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too ^^<br /><br />I&#039;m sorry this one&#039;s not really finished either uwu</span>","writing":"You are Max. You are a young boy who has just been kidnapped. Your captor has blindfolded you and gagged you. \n\nYou sit in fear inside the trunk of the kidnapper's car as you await your fate. You feel the movements of the car as you are driven through town. Finally the car stops and the trunk opens. The kidnapper pulls you out and discreetly carries you into his house. He locks the door behind him and then he begins to fondle you sexually while whispering dirty words in your ear. \n\n\"You're really cute. I'm going to have lots of fun with you.\"\n\nYou cower before the man as you finally recognize him as Liam, your neighbor from a few houses down the street. He looks a bit different from when you last saw him. His eyes, which were once kind and caring, are now cold and predatory.\n\nYou grab his hand and attempt to stop him from touching you, but he is too strong and he wraps both arms around you and carries you  to the bedroom in his house. He throws you on the bed and ties your arms and legs to each corner. You're stuck spread-eagled on the bed, feeling vulnerable and helpless.\n\nYou look to the sides of the room, trying to find a way out. You notice a large window on one side and a wardrobe on the other.\n\n\"Don't bother trying to escape, I've thought of everything,\" he says while staring at your helpless body.\nHe begins to touch you.\n\nYou recoil against his touch, but you're unable to do anything besides cry out.\n\nHe grabs your pants and begins to unzip them.\n\n\"Stop please,\" you cry.\n\nHe ignores your pleas for mercy and pulls down your pants. He then notices your underwear, which are thick padded training underwear.\n\n\"Ha ha. I bet you're still potty training, aren't you?\"\n\nHe begins to use his hands to fondle your genitals. Despite yourself, a small involuntary reaction causes your penis to become erect.\n\nYou moan behind your whimpers, revealing how sensitive you are down there.\n\n\"You're enjoying this, aren't you?\" he says with a smile.\n\nHe continues to fondle you and eventually pulls down your underwear. You feel ashamed as he stares at your genitals.\n\nYou are only half erect since you're so young.  You're also dry, which means you're not very excited.\n\nLiam sticks a finger in your butt hole. It hurts a lot, but you don't cry out.\n\nThis is the most scared you've ever been. You can barely cry at this point.\n\nHe puts his face right up to your genitals and takes a deep sniff.\n\n\"Hmm, you do smell nice. I'm going to enjoy this.\"\n\nHe begins to suck on your half erect penis.\n\nYou throw your head backward and cry out in both pleasure and fear.\n\nDespite yourself, you become fully erect in his mouth. It is the first time you've ever been horny.\n\nLiam takes off your underwear and then begins to lick your testicles.\n\nLiam's tongue feels soft and warm against your privates. It feels nice, but you're also scared out of your mind.\n\nHe begins to lick your penis up and down. He then takes the tip into his mouth and begins to massage your testicles.\n\nYou're in no position to cum, and you can't even produce semen yet due to your young age.\nHe suddenly stops.\n\n\"I have to go do something. I'll be back in a little bit. Don't go anywhere.\"\n\nHe leaves the room and locks the door behind him.\n\nIn his absence, you struggle madly against your restraints. The rope burns your wrists as you struggle, but the knots don't give at all. You're stuck.\n\nSoon, you begin to cry again. You're helpless and scared. You wonder if you'll ever see your family again.\n\nAfter a short time, Liam returns with a few items in hand. The first item is a plastic package full of baby diapers. The other item is a full laundry basket.\n\n\"I'm going to put you in diapers now. I'm sorry, but I can't have you ruining my furniture.\"\nHe grabs your ankles and yanks them upward.\n\nYou panic. Surely he doesn't intend for you to use these diapers. He removes a diaper from the packaging. The diaper has pictures of Barney the Dinosaur printed all over it. You feel the softness of the diaper as he slides it under your bottom. He spreads your legs and slides the front of the diaper between your legs. He tapes it tightly around your crotch. You can feel the thick padding pressing against your genitals as he tapes it closed.\n\nNext, he cuts off your shirt with a pair of scissors. Your bare chest is cold, and the indignities didn't stop there. Liam then unties your shoes and removes them one by one, leaving you in just diapers and socks.\n\n\"You're going to stay here for a while. Enjoy your new diadees.\"\n\nWith that, he closes the door behind him. You hear a deadbolt lock in place.\n\nAfter thrashing around in your bondage some more, you resign yourself to your fate. You wonder how long you'll be kept here and what he has in store for you.\n\nYou try to get comfortable in your restraining straps. You can't help but notice that your diaper is very warm and crinkly.\n\nYou move your legs as much as you are able, but each movement causes the diaper to crinkle. You're utterly humiliated.\n\nThis is so disgusting. You just wish someone would save you.\n\nYou wish your Mommy or Daddy would save you.\n\nAfter a short time, you doze off...\n\nSome time later, Liam wakes you by coming in the room again. He has with him a baby bottle full of a thick sticky liquid.\n\n\"Good evening, my little prince. I have your dinner.\"\n\nHis voice is sickeningly sweet. It's obvious he's trying to act kind for his own twisted reasons. You hate him.\n\nHe sits next to you on the bed and pets your hair as he brings the bottle closer to your mouth. The smell is salty and sour. You turn your head and plug your nose. He smiles and rubs your cheeks, forcing your mouth open.\n\n\"Come on, baby. It's time for dinner.\"\n\nHe pours the thick liquid into your mouth.\n\nThe taste is unspeakable. You try to spit it out, but he squeezes your cheeks together, forcing you to swallow the foul mixture.\n\nYou begin to cry. He strokes your hair and whispers in your ear.\n\n\"That's a good boy. Drink up Daddy's milk.\"\n\nHe finishes the bottle, making sure you've swallowed every last drop, then sets it on the floor.\n\nThe vile contents of the bottle contained several drugs. You feel yourself begin to fall asleep as Liam unties your bindings. He carries you out of his bedroom as you go unconscious.\n\nYou wake up still in your diaper. It's sagging a bit, as you've filled it quite a bit since last night. You look around and see that you're in a small room with exposed wood beams in the ceiling.\n\nYou are groggy from the drug cocktail which sedated you last night. You almost don't notice how wet your diaper is. Almost.\n\nYou spend the next few moments wallowing in self-pity and hatred. You were kidnapped, drugged, and forced to drink who-knows-what last night.\n\nYou feel so violated. And now you don't even know where you are. It seems to be some kind of basement, as there are no windows. It's just you, your dirty diaper, and the musty air.\n\nYou wonder if you should make noise to try to get someone's attention. You don't know who has you or what they want. Will making noise anger them?\n\nYou decide you try calling out.\n\n\"Hello!\" you say.\n\nYour voice echoes throughout the room.\n\n\"Is someone there?\"\n\nYou hear a creaking noise. You don't know if someone heard you or not.\n\nIt's been at least five minutes.\n\nThe door to the room opens and reveals Liam. He's wearing a brown leather jacket and looks incredibly smug.\n\"Hello, baby.\"\n\nHe enters the room and closes the door behind him.\n\n\"Did you miss me?\"\n\nHe sits next to you and pets your head.\n\n\"Change me out of this right now.\" You demand.\n\n\"Not yet, baby. First, we need to play a little game.\"\n\n\"I'm not playing any games with you.\"\n\nHe stands up and gets in your face. Your noses just inches apart.\n\nYou butt heads with him, and he recoils in pain. He grabs you by the hands. Your faces only an inch apart. You can feel his hot, sticky breath on your face.\n\n\"You will play this game.\" He says.\n\nHe releases your arms and steps back.\n\nLiam sits down again and removes his heavy boots. Then, he pulls off his socks. The smell of his smelly, sweaty feet enters your nostrils. He grabs you by the back of the head and pushes your face into his raunchy socks.\n\n\"Smell.\"\n\nYou struggle to pull away from the disgusting smell.\n\n\"Smell it, or else.\"\n\nYou squirm to get free of his grasp but he only holds you in place.\n\nHe begins rubbing your face in his socks while he laughs.\n\nThis goes on as he baby-talks down at you. \"You like to smell Daddy's stinky sockies, don't you baby. Smell my sockies and you'll get a special treat.\"\n\nHe forces you to smell his dirty socks.\n\n\"Say 'ahh'.\"\n\nYou open your mouth to breathe and he shoves his dirty, smelly sock into your mouth.\n\nYou try to spit out his sock but he tapes it in place, leaving you unable to speak or breathe through your mouth.\nYou can only breathe through your nose. His smell is all you can smell. It's all around you. You try to hold your breath but after a few seconds, you have to breathe.\n\nHe pins you down in your crib and continues teasing you as he fastens you into restraints. He tickles your ribs and stomach.\n\nYou laugh and try to get away but the restraints won't allow you to escape his tickling.\n\n\"Say 'pwease, Daddy'\".\n\nHe's mocking the fact that you can't currently speak.\n\nHe tickles you more and more as you laugh and try to get away. You start to cry as he continues.\n\nHe stops and wipes your tears away. He gives you a stern look, with his round, stubbly face.\n\n\"We're all done for now, baby. Now take a break and enjoy my socks for a while.\" He teases you.\n\nYou try to protest again, but the only thing that escapes your mouth is heavy, ragged breaths and whimpers.\nHe laughs and walks out of the room, leaving you in the darkness.\n\nYou pull at your restraints and try to escape the horrid stench of Liam's socks, but it's no use.\n\nAlthough your eyes are now adjusted to the darkness, you can't see anything but the socks in front of your face. It's too awful, too disgusting.\n\n\"Please... somebody help me.\"\n\nBut nobody came. And nobody ever will.\n\nThe smell is all around you. You can't escape it. It's been an hour and you're still trapped in the darkness, alone with the smell.\n\nYou begin to cry again as the smell consumes you.\n\nLater, Liam returns.\n\n\"Have you learned your lesson yet?\"\n\nYou try to speak, but can't. All you can do is whimper and cry.\n\n\"I'll take that as a 'no'.\"\n\nHe decides to torment you some more. Liam reaches down and tickles your socked feet. You laugh and try to escape, but can't. He continues as you laugh.\n\n\"You know,\" he says. \"I could keep this up all night. And the more you laugh... the longer you'll have to suffer.\"\nYou think about that. All night. You'd lose your mind.\n\nDespite what you think, he continues tickling you.\n\nYou laugh and laugh as the tears stream down your face. He finds this hilarious and won't stop. He tickles your armpits, pits, ribs, belly button... everywhere.\n\nYour will is broken by this point, and you don't even struggle anymore. You've laughed so hard that you can't even breath.\n\nHe continues to laugh at you as he keeps tickling you. He doesn't seem like he'll stop any time soon...\n\nYour young virgin body is soft against his fingers, and he's getting horny from torturing you.\n\nHe wants to do more than just tickle you.\n\nHe leans in close to you, and begins licking your body.\n\nYou're helpless as he licks every part of your sweaty body.\n\nHis tongue tickles even more than his fingers on certain parts of your body.\n\nIt's a wet and sloppy torture session.\n\nHe decides to stop for a moment and take your diaper off, which is soaked to the point of leaking.\n\nHe opens your diaper to find a semi-erection.\n\n\"Heh, looks like you're enjoying this.\"\n\nYou blush even in the darkness.\n\nLiam grabs your cock and begins to pull slowly.\n\nYour prepubescent cock grows even more as he strokes it.\n\nHe moves his mouth next to your ear and whispers, \"Do you like this?\"\n\nYou can't help but moan in response.\n\n\"Tell me how much you love this.\"\n\nYou moan harder though your sock gag.\n\nHis hand moves faster.\n\nYou're about to have your first orgasm.\n\nLiam decides to speed up and smiling as you have an orgasm.\n\n\"How was that?\" he asks. \"I bet it felt pretty good.\"\n\nDespite nothing coming out of your penis, you have an explosive dry orgasm. Your tiny testicles contract and you moan loudly, despite yourself.\n\n\"Well, I guess you enjoyed that.\"\n\nHe opens his pants and takes out his cock.\n\nYou don't know what to expect next as Liam approaches your butt with his cock. Is he going to put it inside?\n\nHe begins to rub his dick on your hole as you feel it penetrate you. It's a very odd sensation as he slides in and out of you.\n\nYou start to moan as he thrusts.\n\n\"You're such a cute little baby fuck toy.\"\n\nHe's enjoying every moment of this as you are.\n\n\"Time to make the baby juice... come.\"\n\nYou have another orgasm, this one more powerful than the last as he reaches his.\n\nHe stays inside you for a minute, his dick throbbing.\n\n\"Wow, you made a lot.\"\n\nHe slowly pulls it out of you, a little more juice leaking out.\n\nHe stands up and looks at it. It's like a faucet.\n\nOnce you got started cumming, your balls have been working overtime to produce as much as they can.\n\"They must be practically empty... I think I used them all up.\"\n\nLiam takes off your gag and begins untying you.\n\nExhausted, you lay there as he tapes your wet diaper back on you.\n\n\"You did great, baby. I'll take you up stairs so you can sleep it off.\"\n\nHe carries you up to his bed, and puts you in it.\n\n\"Goodnight, little one.\"\n\nYou don't know if you're losing your mind, or if you actually enjoyed yourself.\n\nBut either way, you're too tired to care.\n\nHe soon after climbs into bed with you and you cuddle together while you sleep in his arms.\n\nMorning comes, and you wake up to find yourself still in his bed.\n\nYou have no idea what time it is or how long you were asleep for.\n\nYou look to your side to see that he's not in the bed.\n\nThoughts of escape cross your mind as you slowly sit up in bed.\n\nYou begin to panic as you hear him coming back up the steps.\n\nHe walks in and smiles when he sees that you're awake.\n\n\"Good morning, kiddo.\"\n\nHe has a bowl of your favorite cereal in his hands.\n\nHe sits on the side of the bed and pats beside him, indicating you should sit beside him.\n\nYou do so without saying anything as he puts the bowl in your lap.\n\nYour muscles are still sore from last night and you struggle to hold the bowl steady.\n\n\"You wore yourself out last night,\" he says, smiling. \"I'm not surprised you're sore.\"\n\nHe puts his arm around you and gives you a squeeze.\n\nYou still don't know what to make of the situation. Aren't kidnappers supposed to be mean to you the whole time you're stuck with them?\n\n\"I wasn't sure what you'd want for breakfast, so I got you your favorite.\"\n\nHe points to the bowl. Marshmallow cereal with little marshmallows and bits of apple. Your mouth waters just looking at it.\n\nThe last food he gave you was drugged, so you look at the bowl nervously.\n\nHe picks up on this and chuckles.\n\n\"It's ok, it's just your favorite.\"\n\nYou pick up the spoon and slowly take a bite of the cereal, chewy bits and all.\n\nIt tastes just like it does at home, and you greedily help yourself to the remainder of the bowl, finishing it in just a few minutes.\n\n\"Umm, that was really good,\" you say, licking your lips.\n\n\"I'm glad you liked it,\" he says, giving you a peck on the cheek.\n\nYou blush and look away.\n\n\"Well, now that you're up, we can do something fun today.\"\n\nHe stands and walks over to a chest at the foot of the bed.\n\nHe pulls out your Nintendo Switch, which should have still been at your house and hands it to you. How did he get this? You don't care, you're just happy to see it.\n\n\"I went to your house yesterday and got a few of your favorite things.\"\n\nHe pulls out some games and hands them to you.\n\n\"I got you these. I hope you don't mind.\"\n\nYou look at the games. They're all Nintendo Switch games, and two of them are new releases that you wanted to get when they came out, but your parents never got them for you.\n\nDespite the events of last night, you're having thoughts that Liam might not be such a bad person.\n\n\"Thank you,\" you say, grabbing the games and putting them to the side so you can play them later.\n\n\"You're welcome. We can play them later. Right now, we're gonna take a shower.\"\n\nYou hesitate. Does he mean for you both to bathe together? He must, but you still don't want to go anywhere with him until you know the details.\n\n\"Can't I take a bath by myself?\"\n\nHe shakes his head.\n\n\"I'd like to be able to keep an eye on you.\"\n\nYou roll your eyes. He's so overprotective. You stand reluctantly, and waddle toward the bathroom. Your soggy diaper crinkling with every step.\n\nYou reach the bathroom door, and he puts his arm around you and leads you in. The bathroom is porcelain and tile, with a large bathtub, toilet, and sink.\n\nYou daydream of taking a bath in such a large tub as Liam reaches for your diaper tapes.\n\nHe pulls the tapes loose and slowly starts to pull your diaper down. Your heart beats faster as your butt becomes exposed.\n\nHe turns aside and warms the shower up before reaching for you again.\n\nHe lifts you into the tub and sits you on the ledge as he starts to take his clothes off.\n\nHe's surprisingly well-built for a grown-up.\n\nAs he steps into the shower, you notice his discarded socks laying on the floor. He sees you looking at them and says, \"I can tell what you're thinking. We'll get to that later. Right now, I want you to stay in the tub.\" You blush at the fact that he noticed you checking his socks out.\n\nHe closes the shower curtain, and you turn your attention to the bathtub. It's a deep tub, which comes up to your chest. You're sitting on the ledge, which is on the upper-part of your chest.\n\n\"I'll go first. Wanna help me scrub my back?\" he asks you. You think for a moment before agreeing. He gives you some soap and turns his back to you. You grab a cloth and drip some soap on it before scrubbing it on his back. \"Harder,\" he says. You comply, massaging the soap into his back.\n\nHe moans with pleasure as you scrub him down.\n\nYou decide to get a little revenge while he's washing his hair and not paying attention. You stop scrubbing and tickle at his sides, causing him to chuckle at you.\n\nHe grabs your wrists and turns to face you, putting his body between your arms and your chest. You blush as he looks into your eyes. He bites his lip and smiles.\n\n\"It's your turn. Hand me the washcloth.\" he tells you. You comply and he starts by cleaning off your face, which still had a stain from the cereal you had for breakfast. He takes the rag and soaps it up before running it across your cheeks, nose, and forehead. He does the same for your neck and chest, spending a little more time than needed around your nipples.\n\nFinally, when he reaches your privates, you blush hotly. He finishes quickly for a mercy and continues toward your legs and feet. He slides his hands up your legs, rubbing gently.\n\nYou jump as he rubs at your thighs and feel yourself getting a little excited. His hands are strong but gentle as he washes you.\n\nHis attempts to scrub the bottoms of your feet are met with protestation. \"Hey, cut it out!\" you complain. He replies, \"It's payback for you trying to tickle me a few minutes ago.\" You try to squirm away, but he just grabs your feet and begins to scrub harder. He does this with a smile, but you can tell he's really enjoying it. You try to kick him, but he grabs your ankles and you're forced to endure it.\n\nOnce he's done with your feet he says, \"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?\" He looks up at you with a smirk. You blush and look away. He stands up and hops out of the shower. He grabs a large, fluffy white towel from a rack and begins to dry off.\n\nYou step out of the tub and wait for him to finish so he can dry you. Finally, he turns and holds the towel open for you. You step in and he wraps it around your body. You blush as he rubs the towel up against your chest and back down.\n\nEven being dried off tickles a little bit. He finishes by drying your hair and takes the towel off you with a peek-a-boo gesture. You look away as he giggles. He wraps the towel around his waist before opening the door and stepping out. You are led back to his bedroom where he sits you back on the bed. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of plain white jockey briefs and steps into them.\n\nYou watch him the entire time, your eyes drawn to his exposed bottom. He catches you staring and smiles.\nAfter he pulls on some shorts and a t-shirt, he attends to you. He opens a lower drawer in his dresser and removes another diaper, some powder, wipes, and lotion. He sets all of it on the bed beside you and you give him a look of betrayal. He just grins and shakes his head.\n\n\"I'm not putting that thing on,\" you protest.\n\nHe smiles and nods. \"We can do this the hard way, like last night if you'd prefer.\"\n\nYou sigh and resign yourself to fate. You lift your bottom off the bed enough to slide on the diaper. He pours some powder into the palm of his hand and rubs it around your privates and bottom. He finishes pulling the diaper up around your belly as you just lie there waiting for it to be over. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.\n\nHe smiles and pats your diapered bottom. \"There we go, good job.\"\n\nHe slides his finger into the leg band of the diaper and slides it back and forth gently.\n\nAgain, he seems to be tickling you with nearly every action he takes. You blush deeply and try not to react, but the more he does it, the more you squirm. He smiles as he watches you fidget and blush.\n\n\"I took a few weeks off of work.