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After being trapped at daddy's house for 6 months bound and restrained in the crib you wake up one morning and find the restraints have been removed. You are still locked in chastity and can feel a fullness of the plug in your boy hole, yet you are still helpless to remove it.

Daddy has kept you restrained for so long you have become week reduced to that of 2 years old. You lay in the crib hugging your new friend in your soggy diaper. You feel the warmth surrounding your caged boy parts and try to grind against the mattress to see if you can become hard desperate to make a stickie inside that warm wet diaper.

You remember the feeling of filling the diaper with your sticky mess and try and try but your unable to become hard due to the chastity cage. Daddy watches you on the monitor and decides to help you along. The plug that's inserted deep in your hole is activated and you feel it pulse and vibrate deep inside of you. Hitting your prostate causing you to moan and drool as you grind and grind against the mattress. Just as you feel yourself getting close it stops. your left lying there desperate to make a sticky. As you whimper and start to cry knowing it is never going to happen the plug is activated yet again.

This time it feels much larger and feels like it is going deeper into your boy hole. It feels as if it is hitting the muscles in your mid-section of your belly. All at once you feel a stream of hot pee flooding your diaper as you grind into it. You moan and beg for release grinding harder now desperate to make a sticky.

Just as you feel it building again and you feel your boy parts start to throb and expand like they use to before making a sticky the plug that is deep inside of you stops again. leaving you moaning and begging for it to finish the job it started.

Daddy watches as you whimper and beg. He starts searching the app and finds the random section with electro stimulation, vibrating, pulsing, milking, and deep hard thrust. He clicks on it and the toy inside your soaked diaper comes to life again.

You feel a tingling sensation in your hole as the electro stimulation is turned on. At the same time it feels as if it is going deep into your tummy again with random thrust and pulsing deeper and deeper. Your caged pee, pee is straining hard in its cage as you grind against the soaking wet diaper. Daddy watches as the toy goes into stage 2 and starts to get stronger faster and deeper inside of you.

You lay face down holding your bear moaning and drooling like a baby all the while the toy invades your hole, deeper and deeper at last you feel as if you are going to make a sticky after months and months of no release.

This goes on for an hour tormenting you bringing you to the edge over and over again. That's when it happens you are finally going to make a sticky and as you do the toy goes faster. You moan and scream as you make your first sticky diaper in 6 months. You collapse on the mattress as you drool and moan relieved that it is over. Yet daddy has other plans.

You feel the toy slow down and slowly start to pump in and out of your hole you lay there spent no energy left yet you find that for the next 4 hours your boy hole is going to be used by the toy and your are getting milked into your diaper.

Once it is done and the toy shuts off daddy walks in and say's that's a good boy. Let's get you changed and in a fresh diaper now that you have had your fun.

As you get your diaper changed daddy says that was a very sticky diaper. Then goes on to say I think that should hold you over for the next 6 to 12 months little guy.

You lay there thinking 6 to 12 months. Can you go that long again????? Daddy see's the look on your face and say's don't worry little guy that cage will ensure you make it 6 to 12 months.

This is a edited version of the original post Trapped. I have edited it a little as well as added to it to turn it into a story of a 20-year-old collage boy with a kinky twisted side wishing he had no control and was forced back into diapers by a daddy.

So ever considered what it would be like to be trapped in a crib laying on a vinyl mattress cover with hands and feet restrained? How about waist trapped too while wearing thick diapers with locking plastic pants? Let’s add confinement in permanent metal chastity cage. But wait there’s more. Try this one for size for added terror, frustration, and denial. You have a Wi-Fi controlled vibrating butt plug securely inserted up your bottom. It’s a retention type plug so once carefully inserted with plenty of lubricant; it’s not slipping out even if you tried to expel the intrusive plug from your bottom

As you read this in the back of a fetish magazine you find yourself rock hard and dreaming of having this exact thing done to you. The acritical goes on to say that by filling out the contract listed below at my website and submitting it to daddy your dream can come true. Now rock hard and your brain running wild you open your laptop and find the web site filling the form out as you slowly stroke and rub the front of your shorts. Once done you hit submit.

As fast as you sent the form to daddy, you receive an e-mail from daddy. As you read the e-mail you see a time and address to report to for your training. Now rock hard and mind fully in fetish mode you see that you have one hour to get across town to daddy's address. You jump in the shower and throw on a pair of sweatpants sock and t-shirt. Once dressed you more or less run to your car still sporting an erection thinking my dream is going to come true. You arrive at 3 pm like instructed on Friday afternoon and have the entire weekend free to be the horny diaper boy for a Dom daddy.

