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I sat in the chemistry lab, staring at the beaker in front of me, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I had been working on this experiment for weeks, and I was determined to get it right.

But as I carefully measured out the chemicals and mixed them together, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I double-checked my calculations and my measurements, but everything seemed to be in order.

With a deep breath, I poured the mixture into the beaker and watched as it began to bubble and froth. Suddenly, a bright flash of light filled the lab, and I felt a strange tingling sensation all over my body.

When the light faded, I blinked and looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened. And then I saw my chemistry professor, lying on the ground in front of me, unconscious.

"Professor Jones!" I cried out, rushing to his side. I shook him gently, trying to wake him up, but he didn't stir.

Panicked, I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him harder, trying to get him to wake up. "Professor, you have to stand up," I said, speaking in a commanding voice.

To my amazement, his eyes fluttered open and he immediately stood up, his eyes glazed and dull. He looked at me with a blank expression, as if he was in some sort of trance.

Feeling a surge of excitement and confusion, I realized that the experiment had somehow turned the professor into my obedient servant. I quickly began to test his obedience, giving him simple commands to see how he would respond.

"Professor, kiss me deeply," I commanded, and he obeyed without hesitation, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply and passionately.

As our lips met, I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth, exploring and tasting me. I could taste the sweetness of his lips and the tanginess of his mouth.

His tongue was soft and wet, and it felt incredible as it moved around in my mouth. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as he kissed me, and I could feel the heat of desire coursing through my veins.

I wanted him more than anything, and I was determined to make the most of this incredible opportunity. As the kiss deepened, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him even more deeply.

His mouth was like a drug, and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to stay like this forever, lost in his embrace and the taste of his lips.

But eventually, I had to break the kiss and catch my breath. I looked at him with a mix of admiration and desire, and I knew that I had to have more of him.

"Professor, let me worship your body," I said, and he obediently stood still, allowing me to explore his muscular chest and arms, kissing and nibbling on his toned muscles.

I could feel the strength and power of his body, and I felt a surge of desire as I worshiped his muscles. I kissed and licked every inch of his body, savoring the taste and smell of his skin.

I could smell the musky scent of his cologne and the salty tang of his sweat, and it only made me want him more. I was in heaven, and I knew that I would never forget this incredible experience.

As I commanded him to suck my dick, he obediently knelt down in front of me, taking my hard cock into his mouth and sucking on it hungrily.

I could feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth, and I could hear the sounds of his deep, throaty moans. It was amazing, and I quickly realized that he was an expert at sucking cock.

His mouth felt incredible, and I could feel every inch of my cock being expertly teased and tantalized. His tongue was soft and wet, and it felt amazing as it moved around in my mouth.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew that I was going to explode soon. And when I finally did, the professor hungrily and aggressively sucked and swallowed every last drop of cum, making sure to get every last bit of my seed.

In the end, I decided to move in with the professor and make him my permanent servant. I commanded the professor to behave normally in public, but in private he was to remain the blank, mindless fag that he had become.

It was this selfie that did it. This selfie that broke him. He had no idea it would happen. The simple “send me a pic” command had seemed so innocent. So had the ones before it. They hadn’t even seemed like commands. It wasn’t even clear when that had changed. But changed it had.

You see, he met @itsalphamhan from a boy he was using. Looking through his blog, he was impressed at the control he exerted over his many boys. It was impressive. Especially the ones that didn’t fall into your normal “sub” category. Strong men, some with big cocks, still ending up subservient and often locked by the other man’s power. 

Figuring he’d get some tips, he’d chatted him up and praised his conquests. They struck up a great conversation. They kept in touch, often chatting over boys they’d used. He’d occasionally ask for tips on how he’d accomplished one thing or another, but for the most part, they were just enjoying their chats as equals… or so he thought.

He probably should have noticed more that @itsalphamhan would “slip up” a lot and call him puppy. They’d both laugh it off. He could be such a dummy sometimes it seemed. He’d sometimes say things in such a way that it wasn’t clear if he was talking about the boys they were using or him. He’d constantly be cajoled into admitting how strong and impressive @itsalphamhan was, but it never seemed more than a needy bro seeking approval.

Then this happened. He’d long been curious how its as that @itsalphamhan got his guys to become puppies. Yea, he’d played with some pups over the years, but they were already like that. This guy seemed to be able to make normal men lose themselves and become pups. He finally asked how. He should have remembered to be careful what he wished for.

It’s not hard to get a man to become a puppy. Most people naturally follow along with it anyway. You just need to set the groundwork, then have a breaking moment.

“What kind of groundwork.”

Anything that you can then use against them later. I’ll show you that part later. But groundwork can be anything from getting them to lick more often when sucking, following you around behind you, sitting at your feet instead of next to you, and of course the staple “good boy.” See all these things are normal activities so no guy will feel you’re pushing them too far. As long as you can get them this far, the rest is easy.

But if they’re all normal activities, how does that change them?

That, puppy, is what the breaking point is for. You see once you have all the groundwork, you then do something a bit bigger that you can reverse on them and make them feel like the puppy you wanted them to be. I personally like collaring them. Once you do that, you can make them look at themselves. It’s really hard for a man to see himself as one when he’s collared and pointed out to him what he has become. Then you remind him of all the things he’s done like a puppy. His brain will not be able to refute the evidence, and then you push him to do more. The more he does in that moment the more permanent it will be.

“I guess that’s true. Tried the collar with a few guys, but unless they’re super sub already, most shy away from it. I don’t even own a dog collar anymore. It was getting so little use, I sold it.”

Gotta get creative boy! Try using a belt at first. Get them used to it. Your or theirs it doesn’t matter.

That sounds like it would hurt them.

Nah, look just try it on yourself and you’ll see it doesn’t hurt them at all.

“Hmm.” 

Noticing the reticence, @itsalphamhan backed off. They had another couple convos. Not content to lose this though, he brought it back up a while later.

Try it on. You’ll never feel comfortable using it on a boy if you think it will hurt him. Take your belt off and put it on.

He didn’t sense the depth of command that had been put into the statement, but he agreed he should at least see if it hurts first.

“You’re right it doesn’t hurt much except when it tangles with the t-shirt, which kinda gets tight.”

Take off your shirt. You’ll see the leather doesn’t hurt.

“Oh I guess they will be shirtless. Let me try.”

