Daily Free-Write April 6, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 10

Continuation of March 6, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 9”

Fuck Gerard and his ‘I'm here to help’ attitude, thought Frank, fuming at how he had been treated by the man who had taken them in. The man who was increasingly controlling his life, along with his wife. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this?

Of course, Frank had done plenty, and if he was honest with himself, he was getting exactly what he deserved for his childish behavior. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that part of him was turned on by this treatment, so much so that even now his peepee was hard in his diaper. But of course, he was rarely honest with others, let alone himself. He sucked his pacifier angrily. The one thing he did know was that he definitely didn’tneed a nap. He wasn’t even sleepy. Not even a little bit, he thought, as he yawned. He would just close his eyes for a second…

Half an hour later, Gerard called Leandra over to the bedroom.

“Honey, look at this.” The two of them looked down at the adorable boy sleeping soundly in his pajamas and suckling his pacifier with a smile. He wasn’t even snoring thanks to the sucker in his mouth.

“Oh… he’s adorable,” cooed Leandra.

Gerard put his arm around her and hugged her closer.

“And he’s all ours. Even if he is a pain in the butt.”

She turned to him and looked into his eyes. She loved this man, and she could see that he loved her, and Frank too. She had never been happier.

The two lovers brought their lips together and began to kiss passionately in the doorway until they nearly fell over into the doorframe.

“Oh, sorry,” said Gerard, steadying himself and Leandra. “Uh... he, uh, looks like he could sleep a little longer. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” said Leandra. “I think he could sleep a little longer...”

The two of them hurried off to Gerard’s bedroom to finish what they had started while their little boy continued to snooze in bed, oblivious to what had just taken place right in front of him.

*****

Half an hour later, Frank awoke, bleary eyed, rubbing his eyes as he saw up and yawned.

For a second, he was confused as he felt the rubber nipple invading his mouth, and something thick and bulky between his legs, but then he remembered. It was this ridiculous demeaning treatment his wife and her friend had dreamed up.

He didn’t have to put up with it, he thought. He could just take that paci out right now if he wanted to. He hooked his finger on the ring and then hesitated, thinking about what the two had said. No taking out the pacifier and no getting out of bed. He sighed. Maybe he would wait there just a little longer. After all, he was in enough trouble as it was. He just hoped an adult would show up soon. He had to pee.

Ten minutes later, he was fed up. He was going to pee his pants if he didn’t get to the potty soon. Maybe if he left his pacifier in, he reasoned, he would be able to convince them that he at least tried to follow the rules.

He slid out from under the covers and gently stepped down off the bed one leg at a time. He padded over to the bathroom and walked over to the potty. Then, he remembered that he couldn’t get out of his pajamas on his own.

Damn, he thought, trying in vain to reach the stupid zipper. He might be able to get it undone if he had a sharp hook and about 30 minutes to spare, but his bladder was not going to wait that long. He decided to go looking for a grown-up instead, holding his crotch as he waddled out into the hall and to the kitchen.

He looked around. No one there. He grimaced as he began to feel shooting pains coming from his bladder. A final warning that he was about to have an accident if he didn’t get out of his clothes and onto a potty quickly.

He bit into his pacifier and squeezed his legs together until the pain subsided slightly, and in that stillness, he heard a noise. What was that? It sounded like it was coming from the direction of Gerard’s bedroom. Maybe there was someone in there. He waddled as fast as his legs would take him in the direction of the noise.

The noise was louder outside Gerard’s bedroom door. It sounded like he was working out. He was grunting and groaning. Then he heard something else. A woman’s voice. Leandra?

He felt a pit in his stomach as a terrible thought came to mind. Were the two of them fucking? Well, he thought. If I can’t have any privacy during my fun time, neither can they!

He pulled on the handle and the door swung open revealing Gerard shoving his tool into Leandra from behind. And what a tool. Frankie was so taken aback by the size of Gerard’s cock and the power behind it, that he almost forgot to be angry for a second. His own penis sprang to attention as he saw them fucking in front of him. Stunned, his mouth fell open and his pacifier clattered to the floor.

The two of them stopped, then turned around to see him.

“Oh, hey, baby. What are you doing out of bed?” asked a breathless Leandra.

“What are you doing under Gerard?!” yelled Frank in response.

“Hey! Don’t you raise your voice at her, young man,” said Gerard, still lodged firmly inside Frank’s wife.

“Fuck you, Gerard! You French Bastard!” said Frank, his face bright red. He was red with anger, all the more so because of how hot he found it all. He didn’t want to have those feelings right then. He couldn’t bear the fact that part of him wished they would keep doing it like he wasn’t even there.

Gerard’s face went dark. He ran his hand over Leandra’s cheek, and down her side as he stepped back, coming out of her with a schlorp.