You ring the doorbell and a tall 30- to 40-year-old answers the door and say's hello boy come in and take your shoes off. Once inside you are instructed to call him daddy as he walks you to a room filled with baby furniture only everything in the room is built for an adult. Daddy instructs you to remove all of your clothes and get on the changing table. Once on the table you have lotion and powder rubbed all over you then a generous amount of lube is applied to you tight hole.

Daddy tells you to relax and the toy will be inserted. You feel the large toy press against your hole. You relax and take a deep breath as it is pushed deep in once thrust. Daddy looks you in the eye's and says that my good boy. Next you see daddy placing a ring around your balls and watch as he slides a metal cage over your hard pee, pee as daddy calls it. It takes some time, but daddy gets that cage on and you are now locked in your first every chastity cage. You lay back as you strain inside the cage. Daddy then slides the thickest diaper under you that you have ever seen. t is all white with cute baby prints on the tape zone. Daddy pulls it up and fastens the tapes before patting the front of the diaper as he say's you're such a good boy for daddy. You feel like you are in heaven this is a dream come true, something you have always wanted to try and have done to you.

You’re made to go to bed at exactly 8:30 pm and have to drink a large baby bottle filled with water every 30 mins. 4 hours prior to bed. What you don't know is daddy has added a generous dose of some medication that makes you sleep “like a baby” and behave like you are a toddler age 3-5 years of age that's been given at least one full course of electro convulsive therapy (ECT). You have no way to resist because the therapies, and medication have made you powerless to resist. This will be your new life.

You now not only are wetting all night long due these therapies and a prior history of bedwetting nightly till age 12, but now you wet uncontrollably in the daytime. You may be in deep sleep for 1-2 hours or possibly 4-5 hours but sooner or later your daddy is going to access the App to the vibrating butt plug and torment you for God knows how long.

You’re utterly powerless to do anything but struggle tug kick and pull against the restraints you find yourself in. At first this was exciting and thrilling but the weekend has come and gone, and you are still trapped in the crib at daddy's house.

Unable to touch yourself and kept locked in chastity months have come and gone. The collage has kicked you out and you now belong to daddy

The days of daily diaper masturbation are now a distant memory. Those days were fun. Wet a bunch and rub one off inside one’s soggy pampers. No mess no harm, just good clean fun compulsive masturbation.

All the little boys reading this know exactly what I’m talking about. However, you're no longer a teenager at you’re an adult with adult responsibilities but you find yourself trapped in chastity cage permanently, uncontrollable wetting 24/7 x almost a year and you sleep in a crib. It’s no longer fun anymore because your keeper doesn’t allow you to make cummies in you pampers very often.

Your penis has shrunk immensely too, and it is no longer firm enough to have normal penetrative sex. Your trapped and have nowhere to go except what you’re told to do by daddy.

The sound of all of this was exciting when you first read it 6 months ago. Now you have transitioned to spontaneously wetting yourself in the daytime with no control.

Daddy has broken you and turned you into a toddler kept locked in chastity and diapers just like in your fantasy?

This is how one little former chronic diaper masturbation adult lives his life every day. You are powerless too ever trying to escape. You can hear your vinyl crib mattress crinkle as you moan and try to break free. Daddy watches on his computer screen as the camara catches your every move. Daddy thinks it is funny but also sad because his baby has no more freedom. He’s in baby jail forever! Daddy 🤣🤣🤣

The suffocating darkness behind the gimp mask was the first clear sign of my colossal mistake. You know, you could’ve done this right, gone to the Adult Clinic, become a diaper dependent that way. But I didn’t have the money, I took a cheap gamble, and this is where it got me: a straitjacketed, diapered slave.

I should’ve known better. The website screamed "suspect," his claims of a "walk-in-and-out treatment" were blatant lies. But I let my dick do the walking, and here I am. I had a chance to walk out while I was sitting in that waiting room, nervous, waiting for him. I could have gone back but I willingly followed him into his office and accepted a drink. It was spiked, of course, and I woke up like this: gagged, masked, bound, and diapered. He told me this was my life now, his diaper play slave, messing and wetting my diaper for him from this day one. Never again will I be an adult. As I listen to his words He says you will never get to touch yourself either from this day on you will only cum in your diaper, when it is allowed.