Let me make sure you did it right. If not you could choke them. Send a selfie of it on.

That was it. He took the selfie, but as he saw himself, it started to dawn on him what he looked like. His stricken look was captured as he sent the photo, but he hoped it wouldn’t be noticed….

It only took 3 weeks. Three weeks after the foolish photo for it to become a real dog collar. He’d thought for a moment that he’d get out of it, but alas it was not to be.

He’d realized when he’d sent the photo that he might have made a mistake. As the photo clicked, you could see the consternation in his eyes, but it was already sent.

Wow. I was going to let you take it off, but damn. That’s a perfect look for you pup.

“You know I’m not a pup. Stop calling me that. I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t hurt before I used it on a boy. Definitely not leaving it on.”

Haha ok. I’ll try not to slip up “bro.”

It was only an hour before the texts started. Each one included the picture and a single line that kept pounding into his brain.

Sure looks like a dog collar don’t you think?

Such a cute puppy.

It’s so cool how the collar has a leash already attached.

Just look at those cute puppy eyes.

The worst part was that he couldn’t deny it completely. He was so humiliated. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for it. That picture was too much, but it wasn’t till the next day though that it got worse.

He hadn’t heard from @itsalphamhan yet that day, but he got a message when he was home from work.

How’d it feel to wear your collar all day?

“What are you talking about? I didn’t wear a collar?”

Are you sure? Pretty sure I saw it around your waist.

“Dude, stop being a dick. I wore a BELT today like I do every day.”

The picture again. Does that look like a belt to you?

He didn’t hear from him again that night, but he couldn’t get the words out of his head. It had been a collar for a minute. Just a minute, but still…

The next morning, he looked down at the belt. He didn’t want to wear it but knew he had to wear it to work. Sighing, he picked it up, and put it on, but it felt different. It took all his energy not to think about it being a collar even though it was around his waist.

Lunchtime came around, and the messages started again.

Good puppy. I know you’re collared again. No one else may see it, but you and I both know it’s there. Think about it. 

A collar. 

Not just A collar, but YOUR collar. And who got you to put it on? Me. Who collared you? Me.

Don’t worry puppy. You can take it off when you go to the gym.

@itsalphamhan had been right about the gym. He was able to take it off and he thought that he’d be free, but then another message came.

I know I’ve been fucking around with your head. Work your chest more today. It’ll help you feel more like a man.

Thank goodness. Finally the game would end! It seemed to work. He focused on his chest and felt better. The next day, no demeaning messages. Only one encouraging one:

Hit the gym today. Do some legs, but especially chest. You know it made you feel better.

He decided that the gym was his best escape from the thoughts that had bothered him the last few days. He worked out more than he’d expected with a lot of great encouragement from @itsalphamhan. It was great. He was so glad to be back to being bros.

Then Friday came around. 

He got home from the gym, and was worn out. A new message awaited him.

How’d it feel to be such a good boy all week?

“What are you going on about now?’

You were such a good boy! You wore your collar every day. And then you went and worked hard for me. Followed my lead like a good puppy and worked so hard. Hard for the man who collared you! Doesn’t that feel good? GOOD BOY!

There was a brief flash where the praise actually felt good before the anger kicked in. “I am not your puppy!!!”

Bad dog! Don’t argue with me. Lose those stupid clothes.

He started to reply in anger but realized he’d already taken off some of his clothes. He stopped unsure what had happened.

Aww. You must be confused puppy. You spent all week thinking about that belt as your collar. You saw yourself as that puppy every day. And every day you followed more and more of my orders. Your brain wants to obey me.

“No way. Things don’t work like that. Stop being a dick. I was just worn out and not thinking.”

Hahaha. Ya no worries. Go chill dude. It musta been a long day.

The next week went the exact same as before. @itsalphamhan never mentioned the pup stuff again. He just kept encouraging him at the gym, and he went home every day more tired than the time before, but also feeling good. He barely noticed that every day he left the gym there was a “good boy!” mixed into the messages. @itsalphamhan also recommended wearing less at home so he’d let his body cool down. What a great idea.

The following Friday came the fall.

Take off your clothes pup. It’s time.

He was already taking them off. It really was much more freeing without them, so he didn’t balk, but this time he didn’t stop there.

Put on your collar.

He reached down, but stopped himself. No way. That was once. He wasn’t going to do it again. He started to respond, but didn’t get the first word before he continued.

Put it on puppy. Obey. Be a good boy. You are so good at obeying. You wear your collar every day. It will feel so good to wear it where it belongs instead of on your waist. Do it boy.

Put.

Your.

Collar.

On.

And he did. He tried not to, but it was no use. He couldn’t stop himself.

The next week, he collared himself each night. On Friday before he left the gym, he got the text: I think my puppy needs a real collar. Go to that store downtown and pick one out for yourself.

He didn’t want to, but he did anyway. Maybe if he had a different collar it wouldn’t feel so bad wearing his belt to work all day. He found one that looked pretty studly and brought it home.

Strip puppy. -He did

Collar yourself. -He did

Send me a pic. -He did

…

GOOD BOY!

You’re such a good boy, it’s time you learn to be a really good DOG.

The implications of what he was almost allowing to happen hit him like a brick. He took off the collar and tossed it away. He was never going to put that on again.

The next week was rough. Though he never responded, he got messages every day. He was constantly called Good Boy or Good Dog especially when he left the gym. He liked going and loved what it was doing to his body, but was hard to handle the regular cadence of messages.

Finally, he’d had enough. He responded simply, “Enough. Leave me alone.”

It wasn’t till the next morning that @itsalphamhan responded. Ok pup. I have thought a lot about what you said. I have decided to leave you be. On one condition. You obey me completely for one hour.

In the grand scheme of things one hour seemed a small price to pay. All he wanted to do was forget all this had happened and go back to using his regular boring boys. “Fine.”

That night, the messages began.

Put your collar back on.

“I threw it out.”

You know you have one around your waist. Take it off. Put it on. Obey.

He knew if he didn’t follow that he’d never get out of this, so he complied.

That’s a good boy! Such a good dog!

Now, strip.

He hated the way that he spoke to him, but again, he complied.

Now, do exactly as I say.

Walk to the mirror.

Good boy. Look yourself in the eyes.

Good dog. Now, keep looking at yourself but sink to all fours.

Not bad puppy, but curl those fingers up. That’s right. A tight fist. Now back down. Good doggie.

