucked him for an hour - fucking him in multiple positions - before positioning him on all fours. The head of Damien’s cock teased his hole as he waited ass up and head down. With a single thrust, Damien slid into his now loosened faghole and began to mercilessly pound away - beating up his insides as all 8+ inches of thick, rockhard cockmeat wrecked his innards.

Damien grunted as droplets of His sweat rained down on his back; he moaned uncontrollably as Damien’s cock pummeled his pussy. After an hour of continuous fucking, Damien grunted loudly, yelling “fuck faggot, I’m cumming now!”

With that, Damien slammed His cock home - deeper than before - and let loose a torrent of hot ejaculate. His cock twitched and spasmed inside him - pulsating as streams of cum flooded his guts. He had never been fucked before, let alone bred, and he was surprised when he felt the warmth and sensation of fullness as Damien pumped him full of His load.

Damien grunted as His cock unloaded. After 30 seconds, the pulsations ceased and Damien slowly pulled out. His cock was already growing soft by the time the tip of His cock exited his butthole. It was glistening with cum mingled with his assjuice. A small droplet of cum hung precariously like a translucent pearl from the tip of His penis and he quickly lapped it up with his tongue before taking Damien’s soft cock into his mouth - using his throat to suck it clean.

Damien sighed and sat back on the sofa as he sucked on His spent cock. Moments later, as he continued to suck on Damien’s dick, he felt a hot stream of a strong, salty fluid flowing from the tip of his penis. He realized instantly what it was and, far from being disgusted, realized that he wanted to swallow anything and everything that came from Damien and besides, he was surprised to realize he actually like the taste of Damien’s fresh piss.

Damien sighed as He relieved Himself down his faggot’s throat, “good little faggot…I like to take a piss after fucking and you are saving me a trip to the toilets.” He sighed again, “ahhhh… you liked this, yes? You will be my little faggot always?”

That's why I have to be diapered for bed

Why have you let me sleep in ? Now I've slept through the need to do the other

To contain the sudden gush that happens

Boys however are best made to wear them daily, they're gushes happen too without warning

That's why a good disposable pant is essential for them too

Steve walked further into the house, looking for a sign of life. He was about to head back out when he heard something, a giggle maybe, from upstairs. Maybe Justin was watching Family Guy with his flat-mate, Tim, again.  He headed upstairs, hearing more giggling now. It was weird though, it didn’t sound like dudes laughing, it sounded like a little kid.  

As soon as Steve walked into the bedroom where the sounds seemed to be coming from, he knew something really strange was going on. Sure enough Justin and Tim were in the room and it seemed their buddy Ethan had joined them too.  But all three young men were kneeling on Tim’s bed, wearing nothing but thick diapers, bouncing and giggling.  Their clothes were scattered around the floor, abandoned.  

“What are you guys doing?” Steve asked, feeling really confused. 

It was Ethan who twisted around, looking at Steve with this really dumb open-mouthed grin. His whole face just looked so wrong, so stupid. But Ethan was studying medicine, he was no dope. Yet now he looked idiotic, like he was retarded or really high on something strong.  

“Daaa! Ptthhh!” he babbled and blew a raspberry at Steve before returning his attention to whatever had the others so intrigued. 

“Tim, Justin, what the fuck is going on here?!” Steve demanded. 

The two other men spun around, both smiling brightly. Justin’s chin was shiny with drool. Tim’s eyes were clearly blank, just so empty of recognition, of thought. And both young men sported obvious erections in their diapers. Now at least Steve understood what was so interesting to them, even if it horrified him further.  

“Guys, what are you doing?” Steve asked, more quietly, concerned. 

Justin and Tim hopped on the bed, giggling and babbling more nonsense. He was getting nothing out of them.  They clearly needed help, professional help. But as he prepared to call triple one for an ambulance he noticed something. There was one fresh diaper, sitting on the end of the bed.  Why just one clean one, he wondered.  

Carefully Steve walked to the bed, watching the nearly naked young men, his mates, suck on their fingers and stick their hands in their diapers to play with themselves shamelessly in front of him.  What had happened to them? And did the diaper have something to do with it? He picked it up, to see if there was anything unusual about it. 

It was like an electric shock. The second his skin made contact pleasure rippled through his body.  He knew instantly that the diaper had done it. The diaper was some kind of magic. He needed to put it down right now. How strange that he brought it to his face instead, rubbed his cheek against it, moaned with pleasure.  

He needed to put it on. He needed it up against his cock. He knew it was a bad idea, but he needed it, he physically needed to do it. He took off his clothes, finding it hard with only one free hand, but he had to hold the diaper. He couldn’t put it down for a second. Off went his shoes and socks, his shorts, his t-shirt and finally his boxers. The other men grinned and hopped on their bottoms, eager for a new play-mate. 

Steve tried to stop himself then. He saw their eager looks, he knew this was what happened to them. He needed to have more will-power. He looked down as he felt his erection building. Oh God, it was so big, so good. He needed this. He couldn’t deny it! 

Steve dropped to his bottom and pulled the diaper underneath him. As the soft material contacted his bottom he moaned with instant pleasure. God he needed release! He pulled the diaper up between his legs and taped it shut. His erect penis brushed against the material. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. 

He managed to stand on his shaky legs, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in bliss. He could still think though. He was still him. He just needed to get control of himself. There was still time. 

But something else was telling him that it would all be better if he wasn’t still him. It would be twice as good if he was just like them, like the others. He needed to turn off his mind, stop thinking about anything but his nice, soft, warm diaper.  And he needed release, so, so badly. 

Steve grabbed the front of the diaper with both hands and thrust into them, feeling the soft material slide perfectly across his lengthened shaft. Up and down, up and down, so perfect until…

“Ugh! Mmmm! Ohhhh!” 

Steve came into the diaper, squirting out his load and feeling a sensation beyond sexual release. It was a mental release, the freeing of all his other worries and thoughts, letting them go, letting it all disappear. 

Steve finished his sticky squirts. The other boys smiled at him and he grinned back. What lovely fun! He climbed onto the bed to be with them.  They babbled silly sounds at him. Steve made silly sounds right back. He could make noises too! And his chin was all wet and icky but that was okay, that was just fine. And he didn’t even see his phone powering up, sending out a text message all on its own as it lay on the floor in his piled clothes.