He stepped off the bed, still hard, cock dripping with their mingled juices.

“I’ve had plenty,” he said, finally. “Now what do you think gives you the right to come in here and start throwing a tantrum, little man?”

“Because you’re fucking my wife?!” said Frank, his voice inflecting upwards and going gravelly as he screamed the words. “Because you’ve humiliated me and put me in these stupid baby diapersand made me take a nap while you’re in here having an affair?!”

In two strides, the taller, naked man had Frank by the arm.

“Now you listen here. This is my house and I make the rules,” he yelled in a booming voice that left Frank stunned and silent. “You’re being treated like a little boy because that’s exactly how you’ve behaved for years. You’ve had years to get it right, and you couldn’t, so now you’re here with me. So here is what’s gonna happen. You will live here with us. You will do as we say. You will now call Leandra Mommy and you will call me Daddy. And you will never. Ever. Have an adult life again. You will not dress yourself. You will not diaper yourself. You will not make stickies in your little didees. And you most definitely will not be fucking your wife. Now if you want to watch that’s fine, but I’m going to finish what I started.”

Gerard turned to climb back up onto the bed.

Frank spoke but his voice came out sounding smaller and more plaintive than he’d intended.

“But I have to go pot-“

“Use your diaper,” said Gerard, cutting Frank off. “You sure as hell don’t know how to use the toilet.”

Frank scoffed.

“Oh come off it,” said Leandra, who had been watching Frank with growing anger. “You can’t even flush properly. Now you just stand there and piddle your pampers while I get fucked by a real man.”

Frank stood there, speechless, as Gerard climbed back on top of his wife and resumed his fucking. He then realized that he didn’t have to pee anymore. Gerard’s booming voice must have shaken it out of him, because only a few spurts remained, flowing out of him as he watched the two of them go at it.

“Fuuuhhuuhhuuhhuuuckk Me!” cried Leandra.

“You like that, my beautiful treasure?” asked Gerard, his smile curling up toward his ears as he relished the sensation of fucking his beautiful lover in front of her adorable, bratty husband.

“Yes, Gerard! I love it! Fill me up!”

“Does it feel even better to do it in front of your pants-pissing limp dicked husband?”

“Yes! Oh yes, it feels amazing!”

“I think so too,” he said, turning his head and looking Frank straight in the eye as he neared his climax. “I’m going to cum!” he bellowed.

“Me too!” cried Leandra as the two of them began to cry out like animals in heat.

Without even thinking about it, Frank’s own hand had found its way to the front of his soggy diaper. And just as it had the previous day, the wet padding of a diaper felt amazing on his dick. So good in his already highly aroused and emotionally excited state, that he was close to cumming himself, not that he was aware of that. He was too focused on what was happening in front of him. He had only seen it through the tiny plastic screen of his phone, never in person. Never like this. He was so enthralled by the raw animal sexuality that he had forgotten to be angry, or anything else.

Gerard pulled out, and semen spilled onto the covers, still dripping from his hard dick. Frank leaned forward unconsciously, opening his mouth and drooling.

“Thought so,” said Gerard, standing in front of Frank once more. “You’re no man. You just watched your wife get fucked by one and did nothing to stop it. You’re even playing with yourself. Didn’t I tell you you weren’t allowed to play with Mr. Peepee?”

“Wha?” said Frank, coming to his senses. “N-No! I did NOT enjoy it. And I don’t need to stand here and be insulted by you. I’m out of here!”

“And just where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” asked Gerard.

Frank looked down at himself and realized how he looked.

“Y-you’re gonna take these off of me, and then I’m gonna leave.” He said, his voice faltering.

“Okay. If you want to leave then I can take them off of you. Then I’ll lock you out of the house in just your diapers and you can figure out what to do from there.”

“I have a car…” Frank began, but Leandra jumped in.

“No you don’t. That’s my car now. You spend all our money so I’m taking the car.”

“And we have the keys. And we have your wallet. And we have your phone. Just what are you planning to do when you leave here, little one?”

“I… I…”

“He doesn’t know,” said Leandra. “He’s too little to figure that sort of thing out on his own.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to teach him. Exactly where he stands.”

On the word ‘exactly’, Gerard reached forward and grabbed the smaller man’s wrist, pulling him in.

“You’ve been a very bad boy, little Frankie,” he said, unzipping the man’s pajamas and pulling them down. Frankie very quickly found himself in nothing but his soggy diaper held down on the naked man’s lap.

“No! Lemme go!” Frankie said, Kicking and screaming. He looked exactly like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Honey, get the little one’s pacifier,”

“On it,” said Leandra, bending down to pick up the fallen pacifier and and cleaning it with her mouth before popping it into the struggling man’s crying mouth.