Now tell me, does what you see in the mirror look like a man?

“No.”

What does it look like?

He couldn’t bring himself to respond. Just a little longer and all this could be put behind him.

Hmm. Reluctance? Ok boy. This one is simple.

BARK.

“Arf”

Good dog! Again! Speak!

10 more times it was repeated. He had to admit that the consistent barking did make it harder to think about what he was intending to say when it was over.

Now, I know we’ve got some time left. I don’t want my puppy to be bored. Go get your gym shoe.

Good doggie! Now sniff it!

“I don’t like shoes. Not my thing.”

Bad dog! I didn’t say talk, I said sniff! Now!

He lowered his head to his shoes. They were ripe from the gym, but he did as told.

Good boy. Sniff.

Lick.

Bark.

He did. For 30 minutes he sniffed his shoes and licked them, barking all the while. After 10 he didn’t mind the smell or taste. After 20 he started to like it. At the end of the 30 minutes he found it hard to think straight at all.

Now boy, pick up your shoe. Not with your paw, but your mouth. Good boy. Now look at yourself. Tell me what you. look like.

“A dog.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he really did. Even the shoe falling out of his mouth as he spoke didn’t change that he really did look so much more puppy than man in this moment.

Now boy, our hour is almost up. You will look at yourself in the mirror and you will see the dog you’ve become. I bet you will spend the rest of the night with your shoe right there on the floor. In the morning, you’ll be reluctant to put back on those restrictive clothes.

I bet every time you see a man’s sneaker you will think of licking it. I think every time you’re at the gym you’ll smell the sweat and start panting like you are now. Every time you get dressed to go to work, you know you’ll be collared even if it’s around your waist. 

You will think of all of this. And I will not message you. But I bet you will message me. Night doggie.

He lasted 2 weeks. Every single statement was true. He had never been into sneakers, but every time he saw them on a hot guy he thought about licking them. Every time he smelled musk from men or clothes he wanted to pant. It bombarded his brain over and over again.

He sent the fateful message to @itsalphamhan. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It won’t go away.”

@itsalphamhan smiled to himself and invited him over. I’ll fix it for you.

He eagerly went right over. He took two steps in and noticed instantly that @itsalphamhan had been at the gym. The scent was everywhere. He couldn’t help himself and started breathing deeply, almost panting.

@itsalphamhan walked up, carrying a collar.

“I thought you were going to help.”

Oh, I am. He said as he slipped the collar around the boys neck. He reached up but couldn’t find the way to unfasten it.

“This isn’t what I meant.”

Stop trying to take it off Kai. Your paws won’t work on it anyway. Now. You’re going to realize that you’re already a dog. You’re going to sink to all fours on your little front paws, and you’re going to bark. And you’re not going to talk again inside this house.  You can pretend to be a man when you go to work, but here we know what you are.

“I. No. Thats not… And why did you call me Kai?” but despite his protests he was in fact sinking to the floor. His mind was far more gone than he’d expected. He started to turn to leave. He’d find another way.

Because boy. That’s was your last step. I just took your name away from you. You’re just Kai now. Kai is a good dog name don’t you think? Now come lick my shoes, socks and feet, and then I’ll let you have my bone.

He tried to stop himself. He really did. But he couldn’t. He licked. He sniffed. He panted. He barked. @itsalphamhan said over and over what a good boy Kai was.

That weekend, his conditioning was deepened. @itsalphamhan didn’t even have to add much more to it. The foundation was already there, and losing his name was the final straw.

Birthday Cuck

Your man said he had a present for your birthday waiting upstairs. You had no idea what it was, but were shocked at what was in front of you. Walking into the room, at first glance you see a boy just begging to get pounded. You get excited just thinking about it. Of course, that’s exactly what he wants you to see.

He doesn’t say anything when he hears you walk in, just playfully moves his legs back and forth. You feel as though it’s an invitation, and your clothes are falling to the floor within seconds.

What you don’t initially realize is that he’s come from the gym, but you notice a little as you get closer. This boi smells a lot more masculine than you expected. Still undeterred, you reach down to pull down the cute little white briefs, but his playfully moving feet seem to stop you. First one slightly pushes your hand away. The next lands on your chest and you realize it’s quite strong. Also a bit damp.

Getting into the fun, you push it aside and reach again. Each time, though he deters you without saying a word. You begin to get frustrated. The gym smell has also become increasingly noticeable, almost to the point of being distracting.

Finally, you’ve had enough. You push both his legs aside and muscle your way closer. As you reach back to pull the briefs down, his legs swing back behind your head blocking your arms completely. You find your face thrust down into his perfect ass. The fabric is damp on your face, and the scent of his musk is overpowering. You’ve never felt someone who smelled so much like pure manhood. You struggle to get back up, but his legs are like iron holding you in place.

Finally, you hear his voice. “You want my ass so much don’t you?”

Unable to say anything with your face thrust so deep, you struggle out a small nod.

“Just breathe deep. Savor what you want.”

It’s not like you have a lot of choice in the matter, but still it galls you to do what he wants. Still, as foreplay goes, it could be a lot worse. He does smell really good. You find yourself pushing your face deeper sniffing more and more. You don’t even notice when his feet loosen their hold on your head. It’s several minutes later when he shifts his weight and you move a little beyond the fog in your brain.

“You can’t help but want more, can you?”

You know it’s true. You want to rim him deep before you fuck him. He tugs the briefs down slightly, giving you even more of a glimpse of what lies beneath.

“You want to lick it?”

Still at a loss for words, you just nod.

“Of course you do. It’s a perfect ass. But I don’t let just anyone have it. First, show me how much you want it. Show me how good you are with your tongue.”

You stammer a bit. He’s still not rolled over, and you’re not sure what he was you to do. His feet sway again.

“That’s right. Use that tongue on my feet. Work them like you want to work my ass. Then if you do good I’ll let you have the taste you so desperately want.”

You’ve never been into feet, but figure a little bit of something you don’t like for something you want so desperately is definitely worth it. You dive in. You tongue his feet as intensely as you would his ass. After a while, you don’t even notice how strong they smell, and the salty sour musky taste begins to actually taste good to you.

Some time later, he finally relinquishes, and pulls down his briefs just enough for you to get to what you’ve wanted for so long. You dive in. You’re cock is still rock-hard, and you’re going crazy. The thoughts of what you’ll do to him along with the smells surrounding you are overwhelming. So much so that when his feet snake down and tease your cock, you completely all over the floor.