\" he says, \"We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. But as I'm sure you realize by now, I know much and more about you already.\"\n\nYou bite your lip and try not to let the tears come. You sniffle a bit and sigh. He stops what he's doing and slides his arms around you, hugging you close.\n\n\"I'm sorry.\" He reassures you.\n\nYeah right. If he was really sorry, he'd let you go home and own up to kidnapping you.\n\n\"I know you're scared and confused right now.\" he says, \"Just try to trust me. This new life will be much better than anything your old one could offer you.\"\n\nYour old life had the love of your mother and father. But you know you can't argue that point any longer without risking another round of questioning and manipulation, so you settle for calling him a heartless monster. He chuckles at that.\n\n\"Would a heartless monster let you play video games whenever you want? Would he let you take a shower? Would he know what your favorite cereal is?\"\n\nHe has a point.\n\nYou're losing your mind. If you knew what Stockholm syndrome was, you'd think you had it. You don't know what to think of yourself. You feel gross for actually considering the things you've been doing with him, and yet you can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort whenever he touches you.\n\nYour own father never cared what your favorite cereal was, and your mother didn't want you playing video games all day. He's the only one who seems to care. You miss them so much right now, but you don't know if it's because you truly want to go back to them or if it's just the idea of having someone care for you.\n\nYou lean in and hug him tight, beginning to sob. He holds you close, stroking your hair and whispering that it's all going to be ok.\n\nYou begin to calm down as the two of you just sit there and hold each other.\n\n\"How does this sound?\" he asks after some time. \"I'll care for you and love you like you're my entire world. The only cost is that you give yourself to me whenever i ask you to.\"\n\nYou're quiet for a bit as you think. This is your chance. You could tell him to fuck off and try to escape. Maybe you'd make it, maybe you wouldn't. Or...\n\n\"Deal.\" You whisper.\n\nHe is elated. He wants to get started playing with you you right away. He stands back up and smiles at you as he opens the diaper drawer again and pulls out a baby onesie with an outer space design. You made a deal with him, so you hesitantly put your arms up and he slides it over your arms and head. You lay back on the bed and he snaps the buttons around your thick diaper, closing the onesie into place. He leans in and kisses your forehead and scoops you up. He carries you into the living room, where an assortment of plush toys awaits you in a play pen. He hands you your Nintendo Switch and sits down on the couch nearby.\n\n\"I'll be here watching you while you play.\" He says.\n\nYou begin to play Super Mario Odyssey as he sits nearby and watches you. You're having a great time.\nHe turns on a history show about ancient Rome and kicks up his socked feet near the edge of your play pen. You occasionally look up from your game to see his feet dangling there. Almost as if he's inviting you to smell them. You're a little too afraid to do so, however.\n\nYou go back to playing. It's a great game, and you're enjoying it thoroughly. You smile as you watch Mario hop around the world, tossing his hat at bad guys.\n\n\"Do you want to smell my feet?\" He blurts out.\n\nYou almost fall over from how suddenly he asked.\n\n\"I...er...erm...\" You stutter.\n\nYour brain is working in overdrive trying to think of an answer.\n\n\"You're not saying no, so i think i know what we need to do.\" He demands. \"Get over here and sniff my socks.\"\nHe slowly lowers his feet down into the playpen with you. You look up at him and he's staring directly at you, waiting for you to move. You slowly inch your way over to him.\n\nYour erection is apparent, even under your diaper. He's aware of just how excited you are, and seems to be enjoying it. You reach out and grab his right foot, slowly bringing it up to your face. His sweaty stinky sock is only a few inches from your face as you begin to sniff.\n\nHe curls his toes around your nose, rubbing his scent into your face. You breath it in and out as you try not to pass out from how strong it is. It's almost too much for you.\n\n\"Do you like that?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" you moan between breaths.\n\n\"Yes, what?\" he barks.\n\n\"Yes...Daddy.\"\n\nHe smiles and continues to massage his big toe on your nose. You stare at it in a weird hypnotic trance, following it as it moves around your face before settling on your lips.\n\nYou give his sole a smooch and continue huffing his musk through your nostrils. He pulls his foot away and moves it over to your lap, curling his toes around the crotch of your toddler diaper. He begins to rub back and forth, stimulating your tiny dick through the padding.\n\nThis feels so wrong, yet so right at the same time. Your fledgling boyhood throbbing under your diaper. You let out a pleasured whimper as you squirm under his sole. He continues to rub as you begin to sweat profusely.\n\"Does my baby boy like how that feels?\"\n\n\"Please Daddy, don't stop.\" You moan.\n\nYour eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel yourself reaching a climax. Your baby batter begins to drip down into your diaper, as you moan out one last time.\n\nYou collapse backward into your pile of plushies, feeling the warm afterglow. He pulls his foot away and sets it back on the floor. You look over at him and see him staring at you with a huge grin on his face. He looks down at you, and pulls you onto his lap to cuddle. You embrace him and remain snuggled into his chest while your erection subsides.\n\n\"How was that, baby?\"\n\n\"It was nice, Daddy.\"\n\n\"Just nice?\" he asks. \"I guess I'll have to try harder next time.\"\n\nYou giggle at his joke, and nuzzle your nose into his shoulder. He continues to hold you tightly as he reaches for the TV remote. You hear him flipping through the channels as he rubs your back and you snuggle deeper into his chest. You're never this calm and relaxed with your mom; she's never cuddly or affectionate. It's like he's your real parent, not her. This moment would be nearly perfect, except you start to feel a pressure building in your bottom.\n\n\"Daddy, I have to poop.\"\n\nHe chuckles and pulls you in tighter, not intending to let you off his lap.\n\n\"It's just gas, baby. Sit still.\" He commands.\n\nYou try to hold it, but the more you squirm and press into his chest, the more pressure you feel.\n\n\"Daddy, please! I have to go baaaaaad!\"\n\n\"Shhh. It'll be ok, little guy.\" He whispers softly.\n\nYou close your eyes and try to ignore the growing pressure in your rectum, but it only gets worse. You grit your teeth and groan as a soft turd trickles out of your bottom and into your diaper.\n\nIt's noisy too. Between turds, you let out humiliating farts.  It's all coming out and there's nothing you can do to stop it.\n\nYou continue to squirm and grunt as the pressure finally ebbs.\n\nDaddy pretends not to notice the carnage in your diaper, but you know he can smell it.\n\nYou rest your head against his chest and sigh, defeated. You are forced to sit in his lap until the end of the TV show. Finally, he pantomimes sniffing the air and coos, \"Pee Yew! Smells like someone had a poopy accident!\" You can't handle the embarrassment and bury your head in his chest.\n\n\"It's ok, little guy. Just let daddy take care of you, ok?\"\n\nYou nod with tears forming in your eyes. He stands up and carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. He unhooks your arms from around his neck and takes a step back.\n\n\"Let's get my little champ out of that poopy diadee.\" He smirks as he leans toward you and unsnaps your onesie. You lift your bottom so he can pull it off of you. Pulling the onesie completely off over your head, he sets it aside and focuses on your diaper. He pulls the tapes off and opens the diaper revealing the mess inside. You're beet red  from embarrassment.\n\n\"It's ok, little guy. It's just poop. That came out of you. It's nothing to be ashamed of.\" He reassures you. Grabbing the wipes and powder from the drawer, he sets to work cleaning your bottom. He rubs your belly and chest to soothe you as he wipes you down, making sure to get inside the crack. Maybe a little too deep you feel at times. You dangle your legs in the air waiting for him to finish, as he rolls up the soiled padding around the used wipes. He pulls out a fresh diaper as you think to yourself. Does he intend for you to just go from diaper to diaper? Never allowed to use the potty again? He slides the diaper under you and powders your privates. After rubbing the powder in, he tapes the diaper snugly in place and pats the front of it.\n\nYou look up at him and see him smiling down at you.\n\n\"There we go! Good as new!\" He beams at you. You lay there waiting his instruction as he goes back to the drawer and pulls out a pair of white crew socks with red heel and toe marks and pulls them on your feet. He tickles you in the process, but pretends it's an accident. Lastly he gets a t-shirt from the drawer and puts it on you. It has a picture of a cartoon pair of socks on it. \"Who's Daddy's little sock monster?\" He asks in a sing-song voice. You just stare at him. He grins and gives you a big hug.\n\n\"Let's go!\" He beams as he picks you up in his arms and heads out of the room.\n\nYou head back toward the living room where the TV is still on. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap. He flips through channels until he stops at a cooking show. He idly watches the show as he feeds you bits of cereal from a plastic bowl he gets from the end table.\n\nYou're content with the situation for the moment. At least you didn't have to sit in your poopy diaper for very long. You start to get restless and daddy notices that you want to play. He puts the bowl of cereal on the table and stands you on the floor.\n\n\"Okay, little guy. Play time!\" He smiles down at you. \"I'm the tickle monster and you have to run away from me!\" He crouches down on all fours and begins slowly creeping forward.\n\nYou start to laugh as you take off running around the room.\n\nHe does a decent job of keeping up with to you, and you're forced to keep a quick pace. Inevitably though, he catches up with you and pins you down, straddling your waist as his hands quickly reach for your armpits and you're helpless to escape.\n\n\"I GOTCHA!\" He exclaims as he begins tickling you.\n\nYou try to squirm away, but he has you stuck under him with no way to escape. You squeal, \"Oh noooo! St-stoppit! Heeheehee! N-n-not my armpiiiiiiiiits!\"\n\n\"I'm gonna get all your spots, little guy!\"\n\nYour laughter is infectious and he begins laughing along with you as he keeps tickling you. It isn't nearly as hard as he tickled you last night. He really is just playing with you this time. He relents after a short time prodding your chest, and leans in for a smooch on the forehead before getting up off of you.\n\nYou smile up at him as he helps you back up. He picks you up and gives you a big squeeze in his arms. \"I love you so much, my little baby boy!\"\n\nYou wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze back. \"I love you too, Daddy.\"\n\nHe carries you into the kitchen where he sits you in your highchair and puts a bib on you.\n\n\"I think it's time for dinner, champ. You're gonna love what I've got for you tonight. Mac and cheese!\" \n\nYou get excited. It has been a while since you had that.\n\nHe prepares your dinner swiftly, then brings you the bowl. He sits down in front of you and spoon feeds you the macaroni, much to your embarrassment.\n\n\"W-wait! I can do it myself!\" you protest as he places the spoon in your mouth.\n\nHe chuckles, \"Sure you can, just let Daddy feed you.\" You sigh and accept the feeding.  He chuckles again and kisses your forehead as he feeds you the rest of your dinner.\n\nYou are stuffed after the feeding, but he insists on giving you some ice cream for dessert. It's your favorite, chocolate.\n\nYou're positively bursting after dessert, and he gives your tummy a rubbing, cooing about how full you must be. He lifts you out of your highchair and carries you back to the living room. You sit in his lap some more and cuddle as you drift to sleep.\n\n\"I love you,\" he whispers in your ear as you enter dreamland.\n\nYou wake up in the night to find yourself in a different position than when you fell asleep.\n\nYou're back in your crib in the basement. You have a thick, heavy blanket over you, and you're swaddled in it. You can barely wiggle your arms and legs, but you're stuck. As you struggle to escape, you feel somewhat betrayed. All the nice things you did together and he still treats you like this.\n\nYour mind races as you hear the basement door open. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and they stop outside your crib. The blanket is thrown back, and you find yourself staring into the face of your kidnapper.\n\"Hey there, little guy. Did you have a good nap?\"\n\nYou remain silent. This can't be the same person you called 'daddy'. But it is. In the dark, the voice is the same. \nHe reaches down and reassures you that it's doing to be ok. Removing your blanket, he picks you up out of the crib and carries you across the room to a strange looking chair. It is reclined and there are split leg rests. It has restraints buillt all over it, you warily notice. He sets you down and straps you in. First your head, then your arms and chest, finally your hips legs and ankles. There is no escaping bonds this tight.\n\nYou're left in a seated position, legs spread and arms out to the side. Your kidnapper admires his work and rubs your inner thighs sensually. You're almost positive at this point that he's going to tickle torture you again. You plead with him, \"Please don't tickle torture me again! I'll do whatever you want! Please!\" Your pleas are met with callous silence as he starts rubbing the front of your diaper.\n\nThe touch is arousing, and your traitorous cock begins to harden.\n\nWith one hand he places one of his smelly socks over your nose, and with the other he's groping your soggy padding against your penis.\n\nYou moan through the sock as you begin to get lost in the moment. The smell of his stinky smelly foot is overpowering and you take deep sniffs trying to get a chance to breathe.\n\nHis musk is hypnotic. You absolutely can't get enough of it, and he knows it. He rubs his sock into your nose and increases the speed at which he's jerking you off. You begin to moan louder and louder as your arousal peaks and you climax into the soggy padding of your diaper.\n\nHe finishes you off by taking the sock from your nose and shoving it into your mouth.\n\n\"After an orgasm, your skin is supposed to be much more sensitive to being tickled.\" He remarks. \"Let's put that to the test.\"\n\nTraitorous cock indeed. Your lust has had you play right into his plans. He begins to lightly graze his finger over your bare stomach and ribs and you explode into laughter. His face exhibits a huge grin as he looks down at you.\nThis sensation is unlike any other. It's intense tickling and the worst part is, you can't even move to get away from it! You laugh and laugh as he continues. Your face begins to turn red and tears begin to well up in your eyes.\n\nHe explores all of your most sensitive spots; ribs, armpits, sides and of course your belly. There are no signs of him stopping, you can't catch your breath and eventually your mind is reduced to nothing but laughter.\n\nIt's been 15 minutes and he hasn't stopped. You're coughing and spluttering as the tears roll down your face.\nAs he digs into your sides one more time, you finally lose consciousness. When you finally come to, you're laying in his bed again. You're wearing a clean diaper and a pair of footie pajamas and your limbs ache somewhat. He's laying next to you, asleep himself, and you think of how abruptly your days change from peaceful to chaotic and then back again. He feels you stirring from sleep and leans over to kiss you on the cheek. \"Hey there baby boy. I hope you had fun last night. I know i did.\" He whispers. You reply, mind still foggy, \"Not sure I'd call it 'fun' exactly. I didn't exactly have control over the situation...\" He cuts you off with a kiss and remarks \"Well that's why it's all the more fun.\"\n\nYou will admit that since you were brought here, you've felt ways you've never felt before. You feel scared, and yet awakened in a sense. Your love for him seems to be growing too; no longer do you see him as someone scary who threatens your safety, but rather as a guiding hand leading you through the throes of passion and desire.\n\nThe day continues as one might expect at this point. Daddy dresses you up in whatever childish clothes he fancies, you get fed childish foods, and play with childish toys and games. You are, for all intents and purposes, a toddler.\n\nYou don't really have much say in the matter, although you don't even mind it anymore.\n\nIt's easier than going to school and dealing with your classes and bullies. You're free from all responsibility now, except to making your daddy happy, which you're almost positive you can do by simply existing.\n\nOne week passes, then another, and another.\n\nThe sun always rises and sets; you sleep, wake, eat, and play whenever you want. And during the night, Daddy takes you to the basement to have his way with you. Any sane person would try to escape the torments he puts you through, but you seem to enjoy the attention he gives you... No, that's not right. You love it. You might even love him. Your daddy.\n\nEverything seems perfect. You feel safe and comfortable. You have food to eat, a bed to sleep in, and the love of an adult man...\n\nAfter weeks of similar treatment, one day something is different.\n\nIt's a cold winter's night. You're curled up in bed, your feet tucked under a thick comforter. You briefly wake up from sleep to notice it's snowing outside. This excites you.\n\nIt's the first snow of the year, and you ask your daddy if you can go outside and play in it in the morning. You're sort of worried he'll say no, he's told you many times how dangerous it would be to let you go outside. If anybody recognized you, Daddy would be arrested and taken away, and then you'd be taken back to your boring old life.\nBut Daddy says yes.\n\nYou're elated. But daddy has conditions. You have to bundle up to stay warm, but also to hide your body shape. You also have to keep your face covered with a scarf. You agree to it all, and can't wait for morning to come.\nMorning comes, and you rush to prepare. Daddy puts you in a snowsuit with thick socks and boots, and a pair of mittens. You seem to almost be collapsing in on yourself from how much clothing you're wearing, but Daddy assures you it's all necessary.\n\nYou go out side and play. There is about a foot of snow on the ground and you get to work making a snowman first. You roll the balls and pack the snow around them. Daddy helps you, making a pretty nice snowman given his lack of experience.\n\nThen after the snowman is finished, you decide to make a small igloo to keep you both warm. You pack the snow, Daddy helps when he can. It's very cold work and tiring. You both fall into the igloo and shiver while you let it harden more.\n\nYou get an idea and scurry out of the igloo. You gather up some snow to make a rampart and hurry to make a few snowballs before daddy catches on to what your plan is. You hide the snowballs behind you and walk up to Daddy with a smile.\n\n\"I know a game we can play,\" you say to Daddy.\n\n\"Do you? What is it?\n\nYou toss a snowball into his chest and duck behind your barricade.\n\nDaddy falls for it hook, line and sinker. He bends down and makes a snowball of his own to chuck at you.\nIt hits you square in the shoulder after you fail to get behind cover in time. You throw a snowball at him in revenge, and then all hell breaks loose.\n\nHe catches the snowball and makes another one. Before you know it, you're both pelting each other with snowballs.\n\nIt comes to an end though, when you get hit by a snowball and fall backwards, causing your hat and scarf to come loose and show your face. Daddy comes up to you with a sheepish look on his face.\n\n\"We have to go inside,\" He says.\n\nYou nod silently in agreement.\n\nHe hopes that nobody saw you out there, and he's unusually tense for a few hours after you come back in. He keeps looking out the window to see if anybody was walking up the snowy hill to your house. You're both surprised when nobody comes knocking. Either nobody saw you, or nobody cares.\n\nYou're sitting around now in your diaper and sweatshirt, with a pair of fuzzy knee socks. Nice and warm. Daddy settles down after some time and returns to a somewhat normal demeanor. He asks you out you want some hot chocolate. You agree wholeheartedly.\n\nAfter getting hot chocolate, you sit down to watch a movie. It's pretty bad, but the hot chocolate is good.\nDaddy doesn't take you to the basement that night, and you both fall asleep on the couch cuddling.\n\nYou wake up the next morning in a different position, but still on the couch. You stand up and look around. Daddy's in the kitchen making himself coffee.\n\nBefore you can walk into the kitchen, you notice a heft in the front of your diaper. You can't quite believe it, but you've wet yourself in your sleep. \n\nYou haven't wet the bed since you were four years old.\n\nYou waddle into the kitchen and your Daddy looks at you with concern.\n\n\"Did you wet the bed, Max?\" he asks.\n\nYou hang your head in shame and nod.\n\n\"Aww how sweet.\" He fawns over you. \"Don't worry about it, I'll change you soon.\"\n\nYou're left with no choice but to sit through your breakfast with a sagging diaper.\n\nYou have your usual scrambled eggs with cheese and some toast and jelly. For some reason, you're hungrier than usual and devour your food.