That's when I felt a strong cramp in my stomach. I knew what that meant I was about to fill the diaper like a toddler with no control whatsoever.

Before I even had a chance to mess my diaper, He stroked me to release, then, as a cruel jest, locked me in a chastity cage, keeping me constantly aroused and frustrated. This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. At last, he was satisfied that I was milked dry.

When I finally started to mess for him, I could feel the warm wet mushy mess spread all through my diaper. I lay there bound to the bed helpless in a diaper filled with my own poop and the front of it soaked with wet stickies as he called it.

As my diaper was removed, I was told once I get you all cleaned up I will bring you to the procedure room. Once in the room it will take an hour to make you 100% diaper dependent like you paid for. Once it is done you will be brought to your room and the staff will get you settled in.

He went on to tell me that every little accident earns me a spanking on my bare bottom just like the toddler you paid to be. And when you do finally earn another release, you will get milked into your wet messy diaper before you are changed.

His young male nurse/assistant kept bottle-feeding me milk mixed with laxatives to ensure I would keep wetting and messing myself with little to no control. It was explained that once the procedure was done, I would have no control and use my diapers for everything. No matter how hard I tried to control myself.

His assistant explained on the way to the procedure room that his Daddy has always wanted another boy he could use for his twisted experiments. He went on to explain that the doctor is also his daddy/lover/master with twisted desires, yet he will not allow him to do thing to him before it has been done to others to see the effects it has. He then say's then and only then is he allowed to do them to me.

Turns out I paid five thousand dollars to become his lab rat so to speak. Anything he wanted to do or try with his lover/assistant he did to me first to find out what the effects would be.

Eventually, I did become diaper-dependent, but it was a hollow victory, given where I am. Time has dulled the edge of my desperation. The hope of escape has become a distant whisper. I've grown apathetic, I guess, and now, I’m just a diaper play slave to be used for medical experiments or this sadistic doctor and his assistant/lover. I've learned to accept this twisted reality, one soiled diaper at a time.

here’s a fun game to play with your diaper boy…

first, obviously tape them up into a thick diaper. them, each time they wet, they get that many minutes with the wand — after the first wetting they get to use to wand for one minute, after the second wetting they get two minutes, etc…

it’s fun to see if they can get off with the wand before they wet too many times and their diaper leaks! at that point, you can be nice and let them finish, or change them and make them start all the way over in a new diaper at one wetting/one minute.

Each gear piece is lined with a slick nanite filled interior layer which interfaces with the wearers skin, diffusing the nanites into its body and increasing the skin’s sensitivity tenfold. In low concentrations of the nanites in the body an increases arousal level may be found and a slight foggy feeling. This all is slightly addictive so the punished are more likely to be aroused looking at other drones making them less likely to steal

Bu in higher concentrations the nanites are in a big enough number to attach themselves to both the pleasure center and the memory core of your brain, locking you into a permanent state of high arousal and a never ending emptying mind. It is said that after a couple of hours not much is left of the hosts memory. You know perfect for our drones of course!

Devon couldn't help but smile when he heard the click of the collar fastening around his neck. He couldn't help himself from rubbing his hands over the thick rubber and basking in the pleasant sensations washing over him.

He had been responsible for ensnaring many young men in his time with the company but today he found himself on the other end of of the experience. All it took was him getting a little too long of a peak at one of the screens and getting the deep urge to become a drone implanted into his mind. One second he was checking on to see if his recent acquisition had completed their initial programming, the next he found himself waking up naked and rock hard infront of a blank screen with a strong urge to be covered from head to toe in shiny black rubber.

His knowledge of the process was enough to let him know that the urges and impulses he was feeling at the moment weren't actually his own, but at the same time they had been pushed into his very being. While he vividly remembered wanting this his entire life, he also knew that it was the intense programming leading him to believe that. The irony of the situation was not lost on him however, he was going willingly walking down the same path he had forced so many down before him.

He defly went from container to container pulling out the various pieces of gear. The tight rubber suit, boots, cuffs, the collar. Normally he would be the one giving the soon to be drone all the gear while they eagerly put it on but he needed no assistance, he could have done this part of the process in his sleep, made even easier with the almost painful need to wear the gear and experience its' pleasure. Each piece pushed his already irrational mind further into a lust filled fog and his future further into oblivion.