You are shocked and a bit embarrassed by what happened. It then gets worse when you turn and realize your man was standing in the doorway.

The boy rolled over on the bed. “Wow. Done already? I’m guessing you’re not the kind of guy who can go again so quickly?”

Your embarrassment spikes. You can normally go for hours, but once you cum, you’re done for a while. Your beet red face is all the confirmation he needs.

He smiles. “That’s alright. There’s still fun to be had. You can at least watch.” You are confused as to the smile until you see your man get naked and walk over. The boy gets up and reveals a cock that more than rivals his incredible ass.

The next hour, your stunned as you watch the man you thought was a little bottom pound your man over and over. The entire time he’s mocking you and your pitiful showing earlier. And the level to which you sank to get what you wanted. At some point you find his sock shoved in your mouth while you watch. At a later time it’s replaced with the briefs you wanted to rip off so badly.

You’re so stunned by what happens you’re barely aware of anything else except the feeling of defeat as you watch someone fuck more than you ever could. They finally collapse spent, and you feel the worst is over. It wasn’t the birthday you wanted, but at least now this kid will leave.

Instead of getting dressed, however, he walks over to you, his cock still half hard and impressive.

“It’s a good thing you’re great with your tongue. It means you can stay. Of course, it’s clear I’ll be the one fucking around here, so there’s just one small catch.”

Your defeat is so complete, you can’t even try and stop him as he bends down and places a metal device on your cock. You hear the click and realize exactly what he’s done, but it’s far too late.

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!

This one is a slow burn, but that image and original caption deserved it, so hope you enjoy. As always, full stories here: https://www.patreon.com/creativeclay

Daddy? Hahaha. Here’s a boy if I ever saw one. We’ll wax him, cage him, and teach him how to do chores.

Troy stared at the response to his insta post, unable to believe it. It didn’t matter that there were over 100 comments that all fed his ego, this one pissed him off so badly. It was a friend of a friend who he’d only met once or twice, but of course rather than exchange numbers they’d shared instas. Now he does this? Who the hell did that guy think he was? Before he could think about it any further, he shot off a message to the poster.

“WTF dude!? Where do you get off calling me a boy?”

I was a couple hours later, his phone chirped, alerting him to the response. What can I say? I see what I see.

He took no time pushing back. “What you say doesn’t make sense anyway. It’s not like any of that stuff makes a man or a boy.”

Prove it

“What the hell do you mean prove it? I prove it every day.”

No, you said what I mentioned doesn’t matter. So prove it. Let’s start small. Shave that beard. Tell me how much of a “Daddy” you feel like then.

“Fuck off. I got nothing to prove to you.” With that, he slammed his phone down and didn’t respond. On the other side of town, the other man smiled. He had only to wait.

That night Troy kept raging at the comments the other guy had made. He meant what he said, he had nothing to prove. But it pissed him off. He had a couple drinks, but it didn’t help. That night he tossed and turned, his rage simmering.

The next morning he awoke still frustrated. His morning wood was even less of a distraction than usual. He took the hottest shower he could stand, but his thoughts never left that one guy. He didn’t know why one guy out of so many bothered him, but he’d never really been challenged like that.

Maybe that was it. He should look at it as a challenge. Just like when he started lifting and got a tattoo to cover up how people saw him when he was more scrawny. “Fuck it,” he said to himself. He’d prove to this douche that he was full of shit. Without another thought he shaved his whole beard off. He immediately took another thirst trap photo and posted it. “That’ll show him,” he thought.

Throughout the day, he got the expected comments, lots of compliments, and “Hot!!!” Or fire emojis. Feeling great, he was happy when he got a new message. “Glad to see you accepted the challenge. I forgot how young you look without your beard!”

“Young or not, I’m still on top. As expected.” Troy responded cockily.

“Sure. Sure. I mean it’s not like you did anything actually daring like shaving all that chest and underarm hair. Keeping that “daddy status” with that would have been impressive. Oh well.”

Troy rolled his eyes and closed his phone. He’d proven himself enough already. 

Or so he thought.

Over the next few days, the guy’s words gnawed at him. It didn’t help that some older guys had been hitting on him a bit, clearly mistaking his shaven face for an easy boy to fuck. Couldn’t they tell he was on another level from those boys?

That night he decided to go out and get a boy to take his frustrations out on. To truly prove his point to his antagonizer, he shaved his chest and pits too. After he’d fucked a boy’s brains out, he’d send a pic directly to that fucker and show him how it wasn’t any of that which made him an alpha man.

He got to the club and was surprised to find it was underwear night. Always happy to show off his body, he stripped down. Tonight he was wearing a pair of dark blue trunks that he felt looked great on him, so he knew he’d be at the top of his game.

He had a couple beers as he took his time hunting down his prey. He took in all the appreciative glances sent his way. Not minding that he got some attention from guys that weren’t normally his speed, so long as they didn’t disrupt his game.

He eventually found a little twink to take home and he pounded him hard. He was a little frustrated that the boy hadn’t worshiped him more. He really liked his chest and pits being licked and worshiped, but the boy didn’t seem into it. Still, he was fun to fuck, and as intended he sent a selfie as a DM to the guy that had been harassing him.

“Damn,” he responded. “I am pretty impressed. Maybe you are all you think you are. Of course even your cock couldn’t get inside a twink like that without that bush of yours.”

Troy of course practically got high off the compliment so didn’t even think before responding, “Challenge accepted.”

The next night he was at the club again and after a few drinks he found the perfect twink. He actually had a boyfriend, but they were both pretty cute so he figured playing with them together was no problem. Sometimes couples just needed a bull to spice things up, a role he was happy to fill.

He went back to their place, but was surprised when they got naked and started fooling around that the guys seemed to keep trying to go for his ass. At first he just tried to divert them subtly, but after a while, he got frustrated.

“Guys, no offense, but I’m a total top. Surely you knew that. The way you made it sound you both wanted to get fucked tonight.”

The boyfriend of the twink started laughing. “No boy, we both wanted to fuck. My boy here is verse so doesn’t get to fuck very often. When we saw you we knew you’d be perfect. Seeing you without your clothes on tells me my boy was right as usual.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?” Troy practically shouts. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“I mean look at you. Smooth as a baby. Even my boy leaves a little fluff. Ypu went all out. Don’t tell me you didn’t think we’d notice.”

