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In time, you found yourself calling your partner “Daddy”. At first, he asked you to do that, because he told you that you sound cute calling him that way. It was weird at first, but it eventually sat in.  One day, you woke up, still sleepy, and called “Daddy” to your daddy who was in the other room. He thought you were so cute, just like a toddler waking up, he promised you both he will buy you a pacifier. He did, and the next night he asked you to suck on it for at least 10 minutes in bed. You felt forced, but you wanted to make “Daddy” happy, so you sucked on it. It took you more than a few nights, but after a week you grow to like your pacifier, not only for bedtimes. You can’t explain it, but one day Daddy woke you up, shaking gently your shoulder. You asked “What’s wrong Daddy?” and then he grabbed your groin. You were wet, really wet. Not only your boxers but the sheets as well. He told you to get up and go get a shower. You just stayed quiet and did as you were told.

The next evening Daddy called you into the bedroom. He stood next to the bed, and a huge white diaper was on it. You tried to say no, you tried to explain it was all some kind of a mistake. You even called him by his real name, what got you a smack on your ass. He told you to say that you are sorry, and you replied “Sorry Daddy”. Daddy got your pacifier and put it in your mouth, shushing you. He told you to lay down on the bed, then he diapered you. It was the most embarrassing moment of your life.

After he was done, he told you to lay on your stomach and raise your ass a little. You were forced to suck on a pacifier, wear a huge diaper, and raise your ass. As you did this you became aroused and the feel of the diaper pressing against your manhood made you rock hard.

Daddy took a few steps back, bit his lower lip, then grabbed his crotch. It was done, from now on, you are his plaything, his boy.

Daddy spoke up and said you're going to make such a good diaper boy and make daddy so happy. From this day on you will wear whatever I lay out for you. Now get some rest before we go out to the club. I will have your clothes laid out for you when you wake up boy.

As you wake you see what daddy has laid out for you. You cringe at the thought of wearing a diaper to the club, but daddy isn't done yet. As you are setting on the bed your new daddy walks in and sets a chastity cage between your legs and say's now lay back while I get you dressed like a good boy.

As you look down you see the catheter inside the cage, and you look up at your new daddy and ask what is that?

Daddy tells you it is a catheter. Once it is inserted and the cage is locked on you, I will have full control over you. You will wear your diaper and slowly wet it with no control as the catheter will be placed inside your bladder ensuring you wet your diaper. I also noticed how excited you became when you had that diaper on so the chastity cage will ensure to keep you from becoming hard like a man.

Rugby champ? Nope, not anymore.

It may take some time, but you'll get it eventually, buddy:

Boys are for diapers, diapers are for boys.

You all want someone to come into your life and downgrade you. Take you from being someone who’s successfully made it through to adulthood, and make you into someone who eagerly waves “Bye-Bye!” to your adulthood as you toss it in a dumpster.

That’s where I come in.

I don’t train through sheer domination. I instill habits in you that make it hard for you to see yourself as an adult. Nightlights? You’ll need that. Nighttime bath? You’ll be doing that. Early bedtime? Not at first silly you’d fight that too much. We’ll start with a reasonable one and push it up more and more while you aren’t looking.

Kiddo are safari bedsheets such a big deal? They are your favorite diaper. Hugging your stuffy so many times a day can’t be that bad, you love your stuffie, right? I know you appreciate everything I do kiddo, I appreciate how hiliarious we’ve made you. How many other guys in their 20’s have a bedtime, nightlight, childish bedsheets, take a bubble bath everyday, and can’t help but refer to any adult they meet as Sir or Mam?

You never reach too far, you never give your diaperboy more than a slight inconvenience at once. You want him to do as you say, and despite what the online stories tell you, you have to take it slow. Too fast, and even if he doesn’t lose interest then he isn’t following along.

All that to say, would you look at my newest boy! He’s so precious. Look at how well he used that diaper. I didn’t even ask for this picture, he just wanted to show off. We’ll have his adulthood in the garbage bin in no time.

Locked, Padded, Caged: Version 2.0

As promised, here is a more recent pic, from February 2020.