Even before his accidental programming, he enjoyed he last piece. Opening the case containing the mask that would permanently become the drone's face. Watching in joy as the many young men would willingly seal themselved behind the thick reflective lenses. As he slid open the case containing the mask he felt that same sense of joy and exhilaration swell up inside him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear as he shakily took the mask out of the case and saw his half dazed blissful expression in the reflective lenses. He had always wanted to experience the joy he had seen so many witness before him, now he finally was.

With bated breath he slowly inched the mask closer and closer towards his face, relishing in the immense pleasure that came from the pungent scent of rubber permeating from within. He felt his cock strain against the rubber as the tight rubber enveloped his head, sealing him within its tight rubber embrace.

The intense scent of rubber burning his nostrils, the tightness gripping his body, his breathing echoing heavily through the mask. All the sensations coursing through him pulsed mind numbing pleasure and excitement through his entire being to the point where he was in complete bliss.

Even with his rational mind all but lost, his knowledge of the process he was undergoing and what he needed to do was still laser focused in his mind. He mechanically turned towards a door on the far side of the room and slowly began his trek toward bringing his newfound purpose to completion.

The soon-to-be drone passed through the door into the next chamber and saw a long row of seats for him to sit in and complete his transformation. He walked past several seats, some with drones seated in them, some empty. Every drone he passed was sitting completely still, breathing steadily but their groins were pulsing in pleasure as if they were experiencing orgasm after orgasm endlessly while they were finishing their programming.

Without any real reason he walked up to a chair next to one of the drones that he had personally escorted to that spot a few hours earlier. He noticed that the drone's cock was throbbing under the rubber and knew that in a few seconds he would be experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime as well.

Devon had only really seen the transformation up to this point so what was going to happen next was entirely new to him and the fact that he didn't know exhilarated him to no end.

He lowered himself down onto the chair and immediately felt it spring to life. He felt an electric shock shoot through him as his entire body became locked where it was. He could faintly hear something whispering into his ears but it was too faint to really make out or understand. The pleasure pulsing through his cock was almost unbearable and was growing stronger and stronger as the whispers slid directly into his mind.

As the pleasure took over his entire mind, the lenses suddenly flared to life, flashing a kaleidoscope of colors and images into his wide open mind. At the same time the whispers increased in tone and became a chorus of voices implanting obedience, servitute and pleasure deep into the man's mind.

The unceasing stimulation of his senses was enough to push the poor man over the edge and he felt his cock start throbbing as felt himself succumb to the pleasure and cum. Each load flooded his mind with pleasure, forcing his mind open to the programming being fed into him as well as gradually breaking down and removing everything that existed before it.

The drone sat there for an untold amount of time, cumming over and over. Each load carrying more and more of what made Devon everything he was away while filling that void with the mindless obedience and pleasure of being a rubber drone.

Hours passed as the drone sat in the chair, its body rigid in the chair, its breath steady and heavy through the thick gasmask, its rubber covered cock throbbing endlessly as it was being reprogrammed.

When vision finally returned to the drone, nothing remained of the Devon beneath the rubber. Drone DS-5732 was all that remained and that was all it would ever be from this moment forward.

This is a edited version of the original post Trapped. I have edited it a little as well as added to it to turn it into a story of a 20-year-old collage boy with a kinky twisted side wishing he had no control and was forced back into diapers by a daddy.

So ever considered what it would be like to be trapped in a crib laying on a vinyl mattress cover with hands and feet restrained? How about waist trapped too while wearing thick diapers with locking plastic pants? Let’s add confinement in permanent metal chastity cage. But wait there’s more. Try this one for size for added terror, frustration, and denial. You have a Wi-Fi controlled vibrating butt plug securely inserted up your bottom. It’s a retention type plug so once carefully inserted with plenty of lubricant; it’s not slipping out even if you tried to expel the intrusive plug from your bottom

As you read this in the back of a fetish magazine you find yourself rock hard and dreaming of having this exact thing done to you. The acritical goes on to say that by filling out the contract listed below at my website and submitting it to daddy your dream can come true. Now rock hard and your brain running wild you open your laptop and find the web site filling the form out as you slowly stroke and rub the front of your shorts. Once done you hit submit.

As fast as you sent the form to daddy, you receive an e-mail from daddy. As you read the e-mail you see a time and address to report to for your training. Now rock hard and mind fully in fetish mode you see that you have one hour to get across town to daddy's address. You jump in the shower and throw on a pair of sweatpants sock and t-shirt. Once dressed you more or less run to your car still sporting an erection thinking my dream is going to come true. You arrive at 3 pm like instructed on Friday afternoon and have the entire weekend free to be the horny diaper boy for a Dom daddy.