“It was just a bet. Like I said, I always fuck. This,” Troy says, grabbing his dick, “Is all the ‘manliness’ I need to fuck guys like you.”

Troy didn’t notice the anger that flashed in the other man’s eyes as he continued on a tirade of how superior he was. All the pent up frustration he’d felt since that first post had boiled over. Finally, the other man had had enough.

“You seem to have some weird conceptions of what it is to be a man. Let me educate you.”

With that, he grabbed Troy, and brought his face directly to his pit. Troy was too shocked to pull away as he inhaled the other man’s musk.

“Smell that boy? That’s how a man smells.”

After a moment he pulled him up to the mirrored closet doors. “And this is how a man looks. Look at me. Look at my boy. Which one do you look more like?”

Troy was still reeling from the man’s anger and intensity, but he tried to collect himself. “I look more like him, but like I said, it was a bet…”

The man flicked Troy’s cock harshly, not letting him continue. “You said all you needed to. You look more like a boy. And even if it was a bet, a: you shouldn't have taken it, and b. You shouldn’t have lost.”

At this point Troy spoke up again, “Well no, it was more of a challenge. Proving my manhood and all that.” He assumed the other man would understand this better.

Instead, he started laughing. “A challenge. Fuck boy. A MAN doesn’t need to prove his manhood. He doesn’t NEED to accept a challenge. No one can impact his manhood. You needing to prove it shows you were always going to be a boy. Just needed someone to make it happen. My guess is this,” he said, flicking Troy’s cock again, “is the problem.”

All the berating and flicking had of course killed Troy’s hardon, so he was perfectly positioned when the man slipped a cage over it. “This was the boy’s, but I think you need it more. Now, my guess is you still think you shouldn't be fucked. So get the hell out of here. Come back when you’re ready. I’ll take that thing off when you let us fuck you.”

Troy was practically shoved out the door and for a moment just stood there dumbfounded. How had that happened? Why didn’t he stop that guy from talking to him like that? How had he not put a stop to the caging? Surely he could have, right?

He went home eager to get the cage off, but couldn’t find a way to get it off himself. He went to bed vowing to get it removed the next day.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t any luckier the next day. He knew he’d have to get professional help, or beg that guy. His ego would allow for neither. He was also so horny. Of course as he was thinking through all this, the fucker who started all this messaged.

“How goes?”

That was all he said, but it unleashed the floodgates. Troy was so angry. He unleashed all his rage through his messages, telling his story in a fury.

The reaction was surprising. “Oh, I think I can help with that. Want me to come over?”

Troy wanted to say no, he was afraid that it would somehow be worse, but he was so desperate, and this guy knew already. He might as well have him over.

When he arrived, he came in without knocking. Troy noticed he’d put on a little more muscle since last he saw him. Not his type, but he looked good for sure. “So how can you help?” he asked.

“Oh easy. I know how to milk your prostate with my fingers. It will help you be less horny till we can get that thing off of you, and it won’t require you to get fucked.”

Of course Troy was against the idea, but after an hour of back and forth, he finally relented. The guy was an expert and Troy came quickly. It felt different than cumming while fucking, but he had been so horny he didn’t care. He needed it.

Of course that was the last time it was completely free. Troy tried all week to find a non humiliating way to get the cage off, but to no avail. So he kept getting milked. He slowly realized that it never fully got rid of him being horny, but it helped somewhat. So he let it happen several times a day. He didn’t care how much the guy teased him while he did it. He didn’t see how he started to give into the humiliation.

He needed it so much he finally relented when he had to give head to get it. He found himself more obedient as well, though he often didn’t notice. It started  to feel normal.

When it was suggested that he just give in and let the couple fuck him so that he could get the key and unlock his cock, he reluctantly agreed. They happily came over and spit roasted him. He was humiliated, but he was also so used to cumming from fucking that he came hands free. After they left, he realized they had given the key not to him, but to his tormentor.

He walked over to Troy, who was still spent from being fucked. “Now, boy, I think it’s time to make sure you understand.” He brought Troy over to the mirror. “Look at yourself. A hairless, caged boy, who came from being fucked hands free. How look at this too.”

The man took down his pants revealing the “daddy” trunks that had started it all. Troy hadn’t realized they’d been taken. “I’ve been wearing these for days now.” He stripped them off, turned them inside out and simply commanded,  “Open.” Troy didn’t have it in him to do anything but obey, so he opened his mouth, finding his own underwear shoved in his mouth, but tasting strongly of another man.

He didn’t do a thing when the man went behind him and began fucking him. He could only stare at himself and the humiliating image he saw in front of him. A humiliation made even worse when he realized he came once again to his third fuck of the night.

He had nothing left, so when the man slipped the key in the lock on his cage, Troy was shocked. The man led his hand down to the lock, and Troy found a tiny measure of hope creep up. 

Wish Bear

“Hey babe! Look what I got at the fair! Isn’t it so cute? It’s a wish bear! I won it and it made me think of you, my wish.” Your boyfriend held up an adorable little teddy bear. Thought normally not the kind of thing you’d get for one another, it was cute, and you figured the thought was nice.

“Besides,” he continued. “I found out that I have to go on a work trip for a bit so you can keep him near you to think of me while I’m gone.” You rolled your eyes at the silly suggestion, but he just smiled and kissed you on the cheek.

The next day when you got home from work, your boyfriend was gone, and you saw that he’d left the teddy bear on his side of the bed. You rolled your eyes once again at his antics, but you just left it there. It wasn’t like it took up much space anyway.

You sleep well that night and have strange dreams. When you wake up you can’t remember what they were about, just the sensation that they were strange to you. You go to take a shower and are slightly surprised to see that your morning wood isn’t as prominent and distracting as normal. You still enjoy yourself in the shower, quickly putting the moment and your dreams out of your mind.

The next night’s dreams are intense once again, but the following morning you wake up and see a small wet spot. Did you cum in your sleep? You hadn’t done that in years. Maybe your dreams were sexy ones from missing your boyfriend. That would explain it… It also would explain why you didn’t have any morning wood at all. Your attempts to stroke in the shower actually didn’t do anything at all. You must have cum right before you woke up…

You get dressed for work, and don’t even realize it when you put on some white briefs you never wear instead of your usual boxers. You did notice it when you were at the gym, but the tight fit felt kinda comforting instead of restrictive like you remember when you switched to boxers full time.

