My Ideal Campout Would Consist Of Me Hoping In My Daddy/mommies Car And Them Driving Us To The Park To

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Things changed fast under the Trump MAGA administration. All gay equal rights bills on the federal, state and local levels were rescinded overnight. Straight Men were encouraged to bully and harass faggots though government public service announcements on television. They even went so far as to suggest that Straight Men using faggots as slave labor, or any other type of slavery, would be treated with a "turned head" by the government. So there you were, in this guy's apartment having your face used as his footstool for his sweaty smelly socked feet, worn through several workouts. You were just buying a coffee at Starbucks when he came up to you and grabbed your arm and said come with me faggot. You knew what was now happening all over the country to faggots like you and you knew you had no recourse if he beat you up. You thought he probably could kill you and no one would do anything. So you ended up at his apartment, cleaning it at his command from top to bottom, then having your face used as his footstool for his stinking dirty workout socked feet. You just laid there quietly with their stink and heavy weight on your face, hoping that nothing worse would happen to you as the hours went by.

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🍼" You’re Too Little To… “🍼

” Aw, baby. You’re too little to use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

” I bought you a nice, big playpen to put you in, so I can keep an eye on you. You’re too little to wander around the house without my supervision! You could get into things you’re not supposed to. “

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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”

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If my hot friend would do this to me I'd be happy

Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue.