Daily Free-Write January 22, 2021

Up to this point I'd been trying to keep this story DL just to be a little different from the mostly AB content on here, but old habits die hard. Oops! This is going to become a story, I've decided, so maybe I'll make it more DL in the final PDF. What do you think? Would you like this as a DL only story? Let me know in the comments or the Telegram chat.

Continued from January 21, 2021 “Diaper Training My Boyfriend pt. 2”

After the good fucking I gave my boyfriend, we both slept well. In the morning, he I awoke, groggily, to Tommy shaking me awake. I was surprised. For once, he’d woken up before me.

“What… what is it, baby butt?” I asked, reluctant to get out from under the warm covers.

“Cyrus, I need to use the potty…”

“What?” I yawned, feeling my morning wood throb at the mention of ‘potty’. “Is that all? You’ve got your potty on…”

“No…” he said. “It’s all that… umm… from last night…”

“What?” I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. He hesitated, but I wouldn’t let him off the hook. “You can say it, Tommy. My semen? My cum? By boy butter that I shot into your ass last night?”

He just squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, doing the potty dance.

“Say it, or I won’t help you,” I said.

He stopped. His lower lip trembled. Then, he spoke, “I have to use the potty because of the semen you put in my butt last night.” He was as red as a tomato and I loved it.

“Good boy,” I said, grabbing him and pulling him into the bed and. I began to tickle and kiss him all over as my erection pressed straight up against the back of his diaper.

“No, Cyrus! Stop!! You said you were gonna help me!”

He squirmed but I held him tight.

“I am helping you, little boy. Helping you use your diapers!”

He giggled and groaned as he tried his hardest to hold everything in while resisting the relentless onslaught of tickling. It was a valiant effort, but he didn’t stand a chance. Only moments later I heard a loud fart, followed by a blort, and several more wet farts as he dumped my cum back into the diaper. I reached around and rhythmically squeezed the front of his padding, which was wet and squishy from a night of pissing in his sleep.

“There’s a good boy,” I said, working his stiffy which had already sprung up at my first touch. “doesn’t it feel better to just let go and use your diapers?”

“Ugh, no, Daddy, I … I think I made…”

“What did you just call me, sweetie?” I asked, growling into his ear.

“S-sorry, I mean Cyrus,” he squeaked.

“Oh no, you meant Daddy.” I said, picking up the pace of my rubbing. “Is that what you want? You want me to be your Daddy? I can be your Daddy,” I said. I was so turned on right then, you could have stolen the house from under my nose and I wouldn’t have noticed. All I could think of was by adorable boyfriend and how fast he was learning to love being my little diaper butt. “Tell me that you want it, little boy, and it’s yours.”

He moaned and bit his lip. I knew I had him. I took my hand away. “Or we could call it off and take a cold shower. It’s up to you.”

“Unh. Daddeeeeeee,” he whined.

“See? You’re calling me Daddy already. Tell me what you want, little boy.”

“Please be my , Cyrus,” he whined, and my hand returned to his diaper front with renewed vigor. “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Very good. And since you already put stickies in the back of your diaper, you might as well put them in the front as well.”

He moaned and nodded.

“Tell me you want me to help you make stickies in your diapers, little guy.”

“Daddy, I want you to help me make stickies in diapers.”

“That’s right, little one. Because you’re to little to do it yourself. You need Daddy’s help.” I ground my erection against the back of his diaper, already slick with my pre. “Tell me you want Daddy to help you make stickies in your diaper from now on.” I growled. I knew I could get him to agree to anything when he was this close to cumming.

“Y-yes, Daddy. I want you to help me make stickies in my diapers from now on.”

“Good,” I said, nearly ready to cum myself. “Then from now on, you’ll be making stickies in your diapers and only your diapers. And only with Daddy’s help.”

“No,” he gasped. “But that’s noy-”

“What?,” I asked, slowing down. “You don’t want to make stickies? That can be arranged...”

“No, Daddy, I want them. Please!”

“It sounds like my little boy doesn’t know what he wants. That’s okay. Most little boys don’t. That’s why you have Daddy to help you understand. No more stickies without my help, and when you make them, they’ll always go into your diaper.” I breathed the words into his ear as I neared my climax, my engorged cock rubbing against the slick, cummy plastic. “You’re going to cum in your diaper every day until it’s the only way you can get off.”

I flipped him around and gave him a kiss on the mouth, grinding against his diaper bulge with my thick hard cock.Then I grabbed his shoulders and forced him down. He eagerly went for my cock without any further prompting and I gripped his shoulders tightly as I gritted my teeth and thrust my length down his throat, grunting as I pumped every bit of seed from my balls into his mouth and down his throat. I panted as I pulled away, and he made sure to squeeze the last drops out of my shaft and lick them off before letting me go. I could see from the way he kept jerking and shuddering every few seconds that he was experiencing the aftershocks of an intense orgasm himself.

When I finally caught my breath, I said, “Wow… Shit. That was really good, baby boy. Did you like that?”

Be nodded and smiled, his cheek resting on my thigh as he played with my cock idly. He looked so content and relaxed like that. He always seemed happier after a good dose of Daddy’s seed. It was the fastest way to cure his pouts.

“Alright, kiddo. Let’s get you ready for your shower.” I said, sitting up again. He got up to go into the bathroom but I tugged his arm and he fell back on the bed.

“No, no. Let’s take off your diaper here,” I said.

“B-but Cyrus!”

“No buts,” I said. “And that’s not my name anymore. You call me Daddy from now on.”

“Okay, D...Daddy,” he said. Smiling and shrinking back all shy. “But can’t we do this in the bathroom?”

I shook my head. “I’m going to do all your changes outside of the bathroom from now on. I want you to stop thinking of the bathroom as the place where you go potty and that includes taking off your diaper.”

“You’re not saying you want me to use my diapers for everything, are you?”

“You said you wanted me to keep you in diapers, did you? So yes, that’s what I’m saying. If you have to make stinkies, you come to me and I may unlock the potty so you can go, but otherwise, it’s diapers full time for you and changes when and where I say.”

He his his face in his hands as I crouched down to get an up close and personal view as I opened the diaper up.

*Rrrip* *Rrrip* *Rrrip* *Rrip*

The sound of each tape rang out in the room as I opened the front of his diaper and pulled it down. He acted like he’d made a big mess, but in fact, all I could see back there was a bit of cum. I reached down and slid my fingers into his cum slicked asshole. Causing him to yelp and squirm, then I pulled them out and showed him.

“See, baby boy? Clean as a whistle. All you have back there is a bit of Daddy’s cum, and the rest is in your tummy.”

He looked surprised, but relieved as I wiped my finger off on the padding and made him stand up.

“Up we go! Let’s go to the shower.”

He looked down at the diaper as if he didn’t quite believe that all had come out was cum, and I had to scoot him along toward the shower.

“Go on, Tommy, move it or you’ll be late for work!”

He went ahead of me to turn on the water so it would be warm when I came in. That also gave me the chance to lay out his work clothes, with an open and powdered diaper next to them. I grabbed all his undies and threw them in a trash bag which I tied up and sat on the floor next to the bed.

“You won’t be needing these anymore, Tommy,” I said to myself, smiling. Today was a very good day.

After a quick shower, we returned to the bedroom where he stopped dead in his tracks. I just kept moving forward, and he had no choice but to move along with me toward his next diaper.

“Wait, I can’t wear a diaper to work,” he said, panic filling overtaking his features. But before he finished his sentence he was already laying on the diaper and he had to know I wouldn’t be backing down.

“You begged me to keep you in diapers, so that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I held up the trash bag for emphasis. “All your undies are in here. You’re not ready for undies, you still need diapers. Look, you’re already dribbling on yourself!”

He looked down and sure enough a little dribble of pee had come out and rolled down his legs onto the padding. “No.. I… how did that happen?”

“Tommy,” I said, putting my hands on my hips. “Do you think I’m just doing this because I enjoy seeing my adorable boyfriend in his diapers? Because I do. But I’m sure you’ve noticed that you’re starting to have more of these little accidents. I’ve seen it when you dribble on the floor on your way to the shower. I’ve seen the wet spots in your undies.”

“The undies work just fine,” he said, blushing brightly, but despite his protests, I pulled up the diaper between his legs and prepared to tape them up.

“Your choices are diapers or nothing, and you know you won’t make it through your shift without the whole shop seeing your wet pants. But maybe that’s a good idea. It’s a great way to ensure everyone knows you need diapers. So what will it be? Diapers or no?”

He looked at the thick diaper waiting between his legs, my hands poised to tape it up. Then he looked up at the ceiling and threw his arm over his eyes.

“I’ll take the diapers,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Good boy,” I said, smiling proudly. I then helped him into his work clothes.

“Hey, come on. I don’t need help doing that,” he said, as I pulled his pants up.

“I know. But that’s what Daddies are for. Now hush and let Daddy finish dressing you. Arms up!”

“But what if I need to go at work?” he asked.

“Then you use your diaper,” I said as I did up his buttons. “And if you have to make stinkies, you can use the potty. Just send me a message so I know what you’re doing. If that diaper comes back dry, though, you won’t be using the potty at all for a long time. They make locking pants to keep little boys like you from taking them off, so don’t try me.”

He whimpered. “I’ll be good, Daddy. But what if I need a change?”

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart.” I kissed him on the head and stooped down to tie his shoes on. “That’s Daddy’s problem. All you have to do is focus on relaxing and doing your job. You just forget about that diaper and keep away from the potty like a good boy unless you need to make stinkies. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Really?” he asked, screwing up his face in doubt.

I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Tommy. Do you trust me?” I looked him straight in the eyes and he looked back.

“Yes, Daddy. I trust you.” He said.

“Then trust me when I say I will never leave you hanging out to dry. Or your diapers for that matter.”

The tender moment was broken as he snorted and slapped me on the shoulder. “Stoppit. You really are a Dad.”

“I made you laugh though, didn’t I?”

He gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek.

“I’m just scared is all.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” I said, as he stood up and we walked toward the door. “I promise it will get easier. I’m proud of you.”

“What for, Daddy?”

“For being responsible and taking the step to accept what you need to do. Now off you go, no more of this. You got everything you need?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he said, smiling coyly and brushing his curly blond locks back from his face. “Just need one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

He quickly leaned in and gave me peck on the lips. “There! Now I’m all ready for work.”

“Dork!” I said with a chuckle, and I sent him off to work with a swat on the butt.

I had a busy day ahead of me myself, and I made sure to pack an extra change for him before I headed out the door. I’d be by to stop in and check on him later.