Older Daddy's Boy in Albuquerque, NM

“How’s my birthday boy this morning? Is he excited for his first birthday?” the man said, opening the door, walking over to where the man was cuffed to his crib on his knees, the pacifier strapped in his mouth. He undid the strap, and pulled it out, and man struggling again.

“It’s not my first birthday you fucker! I’m nineteen, I’m not one! Let me out of here you–”

“Well I guess my little boy isn’t quite ready yet,” the man said, shoving the pacifier back into his mouth and strapping it back in, “Let’s see how you’re doing–I bet you have a wet diaper after that long night though, shall we check?“ The man struggled away, but he couldn’t move with his hands cuffed, and his cheeks reddened as the older man checked the front of his diaper and found it wet. “That’s a good little boy, wetting your diaper, just like you should. See? We’re making some good progress aren’t we?”

The man pulled out his hand and started massaging the big baby’s cock through his diaper, and he struggled for a few moments, and then his body went slack, and he started grinding the front of his diaper against his daddy’s hand in a daze, sucking on his pacifier.

“That’s a good boy–you’re gonna be daddy’s little boy soon, aren’t you?”

The baby nodded slowly, still sucking, and rubbed up against his daddy’s hand faster.

“You like wetting yourself and sucking on your pacifier–you love being my big baby–it feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re not nineteen–you’re just a baby, aren’t you?”

The man in the crib gave a shudder and felt his cock unload a massive wad of cum into his diaper, and he gave his head a shake, his eyes refocusing, and his cheeks turned even redder, when he realized what he’d done–again. Whenever his daddy touched him, he always just felt so…so little. No, not his daddy, the man isn’t his daddy…right?

“Why don’t you enjoy that wet diaper a little longer,” the big man said, “Let me go get your bottle, and then we’ll get you changed.”

Sitting on the floor, next to his feet, your eyes looking up to his. He is sitting in his brown armchair, the one you know you are not allowed to sit in. He looks down at you, silent, letting you take it all in. Moments ago he had stripped you from the clothes you were wearing, and now you are on the floor to his feet, naked, waiting. You’ve been to this kind of rodeo before, once. You and he went out somewhere and you had a few more drinks than you should have. Bad words slipped out from your mouth that night and the next morning you found yourself waking up in a wet bed. Now when you look up, you see the paddle and the diaper again. You know how that paddle feels on your ass, how can it make you cry. You know how that diaper feels when touching your sore-creamed butt cheeks. Being spanked and diapered keeps you inline, sorted, like a good boy. Last time, he forced you to call him “Daddy” for a whole week. A week of diaper discipline, a week of behavior correction. 

Within that week, you’ve discovered the feeling of being cared for. You loved that daddy took care of you, guided you, changed you, fed you, tucked you in for bedtime. You loved to be a boy to your new daddy. The boy’s place in the house was perfect for you, and daddy made sure you’ll know it was more than just discipline. You enjoyed that week so much but you were too embarrassed to tell daddy. A year has passed since then. On the floor, naked, daddy with the paddle and diaper in his hands, again. You know you acted up last night. You know he, daddy, is right. You know you are going to be daddy’s good boy again, you’ll have no choice. Your plan to be his boy again worked.

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Freshly padded.

With the Bambino Teddy V2.