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Caught by his roommate

Jason thought he had the apartment to himself. His roommate had gone for the weekend. Little did he know his roommate had car trouble and ended up coming home early.

Jason turned when he hears the door open and was shocked to see his roommate had returned. Maybe not as shocked as his roommate was seeing Jason standing in front of him wearing a very soggy diaper and sucking on a pacifier.

WTF his roommate says. Jason say's I can explain as his roommate who is a Jock snaps photos of him with his phone. Once the door closed Jason's roommate Mike said oh no need to explain. I found a diaper in the trash when I took it out the other day, so I search your room and found the stash of diapers.

I looked it up online and found it is common for people to wear them. So, from this day forward you will wear diapers and call me daddy. No more big boy undies for you.

Jason was at a loss for words as mike approached him and walked him to the bedroom. as Jason lay on the bed Mike said show everyone your soggy diaper baby boy.

Such a good boy Mike said as he took the photo. He explained to Jason that he will remain in diapers and use them for their intended purpose.

Mike told Jason to go to bed and he would see him in the morning. The next day Mike walked in his room and said show me your diaper baby boy.

He wasn’t soaked just yet, but he knew at the first sign of a leak his roommate would change him into a fresh diaper.

Jason hoped he only had to stay diapered for the rest of the school year. But little did he know Mike had already signed him up to be his roommate next year as well.

Jason has 3 more years of school to get through and he has no idea he is going to be in diapers for the next 3 years of his schooling. Mike has plans for Jason and even changed his Major so he could keep an eye on his diaper boy.

Can a daddy do this to me?

Just a Little Longer

“Alright,” she said to herself.  “You can do this.”  However, she wasn’t very sure of herself while saying that.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, really.  For 23 years now, she had managed to make it to the bathroom on time without fail, give or take two or three of those early years that she couldn’t remember very well.  So why was it that she was so uncertain of herself now?

The answer was the very thick diaper between her legs.  She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure he had put her in at least two or three at once.  She could barely squeeze her legs together, and she didn’t walk so much as she waddled about.  It hadn’t even made sense to put pants on…she wagered she wouldn’t even be able to get them on over her diaper anyways.

Still, she had been given some very direct orders:  “Prove to me that you’re a big girl and that you don’t need these, and maybe your punishment will end sooner than later.”

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cw: ab/dl, md/lb, humiliation,

"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."

My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.

Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.

I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.

Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.

"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"

He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."

"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"

"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.

"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.

He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.

"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."

He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.

"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"

He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.

"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.

"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.

"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"

"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.

"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.

"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.

"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"

I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.

"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.

"What Mommy?"

"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.

"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."

James' heart pounded in his chest as he heard the doorbell ring. He glanced at his wife, Jessica, who wore a mischievous grin. "Remember, behave like a good little baby," she whispered, her voice dripping with seductive intent.

Jessica opened the door to reveal Jennifer, the 21-year-old babysitter they had hired for the night. She was a petite brunette with an innocent face, but her eyes held a glint of mischief that matched Jessica's.

"Hello, Jennifer," Jessica said, her voice taking on a motherly tone. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. Unfortunately little James here can’t be trusted to stay home alone."

Jennifer nodded, her eyes flicking to James, who was dressed in nothing but a diaper. His face burned with embarrassment, but his manhood stirred beneath the soft fabric.

"I understand," Jennifer said, her voice barely hiding a smirk. "I'll take good care of him."

Jessica leaned in, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear. "He likes to be teased," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "And he has a bit of a... wetting problem."

Jennifer's eyes widened, but she nodded, understanding the game. Jessica gave her a knowing smile before turning to James. "Be good for Jennifer, baby," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern.

As Jessica left, James felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He was alone with Jennifer, at her mercy. He could already feel the wetness spreading in his diaper, the humiliation and arousal mixing into a potent cocktail.

Jennifer led him to the nursery, her hand firm on his arm. "I could tell when I arrived you already need a fresh diaper, don’t you baby?” She pushed him onto the changing table, expertly unfastening the tapes of his soaking wet diaper and exposing his erect member.