\n\nYour ears perk up when you hear the doorbell ring. Daddy doesn't seem surprised though, as if he was expecting someone. He goes to answer the door and takes only moments to wrap up the conversation before dragging a package inside. You're relieved that it was only the mailman.\n\nThe package is large, indicating that it could be furniture. Daddy lets you out of your highchair and invites you to open the box with him. You hop over to the box and tear into it, but when you open the flaps you're greeted by the sight of yet more diapers. There's something different about these ones though. They seem... bigger.\n\nYou pick one up and examine it more closely. \"These are overnight diapers. I figured you could use some extra protection. Especially since it seems that you're a bedwetter now. I'm glad i ordered these when i did.\"\n\nYou feel your cheeks redden at the word 'bedwetter'. You're too old to be a bedwetter, aren't you?\n\n\"Oh, and before I forget,\"\n\nDaddy reaches deeper into the box and pulls out a phial of clear liquid. \"I ordered some puberty blockers too. These will keep you from growing up too fast.\"\n\nYou don't know what to say. On one hand, you could stay like this forever. On the other, there's the risk of side effects down the road.\n\nFrankly you're too young to know what any of this business entails, but you trust your daddy. He knows what's best for you and you decide to take the medicine.\n\nYou reach out and take the phial from his hands and swallow it. The liquid tastes horrible but you manage to gulp it down after a fashion.\n\nDaddy looks at you with an expression of pride.\n\nYou're his little boy forever now. He lays you down for a diaper change and hands you a bottle of milk to wash down the medicine.. Your soaked diaper is opened and you get wiped down with cold wet wipes. This was par for the course at this point, diaper changes being a normal part of your life. You're no longer embarrassed by it. \n\nDaddy, once your privates are clean, unfolds one of the new overnight diapers and slides it under you. You notice how much higher you are off the floor once the diaper is under your bottom. These are at least three times as thick as your normal ones. It feels like you're sitting on a pillow.\n\nThe tapes of the diaper are really stretchy and they barely make any sound when he tapes them shut.\n\nAll things considered, you actually like these diapers better. You sit up and hug Daddy tight, \"Thank you Daddy!\" You call out, expressing your sincere appreciation. He slides his hand around your back and pats you.\n\n\"Alright, I'm going to hop in the shower now. I'll be out soon. Be a good boy and watch Barney until i get back.\", He says as he lifts you into your play pen. You nod and watch as he walks off toward the master bathroom.\nYou turn your attention back to the TV where Barney is singing to you. You bounce up and down on your butt to the beat.\n\nBarney has become your favorite TV show since you started living here. Daddy puts it on for you whenever he leaves the room. He says it helps you develop your mind.\n\nYou hear the shower turn on and know that daddy will be in there for a little while.\n\nYou stand up with some difficulty considering the thick diaper you're wearing, and you begin to dance in place while you sing along with the TV.\n\n\"If all the raindrops were chocolate, oh what fun I would... haah... haah... haah...\" You sing.\n\nDaddy is longer in the shower than usual, but you don't mind. You're having too much fun.\n\nYou hop up and down and wiggle around in your diaper until you finally hear the shower turn off.\n\nYou get excited to see daddy again as you hear him leaving the bathroom. He comes in and picks you up. \"Well, somebody's having a happy morning!\"\n\nYou giggle as he spins you around and plants a big kiss on your cheek. You ask if you can play video games now and he laughs and agrees, putting you down on the floor.\n\nYou walk over to the entertainment center and get familiar with the controller. You've played many times before.\n\nYou and Daddy play Mario Party for a while, laughing and having fun. You're really, really happy.\n\nAfter a while, Daddy decides it's time for lunch. You eagerly agree, as you're incredibly hungry right now.\n\nOnce lunch is finished, you get put down for your afternoon nap as usual. You're a little sad, since you don't want the fun to end, but you know that you need your rest.\n\nYou drift off to sleep and have a dream about being in the hospital. You're in a room with several other kids. A man in a white coat is there, as well as a few people wearing masks.\n\nYou and the other kids are tied to your hospital beds. The man in the white coat starts coming toward you with a needle. You begin to get scared.\n\nThe needle pierces your arm and you begin to shrink down until you're just an infant. You begin to cry, and the man in the white coat comes over and gives you a pacifier.\n\n\"Shh... It's OK. You're safe now.\" You hear somebody say.\n\nYou wake up sweating. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but once you do, you burst into tears.\nThe door opens and Daddy comes in.\n\n\"Oh what's the matter, little guy?\"\n\nYou cry into his shoulder as he picks you up and rocks you in his arms.\n\n\"Dreams can be pretty scary sometimes...\"\n\nYou nod, and bury your face further in his neck. He feels your diaper and notices that you wet in your sleep again. He sighs, but continues rocking you.\n\n\"Is there anything you want to talk about?\"\n\nYou think for a minute, then shake your head.\n\n\"Just a scary dream... I'm fine now.\"\n\nDespite having a wet diaper, they are thick enough to where you don't need changed yet.\n\n\"Well, let's get you back downstairs.\"\n\nYou nod again, and he takes you back downstairs.\n\nYou're in the living room for the rest of the evening watching TV and playing your Nintendo Switch. After a few hours your eyes are heavy and you drift to sleep on the floor. Before you know it, you're whisked away to the basement, just like most nights, and strapped to your crib again. It's scary but at the same time exciting.\n\nDaddy comes down the stairs and  takes off your diaper. You find that it's soaked. Seems you had more than a few accidents in your sleep.\n\nThat's beside the point of tonight.\n\nDaddy gets out your vibrating butt plug from under the crib and lubes it up. He slips it in your ass as it vibrates, stimulating you.\n\nYou start to rock back and forth, stimulated slightly.\n\nDaddy gives you a pacifier to suck on to amplify your mood.\n\nSomething is different from previous nights. You feel aroused and you get an erection. The butt plug is stimulating you further, and your pacifier falls out of your mouth.\n\n\"Oh dear me...\" Daddy whispers.\n\nYou look down at your lap to see your erection throbbing in pleasure.\n\nDaddy jerks you off for over an hour, but the orgasm never comes.\n\nBy the end of it all, you're exhausted and the butt plug is switched off. Daddy puts your diaper back on, places you in your crib, and tucks you in. \n\nYou can't comprehend what just happened, but there must have been something about those puberty blockers...\n\nYou lay there for a long time, bucking and humping your wet diaper, desperately trying to cum.\n\nIt's no use. You can't achieve an orgasm.\n\nYou fall asleep, trying not to think about it.\n\nWhen you wake up, you're being picked up from your crib by Daddy.\n\n\"Hey kiddo, i guess i have some explaining to do. That medicine i gave you shrinks your balls down and makes it so you can't make cum anymore. It looks like a side effect is that you can't orgasm either. I tried to find any information about reversing the side effects, but it seems to be permanent.\", He explains.\n\nYou look at your daddy, incredulous that this has happened to you.\n\n\"You mean i can't make cummies ever again?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid not, Max. I'm sorry about this.\"\n\nYou start crying.\n\n\"Just because you can't orgasm doesn't mean we have to stop having fun at night. You can still feel pleasure, but you won't be able to finish.\" \n\nIt's better than nothing. You've come to enjoy humping your diapers, and you don't want to give it up. It's a part of who you are now.\n\nYou nod, accepting your fate.\n\nSeveral weeks pass, and you find a new normal. Every night when Daddy takes you to the basement, he gives you a full hour of stimulation before stopping. You almost agree with your situation, since a real toddler wouldn't be able to orgasm, and you want to be a good toddler for your daddy.\n\nOne day you're going along as normal, when Daddy asks you something. \"Do you want me to get you a boyfriend?\" \n\nYou don't know what to say. Would you subject another boy to what you've gone through? Knowing that they'd lose their family and be forced to wear diapers for Daddy's enjoyment?\n\nYou're happy with daddy though. Overall you'd say that your life is much better than before. Maybe you could save another boy from a horrible family and make him happy in this one.\n\n\"Yes, daddy please!\" You say, excited.\n\n\"Alright then! I already have the perfect little boy in mind. I'll keep an eye out for an opportunity to bring him in.\"\nYou know that this is a good thing. Even if it's dangerous for daddy, you know that this little boy will be happy here. He'll get to experience what you've been through. It's all for his own good, really.\n\nYou're a good person.\n\nDays pass and nothing happens. Then after some weeks of recon, daddy brings home a boy in the middle of the night. He's young, smaller, and skinnier than you. You can tell he's scared out of his mind.\n\nHe's crying so loud through his gag that you can't talk to him at all. Daddy decides to keep him tied down in the crib in the basement for the night. He gets the boy diapered up and dressed in thick pajamas before putting him to bed. He thrashes in his bondage until he tires himself out.\n\n\"He should calm down by morning. Then we can talk about getting you two introduced.\" Daddy says, turning off the light and closing the basement door.\n\nYou go to bed with daddy and wait out the night.\n\nIn the morning, the crying has stopped. You hear daddy untying him and talking to him. He reassures the boy, telling him that he'll be okay and stuff like that.\n\nThe boy notices you padding over to him and he looks at you quizzically.\n\n\"This is Max. He's the one I was telling you about. I'm sure you two are gonna become fast friends.\" Daddy says, leaving the two of you alone.\n\nThe boy is still gagged, so you talk at him, \"Nice to meet you! I'm so glad i have a friend my age to play with now!\" He looks at you like you're insane. A boy your age acting like a baby? It's so unusual to him that he doesn't know how to respond.\n\nYou continue on, \"I have a lot of toys down here, wanna see?\" He nods slowly.\n\nYou bring over your favorite dildo and show it to him. He's so innocent that he doesn't seem to understand what it's for. You explain it to him. \"This goes in my butt. It feels really good once you get used to it!\" You say proudly, showing off your knowledge of such things at such a young age.\n\nHe looks at the dildo and turns red, but seems to accept it. You bring over a pack of diapers and show them to him. \"I wear these every day, and you will too! They're very comfy!\"\n\nHe's not so sure about that, but he has no other choice. Daddy says that you have to wear them. If he doesn't want to, that's just too bad.\n\nYou show him your vast collection of silly socks. He doesn't seem to like that. But, of course, he will eventually. You show him some of your stuffed animals. \"I have lots of toys to play with. Way more than this,\"\n\nDespite how weird this must be to him, he's warming up to you. You take his gag out and ask what his name is.\n\"I'm Rudy, and I'm 6 years old.\" he says.\n\n\"I'm Max. It's nice to meet you.\"\n\nYou keep talking to him for the rest of the day, getting to know him. He's a bit shy at first, but he opens up quickly.\nHe speaks with a stutter, which you find to be adorable. He talks about his old life and how he didn't have any friends before. \"Ev-everyone hated m-me. I'm a-afraid you'll find out that I'm n-not worth liking a-and then hate me t-too...\"\n\nYou reassure him that you won't ever hate him. He smiles a bit but doesn't seem entirely sure.\n\nYou decide to change the subject and talk about your daddy with Rudy. He doesn't seem to like the new topic as much, but he listens intently all the same.\n\n\"He's really nice once you get to know him. This all seems really scary but I'm sure you'll like him. He lets me play games whenever i want, and makes my favorite food all the time!\" You say.\n\nRudy laughs a bit, \"Does he? What's your favorite food?\"\n\nYou think about it for a second, \"Hot dogs, I think. Maybe pizza.\"\n\n\"What about vegetables?\"\n\nYou tell Rudy about the jars of pureed vegetables that daddy makes you eat so that you stay healthy. He doesn't seem to like that.\n\nAs you continue talking, daddy comes back down the stairs and sees you sitting beside Rudy.\n\n\"I see you've talked him into being less scared,\" He smiles, locking the door behind him.\n\nHe gives you a knowing glance as he says, \"It's time for our nighttime fun!\" \n\nYou get excited and grab your favorite dildo again. Daddy takes your diaper off and slides the toy inside you as it hums to life, stimulating your prostate. You climb over Rudy and mount him, straddling his chest and waving your erection in his face. He recoils at first, but you softly touch his chest and he gets used to your presence.\n\n\"I'll go slowly. Just start by licking.\"\n\nHe nods and slowly extends his tongue out to your tip, giving it a taste. He retracts while you suppress a smile. Encouraging him again, he does it once more but for a longer duration.\n\nDaddy is watching you two go at it, stroking his cock getting ready to join you. The sound of wet skin smacking against skin echoes in the room as the smell of sex starts to waft through.\n\nRudy begins to panic, though and freezes up. Daddy notices this and decides to step in. He walks up behind the two of you and whispers in your ear, \"I'll take over from here. You just sit back and watch for now.\"\n\nYou get a little bit jealous, but you do as he says and you watch him climb into the crib with Rudy. Daddy starts off stroking his hair with one hand, and caressing his chest with the other.\n\nHe unstraps Rudy's legs and raises them to expose his butthole. Then, he slowly sticks his enormous cock into him.\n\nRudy winces a little bit and starts shaking violently. He seems to be having a panic attack as tears start to roll down his face.\n\nYou look on concerned for Rudy's well being, but Daddy seems to have things under control. He begins kissing him on the neck and whispering in his ears, \"Breathe. It's okay, I promise. Just keep breathing.\"\n\nHe continues to go in and out until the tears stop.\n\nAs he continues fucking Rudy, you rub your useless cock waiting for Daddy to finish so that he may pleasure you again.\n\nHe fucks him for what feels like an eternity, before finally blowing his load inside of him. Rudy is taken aback by the sensation of being filled with hot cum. He starts shaking again to which Daddy begins rubbing his chest and telling him how good he's doing.\n\nRudy gasps for a bit before expelling a long breath.\n\nDaddy motions for you to grab one of your diapers to put on Rudy, which you do. After a few minutes, he calms down and Daddy begins stroking his hair. \"There there, it'll be over soon.\" He says while wiping the tears off his face.\n\nHe lifts Rudy's legs up again and places the diaper under him, taking care to powder him thoroughly before strapping his legs back into the crib.\n\n\"There we go. Look at that, all nice and secure. Just how a baby needs to be.\" He says with a smile.\n\nRudy doesn't know what to say, and he looks at you for direction. You shrug, and Daddy turns to you as he strokes his chin, \"So, it seems like you're the one in charge here. What do you want to do with him next?\"\n\n\"Let's play with his feet for a while. That should give him an idea of the kind of fun we like to have.\" You suggest. Daddy agrees and you both approach the foot of the crib, where Rudy's socked feet await. Rudy begins to giggle and pull at his straps, knowing what you're about to do to him.\n\nYou begin by tickling his toes, which causes Rudy to squeal with horror as the two of you take turns jabbing at his little piggies. You occasionally stop to press your finger into the soft spots on his sole, which causes him to scream with laughter despite himself.\n\nYou take turns with Daddy until he begins to let out moans, indicating that he's had enough. You stop and move on to another part of his body.\n\nAfter five minutes of torturing his feet, you can tell he's almost at his limit. The tears well up in his eyes as he begs you to stop.\n\nYou do not intend to stop. In fact, you tickle him harder than before.\n\nHe writhes in his bindings as the two of you laugh manically. \"No! Please! Ha ha! I can't take it anymore!\" He screams through laughter and tears.\n\nYou see a wet patch beginning to form on the front of his diaper. \"You wet yourself! How embarassing!\" You taunt him.\n\nHe feels betrayed since you were so nice to him earlier, but you just laugh and continue tickling him. This isn't about to let him off easy now.\n\n\"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! HAHAHAHA!\" He screams as his face becomes red.\n\nHis reactions are priceless. You'll have to do this all the time from now on.\n\nYou and Daddy keep tickling him for a few more minutes. It's just beginning to get borderline sadistic. Just then you see Rudy shift his posture slightly as he fills his diaper with cummy poop. You stop tickling him as you feign disgust and sing, \"Uh oh, looks like little Rudy had a poopy accident!\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Daddy says, also feigning disgust. \"Maybe we should just leave him in it.\"\n\nRudy wails, \"No! No! I don't want to be in a dirty diaper!\"\n\nDaddy shrugs and says, \"What's a diaper change worth to you? I can change your diaper, but you have to get tickled even longer.\"\n\nRudy agrees to the deal. It's not like he has much of a choice, but Daddy is actually being lenient with him. You had to sit in your dirty diaper all the way through your first night.\n\nDaddy takes his legs back out of the restraints and begins pulling the tapes of his soiled diapers.\n\nRudy begins crying again as he says between sobs, \"I... d-don't want to be a b-baby...\"\n\n\"Too late,\" Daddy says, \"You belong to me now, cutie.\".\n\nThe sound of the tapes peeling off Rudy's diaper is gross, but you love every second of it.\n\n\"H-hey,\" He whimpers as he looks at you.\n\n\"Wasn't that fun?\" you quiz him, uncaring for his current confusion and disorientation.\n\nHe doesn't answer. He probably feels too ashamed.\n\n\"I think it's super funny and silly when someone poops their diaper!\" You say enthusiastically.\n\n\"N-no it's not...\" He whimpers.\n\n\"It is too!\" You protest.\n\n\"No it isn't!\"\n\nYou stare at him, unblinking.\n\nHe's just being grumpy. He'll see how fun it is here in time.\n\n\"Be that way,\" you say, feigning sadness.\n\nYou walk over to the dresser and pick out some wipes for Daddy and hand them to him. He continues changing Rudy's diaper, taking extra care to wipe his penis off. This causes Rudy to become erect and he begins bucking at Daddy's hand.\n\n\"D-daddy...\" He whimpers.\n\nDaddy smiles and says, \"How cute. Having a little fun?\"\n\nHe finishes cleaning him off and slides a thick nighttime diaper under him. Deftly, he tapes the diaper over the boy's hips and puts his ankles back in the restraints. Rudy gives a futile tug and resigns himself to further tickling at your hands.\n\n\"Now, you stay here and play with your new friend,\" Daddy smirks.\n\nYou nearly yelp in surprise as he picks you up and plops you on the bed, \"Have fun, you two! I'm going to go relax for a bit.\"\n\nYou give Daddy a knowing look as he leaves the room by the stairs and shuts the door behind him. You turn back to Rudy and grin at him. \n\nHe cowers before you, wiggling around in his bondage and trying to pull his restraints. It's adorable. \"Let me go,\" he says hopelessly.\n\n\"Rudy, do you know how much I like you?\"\n\nHe shakes his head.\n\n\"A lot,\" you say with a big grin.\n\n\"Let me go!\" he says insistently.\n\n\"You know I can't do that!\" you exclaim as you lean in and snuggle him.\n\n\"Please don't!\"\n\nIt's time for some more fun. You begin teasing the sides of his belly, and he writhes around the bed like an earthworm on a hook. You trace your fingers slowly around his navel and to his chest as you tickle him.\nHe's screaming and you're giggling away. You hate to admit, but you're kind of enjoying the fact that you get to break him in. He doesn't know it yet, but you'll soon become his entire life. He doesn't have a choice in the matter. It's all sick and twisted, but it's reality.\n\nEventually you tickle him to the point of passing out. After he does, you pull up some covers for him and give him a kiss good night. You then quietly let yourself out of the room and lock the door behind you.\n\nYou walk down to the living room and find Daddy watching TV. He smiles as you enter the room. \"How did it go?\"\n\n\"We had lotsa fun. He fell asleep from laughing too hard though, so i tucked him in.\"\n\n\"Ahh, good boy. You know, it's bedtime for you too.\"\n\nYou nod. \"I know.\"\n\n\"Go on, get to bed now.\"\n\nYou obey, walking up the stairs as Daddy walks behind you. You both climb into his bed and cuddle as you drift off to sleep together.\n\n\"Good night, kiddo.\"\n\n\"Good night, Daddy.\"\n\nThe next morning, you hear crying from the basement. You sit up in bed and stretch, before getting out of bed. You walk to the top of the stairs and look down. You can't see anything, but you can hear sobs and pleas for help.\nYou decide to go down to the basement and check on Rudy. You walk down the stairs and flick the light switch on. You blink as your eyes adjust to the bright lights.\n\nAs you near the crib, Rudy pleads at you to be let out of the crib, that he had to pee badly. You tsk at him and shake your head, telling him to go in his diaper like a good toddler. You watch as he struggles against the restraints, sobbing pathetically.