That night, determined not to have a repeat of the night before you lay down in bed and plan to stroke one out. You take off your shirt and jeans, and start rubbing yourself over your briefs. It felt nice but you didn’t really find it easy to focus on it or get really hard. It never seemed to occur to you to slip your hands in or take them off. After a while rubbing you simply fall asleep.

The next day, you jump in the shower but barely think of playing with yourself. The only thing you notice as you wash yourself is that you’re pretty hairy. You’ve always been proud of that fact, but today it just feels so messy. Maybe just a trim. You start with a pretty long guard and trim a bit, but it just doesn’t feel enough. Eventually you just take the guard off and remove the hair completely. Hmm. That actually looks so clean. Clean is good. You dry off your now smooth skin and slip into some more comfy briefs. You feel refreshed and ready for the day. 

After work, you’re sitting on the floor watching some tv when you suddenly feel damp. Looking down you realize you unknowingly wet yourself. You jump up in a panic and begin to clean yourself off. You throw the towel, your shirt, and jeans in the washer, but after that don’t feel so bad. You look down at your wet briefs and socks thinking something is wrong, but can’t bring yourself to worry about it. You go back to watching TV before heading up to bed.

The next morning you wake up wet again, and curled up with the bear. You feel you should be bothered, but you don’t seem capable of it. Then your boyfriend walks in.

He sees you sleeping in wet white briefs, and socks, cuddling a teddy bear. You start to come to yourself and realize how this must look, but instead of shock, he smiles. “Holy shit, it worked.”

“Worked?” You ask, still confused and strangely groggy.

He ignores you as he pulls back your briefs, seeing your lack of morning wood and any pubic hair, and his smile widens. “I’ll be right back. You just hold onto your bear and suck your thumb till I get back.” He heads out, and you hear him leave out the front door. You intend to argue with him, saying you don’t suck your thumb, but you lay back, forgetting your wet bed, and start sucking your thumb. It feels almost as nice as cuddling the teddy bear.

An hour later, your boyfriend returns with several bags. When he was gone you began to get a clearer head and realize how strange everything is that’s happening. Maybe none of this is real? Is this just a dream? You wonder without any progress when you hear your boyfriend come back.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” you say when he comes back.

“Well, I told you I went to the fair and got that bear, right? Well the thing was it was a wishing booth, and I’ve been so annoyed at how bossy and aggressive you are all the time. So I wished that away. When the man told me what would happen, I started to refuse his offer, but after a while, he seemed to make much more sense. I know I love you, but rather than try and fix our relationship as is, I just needed to change you into something I could love in a different way. My sweet little baby boy. All you had to do was sleep next to the bear and your dreams would push you further and further. Now, we just need to do a few things to make it permanent.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You can’t just change me? Also none of this can happen. It’s not real.”

“Says the boy in his wet bed holding his teddy bear. I don’t know how the guy did it, but I don’t care, and it’s too late to go back anyway, we’re just going to finish this up.” He pulled out a blue plastic chastity cage. “Put this on, and say ‘from cock to peepee.”

“There’s no way I’m going to..” you start to say, but as he hands it to you, it does seem like it should go on you. You shouldn’t have a cock like a man. As it clicks into place, you mutter, “from cock to peepee,” and you know it’s true.

“There we go,” he says. “Now you’ll never fuck again. Now take off your briefs. While cute they only were helpful to get your mindset right. You’ll never wear big boy undies again either.” He pulled out a diaper, and as he fixed it on you, you knew he was right.

Lastly he pulled out a large pacifier. “Last step. Suck on this little boy and all those big boy words will drain right out of you.”

You tried to think of anything to say to stop this madness, but as he brought the pacifier to your mouth, you sucked obediently. You were too far gone without even knowing it.

A short time later, a man came over. Though not clear at first you figure out that he was the man your boyfriend met at the fair. But that thought started to fade as he talked to you. He was your daddy. Of course he was. Babies needed daddies. He put you in front of the TV as he took your former boyfriend into the bedroom where they made noises that made less and less sense to you as the hour went on. Oh well, the TV was nice. And you had your teddy bear. Wasn’t that all you needed?

Tony absently played with his nipples as he looked down at his once source of pride. It grew a little at the stimulation, but nowhere near what  it once had. Despite how horny his nipples made him, his cock didn’t show the same intensity as his feelings anymore.

Of course, how could it? It hadn’t been free in over two months. It wasn’t even really his anymore if you thought about it. Which he tried not to. That only made his shame worse.

It had been a simple bet, but it changed his life. You see, he had been a top his whole life, but as he got a little older, he wanted more. He’d see vids and images of guys really controlling their partners. It was something he’d never really tried. It always seemed silly to say what they did in porns, but how else do you start? He would wonder.

He finally got up the nerve and made a Recon profile. He set it up as a 100% active of course. “Curios dom top” was his tagline. One he now regrets. He got a few messages, but they all seemed like the things he’d get on Grindr. There was nothing new which was what he was trying to find. One guy messaged him though and asked what he was curious about. For some reason Tony started opening up to him, telling him his past and his desires. The guy seemed super interested and they agreed to meet up.

They met at a local bar so that it was chill and no pressure, which suited Tony fine. The guy was nice, and definitely had a cute butt, which made it all the better. Tony was certain that he would be a great sub to try out later.

After a couple of drinks, the guy said, “You know, I think if you’re open to it, I could help you out all you need in one night.”

Tony got excited, as it meant he might get to experience what he’d wanted and fuck this cute boy as well. He eagerly agreed, but the other shook his head. “This will all be new to you. So you need to agree to follow along with my recommendations tonight. If you decide it’s not for you, no worries, we’ll never have to try again, but for tonight you try it my way. Agreed?”

Tony agreed without another thought. Experimentation would be good for him, and between the excitement of something new, the drinks, and that ass, he was ready for anything… or so he thought.

They went back to his place, and the boy looked around. His apartment was as vanilla as his sex lfe. Nice, but not very interesting. Tony realized his mistake right away. “Uh, I don’t have any toys or anything…” But the boy smiled.

“Its ok. I will only use what’s here. It will make you more comfortable anyway.” He made his way into the bedroom and started opening drawers and looking around. He smiled. Tony wasn’t sure if he should stop him, but it wasn’t like there was anything crazy to find anyway. The boy turned back and smiled. “This is good.”