You ring the doorbell and a tall 30- to 40-year-old answers the door and say's hello boy come in and take your shoes off. Once inside you are instructed to call him daddy as he walks you to a room filled with baby furniture only everything in the room is built for an adult. Daddy instructs you to remove all of your clothes and get on the changing table. Once on the table you have lotion and powder rubbed all over you then a generous amount of lube is applied to you tight hole.

Daddy tells you to relax and the toy will be inserted. You feel the large toy press against your hole. You relax and take a deep breath as it is pushed deep in once thrust. Daddy looks you in the eye's and says that my good boy. Next you see daddy placing a ring around your balls and watch as he slides a metal cage over your hard pee, pee as daddy calls it. It takes some time, but daddy gets that cage on and you are now locked in your first every chastity cage. You lay back as you strain inside the cage. Daddy then slides the thickest diaper under you that you have ever seen. t is all white with cute baby prints on the tape zone. Daddy pulls it up and fastens the tapes before patting the front of the diaper as he say's you're such a good boy for daddy. You feel like you are in heaven this is a dream come true, something you have always wanted to try and have done to you.

You’re made to go to bed at exactly 8:30 pm and have to drink a large baby bottle filled with water every 30 mins. 4 hours prior to bed. What you don't know is daddy has added a generous dose of some medication that makes you sleep “like a baby” and behave like you are a toddler age 3-5 years of age that's been given at least one full course of electro convulsive therapy (ECT). You have no way to resist because the therapies, and medication have made you powerless to resist. This will be your new life.

You now not only are wetting all night long due these therapies and a prior history of bedwetting nightly till age 12, but now you wet uncontrollably in the daytime. You may be in deep sleep for 1-2 hours or possibly 4-5 hours but sooner or later your daddy is going to access the App to the vibrating butt plug and torment you for God knows how long.

You’re utterly powerless to do anything but struggle tug kick and pull against the restraints you find yourself in. At first this was exciting and thrilling but the weekend has come and gone, and you are still trapped in the crib at daddy's house.

Unable to touch yourself and kept locked in chastity months have come and gone. The collage has kicked you out and you now belong to daddy

The days of daily diaper masturbation are now a distant memory. Those days were fun. Wet a bunch and rub one off inside one’s soggy pampers. No mess no harm, just good clean fun compulsive masturbation.

All the little boys reading this know exactly what I’m talking about. However, you're no longer a teenager at you’re an adult with adult responsibilities but you find yourself trapped in chastity cage permanently, uncontrollable wetting 24/7 x almost a year and you sleep in a crib. It’s no longer fun anymore because your keeper doesn’t allow you to make cummies in you pampers very often.

Your penis has shrunk immensely too, and it is no longer firm enough to have normal penetrative sex. Your trapped and have nowhere to go except what you’re told to do by daddy.

The sound of all of this was exciting when you first read it 6 months ago. Now you have transitioned to spontaneously wetting yourself in the daytime with no control.

Daddy has broken you and turned you into a toddler kept locked in chastity and diapers just like in your fantasy?

This is how one little former chronic diaper masturbation adult lives his life every day. You are powerless too ever trying to escape. You can hear your vinyl crib mattress crinkle as you moan and try to break free. Daddy watches on his computer screen as the camara catches your every move. Daddy thinks it is funny but also sad because his baby has no more freedom. He’s in baby jail forever! Daddy 🤣🤣🤣

“And that’s that. That’s how we deal with unruly patients. Truss ‘em up, diaper them up, gag them if we have to, and they become much more docile.”

Jason stepped away from his roommate Billy and admired his handiwork. And to think, the pervert currently locked up in restraints and thickly diapered thought he was in control of this situation.

Billy had been a pretty annoying roommate for quite awhile, to be honest. Forgot to do his dishes on his designated nights. Was occasionally late with money for the phone and internet bills. Generally slobbish. And one night, as the two 25-year-olds sat around drinking beer, Billy kept peppering Jason with questions about his job at the local mental hospital. Questions that went beyond normal curiosity.

“So, like, when some patient is really off their rocker, totally nuts. I’ve heard, like, maybe you guys have to put them in restraints or straitjacket and they’re just helpless?”

