storiesforbabyboys:

What should’ve been a lazy Saturday morning was turning out to be more of rollercoaster ride for poor Austin. Most weekends he was recovering from killer hangovers and rolling around in bed. But this weekend’s affairs would push him to the brink. He was standing in front of a mirror taking a picture of himself, in a soaking wet diaper. It was such a weird sensation whenever he moved around and felt the weight of his warm pee filled diaper moving back and forth under his crotch and butt. Dressed like this put him on edge in several different ways. He was definitely concerned for himself, he was a college junior after all. Why was he dressed like a one year old waking up from bed? And he was also kind of excited, anticipating what would come. He fought himself over ripping off this ridiculous disposable garment and trying to forget it ever happened. But feeling so silly and even cute made him almost crave the embarrassment and treatment. Sure hookups were fun and felt good but they were all too predictable. This was turning out to be thrilling and terrifying all thanks to this new man he met. 

Austin grew tired of hitting people up on the many online dating apps and sites he was on. They either responded and talked about their boring jobs or they didn’t respond at all. Sometimes he snagged a good looking guy and they caught a movie or got intimate in Austin’s queen sized bed but it was all like a routine. Nothing lasted, and nothing made him wanting more. It wasn’t until he met a man in his forties that shook up Austin’s world. Right off the bat this older man told Austin that he had some unconventional kinks. These topics usually put red flags in Austin’s mind. He definitely did not need some possessive creep on his hands or God who knows what. But something inside Austin made him want to be adventurous and push his limits. 

On the night before, Austin met this mysterious man at the local bar for a drink. They had been texting for about a week and little by little Austin built enough confidence to see what this guy was all about. He did not know what was to come of this, but Austin sure wanted something different. This guy, who wanted to be called Daddy Steve, kept his interests somewhat vague. Describing his sexual encounters as “thought provoking, nurturing, cute, and a bit humbling at times.” It was all very mystifying but Austin wanted to know. How could something sexual be described this way? His curiosity got the best of him. 

At the end of the night, Daddy Steve sent Austin home with a small box. He was only allowed to open it once he got home. Walking to his front door, Austin guessed it was a dildo and maybe some fuzzy handcuffs. How crazy could this guy get? Maybe it was all talk. Sitting on his bed he began to open the box. He caught the glimpse of something very rectangular and white like a cloud. Once he touched it he knew instantly what Daddy Steve had sent him home with. It was a diaper, and not an ordinary one. It wasn’t like the ones you would think grandma or grandpa would wear. These were like oversized Huggies. His heart began to race, he was suppose to call Daddy Steve right after opening the box. He kept running his hand on the diaper and flipping it over. Finally he called Daddy Steve, he was not sure how to even address it. “Hey, it’s uh Austin. I opened the box.” There was no immediate response, he only heard Daddy Steve snort a little air. Then he spoke. “Glad you did, now can you tell me what you found in there?” Austin could almost imagine the smile on this man’s face, he was probably delighted. “Well, it’s a big diaper with cute little designs on it. I’m guessing I’m gonna wear it?” This was a little bizarre, nothing that Austin was ready for. “You guessed correctly. It’s a diaper alright, a babyish one at that. And guess what? I only give these diapers to boys who really need them. How does that sound little boy? Do you need diapers from daddy?” It was hard for Austin to concentrate, his anxiety was rising by the minute and so many thoughts were running through his mind. It was shocking to hear these sort of demands from Daddy Steve and pretty belittling. He felt like a pet or worse yet, a scared and confused little boy like Daddy Steve wanted him to be apparently. 

“Ok I’m gonna put it on.” Austin could not believe himself, why would he agree to this? Daddy Steve almost seemed to have a hold on him, he didn’t want to disappoint him. And besides, this was all very thrilling. “That’s a good boy, get back on the phone once you’re done.” Walking to his bathroom Austin noticed he was breathing pretty hard. Almost suffocating. Trying to unfold the diaper was a difficult task with how anxious he was. Eventually he had it laid out so he could begin diapering himself. He went down to the floor and assumed a position like he was about to do some crunches. He remembered how babies were usually diapered and found how the front part came up and needed the tapes to come up to meet it. Properly secured in his new diaper, Austin was very conflicted about having the diaper around butt and groin. The bulk of the plastic garment was definitely not something he was accustomed to. He felt like a big toddler, it was almost discouraging to wear. He thought about how these babies went around all day with these things weighing them down. Although he had some criticism for his diaper he did also feel some endearment for them too. It made him feel protected, adorable, and cushioned. It was a nurturing feeling like Daddy Steve described. Now it was time to get back on the line with him. 

“Hi Daddy Steve, I’m all set. Never done this before but I like some parts about it. I dunno know about doing this a lot though.” Austin was still embarrassed, he was use to being the one in charge. “Well little guy, glad you’re growing to like it but you need to understand that this is your new underpants. It’s feels good around your legs doesn’t it? Makes you feel small and safe right? I don’t think you want to disappoint me. Enjoy your new diaper Austin.” This guy was surprisingly confident in stating how Austin was suppose to feel and how he was suppose to be obedient. It almost infuriated Austin that Daddy Steve was ordering him around this way. Austin had no issue retaking control of situations that weren’t going his way but having a man talk down to him like this, like he was a little boy and with wearing a big diaper, Austin could not muster the nerve he always had to fight back. “I uh, I’m really liking it… It’s just very thick and I have trouble walking around.” This was his sad attempt to bargain with Daddy Steve. “I know, I know. But for little guys like you, I have to put you in diapers. It’s a big change from what you’re used to but trust me, you need this. You’ll adjust and maybe even never want big boy underwear again.” This was getting strange very quickly, it was almost like Daddy Steve wanted him to be his child. But before Austin could finish his thought and respond to Daddy Steve he felt the urge to pee from all the beers he had hours ago at the bar. “Austin, why don’t we facetime, I would love to see your diaper.” Once again, Austin did not feel witty enough to wiggle out of this one. “Sure Daddy Steve, I just have to empty my dishwasher. The dishes have been in there too long, don’t want them to get moldy.” Daddy Steve just chuckled. “Boy, I know you’re a little embarrassed. No need for silly excuses. Let’s just have our nice little video chat and get on with the night.” Before Austin could respond Daddy Steve began trying to facetime Austin. 