\n\n\"You can go in your diaper or I can give you some encouragement.\" You taunt as you wiggle your fingers at him.\n\nRudy continues to struggle, before he eventually just gives up and resigns himself to his fate and wets himself voluntarily.\n\n\"That's a good baby brother.\" You pat him on the head condescendingly as you release him from the crib.\n\nRudy stands up from the crib and looks at himself.\n\n\"So when do I get a d-d-diaper change, then?\" He asks self-consciously.\n\n\"Whenever Daddy gets around to it.\" You reply, not looking at him. \"Now let's go check on breakfast.\"\n\nHe meekly follows behind you up the stairs into the ground floor hallway. There, you can smell toast and eggs cooking away. You smile happily. Your stomach grumbles at the delicious smells. You enter the kitchen and see daddy putting the finishing touches on some scrambled eggs. Rudy wipes the last of his tears away as he toddles into the kitchen after you.\n\n\"Good morning, Daddy!\" You say happily.\n\nHe turns and smiles at you. He looks at you both and smiles.\n\nYou motion Rudy toward the second highchair next to yours. He meekly takes a seat.\n\n\"Now, I expect both my boys to eat all their breakfast.\" He looks down at Rudy seriously, then smiles reassuringly. He helps you up into your highchair and puts the trays on both of your seats. He turns around for a moment to procure your breakfast and sets it in front of you both at the same time. He hands you a small plastic baby spoon to eat with, while proceeding to spoonfeed Rudy. Your new baby brother protests half-heartedly as he's crammed food into his mouth, then forced to swallow.  You look at the delicious breakfast food in front of you. You eagerly start stuffing eggs, bacon, and buttered toast into your mouth. Daddy finishes feeding Rudy and takes the empty tray away.\n\nWhen you're both finished, Rudy is full to bursting and you're feeling full yourself. As daddy lets you both out of your highchairs, you pad over to the fridge and grab two bottles of apple juice for you and Rudy to sip on throughout the morning. Rudy glares disapprovingly at the liquid, not wanting to ingest anything else in the near future. You grab him by his free hand and pull him into the living room behind you. You both sit on the couch and watch cartoons for a while.\n\nAfter an hour and a half of this, Daddy comes in and announces it's time to change your diapers. You both stand up and follow him to his bedroom, diapers sloshing and squishing with each step. You climb into the bed and he changes both your diapers with professional precision. He powders your crotches, then tapes you up snugly and efficiently.\n\nRudy is squirming the whole time, still not used to wearing diapers. Let alone using them. You on the other hand, love it.\n\nAfter he's done diapered you both, he opens his top dresser drawer and takes out two outfits. Both are babyish and humiliating in their own right. The one intended for Rudy is a powder blue jumper with a big yellow duck on the front. For you, it's an orange t-shirt with a cartoon cat on it and the words \"kitty cat\" beneath it in purple letters.\nRudy complains about the lack of pants as daddy is putting on your socks, but he ignores him. He pulls the socks up to your knees, then slides your feet into a pair of yellow slippers. He does the same for Rudy, who gets blue slippers.\n\nHe picks both of you up and carries you both back to the living room.\n\n\"Now you two play together until lunch time, I have some errands to run.\" He says, kissing your forehead before putting you both down.\n\nYou'll be alone with Rudy for the time being, which excites you. You can't wait to show him what a good time it is living here.\n\n\"So, do you want to watch more cartoons with me?\" You ask.\n\nHe shakes his head. \"No, I want to go home.\"\n\n\"This is your new home now.\" You reply as you turn the TV on.\n\nHe shakes his head again, this time more determinedly.\n\n\"I want my mom.\" He says in a quiet voice.\n\nYou turn to him, a frown on your face.\n\n\"You can't say stuff like that.\" You dejectedly say.\n\nHe notices your expression, and his own becomes more worried.\n\n\"Why...Why are you looking at me like that?\"\n\nYou don't answer verbally, instead just slowly walking towards him.\n\n\"I have no choice. I have to help you accept it.\" You say reassuringly.\n\nHe backs away from you, still not sure of what's going on.\n\n\"N...No. Stop! Help! Help!\" He screams as you grab his arm.\n\nYou'll show him what real pleasure is.\n\nYou grab his wrist and pin it above his head, bringing your face closer to his.\n\n\"Be good, Rudy.\" You command, then kiss him on the lips. He tries to back away, but he's pinned between you and the couch. You continue to make out with him  in front of the TV. He eventually stops squirming as hard and resigns himself. He's completely inept when it comes to this.\n\nHe tries to kiss back a few times, but fails epically. You doubt he knows what he's doing. Though you need to remind yourself that he's only 6.\n\nEventually, you stop to take a breather. You stare into his eyes, which are just filled with fear and confusion. This is like taking bites out of honey coated bread, it's too sweet to stop.\n\n\"Do you like this?\" You ask.\n\n\"No.\" He says, a bit of anger in his voice.\n\nHis resistance only makes you want to do it more.\n\n\"Good.\"\n\nAs you begin to grind your now wet diaper against Rudy's, his cries for help and his struggles to escape only make you go faster.\n\nNeither of you can cum, but that doesn't mean you don't have fun.\n\nYour breath quickens as your chaos and lust grows inside you.\n\n\"No! Stop please! Help!\"\n\nYou ignore his pleas and continue using him like a sex toy.\n\n\"No! Someone help!\"\n\nHis rough voice and the smell of his tears is just making you hornier.\n\n\"Stop! Help! Someone help!\" You cut him off by forcefully making out with him again.\n\nThis apprehension is exhausting your patience. You wish he'd just accept his new life a little faster.\n\nEven as you think this, you stop kissing him and just grab his wrist again.\n\n\"If you settle down now, this can be over faster.\" You threaten. He begins to settle down.\n\n\"Good boy.\" \n\nYou continue to grind your cock against him through your diaper. He stops struggling. The fear has turned into something else now.\n\nHe's beginning to learn what sex feels like. He must be learning quite quickly. You feel his boner through the thick fabric of his diaper. It's a cute size for a 6 year old.\n\nYou're both beginning to lose yourselves in the moment. You're enjoying yourself so much, you almost don't care that you're going pretty slow. You're taking your time and enjoying the feel of it all.\n\nHis whimpers are changing into shallow breaths. His breath is tickling your ear. It feels weird. But not a bad kind of weird. The funny kind of weird. A good weird.\n\nYou start to feel something else. Despite your puberty blockers preventing you from cumming, you feel an orgasm building up. It grows and grows and you feel yourself losing control over it. You try to hold it back, but you can't.\n\"I'm....I'm gonna...\" \n\nYou have a pathetically weak orgasm as Rudy ruts beneath you. The smell of your dirty diapers and the feel of his boner beneath you push you over the edge.\n\nYou moan in pleasure as Rudy has a dry orgasm soon after you.\n\nYou lean back, completely spent.\n\nRudy lays on top of you, defeated. You just lay there trying to catch your breath.\n\n\"You did good...hhaha....that was pretty fun.....yeah...\"\n\n\"What happened-d to us?\" Rudy moans.\n\nYou sit up.\n\n\"We're friends, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah....\"\n\n\"Well, that's what friends do.\" You explain to him.\n\nHe's not so sure, but he goes along with it. He's too tired to think straight.\n\n\"Mhm...friends...\" \n\nHe drifts off to sleep. You're still rather horny though. You can never be fully satisfied. You lean back and begin to rub your crotch through the wet fabric of your soaked diapers. It takes a while, but soon you're drifting off.\nFinally, after a long day, you're able to rest.\n\nWhen you wake up, Rudy isn't beside you.\n\n\"Rudy?\"\n\nHe's nowhere to be found. You panic and quickly get up. You begin to look around for him.\n\nYou run around the room shouting his name.\n\nSuddenly you hear some noise from the basement. You run downstairs and look around.\n\n\"Rudy?\"\n\nThen, you hear a whimpering from the back of the room. You walk over to the source of the noise.\n\nHe's trying and failing to insert the dildo you showed him earlier. His ass is red from excessive use and his crotch area is covered with cum. He looks up at you with a mix of pain and pleasure on his face.\n\nIt's like he's gone completely feral.\n\n\"Buzzy t-t-toy butt now...\" He begs you, his eyes tearing up.\n\nYou stare at his asshole, which is twitching and you take the dildo in hand. It's covered in crap, but he doesn't care. He just wants it in his ass. You don't care about that either, as you're into how filthy he is. He's a whore.\n\nYou press the tip of the dildo against his butthole and slowly begin to push it inward.\n\nHis cock leaks from the stimulation and you push it in even further. He winces as he's stretched, but he continues to beg for more.\n\nYou slide it further and further in, until it's all the way in.\n\n\"There we go...how does it feel?\"\n\n\"...uhn....uhh...\" He moans stupidly.\n\nYou slide it in and out of his asshole slowly. He's not the only one who's stupid with lust. You reach down and grope the front of your hefty diaper, as you've become incredibly horny again.\n\nYou stroke your cock through the thick padding as you fuck his ass with the dildo.\n\nDaddy hears the commotion as he arrives home and comes downstairs to investigate.\n\nYou turn your head to find him staring at the two of you.\n\n\"Whoa.\" He says, smiling. \"Looks like someone's having a fun day.\"\n\n\"Daddy, look! Rudy is finally using his buzzy toy!\" You say with a giggle.\n\n\"Looks like it. He's being a good boy and using it like I showed him.\n\nRudy is still writhing in pleasure and squealing as you speak to daddy, his words unintelligible as he humps the air in front of him.\n\n\"I'll have to buy him some new toys, I don't think I've ever seen him enjoy anything as much as this. So, you having fun, too ?\"\n\n\"Mmhm. I'm having lots of fun, daddy.\" You say, continuing to pump the toy in and out of his ass as he writhes.\n\"Good boy. You two look so cute. It's almost a shame that little Rudy had to lose his mind like that, but I guess it's more fun this way, no?\"\n\n\"Uh-huh! It's more fun when you're cute and silly!\"\n\n\"That's right, baby. Well I'm going to relax for a little while. Finish up and then strap him down in the crib when you're done, ok?\"\n\n\"Ok, daddy!\"\n\nHe kisses you goodbye and heads upstairs to relax.\n\nYou turn your attention back to Rudy, who is whining and whimpering pathetically and sounds close to tears again.\n\n\"Let's be quiet, now, like a good boy. I'll help you finish, then we have to put you to bed for the night.\"\n\nYou continue to pump the toy in and out of his ass as quickly as you can, as the moans and squeals emanating from him get louder and louder.\n\nFinally, his cock twitches and starts leaking cum as he begins to moan loudly. You continue to fuck him as he squirts several times, his legs kicking as he loses control of his muscles.\n\nHe's drooling and babbling by the time he's finished, and you ease the dildo out of his ass. You take his shirt off and wipe him clean with it, then you carry him over to his crib and strap him in. He tries to continue fucking the air, but it's futile. He won't be able to simulate himself. You reach under the crib and pull out a diaper, placing it under him. As he wiggles and kicks, you tape the diaper in place and give it a pat. Next, you put a pair of socks on him and pull up his covers tight. He can't move at all, but you can still see him bucking his hips, trying to hump the air. It's adorable.\n\n\"Goodnight, retard.\" You whisper, turning off the light.\n\nYou leave him to his retarded shenanigans and head up to the first floor, where you find your daddy watching TV and laying on the couch.\n\nYou pad over to him and throw yourself into a hug, which he naturally returns.\n\n\"How's my little boy?\" He asks, giving you a squeeze.\n\nYou snuggle into his chest, inhaling his scent. \"Good!\" You say, smiling. \"I missed you, daddy.\"\n\nYou turn and look at him from your position, reaching up to caress his face.\n\nYou lean in and start making out with him, grinding your soaked diaper against his thigh. He grabs your head and forces you into a deep, passion-filled kiss. You moan into his mouth as he grabs you and flips you over, pinning you to the carpet.\n\nOnce you're flat on your back, he reaches down and takes off one of his socks then puts it over your nose as he molests the front of your diaper. You moan in a mix of pleasure and disgust as he pleasures your hardening dick. You squirm around, wiggling as you grind into his hand.\n\nAfter you're hard, he takes your diaper off and fingers your ass while he smears the sock over your face, covering it with his sweaty, smelly foot-odor. You gasp for air through your nostrils as he fucks you harder, making you snort the smell into your brain.\n\nThe rest of the night is a blur. He cums inside you and you go to bed feeling full.\n\nThe next morning, you wake up late. It's already lunch time, and you waddle down from the bedroom to find daddy feeding Rudy, who is bound tightly in his highchair. Daddy smiles at you. \"You hungry, little man?\"\n\nYou nod eagerly. He strokes your head then puts you in your own highchair. You look over and notice that daddy was feeding Rudy jars of baby food. There are at least 7 empty jars on the counter, meaning that the bowl on Rudy's tray is a mixture of several different flavors. It looks absolutely revolting, and your stomach churns just by the smell.\n\n\"Here.\" Daddy says, putting a bowl of peaches and yogurt in front of you. As you eat your own food, you watch Rudy make a mess trying to eat the jarred food and drink his milk, his nose scrunched up in distaste. You giggle a bit at the sight, then go back to eating.\n\nOnce you're all finished eating, you gather in the living room to watch tv. You sit on the floor and lean against the couch as you watch a movie. You're quickly drawn into it, as it has many car chases and gunfights in it, making it very exciting to watch.\n\nWhile the movie plays, Rudy is distracted by some basic toys on the ground. He plays with them for a bit, then seems to get bored and crawls under the coffee table. Once there, he begins to play with your feet, stroking them softly. You ignore it for the most part, but as he begins to rub your feet, you begin to make little squeaks of pleasure while still trying to focus on the movie.\n\nHe's rubbing his face against your socks, sniffing them and basking in your musk. That scent is intoxicating to him, and he gets a little dizzy every time he inhales. You still feel a little bad about making him like this, but it's really too hot for you to care that much. Rudy is totally debased and you're enjoying every minute watching him aimlessly tard around for your amusement.\n\nYou watch him for a bit, and it seems like he's pleasuring himself under the table. You're having a hard time focusing on the movie, and daddy seems to be feigning ignorance to the situation; letting it continue.\n\nYou start to get a little bored, and decide to have some fun with the younger boy.\n\n\"Can you pass me the remote?\"\n\nDaddy gives it to you and you change the channel to some baby show. \"Time to dance, Rudy!\" You exclaim. Rudy scrambles to his feet and jumps around excitedly. He begins jumping and spinning and doing all sorts of other silly things. It's really funny to watch, because he seems to be in muppety mode.\n\n\"Bunny!\"\n\nThe music is playing from the show and he's dancing right along. He looks absolutely depraved as he begins to strip. His shirt is thrown aside. He's just in his socks and diaper, and you laugh, which encourages him to keep dancing.\n\n\"Looking good there, Rudy,\" you say, complemented by the laughter of the narrator.\n\nHe looks at you, smiles a toothy grin and wiggles his bottom at you. He's enjoying this newfound attention.\nWhile this is happening, you can feel daddy getting hard under your bottom. You are, too. It's like you're all magnets being drawn to each other. He begins grinding into you from below, and you grind back.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>You are Max. You are a young boy who has just been kidnapped. Your captor has blindfolded you and gagged you. <br /><br />You sit in fear inside the trunk of the kidnapper&#039;s car as you await your fate. You feel the movements of the car as you are driven through town. Finally the car stops and the trunk opens. The kidnapper pulls you out and discreetly carries you into his house. He locks the door behind him and then he begins to fondle you sexually while whispering dirty words in your ear. <br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re really cute. I&#039;m going to have lots of fun with you.&quot;<br /><br />You cower before the man as you finally recognize him as Liam, your neighbor from a few houses down the street. He looks a bit different from when you last saw him. His eyes, which were once kind and caring, are now cold and predatory.<br /><br />You grab his hand and attempt to stop him from touching you, but he is too strong and he wraps both arms around you and carries you&nbsp;&nbsp;to the bedroom in his house. He throws you on the bed and ties your arms and legs to each corner. You&#039;re stuck spread-eagled on the bed, feeling vulnerable and helpless.<br /><br />You look to the sides of the room, trying to find a way out. You notice a large window on one side and a wardrobe on the other.<br /><br />&quot;Don&#039;t bother trying to escape, I&#039;ve thought of everything,&quot; he says while staring at your helpless body.<br />He begins to touch you.<br /><br />You recoil against his touch, but you&#039;re unable to do anything besides cry out.<br /><br />He grabs your pants and begins to unzip them.<br /><br />&quot;Stop please,&quot; you cry.<br /><br />He ignores your pleas for mercy and pulls down your pants. He then notices your underwear, which are thick padded training underwear.<br /><br />&quot;Ha ha. I bet you&#039;re still potty training, aren&#039;t you?&quot;<br /><br />He begins to use his hands to fondle your genitals. Despite yourself, a small involuntary reaction causes your penis to become erect.<br /><br />You moan behind your whimpers, revealing how sensitive you are down there.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re enjoying this, aren&#039;t you?&quot; he says with a smile.<br /><br />He continues to fondle you and eventually pulls down your underwear. You feel ashamed as he stares at your genitals.<br /><br />You are only half erect since you&#039;re so young.&nbsp;&nbsp;You&#039;re also dry, which means you&#039;re not very excited.<br /><br />Liam sticks a finger in your butt hole. It hurts a lot, but you don&#039;t cry out.<br /><br />This is the most scared you&#039;ve ever been. You can barely cry at this point.<br /><br />He puts his face right up to your genitals and takes a deep sniff.<br /><br />&quot;Hmm, you do smell nice. I&#039;m going to enjoy this.&quot;<br /><br />He begins to suck on your half erect penis.<br /><br />You throw your head backward and cry out in both pleasure and fear.<br /><br />Despite yourself, you become fully erect in his mouth. It is the first time you&#039;ve ever been horny.<br /><br />Liam takes off your underwear and then begins to lick your testicles.<br /><br />Liam&#039;s tongue feels soft and warm against your privates. It feels nice, but you&#039;re also scared out of your mind.<br /><br />He begins to lick your penis up and down. He then takes the tip into his mouth and begins to massage your testicles.<br /><br />You&#039;re in no position to cum, and you can&#039;t even produce semen yet due to your young age.<br />He suddenly stops.<br /><br />&quot;I have to go do something. I&#039;ll be back in a little bit. Don&#039;t go anywhere.&quot;<br /><br />He leaves the room and locks the door behind him.<br /><br />In his absence, you struggle madly against your restraints. The rope burns your wrists as you struggle, but the knots don&#039;t give at all. You&#039;re stuck.<br /><br />Soon, you begin to cry again. You&#039;re helpless and scared. You wonder if you&#039;ll ever see your family again.<br /><br />After a short time, Liam returns with a few items in hand. The first item is a plastic package full of baby diapers. The other item is a full laundry basket.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m going to put you in diapers now. I&#039;m sorry, but I can&#039;t have you ruining my furniture.&quot;<br />He grabs your ankles and yanks them upward.<br /><br />You panic. Surely he doesn&#039;t intend for you to use these diapers. He removes a diaper from the packaging. The diaper has pictures of Barney the Dinosaur printed all over it. You feel the softness of the diaper as he slides it under your bottom. He spreads your legs and slides the front of the diaper between your legs. He tapes it tightly around your crotch. You can feel the thick padding pressing against your genitals as he tapes it closed.<br /><br />Next, he cuts off your shirt with a pair of scissors. Your bare chest is cold, and the indignities didn&#039;t stop there. Liam then unties your shoes and removes them one by one, leaving you in just diapers and socks.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re going to stay here for a while. Enjoy your new diadees.&quot;<br /><br />With that, he closes the door behind him. You hear a deadbolt lock in place.<br /><br />After thrashing around in your bondage some more, you resign yourself to your fate. You wonder how long you&#039;ll be kept here and what he has in store for you.