I'm a fag who wants to be used abused humiliated.

I don’t want……

Jesse could hear the neighborhood kids playing outside, he wished he could join them. Even though they were little kids, he wished he could at least be treated like a little kid instead of how we was treated now. When his “Daddy” picked him up from the one college course he went to each day he would have to go down for a nap like a toddler. He sulked and pouted but Daddy said that meant he was tired and really needed a nap. Jesse didn’t want a nap. He wanted to be treated his age not like a toddler. He wanted to wear boxers like he saw the other boys at college had when their pants would sag not the pull-ups “Daddy” made him wear in case he had an accident. He wanted to dress himself and take a shower himself not have “Daddy” dress and undress him and scrub him clean each night in a bubble bath. Most of all Jesse didn’t want to wear diapers when he was at home, they were the most humiliating part. Jesse had made progress though and “Daddy” promised him that if he continued to be a good little toddler and work on his potty training he might get to wear underoos during the day and pull-ups at night. Jesse thought back on how grown up he’d felt to be starting college last year until it all fell apart.

After one accident when Jesse came home from his first college party his landlord spanked him until he was bawling his eyes out then laid out the new rules. It started with plain white pharmacy brand diapers at night and an earlier bed time. Jesse was also subjected to increasingly more frequent spankings for being “naughty” like when he wouldn’t put his clothes in the hamper or forgetting to brush his teeth. After each spanking, he lost more of his adult privileges. Since he couldn’t put his clothes in the hamper he wasn’t allowed to dress or undress himself. When forgot to shower one morning he was put into a bubble bath after dinner. During the bath, all of his body hair below his neck was removed. Jesse was told he could have it back when he learned to keep himself clean but he was never given a chance to prove he could. He also wasn’t given a chance to prove he could stay dry at night because he had to wear the plain pull on diapers as soon as his bath was over and until it was time to get up in the morning. “Daddy” kept a chart on the wall above Jesse’s bed and marked each day with a wet or dry sticker. Each wet sticker earned Jesse a spanking that only stopped when he was sobbing and promising to be a big boy.

When the first pack of store brand diapers was gone Jesse was put into diapers that had to be taped on each night with cute pictures on the front. Jesse had to wear these all the time when he was home and never allowed to wear pants. When it got colder he was also allowed to wear a onesie or other babyish clothing that made it easy for “Daddy” to change him. Before going to class, he would be changed in to a colorful pull up with cartoon characters on it. Jesse was told not to try and use the toilets on campus or he would be punished. A few times a week he would come home with a soaking wet pull-up. “Daddy” would change him into a double layered diapers that would last until bath time then put him down for a nap. Soon enough “Daddy” started putting Jesse into a playpen to watch cartoons after his nap. He would stay in the playpen until “Daddy” stripped him down to his diaper and put him in his high chair for dinner. Dinner was always messy foods that Jesse had to eat with his hands making him look and feel even more like a toddler. He would also spend most of the weekend sitting in his playpen watching Nick Jr or Disney Jr. Sometimes “Daddy” would have friends over and they would treat Jesse like a little toddler not like a college-aged boy.

After the last day of the Spring Semester when “Daddy” brought Jesse into his room there was a large crib where his bed had been and a changing table over to the side. “Daddy” said that since Jesse had the Summer off from classes he would be kept in his double layer baby diapers all day and night. If he was a good baby all Summer and kept dry at night “Daddy” would let him take classes again in the Fall, if not Jesse would have to wait a whole year to try again. Jesse immediately tried to pull away from “Daddy” put it was too late. His pants and wet pull-up were taken down and “Daddy” spanked him harder than he ever had before. It seems to go on forever until Jesse was a sobbing mess with no fight left. “Daddy” calmly pulled the rest of Jesse’s clothes off and laid him down on the changing table. Baby powder and lotion were liberally applied so Jesse smelled as infantile as possible. After the double layer of diapers thick plastic pants were pulled on. Jesse was let down from the changing table and had to waddle over to his crib. “Daddy” tucked him in for his nap and popped a pacifier in his mouth to keep him quiet.