“We do what’s necessary,” he’d replied but that wasn’t enough.

“But I’ve heard, and maybe this isn’t true, that you sometimes forcefully diaper your patients? Put them back into Pampers and even make them use them until they behave?”

Ah, a diaper and bondage pervert, Jason realized. He’d met a few in his days already. People who fantasized about the very real things he delivered to patients.

“Sometimes,” was all he said.

Later, he went and checked his roommate’s browser history and was not shocked to find the pervert reading stories about diaper punishment and bondage. So predictable. Hmmm. Maybe he should give him what he wants. Or what he thinks he wants.

One night, again as they drank beer, Jason surprised his roomie. “So I know you were all curious about how we deal with unruly folks. Maybe you wanna find out?” With that he went to his gym bag and pulled out the restraint jacket and some diapers he’d taken from the hospital for the night.

He saw his roommate’s eyes bulge and his eyes glaze over. “So you’ll know what it’s like.”

Billy agreed — naturally – and only started objecting when Jason put him on the floor and started pulling off his pants. “Hey, hey, hey.” He wanted to be in a diaper but one that he put on, not some dude.

Jason slapped his hands away. “You think our patients like being diapered? You think they do it themselves? I know how to deal with unruliness, so just keep it up. You’re so inquisitive, you’re gonna find out.”

The chastened boy gave in and moaned as Jason stripped him, powdered him and taped him into his Pampers. Quickly, efficiently, Jason rubbed his roommate’s diaper until the spasms started and the cum oozed into his diaper. With his libido gone, he knew the slut would really be scared now. Then came the restraints. Tight. Unbreakable. Inescapable.

“Okay, um, cool, can you let me out now?”

“You think our patients tell us when to be let out? No, no, no, no. We decide. And we decide what happens to them when they’re restrained.”

With that Jason turned his trussed-up diapered turkey around, he brought him to the floor and onto his knees. Jason unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock. He saw Billy panic. The boy wanted diapers and bondage, not cock. Not cock. Oh no.

Jason grasped him by the hair. “You were sooooo curious. Well now you’re gonna find out what happens. And I decide when you’re released. And what you suck until you are. And if you don’t start cleaning up and paying on time…expect a lot of this.”

When i found this suit in the store during my abroad holiday, i practically begged the store owner to let me try it and accepted the matching dog face hood with it as condition, even if that hood with it's severely darkened lenses left me with very blurry black and white sicht only and the also embedded a massive gag that no longer allowed anything but gruffs and grunts,.

As horny as it was at first when he then added a collar and chained me to the corner of the store into a doggy bed, i had enough after a few hours, but he kept ignoring me, laughing, together with possibly present customers, about my futile attempts to let him know, sounding like nothing but dog gruffs and grunts.

When he finally closed the store, i expected to finally get out, as horny as the suit was, it was exhausting and not really comfortable after that long time.

Instead he unhooked the chain from the corner and forced me to wal on my fours down into the basement of the store, where he hooked that chain onto a frame again.

He placed a dog bowl with water near enough, then finally:

'Before i take off that hood and with it the gag, today you get some water, and if you behave tomorrow morning when i hood you again and place you back in the store, you might tomorrow evening get some food as well.

You kow locked into that suit you are in no position to refuse anyway, i have no problem to force that hood on you again, but i expect obedience, nothing else, in exchange you get food. So until you are obedient, you will starve, so it is just a matter of time, no matter if you want it or not.

Also you can scream as much as you want down here, this is an industrial area, nobody will hear it throughout the night or in the morning.

But: you scream, no food, you use any form of human speech while not hooded and gagged, no food, you don't fully cooperate getting the hood on in the mornings, no food, as simple as that.

So lets get that hood off for the night, i'll be back in the morning to put you back into the store.'

He took the hood off then and i started shouting at him in anger and protest, but he ignored it completely, before slamming the door shut however he turned and told me that there would not be any food tomorrow, then he was gone.

Fuck... is he serious.... but trying as much as i wanted did not help, that thick rubber, that suit, there was no way for me to get out of, so i basically depended on him now, i'd resist, but also was aware that he was right, it was a matter of time before the hunger would take over and get me docile... fuck.... enclosed fully nobody has any idea who i was and being a foreigner, nobody here would even look for me, was that it????