<br /><br />You try to get comfortable in your restraining straps. You can&#039;t help but notice that your diaper is very warm and crinkly.<br /><br />You move your legs as much as you are able, but each movement causes the diaper to crinkle. You&#039;re utterly humiliated.<br /><br />This is so disgusting. You just wish someone would save you.<br /><br />You wish your Mommy or Daddy would save you.<br /><br />After a short time, you doze off...<br /><br />Some time later, Liam wakes you by coming in the room again. He has with him a baby bottle full of a thick sticky liquid.<br /><br />&quot;Good evening, my little prince. I have your dinner.&quot;<br /><br />His voice is sickeningly sweet. It&#039;s obvious he&#039;s trying to act kind for his own twisted reasons. You hate him.<br /><br />He sits next to you on the bed and pets your hair as he brings the bottle closer to your mouth. The smell is salty and sour. You turn your head and plug your nose. He smiles and rubs your cheeks, forcing your mouth open.<br /><br />&quot;Come on, baby. It&#039;s time for dinner.&quot;<br /><br />He pours the thick liquid into your mouth.<br /><br />The taste is unspeakable. You try to spit it out, but he squeezes your cheeks together, forcing you to swallow the foul mixture.<br /><br />You begin to cry. He strokes your hair and whispers in your ear.<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s a good boy. Drink up Daddy&#039;s milk.&quot;<br /><br />He finishes the bottle, making sure you&#039;ve swallowed every last drop, then sets it on the floor.<br /><br />The vile contents of the bottle contained several drugs. You feel yourself begin to fall asleep as Liam unties your bindings. He carries you out of his bedroom as you go unconscious.<br /><br />You wake up still in your diaper. It&#039;s sagging a bit, as you&#039;ve filled it quite a bit since last night. You look around and see that you&#039;re in a small room with exposed wood beams in the ceiling.<br /><br />You are groggy from the drug cocktail which sedated you last night. You almost don&#039;t notice how wet your diaper is. Almost.<br /><br />You spend the next few moments wallowing in self-pity and hatred. You were kidnapped, drugged, and forced to drink who-knows-what last night.<br /><br />You feel so violated. And now you don&#039;t even know where you are. It seems to be some kind of basement, as there are no windows. It&#039;s just you, your dirty diaper, and the musty air.<br /><br />You wonder if you should make noise to try to get someone&#039;s attention. You don&#039;t know who has you or what they want. Will making noise anger them?<br /><br />You decide you try calling out.<br /><br />&quot;Hello!&quot; you say.<br /><br />Your voice echoes throughout the room.<br /><br />&quot;Is someone there?&quot;<br /><br />You hear a creaking noise. You don&#039;t know if someone heard you or not.<br /><br />It&#039;s been at least five minutes.<br /><br />The door to the room opens and reveals Liam. He&#039;s wearing a brown leather jacket and looks incredibly smug.<br />&quot;Hello, baby.&quot;<br /><br />He enters the room and closes the door behind him.<br /><br />&quot;Did you miss me?&quot;<br /><br />He sits next to you and pets your head.<br /><br />&quot;Change me out of this right now.&quot; You demand.<br /><br />&quot;Not yet, baby. First, we need to play a little game.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not playing any games with you.&quot;<br /><br />He stands up and gets in your face. Your noses just inches apart.<br /><br />You butt heads with him, and he recoils in pain. He grabs you by the hands. Your faces only an inch apart. You can feel his hot, sticky breath on your face.<br /><br />&quot;You will play this game.&quot; He says.<br /><br />He releases your arms and steps back.<br /><br />Liam sits down again and removes his heavy boots. Then, he pulls off his socks. The smell of his smelly, sweaty feet enters your nostrils. He grabs you by the back of the head and pushes your face into his raunchy socks.<br /><br />&quot;Smell.&quot;<br /><br />You struggle to pull away from the disgusting smell.<br /><br />&quot;Smell it, or else.&quot;<br /><br />You squirm to get free of his grasp but he only holds you in place.<br /><br />He begins rubbing your face in his socks while he laughs.<br /><br />This goes on as he baby-talks down at you. &quot;You like to smell Daddy&#039;s stinky sockies, don&#039;t you baby. Smell my sockies and you&#039;ll get a special treat.&quot;<br /><br />He forces you to smell his dirty socks.<br /><br />&quot;Say &#039;ahh&#039;.&quot;<br /><br />You open your mouth to breathe and he shoves his dirty, smelly sock into your mouth.<br /><br />You try to spit out his sock but he tapes it in place, leaving you unable to speak or breathe through your mouth.<br />You can only breathe through your nose. His smell is all you can smell. It&#039;s all around you. You try to hold your breath but after a few seconds, you have to breathe.<br /><br />He pins you down in your crib and continues teasing you as he fastens you into restraints. He tickles your ribs and stomach.<br /><br />You laugh and try to get away but the restraints won&#039;t allow you to escape his tickling.<br /><br />&quot;Say &#039;pwease, Daddy&#039;&quot;.<br /><br />He&#039;s mocking the fact that you can&#039;t currently speak.<br /><br />He tickles you more and more as you laugh and try to get away. You start to cry as he continues.<br /><br />He stops and wipes your tears away. He gives you a stern look, with his round, stubbly face.<br /><br />&quot;We&#039;re all done for now, baby. Now take a break and enjoy my socks for a while.&quot; He teases you.<br /><br />You try to protest again, but the only thing that escapes your mouth is heavy, ragged breaths and whimpers.<br />He laughs and walks out of the room, leaving you in the darkness.<br /><br />You pull at your restraints and try to escape the horrid stench of Liam&#039;s socks, but it&#039;s no use.<br /><br />Although your eyes are now adjusted to the darkness, you can&#039;t see anything but the socks in front of your face. It&#039;s too awful, too disgusting.<br /><br />&quot;Please... somebody help me.&quot;<br /><br />But nobody came. And nobody ever will.<br /><br />The smell is all around you. You can&#039;t escape it. It&#039;s been an hour and you&#039;re still trapped in the darkness, alone with the smell.<br /><br />You begin to cry again as the smell consumes you.<br /><br />Later, Liam returns.<br /><br />&quot;Have you learned your lesson yet?&quot;<br /><br />You try to speak, but can&#039;t. All you can do is whimper and cry.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll take that as a &#039;no&#039;.&quot;<br /><br />He decides to torment you some more. Liam reaches down and tickles your socked feet. You laugh and try to escape, but can&#039;t. He continues as you laugh.<br /><br />&quot;You know,&quot; he says. &quot;I could keep this up all night. And the more you laugh... the longer you&#039;ll have to suffer.&quot;<br />You think about that. All night. You&#039;d lose your mind.<br /><br />Despite what you think, he continues tickling you.<br /><br />You laugh and laugh as the tears stream down your face. He finds this hilarious and won&#039;t stop. He tickles your armpits, pits, ribs, belly button... everywhere.<br /><br />Your will is broken by this point, and you don&#039;t even struggle anymore. You&#039;ve laughed so hard that you can&#039;t even breath.<br /><br />He continues to laugh at you as he keeps tickling you. He doesn&#039;t seem like he&#039;ll stop any time soon...<br /><br />Your young virgin body is soft against his fingers, and he&#039;s getting horny from torturing you.<br /><br />He wants to do more than just tickle you.<br /><br />He leans in close to you, and begins licking your body.<br /><br />You&#039;re helpless as he licks every part of your sweaty body.<br /><br />His tongue tickles even more than his fingers on certain parts of your body.<br /><br />It&#039;s a wet and sloppy torture session.<br /><br />He decides to stop for a moment and take your diaper off, which is soaked to the point of leaking.<br /><br />He opens your diaper to find a semi-erection.<br /><br />&quot;Heh, looks like you&#039;re enjoying this.&quot;<br /><br />You blush even in the darkness.<br /><br />Liam grabs your cock and begins to pull slowly.<br /><br />Your prepubescent cock grows even more as he strokes it.<br /><br />He moves his mouth next to your ear and whispers, &quot;Do you like this?&quot;<br /><br />You can&#039;t help but moan in response.<br /><br />&quot;Tell me how much you love this.&quot;<br /><br />You moan harder though your sock gag.<br /><br />His hand moves faster.<br /><br />You&#039;re about to have your first orgasm.<br /><br />Liam decides to speed up and smiling as you have an orgasm.<br /><br />&quot;How was that?&quot; he asks. &quot;I bet it felt pretty good.&quot;<br /><br />Despite nothing coming out of your penis, you have an explosive dry orgasm. Your tiny testicles contract and you moan loudly, despite yourself.<br /><br />&quot;Well, I guess you enjoyed that.&quot;<br /><br />He opens his pants and takes out his cock.<br /><br />You don&#039;t know what to expect next as Liam approaches your butt with his cock. Is he going to put it inside?<br /><br />He begins to rub his dick on your hole as you feel it penetrate you. It&#039;s a very odd sensation as he slides in and out of you.<br /><br />You start to moan as he thrusts.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re such a cute little baby fuck toy.&quot;<br /><br />He&#039;s enjoying every moment of this as you are.<br /><br />&quot;Time to make the baby juice... come.&quot;<br /><br />You have another orgasm, this one more powerful than the last as he reaches his.<br /><br />He stays inside you for a minute, his dick throbbing.<br /><br />&quot;Wow, you made a lot.&quot;<br /><br />He slowly pulls it out of you, a little more juice leaking out.<br /><br />He stands up and looks at it. It&#039;s like a faucet.<br /><br />Once you got started cumming, your balls have been working overtime to produce as much as they can.<br />&quot;They must be practically empty... I think I used them all up.&quot;<br /><br />Liam takes off your gag and begins untying you.<br /><br />Exhausted, you lay there as he tapes your wet diaper back on you.<br /><br />&quot;You did great, baby. I&#039;ll take you up stairs so you can sleep it off.&quot;<br /><br />He carries you up to his bed, and puts you in it.<br /><br />&quot;Goodnight, little one.&quot;<br /><br />You don&#039;t know if you&#039;re losing your mind, or if you actually enjoyed yourself.<br /><br />But either way, you&#039;re too tired to care.<br /><br />He soon after climbs into bed with you and you cuddle together while you sleep in his arms.<br /><br />Morning comes, and you wake up to find yourself still in his bed.<br /><br />You have no idea what time it is or how long you were asleep for.<br /><br />You look to your side to see that he&#039;s not in the bed.<br /><br />Thoughts of escape cross your mind as you slowly sit up in bed.<br /><br />You begin to panic as you hear him coming back up the steps.<br /><br />He walks in and smiles when he sees that you&#039;re awake.<br /><br />&quot;Good morning, kiddo.&quot;<br /><br />He has a bowl of your favorite cereal in his hands.<br /><br />He sits on the side of the bed and pats beside him, indicating you should sit beside him.<br /><br />You do so without saying anything as he puts the bowl in your lap.<br /><br />Your muscles are still sore from last night and you struggle to hold the bowl steady.<br /><br />&quot;You wore yourself out last night,&quot; he says, smiling. &quot;I&#039;m not surprised you&#039;re sore.&quot;<br /><br />He puts his arm around you and gives you a squeeze.<br /><br />You still don&#039;t know what to make of the situation. Aren&#039;t kidnappers supposed to be mean to you the whole time you&#039;re stuck with them?<br /><br />&quot;I wasn&#039;t sure what you&#039;d want for breakfast, so I got you your favorite.&quot;<br /><br />He points to the bowl. Marshmallow cereal with little marshmallows and bits of apple. Your mouth waters just looking at it.<br /><br />The last food he gave you was drugged, so you look at the bowl nervously.<br /><br />He picks up on this and chuckles.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s ok, it&#039;s just your favorite.&quot;<br /><br />You pick up the spoon and slowly take a bite of the cereal, chewy bits and all.<br /><br />It tastes just like it does at home, and you greedily help yourself to the remainder of the bowl, finishing it in just a few minutes.<br /><br />&quot;Umm, that was really good,&quot; you say, licking your lips.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m glad you liked it,&quot; he says, giving you a peck on the cheek.<br /><br />You blush and look away.<br /><br />&quot;Well, now that you&#039;re up, we can do something fun today.&quot;<br /><br />He stands and walks over to a chest at the foot of the bed.<br /><br />He pulls out your Nintendo Switch, which should have still been at your house and hands it to you. How did he get this? You don&#039;t care, you&#039;re just happy to see it.<br /><br />&quot;I went to your house yesterday and got a few of your favorite things.&quot;<br /><br />He pulls out some games and hands them to you.<br /><br />&quot;I got you these. I hope you don&#039;t mind.&quot;<br /><br />You look at the games. They&#039;re all Nintendo Switch games, and two of them are new releases that you wanted to get when they came out, but your parents never got them for you.<br /><br />Despite the events of last night, you&#039;re having thoughts that Liam might not be such a bad person.<br /><br />&quot;Thank you,&quot; you say, grabbing the games and putting them to the side so you can play them later.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re welcome. We can play them later. Right now, we&#039;re gonna take a shower.&quot;<br /><br />You hesitate. Does he mean for you both to bathe together? He must, but you still don&#039;t want to go anywhere with him until you know the details.<br /><br />&quot;Can&#039;t I take a bath by myself?&quot;<br /><br />He shakes his head.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;d like to be able to keep an eye on you.&quot;<br /><br />You roll your eyes. He&#039;s so overprotective. You stand reluctantly, and waddle toward the bathroom. Your soggy diaper crinkling with every step.<br /><br />You reach the bathroom door, and he puts his arm around you and leads you in. The bathroom is porcelain and tile, with a large bathtub, toilet, and sink.<br /><br />You daydream of taking a bath in such a large tub as Liam reaches for your diaper tapes.<br /><br />He pulls the tapes loose and slowly starts to pull your diaper down. Your heart beats faster as your butt becomes exposed.<br /><br />He turns aside and warms the shower up before reaching for you again.<br /><br />He lifts you into the tub and sits you on the ledge as he starts to take his clothes off.<br /><br />He&#039;s surprisingly well-built for a grown-up.<br /><br />As he steps into the shower, you notice his discarded socks laying on the floor. He sees you looking at them and says, &quot;I can tell what you&#039;re thinking. We&#039;ll get to that later. Right now, I want you to stay in the tub.&quot; You blush at the fact that he noticed you checking his socks out.<br /><br />He closes the shower curtain, and you turn your attention to the bathtub. It&#039;s a deep tub, which comes up to your chest. You&#039;re sitting on the ledge, which is on the upper-part of your chest.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll go first. Wanna help me scrub my back?&quot; he asks you. You think for a moment before agreeing. He gives you some soap and turns his back to you. You grab a cloth and drip some soap on it before scrubbing it on his back. &quot;Harder,&quot; he says. You comply, massaging the soap into his back.<br /><br />He moans with pleasure as you scrub him down.<br /><br />You decide to get a little revenge while he&#039;s washing his hair and not paying attention. You stop scrubbing and tickle at his sides, causing him to chuckle at you.<br /><br />He grabs your wrists and turns to face you, putting his body between your arms and your chest. You blush as he looks into your eyes. He bites his lip and smiles.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s your turn. Hand me the washcloth.&quot; he tells you. You comply and he starts by cleaning off your face, which still had a stain from the cereal you had for breakfast. He takes the rag and soaps it up before running it across your cheeks, nose, and forehead. He does the same for your neck and chest, spending a little more time than needed around your nipples.<br /><br />Finally, when he reaches your privates, you blush hotly. He finishes quickly for a mercy and continues toward your legs and feet. He slides his hands up your legs, rubbing gently.<br /><br />You jump as he rubs at your thighs and feel yourself getting a little excited. His hands are strong but gentle as he washes you.<br /><br />His attempts to scrub the bottoms of your feet are met with protestation. &quot;Hey, cut it out!&quot; you complain. He replies, &quot;It&#039;s payback for you trying to tickle me a few minutes ago.&quot; You try to squirm away, but he just grabs your feet and begins to scrub harder. He does this with a smile, but you can tell he&#039;s really enjoying it. You try to kick him, but he grabs your ankles and you&#039;re forced to endure it.<br /><br />Once he&#039;s done with your feet he says, &quot;Now that wasn&#039;t so bad, was it?&quot; He looks up at you with a smirk. You blush and look away. He stands up and hops out of the shower. He grabs a large, fluffy white towel from a rack and begins to dry off.<br /><br />You step out of the tub and wait for him to finish so he can dry you. Finally, he turns and holds the towel open for you. You step in and he wraps it around your body. You blush as he rubs the towel up against your chest and back down.<br /><br />Even being dried off tickles a little bit. He finishes by drying your hair and takes the towel off you with a peek-a-boo gesture. You look away as he giggles. He wraps the towel around his waist before opening the door and stepping out. You are led back to his bedroom where he sits you back on the bed. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of plain white jockey briefs and steps into them.<br /><br />You watch him the entire time, your eyes drawn to his exposed bottom. He catches you staring and smiles.<br />After he pulls on some shorts and a t-shirt, he attends to you. He opens a lower drawer in his dresser and removes another diaper, some powder, wipes, and lotion. He sets all of it on the bed beside you and you give him a look of betrayal. He just grins and shakes his head.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m not putting that thing on,&quot; you protest.<br /><br />He smiles and nods. &quot;We can do this the hard way, like last night if you&#039;d prefer.&quot;<br /><br />You sigh and resign yourself to fate. You lift your bottom off the bed enough to slide on the diaper. He pours some powder into the palm of his hand and rubs it around your privates and bottom. He finishes pulling the diaper up around your belly as you just lie there waiting for it to be over. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.<br /><br />He smiles and pats your diapered bottom. &quot;There we go, good job.&quot;<br /><br />He slides his finger into the leg band of the diaper and slides it back and forth gently.<br /><br />Again, he seems to be tickling you with nearly every action he takes. You blush deeply and try not to react, but the more he does it, the more you squirm. He smiles as he watches you fidget and blush.<br /><br />&quot;I took a few weeks off of work.&quot; he says, &quot;We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. But as I&#039;m sure you realize by now, I know much and more about you already.&quot;<br /><br />You bite your lip and try not to let the tears come. You sniffle a bit and sigh. He stops what he&#039;s doing and slides his arms around you, hugging you close.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m sorry.&quot; He reassures you.<br /><br />Yeah right. If he was really sorry, he&#039;d let you go home and own up to kidnapping you.<br /><br />&quot;I know you&#039;re scared and confused right now.&quot; he says, &quot;Just try to trust me. This new life will be much better than anything your old one could offer you.&quot;<br /><br />Your old life had the love of your mother and father. But you know you can&#039;t argue that point any longer without risking another round of questioning and manipulation, so you settle for calling him a heartless monster. He chuckles at that.<br /><br />&quot;Would a heartless monster let you play video games whenever you want? Would he let you take a shower? Would he know what your favorite cereal is?&quot;<br /><br />He has a point.<br /><br />You&#039;re losing your mind. If you knew what Stockholm syndrome was, you&#039;d think you had it. You don&#039;t know what to think of yourself. You feel gross for actually considering the things you&#039;ve been doing with him, and yet you can&#039;t help but feel a strange sense of comfort whenever he touches you.<br /><br />Your own father never cared what your favorite cereal was, and your mother didn&#039;t want you playing video games all day. He&#039;s the only one who seems to care. You miss them so much right now, but you don&#039;t know if it&#039;s because you truly want to go back to them or if it&#039;s just the idea of having someone care for you.<br /><br />You lean in and hug him tight, beginning to sob. He holds you close, stroking your hair and whispering that it&#039;s all going to be ok.<br /><br />You begin to calm down as the two of you just sit there and hold each other.<br /><br />&quot;How does this sound?&quot; he asks after some time. &quot;I&#039;ll care for you and love you like you&#039;re my entire world. The only cost is that you give yourself to me whenever i ask you to.