Derek is downright humiliated. Here he is, tied to his own bed, dressed in the old sweaty purple singlet his bros from the team are forcing him to wear. His big bro Chad told him they all went through this, and it’s been worn and sweat in by every player of the team for generations, never once washed. The tradition goes, the newest member of the team has to put on the singlet, and get tied up in it, and if he can last a full night without getting a boner once, he’s in. They didn’t tell him what else would happen if he did happen to get aroused.

Wearing it and being tied up, laughed at by all these jocks and having pictures taken of him in it seems to eventually erode his resistance, and soon the humiliated jock gets rock hard and starts to leak pre-cum into the stink-stained purple fabric. He notices that the spandex of the singlet has a distinct smell, not only of all the jocks who have worked it, but some sort of special invisible gas that’s intoxicating his mind.

The other wrestlers, who are having a party in Derek’s house just outside his locked bedroom where he’s tied up, periodically come in to laugh at him and tease him, calling him Spandex Boy, telling him if he can’t do what he’s gotta do to make it through the challenge, he’s gonna wear the thing forever, and the idea turns him on even more. As you can see here, Derek’s humiliation from this whole ordeal is quickly turning into intense pleasure. He doesn’t know it yet, but this purple wrestling singlet has special magical qualities, having been actually created by a warlock coach a long time ago. If he gets so turned on that cums in the singlet, the magic fabric will bond with him, and he’ll become slave to the singlet itself, forced to wear it forever for the rest of his life, only taking it off to shit and shower, and otherwise wearing it under his clothes, and to every single practice and match for all to see. Even if he quits the team, which he most likely will, he’ll be forever marked by the purple singlet and forever trapped in it. Since the singlet was created, the wrestling team has searched for someone weak-willed enough to be cursed by it. They never really wanted Derek for the team, because they could sense his shame and submission right from the start. Jocks and bullies have a knack for weeding out guys like Derek. They knew he was a spandex-fetish weirdo who only wanted to be in the team to rub up against other guys in sexy spandex singlets anyway, and they knew this would happen.

Trail cameras. That's what he forgot about. The sissy loved exposing his diaper but it had become an increasingly treacherous sport. Seemed like every gosh darn parking lot, store, sidewalk or open space had a security camera recording every little thing. Dangerous stuff for a diaper-addicted sissy with a public humiliation fetish! Jeez, even random cars could have some dash cams now taping his perversions.

So that's why he'd ventured into the woods on his daily walk, properly and thickly diapered with his faggy Pampers. This would be a fun day: a stroll through the park while wearing shorts over his shameful and crinkly underwear. He'd pass various people, normal people, and give them a friendly nod, the whole time feeling the waddle worsen as he made his way on the trail. He loved Mother Nature--Mommy Nature?--and combining his love of outdoor walks with his diaper fetish, well, what a perfect kind of day!

And then, when he thought the coast was clear he took that extra little step that his leaking clitty demanded: removing the shorts. Goodbye coverage, hello total exposure. Now he truly was out there for all to see, though he had first seen to make sure the coast was clear. It was. So there he stood, counting to 60 in his head as the imaginary domme who had made him do this task would have instructed him to do. "One Mith-i-thippi, two Mith-i-thippi" he droned on with his sissy lisp. Sixty seconds is a long time to hang out in your Pampers on a public trail. He felt his clitty almost exploding from the danger and the degradation, knowing there wasn't in fact a domme making him do this: This was all his own doing.

But in the end, no one was around and it was good clean, dirty-diaper fun.

Until a week later. When an email arrived from a guy he knew around town. A guy who also frequented that trail. A guy who had recently installed trail cams to pick up on the action of squirrels and birds and various other creatures of the woods. And lo and behold what had he found? A respected member of the community. Diapered. Waddling. Lisping. Squatting. Pissing. Shitting? Shitting his Pampers? All in full view of that tiny little camera.

“Uh, okay. Classes are fine, you know. Went to a cool party, met a couple of awesome chicks.”

“Oh look at you! My son is now big man on campus!”

“Mom, stop, I’m just hanging out with them.”

“Of course. So how about your roommate, Jeff? How’s that going?”