The daddies decided to have a play date for their two boys. The men always decided when, where, and with whom the play dates will be, not the boys. Little boys are being followed to where they’ve been told to go, walk or crawl, they have no word in it. The boys are being treated as babies for a few months now. They all started as a group of friends going out on double dates, but one of the daddies had a new idea back then, and the rest is history. Now two men became two baby boys. The daddies have always been daddies, and now it shows.

The boys had grown to use their diapers, baby toys, pacifiers, and even baby talk and early bedtimes. When they are naughty and their daddies call them to their laps, the boys cry but submissively go to lie down and feel the firmness of an open hand. They even started to get used to not having sex anymore. Sometimes they hear their daddies in the master bedrooms making noises, maybe with other men, but they can’t be sure, because the mobile above their head is playing music that blocks most of the sound coming from the hallway. They can only lie on their tummy, feeling a little stiffy in their wet diaper, and start humping one of their favorite plushies.

On the play date, their daddies saw that the boys are not playing together, and when one of them grabbed the other’s one toy, they started to fight. The daddy instinct kicked in, and they knew the boys were frustrated. They needed to relax and have a good old nap. They knew the best way to put them to sleep fast, is making them tire themselves out.

They told the boys to crawl from the living room to the nursery. There waited next to Tiny, the giant teddy bear, lots of bedtime diapers and stuffers, and above them two big bulbed butt plugs. The boys knew that but plugs are saved for special occasions. It makes them precum in tons and think about how someone, their daddies, decided to put it in their holes. As the boys lay down for a diaper change, they sucked on their pacifiers, looking at their daddies, at each other, and at Tiny.

“Ahhhhh!” both gasped when the butt plugs slid into their hairless holes covered in wet heavy cream, topped with baby powder.

Even before the diapers were tapped, precum began to ooze out of their small penises. Onesies were dressed on them, pacifiers pushed in again, and the curtains moved to block away much of the sunlight.

“You boys need to relax and have a good deep nap. You are cranky and we don’t like it. Tiny is big enough for you both to lay down on. He is comfier than your fuzzy friends in your cribs. Now up you go.” one of the daddies ordered as the boys mounted the giant bear. The butt plugs hit their prostates causing them to moan.

He turned off the light as he and the other daddy left the room. The two boys were on the bear, very still. The room was quiet but their hearts raced. It was like being in their crib at night, on their tummies. Their small peepees woke up. Every position they tried moved the butt plugs inside their holes, making them precum even more. One of them couldn’t help himself and started to hump the leg of the giant teddy bear, making noises through his pacifier. The other boy watched him. It was so long ago he saw something that resembled sex, which makes his peepee stand even harder and his hole squeezed more rapidly around the butt plug. He also started to hump Tiny’s other leg. In the semi-dark nursery, the baby boys humped Tiny’s legs. Every thrust pushed the plugs onto their prostate, milking them, making them move and hump harder. One of the boys suddenly had to pee badly when he was so close to cum. He lost his bladder control a few weeks ago. He had to stop while he peed. He laid his head on the bear’s chest as he peed and his penis went soft. When he was done he was happy to hump again to make his peepee hard, but then he suddenly came in his wet and warm diaper. His orgasm was ruined. He wanted to explode like a big boy, playing like he was fucking the bear, but he couldn’t do even that. He just came in his diaper, not controlling it, like the baby pathetic that he is.

The other boy thrust and thrust Tiny’s leg over and over. He didn’t seem to notice his baby friend crying softly beside him, disappointed. He was in ecstasy. It reminded him of when daddy used to fuck him. Closing his eyes, he imagined the plug as a cock in his ass, the sucking action as another cock in his mouth, and Tiny’s furry leg as being on a massive manly bear. He humped and humped, moaned and moaned until he finally exploded in his diaper. He imagined he was having real sex, but he was just a baby, playing with his toy.

The two boys finally calmed down. One after he sobbed and one after his breath was taken away. On the nursery floor were two boys, falling asleep on one teddy bear. If you’ll open the room’s door and see them now, you’ll see how adorable and cute they are. Two baby boys, having a play date.

"How long has it been since you've gotten to cum again?" I asked, knowing precisely how long it had been.

"Um-three weeks and tw-two days..." You managed to sputter out, in-between moans.

"Hmmmm" I said, as I turned off the wand, knowing if I had just pulled it away you'd desperately try to maneuver your diaper back to it. You whined.

"That's a new record isn't it kiddo?"

You gave a very strained "Yes!"