&quot;<br /><br />You&#039;re quiet for a bit as you think. This is your chance. You could tell him to fuck off and try to escape. Maybe you&#039;d make it, maybe you wouldn&#039;t. Or...<br /><br />&quot;Deal.&quot; You whisper.<br /><br />He is elated. He wants to get started playing with you you right away. He stands back up and smiles at you as he opens the diaper drawer again and pulls out a baby onesie with an outer space design. You made a deal with him, so you hesitantly put your arms up and he slides it over your arms and head. You lay back on the bed and he snaps the buttons around your thick diaper, closing the onesie into place. He leans in and kisses your forehead and scoops you up. He carries you into the living room, where an assortment of plush toys awaits you in a play pen. He hands you your Nintendo Switch and sits down on the couch nearby.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll be here watching you while you play.&quot; He says.<br /><br />You begin to play Super Mario Odyssey as he sits nearby and watches you. You&#039;re having a great time.<br />He turns on a history show about ancient Rome and kicks up his socked feet near the edge of your play pen. You occasionally look up from your game to see his feet dangling there. Almost as if he&#039;s inviting you to smell them. You&#039;re a little too afraid to do so, however.<br /><br />You go back to playing. It&#039;s a great game, and you&#039;re enjoying it thoroughly. You smile as you watch Mario hop around the world, tossing his hat at bad guys.<br /><br />&quot;Do you want to smell my feet?&quot; He blurts out.<br /><br />You almost fall over from how suddenly he asked.<br /><br />&quot;I...er...erm...&quot; You stutter.<br /><br />Your brain is working in overdrive trying to think of an answer.<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re not saying no, so i think i know what we need to do.&quot; He demands. &quot;Get over here and sniff my socks.&quot;<br />He slowly lowers his feet down into the playpen with you. You look up at him and he&#039;s staring directly at you, waiting for you to move. You slowly inch your way over to him.<br /><br />Your erection is apparent, even under your diaper. He&#039;s aware of just how excited you are, and seems to be enjoying it. You reach out and grab his right foot, slowly bringing it up to your face. His sweaty stinky sock is only a few inches from your face as you begin to sniff.<br /><br />He curls his toes around your nose, rubbing his scent into your face. You breath it in and out as you try not to pass out from how strong it is. It&#039;s almost too much for you.<br /><br />&quot;Do you like that?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yes.&quot; you moan between breaths.<br /><br />&quot;Yes, what?&quot; he barks.<br /><br />&quot;Yes...Daddy.&quot;<br /><br />He smiles and continues to massage his big toe on your nose. You stare at it in a weird hypnotic trance, following it as it moves around your face before settling on your lips.<br /><br />You give his sole a smooch and continue huffing his musk through your nostrils. He pulls his foot away and moves it over to your lap, curling his toes around the crotch of your toddler diaper. He begins to rub back and forth, stimulating your tiny dick through the padding.<br /><br />This feels so wrong, yet so right at the same time. Your fledgling boyhood throbbing under your diaper. You let out a pleasured whimper as you squirm under his sole. He continues to rub as you begin to sweat profusely.<br />&quot;Does my baby boy like how that feels?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Please Daddy, don&#039;t stop.&quot; You moan.<br /><br />Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel yourself reaching a climax. Your baby batter begins to drip down into your diaper, as you moan out one last time.<br /><br />You collapse backward into your pile of plushies, feeling the warm afterglow. He pulls his foot away and sets it back on the floor. You look over at him and see him staring at you with a huge grin on his face. He looks down at you, and pulls you onto his lap to cuddle. You embrace him and remain snuggled into his chest while your erection subsides.<br /><br />&quot;How was that, baby?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;It was nice, Daddy.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Just nice?&quot; he asks. &quot;I guess I&#039;ll have to try harder next time.&quot;<br /><br />You giggle at his joke, and nuzzle your nose into his shoulder. He continues to hold you tightly as he reaches for the TV remote. You hear him flipping through the channels as he rubs your back and you snuggle deeper into his chest. You&#039;re never this calm and relaxed with your mom; she&#039;s never cuddly or affectionate. It&#039;s like he&#039;s your real parent, not her. This moment would be nearly perfect, except you start to feel a pressure building in your bottom.<br /><br />&quot;Daddy, I have to poop.&quot;<br /><br />He chuckles and pulls you in tighter, not intending to let you off his lap.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s just gas, baby. Sit still.&quot; He commands.<br /><br />You try to hold it, but the more you squirm and press into his chest, the more pressure you feel.<br /><br />&quot;Daddy, please! I have to go baaaaaad!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Shhh. It&#039;ll be ok, little guy.&quot; He whispers softly.<br /><br />You close your eyes and try to ignore the growing pressure in your rectum, but it only gets worse. You grit your teeth and groan as a soft turd trickles out of your bottom and into your diaper.<br /><br />It&#039;s noisy too. Between turds, you let out humiliating farts.&nbsp;&nbsp;It&#039;s all coming out and there&#039;s nothing you can do to stop it.<br /><br />You continue to squirm and grunt as the pressure finally ebbs.<br /><br />Daddy pretends not to notice the carnage in your diaper, but you know he can smell it.<br /><br />You rest your head against his chest and sigh, defeated. You are forced to sit in his lap until the end of the TV show. Finally, he pantomimes sniffing the air and coos, &quot;Pee Yew! Smells like someone had a poopy accident!&quot; You can&#039;t handle the embarrassment and bury your head in his chest.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s ok, little guy. Just let daddy take care of you, ok?&quot;<br /><br />You nod with tears forming in your eyes. He stands up and carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. He unhooks your arms from around his neck and takes a step back.<br /><br />&quot;Let&#039;s get my little champ out of that poopy diadee.&quot; He smirks as he leans toward you and unsnaps your onesie. You lift your bottom so he can pull it off of you. Pulling the onesie completely off over your head, he sets it aside and focuses on your diaper. He pulls the tapes off and opens the diaper revealing the mess inside. You&#039;re beet red&nbsp;&nbsp;from embarrassment.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s ok, little guy. It&#039;s just poop. That came out of you. It&#039;s nothing to be ashamed of.&quot; He reassures you. Grabbing the wipes and powder from the drawer, he sets to work cleaning your bottom. He rubs your belly and chest to soothe you as he wipes you down, making sure to get inside the crack. Maybe a little too deep you feel at times. You dangle your legs in the air waiting for him to finish, as he rolls up the soiled padding around the used wipes. He pulls out a fresh diaper as you think to yourself. Does he intend for you to just go from diaper to diaper? Never allowed to use the potty again? He slides the diaper under you and powders your privates. After rubbing the powder in, he tapes the diaper snugly in place and pats the front of it.<br /><br />You look up at him and see him smiling down at you.<br /><br />&quot;There we go! Good as new!&quot; He beams at you. You lay there waiting his instruction as he goes back to the drawer and pulls out a pair of white crew socks with red heel and toe marks and pulls them on your feet. He tickles you in the process, but pretends it&#039;s an accident. Lastly he gets a t-shirt from the drawer and puts it on you. It has a picture of a cartoon pair of socks on it. &quot;Who&#039;s Daddy&#039;s little sock monster?&quot; He asks in a sing-song voice. You just stare at him. He grins and gives you a big hug.<br /><br />&quot;Let&#039;s go!&quot; He beams as he picks you up in his arms and heads out of the room.<br /><br />You head back toward the living room where the TV is still on. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap. He flips through channels until he stops at a cooking show. He idly watches the show as he feeds you bits of cereal from a plastic bowl he gets from the end table.<br /><br />You&#039;re content with the situation for the moment. At least you didn&#039;t have to sit in your poopy diaper for very long. You start to get restless and daddy notices that you want to play. He puts the bowl of cereal on the table and stands you on the floor.<br /><br />&quot;Okay, little guy. Play time!&quot; He smiles down at you. &quot;I&#039;m the tickle monster and you have to run away from me!&quot; He crouches down on all fours and begins slowly creeping forward.<br /><br />You start to laugh as you take off running around the room.<br /><br />He does a decent job of keeping up with to you, and you&#039;re forced to keep a quick pace. Inevitably though, he catches up with you and pins you down, straddling your waist as his hands quickly reach for your armpits and you&#039;re helpless to escape.<br /><br />&quot;I GOTCHA!&quot; He exclaims as he begins tickling you.<br /><br />You try to squirm away, but he has you stuck under him with no way to escape. You squeal, &quot;Oh noooo! St-stoppit! Heeheehee! N-n-not my armpiiiiiiiiits!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m gonna get all your spots, little guy!&quot;<br /><br />Your laughter is infectious and he begins laughing along with you as he keeps tickling you. It isn&#039;t nearly as hard as he tickled you last night. He really is just playing with you this time. He relents after a short time prodding your chest, and leans in for a smooch on the forehead before getting up off of you.<br /><br />You smile up at him as he helps you back up. He picks you up and gives you a big squeeze in his arms. &quot;I love you so much, my little baby boy!&quot;<br /><br />You wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze back. &quot;I love you too, Daddy.&quot;<br /><br />He carries you into the kitchen where he sits you in your highchair and puts a bib on you.<br /><br />&quot;I think it&#039;s time for dinner, champ. You&#039;re gonna love what I&#039;ve got for you tonight. Mac and cheese!&quot; <br /><br />You get excited. It has been a while since you had that.<br /><br />He prepares your dinner swiftly, then brings you the bowl. He sits down in front of you and spoon feeds you the macaroni, much to your embarrassment.<br /><br />&quot;W-wait! I can do it myself!&quot; you protest as he places the spoon in your mouth.<br /><br />He chuckles, &quot;Sure you can, just let Daddy feed you.&quot; You sigh and accept the feeding.&nbsp;&nbsp;He chuckles again and kisses your forehead as he feeds you the rest of your dinner.<br /><br />You are stuffed after the feeding, but he insists on giving you some ice cream for dessert. It&#039;s your favorite, chocolate.<br /><br />You&#039;re positively bursting after dessert, and he gives your tummy a rubbing, cooing about how full you must be. He lifts you out of your highchair and carries you back to the living room. You sit in his lap some more and cuddle as you drift to sleep.<br /><br />&quot;I love you,&quot; he whispers in your ear as you enter dreamland.<br /><br />You wake up in the night to find yourself in a different position than when you fell asleep.<br /><br />You&#039;re back in your crib in the basement. You have a thick, heavy blanket over you, and you&#039;re swaddled in it. You can barely wiggle your arms and legs, but you&#039;re stuck. As you struggle to escape, you feel somewhat betrayed. All the nice things you did together and he still treats you like this.<br /><br />Your mind races as you hear the basement door open. You hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and they stop outside your crib. The blanket is thrown back, and you find yourself staring into the face of your kidnapper.<br />&quot;Hey there, little guy. Did you have a good nap?&quot;<br /><br />You remain silent. This can&#039;t be the same person you called &#039;daddy&#039;. But it is. In the dark, the voice is the same. <br />He reaches down and reassures you that it&#039;s doing to be ok. Removing your blanket, he picks you up out of the crib and carries you across the room to a strange looking chair. It is reclined and there are split leg rests. It has restraints buillt all over it, you warily notice. He sets you down and straps you in. First your head, then your arms and chest, finally your hips legs and ankles. There is no escaping bonds this tight.<br /><br />You&#039;re left in a seated position, legs spread and arms out to the side. Your kidnapper admires his work and rubs your inner thighs sensually. You&#039;re almost positive at this point that he&#039;s going to tickle torture you again. You plead with him, &quot;Please don&#039;t tickle torture me again! I&#039;ll do whatever you want! Please!&quot; Your pleas are met with callous silence as he starts rubbing the front of your diaper.<br /><br />The touch is arousing, and your traitorous cock begins to harden.<br /><br />With one hand he places one of his smelly socks over your nose, and with the other he&#039;s groping your soggy padding against your penis.<br /><br />You moan through the sock as you begin to get lost in the moment. The smell of his stinky smelly foot is overpowering and you take deep sniffs trying to get a chance to breathe.<br /><br />His musk is hypnotic. You absolutely can&#039;t get enough of it, and he knows it. He rubs his sock into your nose and increases the speed at which he&#039;s jerking you off. You begin to moan louder and louder as your arousal peaks and you climax into the soggy padding of your diaper.<br /><br />He finishes you off by taking the sock from your nose and shoving it into your mouth.<br /><br />&quot;After an orgasm, your skin is supposed to be much more sensitive to being tickled.&quot; He remarks. &quot;Let&#039;s put that to the test.&quot;<br /><br />Traitorous cock indeed. Your lust has had you play right into his plans. He begins to lightly graze his finger over your bare stomach and ribs and you explode into laughter. His face exhibits a huge grin as he looks down at you.<br />This sensation is unlike any other. It&#039;s intense tickling and the worst part is, you can&#039;t even move to get away from it! You laugh and laugh as he continues. Your face begins to turn red and tears begin to well up in your eyes.<br /><br />He explores all of your most sensitive spots; ribs, armpits, sides and of course your belly. There are no signs of him stopping, you can&#039;t catch your breath and eventually your mind is reduced to nothing but laughter.<br /><br />It&#039;s been 15 minutes and he hasn&#039;t stopped. You&#039;re coughing and spluttering as the tears roll down your face.<br />As he digs into your sides one more time, you finally lose consciousness. When you finally come to, you&#039;re laying in his bed again. You&#039;re wearing a clean diaper and a pair of footie pajamas and your limbs ache somewhat. He&#039;s laying next to you, asleep himself, and you think of how abruptly your days change from peaceful to chaotic and then back again. He feels you stirring from sleep and leans over to kiss you on the cheek. &quot;Hey there baby boy. I hope you had fun last night. I know i did.&quot; He whispers. You reply, mind still foggy, &quot;Not sure I&#039;d call it &#039;fun&#039; exactly. I didn&#039;t exactly have control over the situation...&quot; He cuts you off with a kiss and remarks &quot;Well that&#039;s why it&#039;s all the more fun.&quot;<br /><br />You will admit that since you were brought here, you&#039;ve felt ways you&#039;ve never felt before. You feel scared, and yet awakened in a sense. Your love for him seems to be growing too; no longer do you see him as someone scary who threatens your safety, but rather as a guiding hand leading you through the throes of passion and desire.<br /><br />The day continues as one might expect at this point. Daddy dresses you up in whatever childish clothes he fancies, you get fed childish foods, and play with childish toys and games. You are, for all intents and purposes, a toddler.<br /><br />You don&#039;t really have much say in the matter, although you don&#039;t even mind it anymore.<br /><br />It&#039;s easier than going to school and dealing with your classes and bullies. You&#039;re free from all responsibility now, except to making your daddy happy, which you&#039;re almost positive you can do by simply existing.<br /><br />One week passes, then another, and another.<br /><br />The sun always rises and sets; you sleep, wake, eat, and play whenever you want. And during the night, Daddy takes you to the basement to have his way with you. Any sane person would try to escape the torments he puts you through, but you seem to enjoy the attention he gives you... No, that&#039;s not right. You love it. You might even love him. Your daddy.<br /><br />Everything seems perfect. You feel safe and comfortable. You have food to eat, a bed to sleep in, and the love of an adult man...<br /><br />After weeks of similar treatment, one day something is different.<br /><br />It&#039;s a cold winter&#039;s night. You&#039;re curled up in bed, your feet tucked under a thick comforter. You briefly wake up from sleep to notice it&#039;s snowing outside. This excites you.<br /><br />It&#039;s the first snow of the year, and you ask your daddy if you can go outside and play in it in the morning. You&#039;re sort of worried he&#039;ll say no, he&#039;s told you many times how dangerous it would be to let you go outside. If anybody recognized you, Daddy would be arrested and taken away, and then you&#039;d be taken back to your boring old life.<br />But Daddy says yes.<br /><br />You&#039;re elated. But daddy has conditions. You have to bundle up to stay warm, but also to hide your body shape. You also have to keep your face covered with a scarf. You agree to it all, and can&#039;t wait for morning to come.<br />Morning comes, and you rush to prepare. Daddy puts you in a snowsuit with thick socks and boots, and a pair of mittens. You seem to almost be collapsing in on yourself from how much clothing you&#039;re wearing, but Daddy assures you it&#039;s all necessary.<br /><br />You go out side and play. There is about a foot of snow on the ground and you get to work making a snowman first. You roll the balls and pack the snow around them. Daddy helps you, making a pretty nice snowman given his lack of experience.<br /><br />Then after the snowman is finished, you decide to make a small igloo to keep you both warm. You pack the snow, Daddy helps when he can. It&#039;s very cold work and tiring. You both fall into the igloo and shiver while you let it harden more.<br /><br />You get an idea and scurry out of the igloo. You gather up some snow to make a rampart and hurry to make a few snowballs before daddy catches on to what your plan is. You hide the snowballs behind you and walk up to Daddy with a smile.<br /><br />&quot;I know a game we can play,&quot; you say to Daddy.<br /><br />&quot;Do you? What is it?<br /><br />You toss a snowball into his chest and duck behind your barricade.<br /><br />Daddy falls for it hook, line and sinker. He bends down and makes a snowball of his own to chuck at you.<br />It hits you square in the shoulder after you fail to get behind cover in time. You throw a snowball at him in revenge, and then all hell breaks loose.<br /><br />He catches the snowball and makes another one. Before you know it, you&#039;re both pelting each other with snowballs.<br /><br />It comes to an end though, when you get hit by a snowball and fall backwards, causing your hat and scarf to come loose and show your face. Daddy comes up to you with a sheepish look on his face.<br /><br />&quot;We have to go inside,&quot; He says.<br /><br />You nod silently in agreement.<br /><br />He hopes that nobody saw you out there, and he&#039;s unusually tense for a few hours after you come back in. He keeps looking out the window to see if anybody was walking up the snowy hill to your house. You&#039;re both surprised when nobody comes knocking. Either nobody saw you, or nobody cares.<br /><br />You&#039;re sitting around now in your diaper and sweatshirt, with a pair of fuzzy knee socks. Nice and warm. Daddy settles down after some time and returns to a somewhat normal demeanor. He asks you out you want some hot chocolate. You agree wholeheartedly.<br /><br />After getting hot chocolate, you sit down to watch a movie. It&#039;s pretty bad, but the hot chocolate is good.<br />Daddy doesn&#039;t take you to the basement that night, and you both fall asleep on the couch cuddling.<br /><br />You wake up the next morning in a different position, but still on the couch. You stand up and look around. Daddy&#039;s in the kitchen making himself coffee.<br /><br />Before you can walk into the kitchen, you notice a heft in the front of your diaper. You can&#039;t quite believe it, but you&#039;ve wet yourself in your sleep. <br /><br />You haven&#039;t wet the bed since you were four years old.<br /><br />You waddle into the kitchen and your Daddy looks at you with concern.<br /><br />&quot;Did you wet the bed, Max?&quot; he asks.<br /><br />You hang your head in shame and nod.<br /><br />&quot;Aww how sweet.&quot; He fawns over you. &quot;Don&#039;t worry about it, I&#039;ll change you soon.&quot;<br /><br />You&#039;re left with no choice but to sit through your breakfast with a sagging diaper.<br /><br />You have your usual scrambled eggs with cheese and some toast and jelly. For some reason, you&#039;re hungrier than usual and devour your food.