“Well, uh, he’s, you know, kind of weird, I think.”

“Oh that happens, sweetie. It wouldn’t be college without a weird roommate story you can tell 10 years later.”

“Yeah. I think this might go beyond most weird roommate stories, mom.”

“Oh? Really? Are you okay? What’s happening?”

“I’m fine, mom. It’s just…he’s VERY weird. In fact, his mom is even weirder.”

“Oh you met her? I thought it was too bad she wasn’t there for move in day.”

“Yeah she came three days ago.”

“And?”

“And…okay. But just keep this to yourself okay? I think Jeff has enough problems without everyone knowing this about him. So, his mom shows up and we’re all already set up and he seems like a cool guy. Quiet, shy, bit passive, but cool, you know? Then his mom shows up. First, mom, I’m not joking when I say she’s probably 350 pounds. Huge woman.”

“Oh dear. But sweetie we don’t make fun of people’s weight.”

“I know, I’m not. I’m just giving a physical description so you understand what happened. So she rolls in, quite literally. Sorry. She walks in. And Jeff like crumbled. I mean he was quiet the first few days but like the life drained out of him. She shakes my hand and then immediately starts chastising him. Saying she hopes he’s happy that he left home. That she hopes he’s happy being two hours away from mommy. That’s what she said. She called herself mommy. She hopes he’s happy sticking his penis in the vaginas of college girls. Direct quote. He yelled and said he would never do that, he would listen to mommy. And she said, oh would you? And then I’m not joking she said, ‘So you’re wearing your pullups to bed like a good girl?’”

“What?”

“Yes mom, that’s what she said. And he started bawling and said no, he’s a college boy now and doesn’t need them and she said it sounded like he was still a naughty girl. So right then and there she picks him up by his ear, yanks his shorts down and starts SPANKING his bare ass. I’m sitting there watching an 18 year old guy get spanked by his obese mom. His legs are kicking and he’s wailing and she just keeps saying this is what happens to bad girls who don’t listen to their mommies.”

“Sweetie! Did you intervene?”

“I tried, mom! I said Mrs. Jensen this is too much. And she looked at me and said if I wanted to go over her knee next she’d be happy to oblige. 'I can tell your mommy never disciplined you properly.’”

“She WHAT?”

“Yeah. Mom, it’s fine. Let me continue. So she rolls him off. It’s like 8 p.m. and she pulls out a huge bag of like adult pullups out of her bag she’d brought and makes him step into them. She even flicked his dick and said no girl better touch that. Ever.”

“Dear god.”

“Yeah. She puts him in them and then puts him into his bed and tells him to go to his sleep and I’m not kidding, within like 5 minutes he cried himself to sleep. And then she told me that I needed to take a picture of his pullups in the morning and send it to her because if he wet overnight it would prove to her he needed his diapers again not just pullups. And not just at night, but all the time. So…I did it. The next morning it was obvious he’d pissed his pullups so I sent her a pic. And she texted and said she’ll be driving back up to quote unquote get him back into his Pampers for good. Then we’ll see if he wants to stay at college when all the pretty girls on your floor see him pooping his Pampers.”

“This is a joke.”

Oh how he'd always hated urinals. Gross, smelly, disgusting, floor covered in piss. Often standing next to other men who could see his tiny cock. Standing in line at ballgames, lined up like cattle just to piss in a revolting receptacle.

But now...now he'd give anything for the freedom to piss in a urinal. Now he was confined to diapers forever. Now all his piss went into his sissy diapers. And would for the rest of time. His daddy assured him of that. Now he would love to get up after a movie and go take a leak after drinking a 64-ounce soda, instead of releasing his pissy waste into his diaper in his seat. He'd give anything to be at a bar with buddies and excuse himself to go take a leak, instead of standing there, panicked, that they'd notice his bulging butt or hear the crinkle and call him out for being a diaper sissy faggot.

And so his daddy wanted him to go to a urinal and apologize for ever being mean to them and to also say goodbye to them for good. "Show Mr. Urinal your diapers so he understands why he'll never see you again, or your miserable cock," his daddy had instructed. So the sissy stood there in his Pampers, reciting his apology to a urinal in the mall, terrified someone could walk in at anytime.