“Someone's excited," Jennifer teased, her fingers brushing against his hard length. James moaned, his face burning with embarrassment. Jennifer chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his tip.

She cleaned him up, her touch gentle yet firm. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the drawer, she places it under his bum, liberally applying baby powder and securely fastening the tapes.

Jennifer admired her work and couldn’t help but notice how cute James looked in his babyish garment, it even said ‘Pampers’ along the front, just like a real baby diaper!

“Now, does baby want his bottle?" she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence. James nodded, his face flushed with desire.

Jennifer prepared a bottle, her movements slow and deliberate. She sat down on the rocking chair, pulling James onto her lap. He took the bottle, his mouth closing around the nipple.

Jennifer's hand snaked into his diaper, her fingers wrapping around his hard length. James moaned, his body tensing as she began to stroke him. The sensation of her hand inside his diaper, the humiliation of being treated like a baby, it was all too much.

He came with a muffled groan, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Jennifer chuckled, her hand slowing to a stop. "Good baby," she cooed, her voice filled with satisfaction.

James lay in her arms, his body spent. He could feel his diaper growing heavy, the wetness spreading. He blushed, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jennifer stood up, carrying him to the crib. She laid him down, her fingers tucking him in. "Sleep tight, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

As James drifted off to sleep, he could hear Jessica returning. He could hear their whispers, their laughter. He knew they were talking about him, about his little... accident.

He blushed, his body tensing at the thought. He was embarrassed, yes, but he was also excited. He couldn't wait for the next time.

Jessica entered the nursery, her eyes softening as she looked at James. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You were a good baby tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with pride.

James blushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had pleased her, and that was all that mattered. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, James woke up to find Jennifer gone and Jessica standing over him. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair tousled from sleep. "Did you have a good night, baby?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement.

James blushed, his body tensing at the memory. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Jessica chuckled, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Good," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Because we're doing it again next weekend."

James' heart pounded in his chest, his body already tensing with anticipation. He knew he was in for another night of humiliation and pleasure. And he couldn't wait.

“Oh, and Jennifer mentioned she might even bring a friend this time”

You were at a party with your friends, had a few drinks and met a couple of nice people. And then….

...you regain consciousness, but you can't move. Hypnotized, confused… In an unfamiliar place in someone else's smelly football uniform. You're aware of everything, but you can't move. You just stare blankly at the guy who brought you here, but his face blurs and you don't understand what he looks like… Your dick is pulling on your shorts and leaking, but you were forbidden to touch it..

then the guy orders, "Well, boy from the football team, suck me good," and your body obeys on autopilot.

Half an hour later, he fills your face with sperm and says, "Stay in this position until the sperm dries up. Then you're free" and goes away forever. Half an hour later, you're back in control of your body. What a horror! What was that?! You're looking around: You're in an unfamiliar hotel room… You're wearing unfamiliar clothes and no underwear. Horrified, you look in the mirror and see an idiotic haircut with bleached hair that wasn't there until recently and the remains of a stranger's sperm.. There's only one question in my head: What the hell happened?!

PS Hi guys :) A friend of mine advised me to post some short stories here from time to time to get rid of the longing. I hope you enjoy it

9 ingredients for taming your slave, results guaranteed…

1. CHASTITY

Lock its genitals in order to restrict access. Make sure it is chaste most of the time, free only in your presence from time to time. This way, its body parts become your property and it is unable to play with itself, which ALL men do.

2. INSPECTIONS

This might seem like unnecessary play only but it is not. It send a strong impulse to its mind about who is in charge and has unlimited freedom. Do it on regular basis.

3. ROUTINES

Routines are very important, any kind of routine. To begin with, decide upon a daily routine with which it will show its respect and humility to you. Make sure there will be no skipping on routines.

4. DISCIPLINE

This is a complete must, done on daily basis. Discipline is the most essential ingredient. It doesn’t need to “deserve it”, it is simply necessary. Find the time and the will every day.