“So, you want to be more dominant with guys. Here’s the real secret. It is all about understanding what makes a guy tick, and then pushing past their defenses to get what you want.”

Tony nodded slowly, but it was clear that he didn’t understand. “But how do you start?”

The boy furrowed his brow. “You know, in your case it might be easier for me to show you. I’ll make you a bet. You let me do 3 things to you using only things in this room and I bet I make you feel sub. If I win, I get to sleep over tonight and we have sex at least twice. If you win, and I fail, I’ll be yours and do anything you say for the next 24 hours.”

Tony should have noticed how confident the guy was by offering so much more from his end of the bargain, but he figured how bad could it be. Sex twice if he loses and a slave for a day if he wins? SCORE!!

The boy smiled and without a word came over and started stroking Tony through his jeans. Tony was already excited so he was rock hard in an instant. The boy slipped his hand up Tony’s shirt and began playing with his right nipple. “Oh those don’t really do much for me,” he started to say, but the boy interrupted him.

“Shh. Lots of guys say that, they’re all wrong. Sometimes they just need a little activation. This is the first thing.”

Tony didn’t understand how letting him play with his nipples would be bad especially as one of the three things he agreed to so he let it go on. The boy used his tongue and his fingers, mixing between light play and heavy all the while gently stroking Tony’s cock. After a little while it started to feel amazing. Better than anything he’d experienced. The boy could see when it started happening, and he stoped stroking as much as he focused on the nipples. Tony didn’t even notice he was just moaning in heat.

The boy pulled back. “Now for the second thing. I want you to wear this.” He pulled out a gray jock, the only one that Tony actually owned. He always liked the idea of them but never really got into them. Tony smiled through his sexual haze. Definitely not a hard second ask.

Tony stripped off his clothes and started to pull on the jock. Came over and helped the last, holding his cock down and pulling the fabric over the top. It was actually a size too small so it was pretty tight, but not too bad, and the boy licked his nipples right after so he didn’t spend much time thinking of it.

“Now for the last thing. This will be hard for you, but if you don’t feel sub after, then I’m all yours. I am going to fuck you.” He let that process for a minute while his fingers still played with Tony’s nipples. “While I am fucking you, you can play with your nipples all you want. You’re perfectly dressed so that your cock won’t interfere. You can’t take it off or play with yourself through it. Consider it off limits while this is happening. And in case you’re thinking it’s not worth it to go through with the bet…”

He dropped to his knees, pulled Tony’s jock down and went to town with his mouth, causing Tony to cry out in ecstasy. “If you win, I will do that to you all day tomorrow…”

Tony nodded. He didn’t like bottoming but doing it this once for this was a small price to pay.

The boy smiled and stripped, his own cock a little smaller but bigger than Tony had expected. He started out slow, easing his way in and Tony found his hands straying first to his cock, but the boy moved them up to his nipples where he started playing with them feverishly. He was so horny he wanted to jerk and cum. He needed to just get through this.

It wasn’t long till the boy found his stride and started hitting Tony’s prostate. Tony cried out, having never felt that spot hit before. He’d heard boys moan like that when he hit it but never experienced it himself. It was like horny lightning shooting all through his body, and especially his nipples where his hands were still attached. All the sudden Tony felt himself pulled to his knees where he realized he could see his dresser mirror.

The boy whispered in his ear, “Look at yourself. Moaning in heat, not from jerking your cock, but by being fucked by a guy smaller than you while you play with your nipples. Look at yourself.”

Seeing himself, his walls crashed down. “I look like a sub.”

“That’s right. Do you feel like one?”

Tony nodded.

“I win. You will repeat after me. You will feel these words, and if you cum, you will be accepting them as your own. Do you understand?”

Tony didn’t understand at all but his nerves were on fire and he had lost so he just had to ride it out for a while longer. But then the words started.

“I look like a sub.” “I am a sub.” “My cock is caged in my jock” “Because it’s not my cock anymore” “My nipples bring me pleasure.” “My master’s cock brings me pleasure.”

Tony wanted to balk at what he said but his prostate felt so good. The boy… no his master… gave a final thrust and Tony erupted inside his jock as he felt cum fill him up inside.”

He practically passed out after that, but he woke to see he wasn’t alone in his bed. “Morning boy” the other said. Tony started to reply, protesting that last night was just a moment but the boy brushed his nipples while at the same time entering him smoothly from behind, immediately hitting his prostate.

“I know what you were going to say, but that’s not going to be true anymore. You love this feeling. This feeling comes only to my boy, which you will now be.” With each sentence he slowly thrust causing Tony to moan, and accept his new reality. “You are now my boy. I am now your master. Your cock is now mine. You won’t use it. It will stay in its jock cage. If you ever touch it, you won’t feel this. You won’t touch it will you boy?”

Tony looked down wanting to disagree but also needing to feel that pulse again. “No,” he whimpered.

“Good boy. From now on, you can only pay with your nipples to bring you pleasure when I’m not around. You will only wear your jocks… your cages from now on. Eventually after a month or two you’ll notice it will get less hard and you might have to get some tighter sizes to feel like you fill it up. That’s good. Every time you think of that you’ll think of this” as he thrusts deeper, “And you’ll know it will be worth it. Right boy?”

“Yes master.”

Wish Bear

“Hey babe! Look what I got at the fair! Isn’t it so cute? It’s a wish bear! I won it and it made me think of you, my wish.” Your boyfriend held up an adorable little teddy bear. Thought normally not the kind of thing you’d get for one another, it was cute, and you figured the thought was nice.

“Besides,” he continued. “I found out that I have to go on a work trip for a bit so you can keep him near you to think of me while I’m gone.” You rolled your eyes at the silly suggestion, but he just smiled and kissed you on the cheek.

The next day when you got home from work, your boyfriend was gone, and you saw that he’d left the teddy bear on his side of the bed. You rolled your eyes once again at his antics, but you just left it there. It wasn’t like it took up much space anyway.

You sleep well that night and have strange dreams. When you wake up you can’t remember what they were about, just the sensation that they were strange to you. You go to take a shower and are slightly surprised to see that your morning wood isn’t as prominent and distracting as normal. You still enjoy yourself in the shower, quickly putting the moment and your dreams out of your mind.