Sure enough Austin accepted the facetime call. From Daddy Steve’s perspective he could see an almost shaken up boy struggling to keep the phone from wobbling. His little boy was pent up with nerves. “Hey there buddy, how are ya doing? Got your diapee on? Too bad I can only see your cute face.” It was difficult responding to all of this commentary, obviously Austin wasn’t use to this treatment. “You want to see my, um, diaper? Ok, one sec…” Austin replied. It was hard for him to talk with this ongoing humiliation and now his need to use the toilet. He felt paralyzed by all of this. “That’s a good boy, so proud of you. Oh wow there you are. That’s a very adorable little boy. That diaper was meant for you little Austin.” The whole time Austin was showing off his new diaper he was blushing, he blushed even harder being called little Austin. Forgetting his overworked bladder for about a minute, Austin began to pee into his crinkly diaper. Daddy Steve could recognize the growing yellow stain even if he was across the room. “Hey Austin, are you going tinkle in your diapee? Because that’s what it’s for sweetie. That’s my little boy.” Feeling his diaper, Austin could not believe how squishy and warm it got. It was almost like he was in a trance and now he’s in a soaking wet diaper. Right in front of another grown man. “Well it’s about time for you to go beddy bye. You can go to bed with that diaper still on young man. If you take a picture for me in the morning I’ll be over to change you into a fresh one.” In that instant Daddy Steve disconnected. 

*For this week’s caption I was fortunate enough to use this little guy’s picture. Check out his tumblr! http://dominomotionabdl.tumblr.com/

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straighthell-stories:

Enforced diaper training can be a useful tool to teach arrogant faggots their real role in life.  Nothing says ‘bitch’ more eloquently than being forced to wear a soggy, sagging diaper for days on end.  

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Becoming Master’s Diaper Boy

justsurrender:

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One of the new things this slave experienced while visiting Master and Sir was forced diaper slavery. It was put in a diaper, marked as a “Diaper Boy Faggot” (partially seen above), gagged, and suspended from the ceiling. Then Master and Sir filled its diaper with their piss, past the point of overflowing, and made slave wear and sit in the diaper for a while.

This was extremely humiliating, but this slave will start by saying that it might be one of its favorite things that Master required it to submit to. Master was VERY clearly enjoying himself, telling slave its butt looked cute in a diaper, laughing when slave felt its diaper was being filled for it, patting slave’s ass and dick up against a very full, very wet diaper, writing FAGGOT on its chest after it was still hard in a piss-filled diaper, talking about other ideas he had for a diaper slave, that he would love to have slave submit to, had there been more time. Master seemed to love this, and slave absolute LOVES that. Master’s reaction made it wish it could be in diapers more regularly, for his enjoyment.

It was also very, very humiliating for slave. First of all, it was in a diaper. Master is not really into age play, but slave surrendered so much control that it could be put back in a diaper for the first time in about 21 years. Submitting to the diaper at all made slave very aware of Master’s control. And then Master bound slave and filled the diaper for it. Feeling Master’s piss run down its back and soak its diaper… made it really feel like a urinal. Master had pissed in slave’s mouth a few times, making its mouth his urinal… but there was something different about Master turning slave’s body into one. And then to compound things, the piss was absorbed into its diaper, so slave got to sit in it, and feel it every time it moved. It was uncomfortable and began to reek like piss, and slave knew Master could make it wear the diaper for hours if he wanted to. No escape from the wet diaper up against its body. No escape from the smell. It was one of the most complete forms of humiliation slave experienced. It was mental, it was physical, it was emotional. It involved slave’s senses of touch and sight and smell. It made slave feel extremely helpless.

That is why it loved it. Master humiliated slave just by putting it in a diaper. Master likes boys in diapers, so slave was going to wear a diaper for him. Master could make slave use diapers. Master can always use slave’s diapers. Master can taunt slave about being in a diaper. He can force slave’s head into a used diaper, as he did with this piss filled diaper, when he changes slave. Diaper slavery, maybe more saliently than most things this slave experienced, highlighted the difference between Master and slave. It made slave feel so helpless relative to Master. It would be eager to submit to more extensive diaper slavery, both because of how happy it makes Master, and how clear it makes the roles to this slave. 

It belongs in diapers for Master. It is Master’s Diaper Boy Faggot.

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back2briefs:

Listen, we’re in charge here and if we want you to run around in a little diaper like a baby, you’re gonna do just that. Now start sucking your thumb and come sit on your blankey in the living room. If you’re a good little boy we will let you wear your new Scooby-Doo underoos when you go to school tomorrow.

John started to cry as he realized moving schools only meant that new bullies would take over his life.

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rickraunch:

Another helpless fag with a strict dad. In this case, obedience training included spanking, enema, thick diaper, mouth gag, bound wrists and bound ankles with a spreader to help keep him from holding the water you shot up his ass and make him feel more exposed and vulnerable. You can use this on a fag you want to train as a diaper boy, or on any sub who needs a few hours of humiliating discipline to remind him who’s in charge. When he’s been sufficiently broken down, undo the wrists and ankles and let him crawl to your dick and blow you like a good little attitude-adjusted fag.

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