5. TEASE, EDGING, DENIAL

Having and keeping its balls full will ensure its full attention towards you. It will make it beg and it will make it soft on its mind. Have you tried it for hours? No? Try it. Bigger balls equals more obedience and willingness to do anything for you.

6. RUINED ORGASMS

Your slave needs to cum and it will do anything to cum. You will allow it to cum on occasion but you will also slowly take away its right to have that pleasure. Ruin iits orgasms often and make it thank you. In time you could easily have it pleasure-less and without actual orgasms, up to you. Remember, an orgasm is not a right, it is a health necessity. It is not a reward either. Yours are important and only orgasms that should be cherished.

7. HUMILIATION

As bad as this might sound, subtle ways of humiliation are extremely effective. It needs it, it wants it. Do it. Find ways, decide up on them and act upon them. Humiliation makes it more humble. Then humiliate some more, subtly.

8. USE IT, MAKE IT FEEL USED

slaves like being treated like objects or toys. So that’s just what you need to do, use it for your pleasure and needs and then simply discard it. It’s a play, nothing more but it works just fine. Make sure you train yourself for such acts properly, in order not to appear silly.

9. EMASCULATION & PEGGING

Chastising your slave is the begging of emasculation. Pegging is another great way to emasculate. Make it your bitch, bring out its feminine side. Bringing out its feminine side works beautifully in favor of emasculation. Emasculation kills the ego every man has. Ego is an absolute enemy. 

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The camera clicked, capturing the pathetic tableau: two boys, two former "loves" of mine, both reduced to diaper-clad playthings. Their gazes locked, not with affection, but with a dawning horror, their hands awkwardly exploring the soggy bulk between their legs. A shared humiliation, a bond forged in my twisted desires. It was almost too perfect.

They had both hidden their little secret from me, both presented me with a facade of normalcy. But beneath it all was a shared truth – they both loved diapers, and I could wield that against them. The betrayal had been my ammunition. The past relationships had been for this moment.

I'd brought them together, not for intimacy, but for punishment. One had the job of getting more. I gestured to the door, my gaze locking on one of them, the one who thought he was special. It was time for his public shame. He had one task, and that was to get my shopping, and do it in his little padded diaper.

The photo arrived, a silent testament to his desperation. The diaper peeking out from under his t-shirt, a secret made public, his humiliation on full display as he pushed a cart through the brightly lit aisles. They had both fallen. And now, they both belonged to me. I was no longer dealing with the facade, only the truth.

Freshmen are always assigned random roommates when they come into college. Your roommate was a definite straight masculine jock. He figured out pretty soon that you're a fag. But instead of kicking you out of the room, he decided to take advantage of the situation. So he had you doing his laundry, writing his papers and doing his homework, giving him pocket money every once in awhile, cleaning the room when he told you to, and when he came home drunk and hadn't hooked up, he made you blow him. Sometimes, like this, when you walked into the room he'd be gaming or on his phone or computer and he'd make you get down and he'd use your face as his footstool. He thought it was funny. He didn't change his socks often, and that even made the room smell like his sweaty socked feet all the time. He'd rest them heavy on your face and rub them in it until your face was all chafed, and he'd say how do you like smelling a real man faggot? And he'd laugh. You knew there was no way out of that room unless you went and complained at the housing office. You knew you were stuck there for at least this year until you could pick a different roommate next year. You were so humiliated and you were tired of doing all his work and all his errands that took up too much of your time and took you away from your studies. But you hated to admit it, it did give you a hard-on. Right around now is the time when roommates get to pick if they're going to stay together or go and find another roommate in a different room. He told you that you didn't even have to go, that he was going to take care of it. And he said that you were going to be his roommate next year and nothing was going to change and there was nothing you were going to do about it or he'd beat the shit out of you. For the first time ever you said to him, yes Sir. It was going to be a really long and tough four years but, inside you knew it would be worth it. "Sniff my stinking socks faggot" you heard him say as his sweaty suck feet rest on your face as he was gaming. It brought you back to the present. This is what you had become, a straight jocks slave and sock sniffer. Enjoy college homo.

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