The next night’s dreams are intense once again, but the following morning you wake up and see a small wet spot. Did you cum in your sleep? You hadn’t done that in years. Maybe your dreams were sexy ones from missing your boyfriend. That would explain it… It also would explain why you didn’t have any morning wood at all. Your attempts to stroke in the shower actually didn’t do anything at all. You must have cum right before you woke up…

You get dressed for work, and don’t even realize it when you put on some white briefs you never wear instead of your usual boxers. You did notice it when you were at the gym, but the tight fit felt kinda comforting instead of restrictive like you remember when you switched to boxers full time.

That night, determined not to have a repeat of the night before you lay down in bed and plan to stroke one out. You take off your shirt and jeans, and start rubbing yourself over your briefs. It felt nice but you didn’t really find it easy to focus on it or get really hard. It never seemed to occur to you to slip your hands in or take them off. After a while rubbing you simply fall asleep.

The next day, you jump in the shower but barely think of playing with yourself. The only thing you notice as you wash yourself is that you’re pretty hairy. You’ve always been proud of that fact, but today it just feels so messy. Maybe just a trim. You start with a pretty long guard and trim a bit, but it just doesn’t feel enough. Eventually you just take the guard off and remove the hair completely. Hmm. That actually looks so clean. Clean is good. You dry off your now smooth skin and slip into some more comfy briefs. You feel refreshed and ready for the day. 

After work, you’re sitting on the floor watching some tv when you suddenly feel damp. Looking down you realize you unknowingly wet yourself. You jump up in a panic and begin to clean yourself off. You throw the towel, your shirt, and jeans in the washer, but after that don’t feel so bad. You look down at your wet briefs and socks thinking something is wrong, but can’t bring yourself to worry about it. You go back to watching TV before heading up to bed.

The next morning you wake up wet again, and curled up with the bear. You feel you should be bothered, but you don’t seem capable of it. Then your boyfriend walks in.

He sees you sleeping in wet white briefs, and socks, cuddling a teddy bear. You start to come to yourself and realize how this must look, but instead of shock, he smiles. “Holy shit, it worked.”

“Worked?” You ask, still confused and strangely groggy.

He ignores you as he pulls back your briefs, seeing your lack of morning wood and any pubic hair, and his smile widens. “I’ll be right back. You just hold onto your bear and suck your thumb till I get back.” He heads out, and you hear him leave out the front door. You intend to argue with him, saying you don’t suck your thumb, but you lay back, forgetting your wet bed, and start sucking your thumb. It feels almost as nice as cuddling the teddy bear.

An hour later, your boyfriend returns with several bags. When he was gone you began to get a clearer head and realize how strange everything is that’s happening. Maybe none of this is real? Is this just a dream? You wonder without any progress when you hear your boyfriend come back.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” you say when he comes back.

“Well, I told you I went to the fair and got that bear, right? Well the thing was it was a wishing booth, and I’ve been so annoyed at how bossy and aggressive you are all the time. So I wished that away. When the man told me what would happen, I started to refuse his offer, but after a while, he seemed to make much more sense. I know I love you, but rather than try and fix our relationship as is, I just needed to change you into something I could love in a different way. My sweet little baby boy. All you had to do was sleep next to the bear and your dreams would push you further and further. Now, we just need to do a few things to make it permanent.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You can’t just change me? Also none of this can happen. It’s not real.”

“Says the boy in his wet bed holding his teddy bear. I don’t know how the guy did it, but I don’t care, and it’s too late to go back anyway, we’re just going to finish this up.” He pulled out a blue plastic chastity cage. “Put this on, and say ‘from cock to peepee.”

“There’s no way I’m going to..” you start to say, but as he hands it to you, it does seem like it should go on you. You shouldn’t have a cock like a man. As it clicks into place, you mutter, “from cock to peepee,” and you know it’s true.

“There we go,” he says. “Now you’ll never fuck again. Now take off your briefs. While cute they only were helpful to get your mindset right. You’ll never wear big boy undies again either.” He pulled out a diaper, and as he fixed it on you, you knew he was right.

Lastly he pulled out a large pacifier. “Last step. Suck on this little boy and all those big boy words will drain right out of you.”

You tried to think of anything to say to stop this madness, but as he brought the pacifier to your mouth, you sucked obediently. You were too far gone without even knowing it.

A short time later, a man came over. Though not clear at first you figure out that he was the man your boyfriend met at the fair. But that thought started to fade as he talked to you. He was your daddy. Of course he was. Babies needed daddies. He put you in front of the TV as he took your former boyfriend into the bedroom where they made noises that made less and less sense to you as the hour went on. Oh well, the TV was nice. And you had your teddy bear. Wasn’t that all you needed?

You can try to fight it, but there's not much you can in a straitjacket and leg restraints. Within a day the spirals on the headsets and the force-fed laced milk get to you, and you're already using your diapers on the slightest urge.

By day two, embarrassment is the only thing keeping you from admitting how horny you are for your diapers. The more used your diaper is, the more you're squirming, desperately trying to get some stimulation from the warm, squishy padding. As embarrassing as it is, you can't help it; it feels too good.

By the end of the week, you're on particularly thick diapers, which don't last long dry nor clean, and you're loosing yourself to the pleasure of grinding against them. The climaxes come quick and strong, and you can spend the whole day like that, trying to ignore the humiliation of being seen like that.

You wake up soaked every day, and can already squeeze out an orgasm or two before they come to change you. It doesn't get any less embarrassing to be found out humping your diaper, but the sexual desperation overrides any instincts to stop or try to hide.

Then, on the next day, you wake up back at home. Back in your normal clothes, back in your regular underwear, wondering if you just had a really weird dream.

A package addressed to you sits nearby, with a printed letter on top: "Thank you for participating in our trial as part of the control group!" It continues, but it's all been covered with black marker, followed by the handwritten addition of "most get some expensive new toy as bribe, but we think you'll enjoy these more. They're our thickest~ ;)"

Inside the package, a large case of diapers makes your heart beat faster. A card rest on the case, with the link to a website and a code underneath. Curious and half paying attention, with the diapers taking most of your mind, you go to the page and input the code when prompted. A banner pops up, congratulating you for your new lifetime supply of Superthick diapers, with a timetable of the scheduled deliveries to your exact address for the next several months.

You should be worried. About the amount of information they may have of you. About what they're doing at that facility. About what they surely did to you, control group be damned.

But you're too busy putting on one of the diapers to think of that.

Good babies who obey Mommy get rewards at the store!