<br /><br />Your ears perk up when you hear the doorbell ring. Daddy doesn&#039;t seem surprised though, as if he was expecting someone. He goes to answer the door and takes only moments to wrap up the conversation before dragging a package inside. You&#039;re relieved that it was only the mailman.<br /><br />The package is large, indicating that it could be furniture. Daddy lets you out of your highchair and invites you to open the box with him. You hop over to the box and tear into it, but when you open the flaps you&#039;re greeted by the sight of yet more diapers. There&#039;s something different about these ones though. They seem... bigger.<br /><br />You pick one up and examine it more closely. &quot;These are overnight diapers. I figured you could use some extra protection. Especially since it seems that you&#039;re a bedwetter now. I&#039;m glad i ordered these when i did.&quot;<br /><br />You feel your cheeks redden at the word &#039;bedwetter&#039;. You&#039;re too old to be a bedwetter, aren&#039;t you?<br /><br />&quot;Oh, and before I forget,&quot;<br /><br />Daddy reaches deeper into the box and pulls out a phial of clear liquid. &quot;I ordered some puberty blockers too. These will keep you from growing up too fast.&quot;<br /><br />You don&#039;t know what to say. On one hand, you could stay like this forever. On the other, there&#039;s the risk of side effects down the road.<br /><br />Frankly you&#039;re too young to know what any of this business entails, but you trust your daddy. He knows what&#039;s best for you and you decide to take the medicine.<br /><br />You reach out and take the phial from his hands and swallow it. The liquid tastes horrible but you manage to gulp it down after a fashion.<br /><br />Daddy looks at you with an expression of pride.<br /><br />You&#039;re his little boy forever now. He lays you down for a diaper change and hands you a bottle of milk to wash down the medicine.. Your soaked diaper is opened and you get wiped down with cold wet wipes. This was par for the course at this point, diaper changes being a normal part of your life. You&#039;re no longer embarrassed by it. <br /><br />Daddy, once your privates are clean, unfolds one of the new overnight diapers and slides it under you. You notice how much higher you are off the floor once the diaper is under your bottom. These are at least three times as thick as your normal ones. It feels like you&#039;re sitting on a pillow.<br /><br />The tapes of the diaper are really stretchy and they barely make any sound when he tapes them shut.<br /><br />All things considered, you actually like these diapers better. You sit up and hug Daddy tight, &quot;Thank you Daddy!&quot; You call out, expressing your sincere appreciation. He slides his hand around your back and pats you.<br /><br />&quot;Alright, I&#039;m going to hop in the shower now. I&#039;ll be out soon. Be a good boy and watch Barney until i get back.&quot;, He says as he lifts you into your play pen. You nod and watch as he walks off toward the master bathroom.<br />You turn your attention back to the TV where Barney is singing to you. You bounce up and down on your butt to the beat.<br /><br />Barney has become your favorite TV show since you started living here. Daddy puts it on for you whenever he leaves the room. He says it helps you develop your mind.<br /><br />You hear the shower turn on and know that daddy will be in there for a little while.<br /><br />You stand up with some difficulty considering the thick diaper you&#039;re wearing, and you begin to dance in place while you sing along with the TV.<br /><br />&quot;If all the raindrops were chocolate, oh what fun I would... haah... haah... haah...&quot; You sing.<br /><br />Daddy is longer in the shower than usual, but you don&#039;t mind. You&#039;re having too much fun.<br /><br />You hop up and down and wiggle around in your diaper until you finally hear the shower turn off.<br /><br />You get excited to see daddy again as you hear him leaving the bathroom. He comes in and picks you up. &quot;Well, somebody&#039;s having a happy morning!&quot;<br /><br />You giggle as he spins you around and plants a big kiss on your cheek. You ask if you can play video games now and he laughs and agrees, putting you down on the floor.<br /><br />You walk over to the entertainment center and get familiar with the controller. You&#039;ve played many times before.<br /><br />You and Daddy play Mario Party for a while, laughing and having fun. You&#039;re really, really happy.<br /><br />After a while, Daddy decides it&#039;s time for lunch. You eagerly agree, as you&#039;re incredibly hungry right now.<br /><br />Once lunch is finished, you get put down for your afternoon nap as usual. You&#039;re a little sad, since you don&#039;t want the fun to end, but you know that you need your rest.<br /><br />You drift off to sleep and have a dream about being in the hospital. You&#039;re in a room with several other kids. A man in a white coat is there, as well as a few people wearing masks.<br /><br />You and the other kids are tied to your hospital beds. The man in the white coat starts coming toward you with a needle. You begin to get scared.<br /><br />The needle pierces your arm and you begin to shrink down until you&#039;re just an infant. You begin to cry, and the man in the white coat comes over and gives you a pacifier.<br /><br />&quot;Shh... It&#039;s OK. You&#039;re safe now.&quot; You hear somebody say.<br /><br />You wake up sweating. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but once you do, you burst into tears.<br />The door opens and Daddy comes in.<br /><br />&quot;Oh what&#039;s the matter, little guy?&quot;<br /><br />You cry into his shoulder as he picks you up and rocks you in his arms.<br /><br />&quot;Dreams can be pretty scary sometimes...&quot;<br /><br />You nod, and bury your face further in his neck. He feels your diaper and notices that you wet in your sleep again. He sighs, but continues rocking you.<br /><br />&quot;Is there anything you want to talk about?&quot;<br /><br />You think for a minute, then shake your head.<br /><br />&quot;Just a scary dream... I&#039;m fine now.&quot;<br /><br />Despite having a wet diaper, they are thick enough to where you don&#039;t need changed yet.<br /><br />&quot;Well, let&#039;s get you back downstairs.&quot;<br /><br />You nod again, and he takes you back downstairs.<br /><br />You&#039;re in the living room for the rest of the evening watching TV and playing your Nintendo Switch. After a few hours your eyes are heavy and you drift to sleep on the floor. Before you know it, you&#039;re whisked away to the basement, just like most nights, and strapped to your crib again. It&#039;s scary but at the same time exciting.<br /><br />Daddy comes down the stairs and&nbsp;&nbsp;takes off your diaper. You find that it&#039;s soaked. Seems you had more than a few accidents in your sleep.<br /><br />That&#039;s beside the point of tonight.<br /><br />Daddy gets out your vibrating butt plug from under the crib and lubes it up. He slips it in your ass as it vibrates, stimulating you.<br /><br />You start to rock back and forth, stimulated slightly.<br /><br />Daddy gives you a pacifier to suck on to amplify your mood.<br /><br />Something is different from previous nights. You feel aroused and you get an erection. The butt plug is stimulating you further, and your pacifier falls out of your mouth.<br /><br />&quot;Oh dear me...&quot; Daddy whispers.<br /><br />You look down at your lap to see your erection throbbing in pleasure.<br /><br />Daddy jerks you off for over an hour, but the orgasm never comes.<br /><br />By the end of it all, you&#039;re exhausted and the butt plug is switched off. Daddy puts your diaper back on, places you in your crib, and tucks you in. <br /><br />You can&#039;t comprehend what just happened, but there must have been something about those puberty blockers...<br /><br />You lay there for a long time, bucking and humping your wet diaper, desperately trying to cum.<br /><br />It&#039;s no use. You can&#039;t achieve an orgasm.<br /><br />You fall asleep, trying not to think about it.<br /><br />When you wake up, you&#039;re being picked up from your crib by Daddy.<br /><br />&quot;Hey kiddo, i guess i have some explaining to do. That medicine i gave you shrinks your balls down and makes it so you can&#039;t make cum anymore. It looks like a side effect is that you can&#039;t orgasm either. I tried to find any information about reversing the side effects, but it seems to be permanent.&quot;, He explains.<br /><br />You look at your daddy, incredulous that this has happened to you.<br /><br />&quot;You mean i can&#039;t make cummies ever again?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m afraid not, Max. I&#039;m sorry about this.&quot;<br /><br />You start crying.<br /><br />&quot;Just because you can&#039;t orgasm doesn&#039;t mean we have to stop having fun at night. You can still feel pleasure, but you won&#039;t be able to finish.&quot; <br /><br />It&#039;s better than nothing. You&#039;ve come to enjoy humping your diapers, and you don&#039;t want to give it up. It&#039;s a part of who you are now.<br /><br />You nod, accepting your fate.<br /><br />Several weeks pass, and you find a new normal. Every night when Daddy takes you to the basement, he gives you a full hour of stimulation before stopping. You almost agree with your situation, since a real toddler wouldn&#039;t be able to orgasm, and you want to be a good toddler for your daddy.<br /><br />One day you&#039;re going along as normal, when Daddy asks you something. &quot;Do you want me to get you a boyfriend?&quot; <br /><br />You don&#039;t know what to say. Would you subject another boy to what you&#039;ve gone through? Knowing that they&#039;d lose their family and be forced to wear diapers for Daddy&#039;s enjoyment?<br /><br />You&#039;re happy with daddy though. Overall you&#039;d say that your life is much better than before. Maybe you could save another boy from a horrible family and make him happy in this one.<br /><br />&quot;Yes, daddy please!&quot; You say, excited.<br /><br />&quot;Alright then! I already have the perfect little boy in mind. I&#039;ll keep an eye out for an opportunity to bring him in.&quot;<br />You know that this is a good thing. Even if it&#039;s dangerous for daddy, you know that this little boy will be happy here. He&#039;ll get to experience what you&#039;ve been through. It&#039;s all for his own good, really.<br /><br />You&#039;re a good person.<br /><br />Days pass and nothing happens. Then after some weeks of recon, daddy brings home a boy in the middle of the night. He&#039;s young, smaller, and skinnier than you. You can tell he&#039;s scared out of his mind.<br /><br />He&#039;s crying so loud through his gag that you can&#039;t talk to him at all. Daddy decides to keep him tied down in the crib in the basement for the night. He gets the boy diapered up and dressed in thick pajamas before putting him to bed. He thrashes in his bondage until he tires himself out.<br /><br />&quot;He should calm down by morning. Then we can talk about getting you two introduced.&quot; Daddy says, turning off the light and closing the basement door.<br /><br />You go to bed with daddy and wait out the night.<br /><br />In the morning, the crying has stopped. You hear daddy untying him and talking to him. He reassures the boy, telling him that he&#039;ll be okay and stuff like that.<br /><br />The boy notices you padding over to him and he looks at you quizzically.<br /><br />&quot;This is Max. He&#039;s the one I was telling you about. I&#039;m sure you two are gonna become fast friends.&quot; Daddy says, leaving the two of you alone.<br /><br />The boy is still gagged, so you talk at him, &quot;Nice to meet you! I&#039;m so glad i have a friend my age to play with now!&quot; He looks at you like you&#039;re insane. A boy your age acting like a baby? It&#039;s so unusual to him that he doesn&#039;t know how to respond.<br /><br />You continue on, &quot;I have a lot of toys down here, wanna see?&quot; He nods slowly.<br /><br />You bring over your favorite dildo and show it to him. He&#039;s so innocent that he doesn&#039;t seem to understand what it&#039;s for. You explain it to him. &quot;This goes in my butt. It feels really good once you get used to it!&quot; You say proudly, showing off your knowledge of such things at such a young age.<br /><br />He looks at the dildo and turns red, but seems to accept it. You bring over a pack of diapers and show them to him. &quot;I wear these every day, and you will too! They&#039;re very comfy!&quot;<br /><br />He&#039;s not so sure about that, but he has no other choice. Daddy says that you have to wear them. If he doesn&#039;t want to, that&#039;s just too bad.<br /><br />You show him your vast collection of silly socks. He doesn&#039;t seem to like that. But, of course, he will eventually. You show him some of your stuffed animals. &quot;I have lots of toys to play with. Way more than this,&quot;<br /><br />Despite how weird this must be to him, he&#039;s warming up to you. You take his gag out and ask what his name is.<br />&quot;I&#039;m Rudy, and I&#039;m 6 years old.&quot; he says.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;m Max. It&#039;s nice to meet you.&quot;<br /><br />You keep talking to him for the rest of the day, getting to know him. He&#039;s a bit shy at first, but he opens up quickly.<br />He speaks with a stutter, which you find to be adorable. He talks about his old life and how he didn&#039;t have any friends before. &quot;Ev-everyone hated m-me. I&#039;m a-afraid you&#039;ll find out that I&#039;m n-not worth liking a-and then hate me t-too...&quot;<br /><br />You reassure him that you won&#039;t ever hate him. He smiles a bit but doesn&#039;t seem entirely sure.<br /><br />You decide to change the subject and talk about your daddy with Rudy. He doesn&#039;t seem to like the new topic as much, but he listens intently all the same.<br /><br />&quot;He&#039;s really nice once you get to know him. This all seems really scary but I&#039;m sure you&#039;ll like him. He lets me play games whenever i want, and makes my favorite food all the time!&quot; You say.<br /><br />Rudy laughs a bit, &quot;Does he? What&#039;s your favorite food?&quot;<br /><br />You think about it for a second, &quot;Hot dogs, I think. Maybe pizza.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What about vegetables?&quot;<br /><br />You tell Rudy about the jars of pureed vegetables that daddy makes you eat so that you stay healthy. He doesn&#039;t seem to like that.<br /><br />As you continue talking, daddy comes back down the stairs and sees you sitting beside Rudy.<br /><br />&quot;I see you&#039;ve talked him into being less scared,&quot; He smiles, locking the door behind him.<br /><br />He gives you a knowing glance as he says, &quot;It&#039;s time for our nighttime fun!&quot; <br /><br />You get excited and grab your favorite dildo again. Daddy takes your diaper off and slides the toy inside you as it hums to life, stimulating your prostate. You climb over Rudy and mount him, straddling his chest and waving your erection in his face. He recoils at first, but you softly touch his chest and he gets used to your presence.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll go slowly. Just start by licking.&quot;<br /><br />He nods and slowly extends his tongue out to your tip, giving it a taste. He retracts while you suppress a smile. Encouraging him again, he does it once more but for a longer duration.<br /><br />Daddy is watching you two go at it, stroking his cock getting ready to join you. The sound of wet skin smacking against skin echoes in the room as the smell of sex starts to waft through.<br /><br />Rudy begins to panic, though and freezes up. Daddy notices this and decides to step in. He walks up behind the two of you and whispers in your ear, &quot;I&#039;ll take over from here. You just sit back and watch for now.&quot;<br /><br />You get a little bit jealous, but you do as he says and you watch him climb into the crib with Rudy. Daddy starts off stroking his hair with one hand, and caressing his chest with the other.<br /><br />He unstraps Rudy&#039;s legs and raises them to expose his butthole. Then, he slowly sticks his enormous cock into him.<br /><br />Rudy winces a little bit and starts shaking violently. He seems to be having a panic attack as tears start to roll down his face.<br /><br />You look on concerned for Rudy&#039;s well being, but Daddy seems to have things under control. He begins kissing him on the neck and whispering in his ears, &quot;Breathe. It&#039;s okay, I promise. Just keep breathing.&quot;<br /><br />He continues to go in and out until the tears stop.<br /><br />As he continues fucking Rudy, you rub your useless cock waiting for Daddy to finish so that he may pleasure you again.<br /><br />He fucks him for what feels like an eternity, before finally blowing his load inside of him. Rudy is taken aback by the sensation of being filled with hot cum. He starts shaking again to which Daddy begins rubbing his chest and telling him how good he&#039;s doing.<br /><br />Rudy gasps for a bit before expelling a long breath.<br /><br />Daddy motions for you to grab one of your diapers to put on Rudy, which you do. After a few minutes, he calms down and Daddy begins stroking his hair. &quot;There there, it&#039;ll be over soon.&quot; He says while wiping the tears off his face.<br /><br />He lifts Rudy&#039;s legs up again and places the diaper under him, taking care to powder him thoroughly before strapping his legs back into the crib.<br /><br />&quot;There we go. Look at that, all nice and secure. Just how a baby needs to be.&quot; He says with a smile.<br /><br />Rudy doesn&#039;t know what to say, and he looks at you for direction. You shrug, and Daddy turns to you as he strokes his chin, &quot;So, it seems like you&#039;re the one in charge here. What do you want to do with him next?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Let&#039;s play with his feet for a while. That should give him an idea of the kind of fun we like to have.&quot; You suggest. Daddy agrees and you both approach the foot of the crib, where Rudy&#039;s socked feet await. Rudy begins to giggle and pull at his straps, knowing what you&#039;re about to do to him.<br /><br />You begin by tickling his toes, which causes Rudy to squeal with horror as the two of you take turns jabbing at his little piggies. You occasionally stop to press your finger into the soft spots on his sole, which causes him to scream with laughter despite himself.<br /><br />You take turns with Daddy until he begins to let out moans, indicating that he&#039;s had enough. You stop and move on to another part of his body.<br /><br />After five minutes of torturing his feet, you can tell he&#039;s almost at his limit. The tears well up in his eyes as he begs you to stop.<br /><br />You do not intend to stop. In fact, you tickle him harder than before.<br /><br />He writhes in his bindings as the two of you laugh manically. &quot;No! Please! Ha ha! I can&#039;t take it anymore!&quot; He screams through laughter and tears.<br /><br />You see a wet patch beginning to form on the front of his diaper. &quot;You wet yourself! How embarassing!&quot; You taunt him.<br /><br />He feels betrayed since you were so nice to him earlier, but you just laugh and continue tickling him. This isn&#039;t about to let him off easy now.<br /><br />&quot;HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! HAHAHAHA!&quot; He screams as his face becomes red.<br /><br />His reactions are priceless. You&#039;ll have to do this all the time from now on.<br /><br />You and Daddy keep tickling him for a few more minutes. It&#039;s just beginning to get borderline sadistic. Just then you see Rudy shift his posture slightly as he fills his diaper with cummy poop. You stop tickling him as you feign disgust and sing, &quot;Uh oh, looks like little Rudy had a poopy accident!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah,&quot; Daddy says, also feigning disgust. &quot;Maybe we should just leave him in it.&quot;<br /><br />Rudy wails, &quot;No! No! I don&#039;t want to be in a dirty diaper!&quot;<br /><br />Daddy shrugs and says, &quot;What&#039;s a diaper change worth to you? I can change your diaper, but you have to get tickled even longer.&quot;<br /><br />Rudy agrees to the deal. It&#039;s not like he has much of a choice, but Daddy is actually being lenient with him. You had to sit in your dirty diaper all the way through your first night.<br /><br />Daddy takes his legs back out of the restraints and begins pulling the tapes of his soiled diapers.<br /><br />Rudy begins crying again as he says between sobs, &quot;I... d-don&#039;t want to be a b-baby...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Too late,&quot; Daddy says, &quot;You belong to me now, cutie.&quot;.<br /><br />The sound of the tapes peeling off Rudy&#039;s diaper is gross, but you love every second of it.<br /><br />&quot;H-hey,&quot; He whimpers as he looks at you.<br /><br />&quot;Wasn&#039;t that fun?&quot; you quiz him, uncaring for his current confusion and disorientation.<br /><br />He doesn&#039;t answer. He probably feels too ashamed.<br /><br />&quot;I think it&#039;s super funny and silly when someone poops their diaper!&quot; You say enthusiastically.<br /><br />&quot;N-no it&#039;s not...&quot; He whimpers.<br /><br />&quot;It is too!&quot; You protest.<br /><br />&quot;No it isn&#039;t!&quot;<br /><br />You stare at him, unblinking.<br /><br />He&#039;s just being grumpy. He&#039;ll see how fun it is here in time.<br /><br />&quot;Be that way,&quot; you say, feigning sadness.<br /><br />You walk over to the dresser and pick out some wipes for Daddy and hand them to him. He continues changing Rudy&#039;s diaper, taking extra care to wipe his penis off. This causes Rudy to become erect and he begins bucking at Daddy&#039;s hand.<br /><br />&quot;D-daddy...&quot; He whimpers.<br /><br />Daddy smiles and says, &quot;How cute. Having a little fun?&quot;<br /><br />He finishes cleaning him off and slides a thick nighttime diaper under him. Deftly, he tapes the diaper over the boy&#039;s hips and puts his ankles back in the restraints. Rudy gives a futile tug and resigns himself to further tickling at your hands.<br /><br />&quot;Now, you stay here and play with your new friend,&quot; Daddy smirks.<br /><br />You nearly yelp in surprise as he picks you up and plops you on the bed, &quot;Have fun, you two! I&#039;m going to go relax for a bit.&quot;<br /><br />You give Daddy a knowing look as he leaves the room by the stairs and shuts the door behind him. You turn back to Rudy and grin at him. <br /><br />He cowers before you, wiggling around in his bondage and trying to pull his restraints. It&#039;s adorable. &quot;Let me go,&quot; he says hopelessly.<br /><br />&quot;Rudy, do you know how much I like you?&quot;<br /><br />He shakes his head.<br /><br />&quot;A lot,&quot; you say with a big grin.<br /><br />&quot;Let me go!&quot; he says insistently.<br /><br />&quot;You know I can&#039;t do that!&quot; you exclaim as you lean in and snuggle him.<br /><br />&quot;Please don&#039;t!&quot;<br /><br />It&#039;s time for some more fun. You begin teasing the sides of his belly, and he writhes around the bed like an earthworm on a hook. You trace your fingers slowly around his navel and to his chest as you tickle him.<br />He&#039;s screaming and you&#039;re giggling away. You hate to admit, but you&#039;re kind of enjoying the fact that you get to break him in. He doesn&#039;t know it yet, but you&#039;ll soon become his entire life. He doesn&#039;t have a choice in the matter. It&#039;s all sick and twisted, but it&#039;s reality.<br /><br />Eventually you tickle him to the point of passing out. After he does, you pull up some covers for him and give him a kiss good night. You then quietly let yourself out of the room and lock the door behind you.<br /><br />You walk down to the living room and find Daddy watching TV. He smiles as you enter the room. &quot;How did it go?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;We had lotsa fun. He fell asleep from laughing too hard though, so i tucked him in.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Ahh, good boy. You know, it&#039;s bedtime for you too.&quot;<br /><br />You nod. &quot;I know.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Go on, get to bed now.&quot;<br /><br />You obey, walking up the stairs as Daddy walks behind you. You both climb into his bed and cuddle as you drift off to sleep together.<br /><br />&quot;Good night, kiddo.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Good night, Daddy.&quot;<br /><br />The next morning, you hear crying from the basement. You sit up in bed and stretch, before getting out of bed. You walk to the top of the stairs and look down. You can&#039;t see anything, but you can hear sobs and pleas for help.<br />You decide to go down to the basement and check on Rudy. You walk down the stairs and flick the light switch on. You blink as your eyes adjust to the bright lights.<br /><br />As you near the crib, Rudy pleads at you to be let out of the crib, that he had to pee badly. You tsk at him and shake your head, telling him to go in his diaper like a good toddler. You watch as he struggles against the restraints, sobbing pathetically.<br /><br />&quot;You can go in your diaper or I can give you some encouragement.&quot; You taunt as you wiggle your fingers at him.<br /><br />Rudy continues to struggle, before he eventually just gives up and resigns himself to his fate and wets himself voluntarily.<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s a good baby brother.&quot; You pat him on the head condescendingly as you release him from the crib.<br /><br />Rudy stands up from the crib and looks at himself.<br /><br />&quot;So when do I get a d-d-diaper change, then?&quot; He asks self-consciously.<br /><br />&quot;Whenever Daddy gets around to it.&quot; You reply, not looking at him. &quot;Now let&#039;s go check on breakfast.&quot;<br /><br />He meekly follows behind you up the stairs into the ground floor hallway. There, you can smell toast and eggs cooking away. You smile happily. Your stomach grumbles at the delicious smells. You enter the kitchen and see daddy putting the finishing touches on some scrambled eggs. Rudy wipes the last of his tears away as he toddles into the kitchen after you.<br /><br />&quot;Good morning, Daddy!&quot; You say happily.<br /><br />He turns and smiles at you. He looks at you both and smiles.<br /><br />You motion Rudy toward the second highchair next to yours. He meekly takes a seat.<br /><br />&quot;Now, I expect both my boys to eat all their breakfast.&quot; He looks down at Rudy seriously, then smiles reassuringly. He helps you up into your highchair and puts the trays on both of your seats. He turns around for a moment to procure your breakfast and sets it in front of you both at the same time. He hands you a small plastic baby spoon to eat with, while proceeding to spoonfeed Rudy. Your new baby brother protests half-heartedly as he&#039;s crammed food into his mouth, then forced to swallow.&nbsp;&nbsp;You look at the delicious breakfast food in front of you. You eagerly start stuffing eggs, bacon, and buttered toast into your mouth. Daddy finishes feeding Rudy and takes the empty tray away.<br /><br />When you&#039;re both finished, Rudy is full to bursting and you&#039;re feeling full yourself. As daddy lets you both out of your highchairs, you pad over to the fridge and grab two bottles of apple juice for you and Rudy to sip on throughout the morning. Rudy glares disapprovingly at the liquid, not wanting to ingest anything else in the near future. You grab him by his free hand and pull him into the living room behind you. You both sit on the couch and watch cartoons for a while.<br /><br />After an hour and a half of this, Daddy comes in and announces it&#039;s time to change your diapers. You both stand up and follow him to his bedroom, diapers sloshing and squishing with each step. You climb into the bed and he changes both your diapers with professional precision. He powders your crotches, then tapes you up snugly and efficiently.<br /><br />Rudy is squirming the whole time, still not used to wearing diapers. Let alone using them. You on the other hand, love it.<br /><br />After he&#039;s done diapered you both, he opens his top dresser drawer and takes out two outfits. Both are babyish and humiliating in their own right. The one intended for Rudy is a powder blue jumper with a big yellow duck on the front. For you, it&#039;s an orange t-shirt with a cartoon cat on it and the words &quot;kitty cat&quot; beneath it in purple letters.<br />Rudy complains about the lack of pants as daddy is putting on your socks, but he ignores him. He pulls the socks up to your knees, then slides your feet into a pair of yellow slippers. He does the same for Rudy, who gets blue slippers.<br /><br />He picks both of you up and carries you both back to the living room.<br /><br />&quot;Now you two play together until lunch time, I have some errands to run.&quot; He says, kissing your forehead before putting you both down.<br /><br />You&#039;ll be alone with Rudy for the time being, which excites you. You can&#039;t wait to show him what a good time it is living here.<br /><br />&quot;So, do you want to watch more cartoons with me?&quot; You ask.<br /><br />He shakes his head. &quot;No, I want to go home.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;This is your new home now.&quot; You reply as you turn the TV on.<br /><br />He shakes his head again, this time more determinedly.<br /><br />&quot;I want my mom.&quot; He says in a quiet voice.<br /><br />You turn to him, a frown on your face.<br /><br />&quot;You can&#039;t say stuff like that.&quot; You dejectedly say.<br /><br />He notices your expression, and his own becomes more worried.<br /><br />&quot;Why...Why are you looking at me like that?&quot;<br /><br />You don&#039;t answer verbally, instead just slowly walking towards him.<br /><br />&quot;I have no choice. I have to help you accept it.&quot; You say reassuringly.<br /><br />He backs away from you, still not sure of what&#039;s going on.<br /><br />&quot;N...No. Stop! Help! Help!&quot; He screams as you grab his arm.<br /><br />You&#039;ll show him what real pleasure is.<br /><br />You grab his wrist and pin it above his head, bringing your face closer to his.<br /><br />&quot;Be good, Rudy.&quot; You command, then kiss him on the lips. He tries to back away, but he&#039;s pinned between you and the couch. You continue to make out with him&nbsp;&nbsp;in front of the TV. He eventually stops squirming as hard and resigns himself. He&#039;s completely inept when it comes to this.<br /><br />He tries to kiss back a few times, but fails epically. You doubt he knows what he&#039;s doing. Though you need to remind yourself that he&#039;s only 6.<br /><br />Eventually, you stop to take a breather. You stare into his eyes, which are just filled with fear and confusion. This is like taking bites out of honey coated bread, it&#039;s too sweet to stop.<br /><br />&quot;Do you like this?&quot; You ask.<br /><br />&quot;No.&quot; He says, a bit of anger in his voice.<br /><br />His resistance only makes you want to do it more.<br /><br />&quot;Good.&quot;<br /><br />As you begin to grind your now wet diaper against Rudy&#039;s, his cries for help and his struggles to escape only make you go faster.<br /><br />Neither of you can cum, but that doesn&#039;t mean you don&#039;t have fun.<br /><br />Your breath quickens as your chaos and lust grows inside you.<br /><br />&quot;No! Stop please! Help!&quot;<br /><br />You ignore his pleas and continue using him like a sex toy.<br /><br />&quot;No! Someone help!&quot;<br /><br />His rough voice and the smell of his tears is just making you hornier.<br /><br />&quot;Stop! Help! Someone help!&quot; You cut him off by forcefully making out with him again.<br /><br />This apprehension is exhausting your patience. You wish he&#039;d just accept his new life a little faster.<br /><br />Even as you think this, you stop kissing him and just grab his wrist again.<br /><br />&quot;If you settle down now, this can be over faster.&quot; You threaten. He begins to settle down.<br /><br />&quot;Good boy.&quot; <br /><br />You continue to grind your cock against him through your diaper. He stops struggling. The fear has turned into something else now.<br /><br />He&#039;s beginning to learn what sex feels like. He must be learning quite quickly. You feel his boner through the thick fabric of his diaper. It&#039;s a cute size for a 6 year old.<br /><br />You&#039;re both beginning to lose yourselves in the moment. You&#039;re enjoying yourself so much, you almost don&#039;t care that you&#039;re going pretty slow. You&#039;re taking your time and enjoying the feel of it all.<br /><br />His whimpers are changing into shallow breaths. His breath is tickling your ear. It feels weird. But not a bad kind of weird. The funny kind of weird. A good weird.<br /><br />You start to feel something else. Despite your puberty blockers preventing you from cumming, you feel an orgasm building up. It grows and grows and you feel yourself losing control over it. You try to hold it back, but you can&#039;t.<br />&quot;I&#039;m....I&#039;m gonna...&quot; <br /><br />You have a pathetically weak orgasm as Rudy ruts beneath you. The smell of your dirty diapers and the feel of his boner beneath you push you over the edge.<br /><br />You moan in pleasure as Rudy has a dry orgasm soon after you.<br /><br />You lean back, completely spent.<br /><br />Rudy lays on top of you, defeated. You just lay there trying to catch your breath.<br /><br />&quot;You did good...hhaha....that was pretty fun.....yeah...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What happened-d to us?&quot; Rudy moans.<br /><br />You sit up.<br /><br />&quot;We&#039;re friends, right?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah....&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Well, that&#039;s what friends do.&quot; You explain to him.<br /><br />He&#039;s not so sure, but he goes along with it. He&#039;s too tired to think straight.<br /><br />&quot;Mhm...friends...&quot; <br /><br />He drifts off to sleep. You&#039;re still rather horny though. You can never be fully satisfied. You lean back and begin to rub your crotch through the wet fabric of your soaked diapers. It takes a while, but soon you&#039;re drifting off.<br />Finally, after a long day, you&#039;re able to rest.<br /><br />When you wake up, Rudy isn&#039;t beside you.<br /><br />&quot;Rudy?&quot;<br /><br />He&#039;s nowhere to be found. You panic and quickly get up. You begin to look around for him.<br /><br />You run around the room shouting his name.<br /><br />Suddenly you hear some noise from the basement. You run downstairs and look around.<br /><br />&quot;Rudy?&quot;<br /><br />Then, you hear a whimpering from the back of the room. You walk over to the source of the noise.<br /><br />He&#039;s trying and failing to insert the dildo you showed him earlier. His ass is red from excessive use and his crotch area is covered with cum. He looks up at you with a mix of pain and pleasure on his face.<br /><br />It&#039;s like he&#039;s gone completely feral.<br /><br />&quot;Buzzy t-t-toy butt now...&quot; He begs you, his eyes tearing up.<br /><br />You stare at his asshole, which is twitching and you take the dildo in hand. It&#039;s covered in crap, but he doesn&#039;t care. He just wants it in his ass. You don&#039;t care about that either, as you&#039;re into how filthy he is. He&#039;s a whore.<br /><br />You press the tip of the dildo against his butthole and slowly begin to push it inward.<br /><br />His cock leaks from the stimulation and you push it in even further. He winces as he&#039;s stretched, but he continues to beg for more.<br /><br />You slide it further and further in, until it&#039;s all the way in.<br /><br />&quot;There we go...how does it feel?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;...uhn....uhh...&quot; He moans stupidly.<br /><br />You slide it in and out of his asshole slowly. He&#039;s not the only one who&#039;s stupid with lust. You reach down and grope the front of your hefty diaper, as you&#039;ve become incredibly horny again.<br /><br />You stroke your cock through the thick padding as you fuck his ass with the dildo.<br /><br />Daddy hears the commotion as he arrives home and comes downstairs to investigate.<br /><br />You turn your head to find him staring at the two of you.<br /><br />&quot;Whoa.&quot; He says, smiling. &quot;Looks like someone&#039;s having a fun day.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Daddy, look! Rudy is finally using his buzzy toy!&quot; You say with a giggle.<br /><br />&quot;Looks like it. He&#039;s being a good boy and using it like I showed him.<br /><br />Rudy is still writhing in pleasure and squealing as you speak to daddy, his words unintelligible as he humps the air in front of him.<br /><br />&quot;I&#039;ll have to buy him some new toys, I don&#039;t think I&#039;ve ever seen him enjoy anything as much as this. So, you having fun, too ?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Mmhm. I&#039;m having lots of fun, daddy.&quot; You say, continuing to pump the toy in and out of his ass as he writhes.<br />&quot;Good boy. You two look so cute. It&#039;s almost a shame that little Rudy had to lose his mind like that, but I guess it&#039;s more fun this way, no?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Uh-huh! It&#039;s more fun when you&#039;re cute and silly!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;That&#039;s right, baby. Well I&#039;m going to relax for a little while. Finish up and then strap him down in the crib when you&#039;re done, ok?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Ok, daddy!&quot;<br /><br />He kisses you goodbye and heads upstairs to relax.<br /><br />You turn your attention back to Rudy, who is whining and whimpering pathetically and sounds close to tears again.<br /><br />&quot;Let&#039;s be quiet, now, like a good boy. I&#039;ll help you finish, then we have to put you to bed for the night.&quot;<br /><br />You continue to pump the toy in and out of his ass as quickly as you can, as the moans and squeals emanating from him get louder and louder.<br /><br />Finally, his cock twitches and starts leaking cum as he begins to moan loudly. You continue to fuck him as he squirts several times, his legs kicking as he loses control of his muscles.<br /><br />He&#039;s drooling and babbling by the time he&#039;s finished, and you ease the dildo out of his ass. You take his shirt off and wipe him clean with it, then you carry him over to his crib and strap him in. He tries to continue fucking the air, but it&#039;s futile. He won&#039;t be able to simulate himself. You reach under the crib and pull out a diaper, placing it under him. As he wiggles and kicks, you tape the diaper in place and give it a pat. Next, you put a pair of socks on him and pull up his covers tight. He can&#039;t move at all, but you can still see him bucking his hips, trying to hump the air. It&#039;s adorable.<br /><br />&quot;Goodnight, retard.&quot; You whisper, turning off the light.<br /><br />You leave him to his retarded shenanigans and head up to the first floor, where you find your daddy watching TV and laying on the couch.<br /><br />You pad over to him and throw yourself into a hug, which he naturally returns.<br /><br />&quot;How&#039;s my little boy?&quot; He asks, giving you a squeeze.<br /><br />You snuggle into his chest, inhaling his scent. &quot;Good!&quot; You say, smiling. &quot;I missed you, daddy.&quot;<br /><br />You turn and look at him from your position, reaching up to caress his face.<br /><br />You lean in and start making out with him, grinding your soaked diaper against his thigh. He grabs your head and forces you into a deep, passion-filled kiss. You moan into his mouth as he grabs you and flips you over, pinning you to the carpet.<br /><br />Once you&#039;re flat on your back, he reaches down and takes off one of his socks then puts it over your nose as he molests the front of your diaper. You moan in a mix of pleasure and disgust as he pleasures your hardening dick. You squirm around, wiggling as you grind into his hand.<br /><br />After you&#039;re hard, he takes your diaper off and fingers your ass while he smears the sock over your face, covering it with his sweaty, smelly foot-odor. You gasp for air through your nostrils as he fucks you harder, making you snort the smell into your brain.<br /><br />The rest of the night is a blur. He cums inside you and you go to bed feeling full.<br /><br />The next morning, you wake up late. It&#039;s already lunch time, and you waddle down from the bedroom to find daddy feeding Rudy, who is bound tightly in his highchair. Daddy smiles at you. &quot;You hungry, little man?&quot;<br /><br />You nod eagerly. He strokes your head then puts you in your own highchair. You look over and notice that daddy was feeding Rudy jars of baby food. There are at least 7 empty jars on the counter, meaning that the bowl on Rudy&#039;s tray is a mixture of several different flavors. It looks absolutely revolting, and your stomach churns just by the smell.<br /><br />&quot;Here.&quot; Daddy says, putting a bowl of peaches and yogurt in front of you. As you eat your own food, you watch Rudy make a mess trying to eat the jarred food and drink his milk, his nose scrunched up in distaste. You giggle a bit at the sight, then go back to eating.<br /><br />Once you&#039;re all finished eating, you gather in the living room to watch tv. You sit on the floor and lean against the couch as you watch a movie. You&#039;re quickly drawn into it, as it has many car chases and gunfights in it, making it very exciting to watch.<br /><br />While the movie plays, Rudy is distracted by some basic toys on the ground. He plays with them for a bit, then seems to get bored and crawls under the coffee table. Once there, he begins to play with your feet, stroking them softly. You ignore it for the most part, but as he begins to rub your feet, you begin to make little squeaks of pleasure while still trying to focus on the movie.<br /><br />He&#039;s rubbing his face against your socks, sniffing them and basking in your musk. That scent is intoxicating to him, and he gets a little dizzy every time he inhales. You still feel a little bad about making him like this, but it&#039;s really too hot for you to care that much. Rudy is totally debased and you&#039;re enjoying every minute watching him aimlessly tard around for your amusement.<br /><br />You watch him for a bit, and it seems like he&#039;s pleasuring himself under the table. You&#039;re having a hard time focusing on the movie, and daddy seems to be feigning ignorance to the situation; letting it continue.<br /><br />You start to get a little bored, and decide to have some fun with the younger boy.<br /><br />&quot;Can you pass me the remote?&quot;<br /><br />Daddy gives it to you and you change the channel to some baby show. &quot;Time to dance, Rudy!&quot; You exclaim. Rudy scrambles to his feet and jumps around excitedly. He begins jumping and spinning and doing all sorts of other silly things. It&#039;s really funny to watch, because he seems to be in muppety mode.<br /><br />&quot;Bunny!&quot;<br /><br />The music is playing from the show and he&#039;s dancing right along. He looks absolutely depraved as he begins to strip. His shirt is thrown aside. He&#039;s just in his socks and diaper, and you laugh, which encourages him to keep dancing.<br /><br />&quot;Looking good there, Rudy,&quot; you say, complemented by the laughter of the narrator.<br /><br />He looks at you, smiles a toothy grin and wiggles his bottom at you. He&#039;s enjoying this newfound attention.<br />While this is happening, you can feel daddy getting hard under your bottom. You are, too. It&#039;s like you&#039;re all magnets being drawn to each other. He begins grinding into you from below, and you grind back.</span>","pools_count":0,"title":"Trapped and Kept","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"11"}