I giggled a bit, and turned the wand back on. You groaned in relief. I smiled, this was so easy.

"I guess the question is kiddo, what can you give me in exchange for an orgasm-" I turned the vibrator off "you so desperately want?"

You looked at me with a red strained face, you looked so naive and in a weird way, innocent. It was definitely cute. You asked "Give?"

It was probably a strange concept, honestly. So often we caregivers tend to take, we take away your right to stay up at night, your right to walk around not holding our hands, or, as with my little boy, the right to orgasm. The idea of giving something away was probably foreign, but I liked it. I didn't want this to be taken or demanded, I wanted it to be given to me willingly, on a platter. I wanted the boy to know he had agreed to this all on his own, without me forcing him into anything.

It would cut into his pride so much deeper that way.

"Yes princess, give.* I paused and turned the vibrator on again. "The way I see it, if you wanna cum before the end of the week, you oughta give me something for it. I think that's fair, don't you?"

You started to mumble some silly baby thing I'm sure no one needed to hear about how it wasn't fair, and I quickly turned off the vibrator and went to leave the room, leaving you there a hot straining mess. I could hear the plea in your voice "Wait no I'm sorry it's perfectly fair! Please come back."

A smile like a cat broke out onto my face, and it was wide on display when I turned around. I met your eyes before saying "So you want to play in my little game huh kiddo?"

You gulped and nodded. I came over and stroked your head a bit while I let the vibrating wand do it's magic again.

You groaned, you didn't want this to end. Poor baby. You said "Uh Daddy, can you give me some suggestions on what you might, uh, want from me?"

My smile widened, and I started without delay "I'd like you to start calling my parents Mommy and Daddy. I don't want you to ever reference them as your mother in law or your father in law again, to anyone. I want you to change their contacts in your phone, and-" I pushed the wand extra close before this last bit "I want you to obey every order they give you, like a good little boy."

You moaned, and I could tell you weren't fully focused. I could see you dedicating every bit of brain power you had available to the pros and cons of the situation. Sure, it'd be totally emasculating, but they'd just think you are being sweet and obedient. They'd have no clue you had to do as they said, like any little kid would when a trustworthy adult spoke. Plus, they weren't mean people.

They could be a bit bossy though, I mean, where do you think I got it? Who knows, you could find yourself spending whole afternoons there just doing chores like some neighborhood kid they paid to help around the house. Or suddenly having to eat more vegetables at family dinners.

I mean, truthfully, if I wanted you to help them do chores you'd be doing them either way, so that must have made it a bit easier for you. In any case I could tell you were close to the edge and I didn't want to give you any more time to think. "Last chance kiddo, are you cumming today or waiting till next Friday?"

I started to very slowly pull the wand away before you uttered an exasperated "Today!"

You seemed to really enjoy yourself for a few minutes, caged dick and all. I let you have your fun. I could feel my own dick throbbing.

After you were done calming down from your orgasm, I helped you up and said "alrighty kiddo I gotta go take care of myself. Go call my mother and father, I want you to ask if they need any help around the house this weekend. Let them know I won't be joining, I'll be busy."

RJ reached over and turned off the water. “Hey! What are you doing?” “Fucking you.” RJ untied his houseboy’s sweatpants and let them drop. “Hey!” RJ prevented Morris from picking them up and put his hands on the counter. He pulled Morri’s hips backwards to make his ass stick out. With a quick motion, he undid his own pants and freed his cock. There was no time to hunt for lube, so kitchen oils had to do.

Ignoring Morris’s protests, RJ got himself into position and took his boy right against the counter. The noises were more beautiful than Christmas bells. Morris’s body was kinetic in his hands, pushing back against RJ, moving with RJ, all taut and electric. He begged for it harder, deeper. Morris’s head drooped and vowels poured from his throat with each deep thrust.

The sound of the lock bouncing off the sleeve of the chastity cage drove RJ nuts. The orgasm hit him so hard he saw black spots in his vision, and his fingers would leave red marks on RJ’s hips for two days after.

As the rush left him, RJ began to feel a bit of sympathy for his pent up houseboy who was brimming with lust. He stroked Morris’s balls and the base of his shaft until milk flowed and dripped on the floor. The moaning only excited RJ again, and he fucked his houseboy a second time. Afterwards? Morris was cooled down with frozen peas and the sweatpants went back on, only this time he was properly plugged so he could finish his cleaning without making another mess. He would learn that this is what sex meant for him now.