"Mr. Urinal. I'm sorry I took you for granted all those years. You are one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind and I should have appreciated your technological marvel more when I was younger. I will now be in Pampers for the rest of my life so this is the last time you will ever see me. Unless Daddy makes me lick you at some point if I'm naughty."

Ethan was a 19 year old black football jock from the local college and a troublemaker. He was full of ego and thought himself the king of the campus, despite the fact that he was still relatively young. But his skills at football made him popular, as he had been in high school, so any bad behavior was largely overlooked. He had his pick of girls, he was slightly a bully and got ridiculously drunk on the weekends. But the thing that landed him in Daddy’s dungeon was a stupid prank. One night he suggested to his frat brothers that they go put shaving cream on every professor’s car that they could find in the surrounding neighborhood. The frat brothers drunkenly agreed and off they went. It was halfway through the night when Ethan, in his football jacket, sweater, jeans and white nike sneakers, poured shaving cream on the wrong car. Not someone from the university. Not some professor that had done them wrong. This was Daddy’s car. The minute Ethan started to wreck the car, something suddenly hit his neck. What the fuck? he thought as he pulled a dart from his neck. He barely had time to register this before his feet fell out from under him and Ethan fell down on Daddy’s lawn. His body completely immobile. Right before he passed out, Ethan saw an older man hover over him.  He smiled at Ethan, took off the boy’s sneakers, picked Ethan up by his ankles and began dragging him towards Daddy’s house. 

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Ethan woke up sitting on the floor of the living room. What the hell happened? His mind was foggy and he could barely open his eyes. He went to stand up and quickly found that his arms were tied behind him with rope, as were his ankles. This caused Ethan to fully wake up. He began to struggle, rolling over from a sitting position onto his side and that’s when he realized he was almost naked. His clothes had been stripped away leaving him in his grey boxer briefs and black nike socks. 

“HELP! HELP!” screamed Ethan, as he tried to pick at the ropes holding his wrists together, but the cries came out muffled. What was on his mouth?! Tape?! He was tape gagged! Like someone had taken a roll of tape and went around his mouth several times in order to form a tight gag! What the fuck?! 

“Silence, you whore” 

A big hand reached down and gripped Ethan by the hair, forcing the boy onto his feet. Ethan trying to find his balance without use of his hands or legs. The big hand left his head and gripped the boy’s balls. Ethan whimpered, the man’s strength keeping a tight grip on the boy’s crotch as he struggled. Ethan now got his first good look at his captor in the light. The man was maybe in his mid - sixties, white, with a big beer belly, and biceps that looked like they could choke Ethan. For a moment, Ethan had thought that he could take the old man, but just feeling the man’s grip on his crotch made Ethan think otherwise. This was bad, he thought. Really bad. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ethan” said the man as he let go of Ethan’s crotch and returned his grip to the boy’s hair. “Playing that prank on Daddy’s car. Very naughty. Don’t worry though, I’ll make you into a good boy”  “Let me go! Let me fuckin’ go!” screamed Ethan into his gag.  “Can’t understand a word that you’re saying, boy. You’ve been silenced. You’re Daddy’s boy now, you don’t need to speak. Just obey. I’m Daddy and I’m gonna teach you how to please me. How to be a good obedient sex toy”  “Sex toy?!” shouted Ethan.  “That’s right, boy. Now, let’s get you down into the dungeon” Ethan shook his head wildly, but in one movement, he was scooped up into Daddy’s arms and carried down a flight of stairs. When he saw ‘the dungeon”, he squirmed. A large basement full of bondage equipment across the walls - whips, paddles, chains, cuffs, all types of gags, clamps, riding crops, a chest of draws filled with what looked like white briefs and socks?. And then there were the bondage tables, a large bed fitted with restraints, a dog cage and a spanking bench. 

He was dumped onto one of the bondage tables, his tape gag quickly removed, causing Ethan to cry out from the pain of ripping off tape. 

“Yo what the fuck, dude?! YO LET ME GO! LOOK, I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR, OK?! I’M SO SORRY! Untie me, you bastard. People will be looking for me, you know that, right?! You’re going to be in so much trouble, you sick faggot!” 

