Daily Free-Write May 23, 2021: Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 2

Continuation of November 14, 2020 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut"

Note: This is a continuation of a story from last year. This takes place a little bit earlier. Feel free to read part one before or after you read this part to see where this story is going... 

Cody woke up in a daze, sitting up in the crib he had been left in. The rails were down and he got out, stumbling into the hall in nothing but a diaper. He was met by Mr. Schwarzinger who handed him his clothes to get dressed along with a diaper, saying, "Trust me, you'll need this."

Soon he was being dropped off by the same limo that drove him away from the bachelor auction. What a wild night. he couldn't believe he actually had sex with that man. He never thought of himself as gay but this man had a way with words that was so... captivating. Whatever he said, it just made sense to follow. One thing led to another, and suddenly he was on all fours with Mr. Schwarzinger's thick cock up his ass. And more than that... the man put a cage on Cody's dick...

The rules for the bachelor's auction said the man could have him for the night so he felt compelled to say yes, but when he realized that he wasn't going to get to cum despite being incredibly horny he had to make a bargain with Mr. Scharzinger... and that meant he had to wear the cage for longer...

Now that he was stepping out of the limousine into the daylight, he was regretting his decision. His head was pounding as he stumbled into the kitchen via the back entrance. He hurried past Pedro, who made the pizza dough early each morning, past his manager who was turning on the ovens, straight into the bathroom to try and get the stupid chastity cage off.

He opened the velcro tabs on the front of his diaper and got a good look at his cage. Tiny. Plastic. Clear. He could hardly believe his junk fit in that. No wonder he slept so badly - his night-time erections were basically just torturing his balls.

Try as he might, it looked like it was locked tight and there wasn't even a visible padlock to try and jimmy or cut off. He shook his head and pulled his diaper back up. Might as well keep it on since he didn't want his coworkers finding a giant baby diaper in the trash and asking questions.

He decided to wash his face and get a good look at himself. What he saw after drying off wasn't great. His mid-length hair was stringy and needed a comb. His eyes had bags... and his clothes were rumpled. He did his best to fix himself up, and finally, taking a deep breath, he stepped out into the main dining area.

"You're here early," said his manager, Mr. Thick, a tall man with an easy smile who always said what was on his mind.

"OH yeah, uh, didn't get very good sleep last night so I had an early morning."

"Everything okay?" the manager said, looking him up and down.

"Y-yeah, just fine... I can clock in now if you like... get started in the back?"

"Yeah, go for it," said his manager. "We got a busy day ahead of us with the roller derby girls coming so try and take care of the kitchen before 10.

"Got it." said Cody, clocking in and quickly rushing toward the back. He wondered where his best friend Trent was. It was Trent who had gotten him into this mess in the first place, convincing him to come to some 'kink night' cause 'kinky bitches will do anything', and even getting him to volunteer for the charity bachelor auction.

It was his fault he ended up on Mr. Scharzinger's dick with his own cock locked away and inaccessible, and he was not very happy about it. Suddenly, Cody had something much more pressing on his mind as a cramp hit him and he doubled over, nearly dropping the case of bell-peppers he had been carrying.

"Ohhhh...," he groaned as he set the case of bell peppers down and held his stomach. He wanted to run to the bathroom but his knees felt weak and he was holding onto the counter to keep from falling. Then it happened. He felt warm goo pushing out into the back of his diaper with a loud fart. Then he farted again. And again. He was farting out the massive load of cum that Mr. S. had dumped in him the night before, and there was nothing he could do to keep it from coming out.

Mr. S. had said Cody would need the diaper and he was right. Cody grimaced as he felt the back of his diaper all warm and gooey against his butt, and almost immeditely after he was hit by the smell of cum and sex. His face went bright red as he looked around hoping nobody heard that. He was about to rush off to the bathroom but just then Trent walked in, tying an apron around his waist.

"Shit man, what a night! That flogger was so intense, I'm still feeling it! Hold up. Do you smell that?"

"N-no... I don't smell anything..." said Cody, nervously.

"Yeah, man... smells like... smells like a horny ass bitch is what it smells like. Haha, do you think Mr. Thick brought one in here after hours? You know he's called Mr. Thick for a reason, right? Right?" Trent laughed as he held out his hands in front of him and imitated humping the air, then he came over and patted Cody on the back.

"Haha, hey man, loosen up. Why are you so... hold on..." he sniffed the air and Cody winced. This was it. He was gonna be sussed out for sure! "Oh man... the smell is coming from you!"

"I can explain! I can explain!" said Cody, holding up his hands, even though he had no idea just what he was going to say.

"Haha, you dog. No need to deny it. You're in here in yesterday's clothes. Smelling like sex. It's obvious what happened. You got lucky last night after the auction, didn't you? So how was she?"

Cody's mouth hung open. He was both surprised and relieved as Trent came up with a cover story on his own."

"Oh y-yeah man... it was... great..."

"Haha, well she paid enough for you I guess. Couldn't believe the numbers those people were throwing around, I mean whoa. Are you gonna see her again? Tell me you're gonna see her again. Can't let that opportunity go to waste. Get yourself a sugar momma!"

"Yeah... I'm seeing them again," said Cody, barely able to hide his displeasure at that fact. And yet as annoyed as he was, he could already feel his caged dick tugging at his balls as he thought about Mr. S. and how good it felt to be under him. He could even hear the sounds of gay sex in his head. The sound of the man's balls hitting his own. Slap Slap Slap.

He snapped out of it just in time to realize he was peeing himself. "Shit, I'll be right back..." he said, running back to the restroom.

When he pulled down his pants he saw, to his surprise, that the front of the diaper was yellow. The smiling dragon on the front of the diaper seemed to be laughing at him. Why was this happening? He hadn't even felt himself peeing, and he realized that as long as he was caged, it would be impossible to tell how wet his diaper was getting without pulling down his pants and checking.

He pulled down his diaper and sat on the potty, the smell of sex and Mr. S's spunk making him only more horny as his dick tried and failed to break out of the hard plastic cage holding it back. He tried jiggling it back and forth and moving it every which way but no matter what he did he couldn't get any stimulation.

"This sucks," he said in frustration.

Then, he had an idea. He reached back with his fingers and began to press them into his cum-slicked hole.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." he thought as he felt his finger sink inside. He was immediately met with a feeling of intense pleasure, even despite the soreness he still felt from taking such a massive dong.

"Ohhhh....shit..." he moaned, beginning to drool as he fucked himself with his own fingers. Weird or not, it felt amazing, and soon his locked dick was dripping cloudy liquid into the potty. Then someone banged on the door.

"Cody? You in there? We need you out here, pronto!"

"Ah... C-coming," he yelled, standing up and pulling up his diaper quickly. He winced as he realized he had forgotten to wipe off all the cum. Still he had no time to stand around and worry about it, so he quickly pulled up his pants, washed his hands, and returned to work walking awkwardly as his cock continued to fight its imprisonment.