“Open wide” 

‘NO! NO! WHAT IS THAT?! NO! YO FUCK OFF!” 

Daddy held the boy’s nose and forced a large red ball gag into Ethan’s mouth, securing it behind the boy’s neck with a tiny lock. He then took scissors to Ethan’s boxer briefs, leaving the boy naked besides his socks. Ethan’s big dick and low hanging balls on full display. Ethan could barely keep his hands off his dick in college, constantly jerking off and loving whenever he could show off his big dick to a girl. But now with Daddy starting to jerk him, Ethan was a mess.  “GET YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!” 

Daddy slapped the boy’s balls. 

“Bad boy, you don’t tell Daddy what to do. Such a big stud, gonna get so much cum out of you. Now let’s get these socks off. Daddy has particular taste when it comes to socks and I don’t like these” Daddy quickly slipped off Ethan’s socks. And now the boy was fully naked, ball gagged and struggling on the table. Daddy took a pair of white socks from the chest of draws and dressed Ethan’s feet in them. To Ethan’s horror, the man then mouthed each foot, sniffing them too. 

“Such a pretty boy” said Daddy, letting his hands explore the rest of Ethan’s body. 

Drool was flowing out of the ball gag and onto Ethan’s abs, making them shiny in the dungeon light. Ethan continued to scream at Daddy as the man took two nipple clamps from one of the walls and attached them to either of the boy’s nipples. The pain was unbearable, Ethan couldn’t believe it. Daddy took a riding crop off the wall as well and began flicking it against the soles of Ethan’s socked feet.  “OW YOU FUCK!” cried Ethan through the ball gag. 

“Now boy, let’s start with that apology. Daddy’s wants to hear you apologize again and this time, I’ll make you mean it” 

The riding crop came down hard on Ethan’s feet.

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Ethan was kept in tighty whities and white calf high socks. Daddy had given him a lecture on how boys shouldn’t wear boxers or boxer briefs, they should always be in briefs. He was assured that this would be the only two pieces of clothing that Daddy would allow him to wear in his presence. Daddy didn’t even allow the boy to put them on himself. Every morning, Daddy put new briefs and socks on Ethan, adjusting them to his liking. Ethan hated it, his big cock feeling stuffed in the tighty whities, but Daddy loved seeing the outline of the boy’s massive cock tucked against the brief fabric. Ethan also hated Daddy’s obsession with socked feet, enduring hours of the man caressing his socked feet and worshipping them. 

Daddy had made other changes to Ethan, waxing the boy’s body hair and cutting his hair into a short buzz cut. His wrist and ankles were now always encased in thick leather cuffs, the kind that Daddy could secure into anything, Ethan feeling the weight of them whenever he moved. His mouth always gagged with some form of gag. Daddy liking him in a muzzle most days. In terms of sex, the boy had been taught how to suck via a dildo and was milked daily in various positions (a vibrator pressed firmly against his cock forcing him to cum multiple times). After multiple orgasms, Ethan would plead with the man - saying he had no more cum to give - but Daddy would just start the vibrator up again. 

“Can’t fool me, boy. A teen like you has endless cum. Give it to Daddy” 

Despite the milkings, Ethan had yet to be used fully. Training had mostly been to break him down into submission, which had yet to fully occur. But then came the morning of giving his first blow job….

“Good morning boy” said Daddy, one day - a month into Ethan’s training. “You know what to do, we practiced this with a dildo. Now it’s time for the real thing. Get on your hands and knees” 

Ethan got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Daddy. Daddy had replaced Ethan’s muzzle with an O ring gag - just for this moment. The boy’s lips reaching over the metal O of the gag. Daddy petted Ethan’s head and pulled the briefs slightly down, revealing the boy’s ass. 

“Nuzzle my crotch, boy” 

Ethan obeyed, rubbing his face against Daddy’s crotch, the memory of his last disobedience still in his head - Daddy had whipped the boy hard for resisting this morning’s milking yet again.  “Good boy, you want Daddy’s cock? You gonna blow Daddy every morning” 

Ethan felt disgust rising in him that soon he would have a man’s cock in his mouth. But there was no escape, he had learned that quickly. This man had him and he was now slowly turning into Daddy’s toy. Daddy took out his own cock for the first time and Ethan’s eyes went wide, the thing was thick as hell. Ethan tried to pull his head back, but Daddy held him down, forcing the cock through the ring and into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan gagged on it immediately, but Daddy ignored him and began face fucking Ethan furiously. 

“That’s it, boy. That’s it. All the way down to the base and back up to the shaft. Lick it! Yeah that’s it, let your tongue circle the head. Good slut. Good toy! How does it feel to have a man inside you? I’m gonna use you everyday now. Get ready for your training to become much more cock oriented. Gonna use your pretty ass next. Ahhh fuck, your throat feels so good. Here it comes, you ready? You ready?!” 

Ethan choked on the huge load of cum that sprayed out of Daddy, pushing himself away from the man and spitting out the cum. Daddy rose in anger and slapped Ethan. 

“You spit out Daddy’s seed. It’s your duty to swallow it. We’ll have to discipline you for that” 

Daddy grabbed Ethan by the neck and brought him down to the dungeon. He strung up the boys arms in chains coming from the ceiling, forcing Ethan onto his tip toes. He took out the O ring gag.  “I’m sorry Daddy” said Ethan with a smirk. Despite whatever punishment he was about to receive, part of him loved that he had pissed the man off. You gonna use me like that, old man? I’ll make sure you don’t get full satisfaction. 

Daddy brought up a large leather spanking paddle with studs on it. Ethan’s eyes went wide. Oh fuck…..

“Gonna make you squeal, boy. But first…” 

Daddy revealed something else in his hands. A lubed up butt plug. 

“Let’s open you up for later….”

Ohhh fuckkkk.  

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Ethan woke up tied to the dungeon bed on his stomach, his body tied spread eagle. He was naked besides the white socks. His mouth without a gag for once. He must’ve passed out during the spanking. Then he felt it. The butt plug, his hole contracting against it. He had forgotten.

“You’re gonna become a true sex toy tonight”  “Yo dude please don’t….please I’m begging you…” 

“I thought I’d trained all of that “Yo dude” speech out of you”  “Please Daddy, please…” 

“Shhh be a good boy and accept your place” said Daddy as the man petted Ethan’s head. “I guarantee you, you’ll enjoy this” 

Daddy took the butt plug out and Ethan gasped, as the man immediately began licking Ethan’s asshole. Waves of pleasure suddenly washed over Ethan and he was holding back a moan. Daddy went deeper with his tongue, and Ethan couldn’t hold it any longer. He moaned like a bitch in heat. What was happening? He was a proud straight boy, even after everything this man had put it him through. He wasn’t going to be suddenly enjoying - 

“OHHHHH!” 

Ethan’s cock was getting hard with each lick of tongue. 

“That’s it boy, enjoy it”  Daddy stuck two fingers into Ethan’s ass, quickly finding the boy’s prostate and stimulating it. Ethan bit into one of the pillows, but found that his whole body was shaking with pleasure. And then he surprised himself- 

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR TOY!” 

In seconds, Daddy was on top of him. The man’s huge belly pressing Ethan into the bed as he began fucking the boy. Daddy hand gagged Ethan, but the boy’s moans were incredibly loud. Ethan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head in pleasure as the man’s thick cock continued to fill him. All of his struggling was leaving him. All of his hatred of this man was leaving him. All that mattered right now was that he continue to ride this cock. That this feeling never end. For all this time, Ethan had cursed the night that he trashed Daddy’s car. Now he found himself grateful for it? What in the world - 

“Say you love Daddy’s cock!” 

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!”  “From now on, you’ll take every load I give you. In the mouth or the ass. You’ll accept it and thank me” 

“YES DADDY!” 

“Are you Daddy’s sex toy? My good boy?” 

Before Ethan could even think of a response, he cried out - 

“I’M DADDY’S TOY!! I”M DADDY’S LITTLE WHORE! I’M DADDY’S SLUT!”