Daily Free-Write January 18, 2021

Continued from October 29, 2020 “Baseball Baby”

“Really?” asked Doug, rubbing his chin and looking at his Labrador boyfriend with new eyes. “A new mascot you say?”

Nick pulled out his pacifier. “No way, Doug. Don’t even think about it. I’m putting my foot down this time!”

“Hush, now sprout. You’ve earned enough spankings for one day.” Doug grabbed his younger boyfriend’s hand, pacifier and all, and guided it back towards his muzzle.

He then picked up his boyfriend and brought him over to the changing area that had thoughtfully been set up by the window overlooking the baseball field. Nicky was embarrassed to be sure, but he also wanted to out of his soaked diaper as soon as possible.

“Ah, yes, as I was saying,” said the greeter, as Doug began the arduous task of cleaning up an oversized puppy, “the fans really loved the little boy and his Daddy. Of course we know who you are by your seat numbers – Nick and Doug, if I may call you that…”

Doug didn’t take his eyes off the task at hand. He was too busy unsnapping Nicky’s baseball onesie and taking off his soggy diaper. “Wipes,” he said, reaching out a paw.

“Here you are, Doug. Uh, or Mr. Baxter, if you prefer. I hope that you will consider…”

“Diaper.” Doug held out his hand and a thick diaper was placed in it. “Well would you look at that, Nicky! It’s baseball themed! Got the red stitching printed on the front and everything.”

“Daaaad!” whined Nicky, but his mouth was quickly plugged before the pacifier could hit the ground.

“Hush, or I’ll bring the muzzle out. Don’t think I won’t!”

Nicky just blushed under his fur. It wasn’t like they were the only ones there either, but they certainly were the center of attention. He hid his face as his Daddy lifted him up by the ankles and slid the red and white diaper under him.

“It even says little slugger on the front and… does that logo fade when it’s wet? Fantastic, where can I get more of these?” he asked, turning back to the man beside him.

“I’m glad you asked, Mr. Baxter. I’m Mr. Fellowes, and what would you say if I told you you could have a lifetime supply of those diapers for free?”

“I’d say sign me up!”

“Daad! Aren’t you gonna finish diapering me? People are taking pictures!”

“Oops! Sorry, sprout. Let me get that…”

Soon Doug, Nicky, and Mr. Fellowes were seated more comfortably and snacking on fries and ketchup. The two older men enjoyed a beer, while Nicky had to settle for apple juice.

“You had plenty of soda for one day, Sprout,” said Daddy Doug. “I’ll have a hard enough time getting you down for your nap as it is!”

“Leave it to a border collie to round up an unruly pup,” said Mr. Fellowes with a laugh.

“And leave it to a Saluki to spot a diaper in a crowd of 50,000,” said Doug.

“Ah well, I have to take credit where credit is due. Yes, that little jumbo tron stunt was my doing.”

“Something tells me you’re not just the door man,” said Doug.

“No, afraid I don’t have it that easy. I’m John Fellowes, the director of marketing and public relations. But call me John, please. Now that the sprout is all cleaned up, we can have a proper handshake, I think.” He held out his hand.

“Put ‘er there,” said Doug. “So what’s this you were saying about mascots and free diapers? Don’t tell me you want to put Nicky out there? Actually, please do!”

“Please don’t!” said Nick, with a mouthful of fries.

“Nicky! How many times do I have to tell you not to talk with your mouth full!”

Nicky gulped his fries down quickly and cowed his head sheepishly. “Sowwy Daddy…”

“Don’t sowwy Daddy me… with those puppy dog eyes… you hush now. The grownups are talking!”

Nicky sat with is tail between his legs. Of course he was grateful that his diaper was hiding the hardness between his legs. As much as it would kill him for anyone to see how much he loved it when Daddy took charge, his body didn’t have any compunctions about flying at full mast when the occasion arose.

“Doug, I have to tell you, we’ve been having a bit of a marketing problem on our hands. Baseball just isn’t America’s pastime anymore, and that number of 50,000 you stated earlier is generous, to say the least. If it weren’t one of the biggest games of the year, we’d have maybe half that many. Business is not booming. To be frank, it stinks.”

“I hear ya,” said Doug. “Youngin’s don’t have the patience for a real ballgame. I know mine certainly doesn’t.” He ruffled his fussy pup’s hair. “But what has that got to do with us?”

“Well, I’ve been looking for inspiration and I today I found it. And it’s spelled with a capital N. That’s you, Nicky!”

“M-me?” asked Nicky, nearly choking on his fries.

“That’s right! Uhh... you better wash that down with some apple juice, son. And yes, I mean you. We’ve been dipping our fingers into every market we could – those baseball diapers you’re wearing? They’re about to be released for the adult diaper crowd. Yes, we know all about that market, and believe it or not, we think it’s the direction our team should go in. Speaking of go….”

“Oh no…” said Nicky, covering up his face as his onesie snaps popped open.

“Sprout, you just got a change!” said Doug.

“Not to worry, here, Nicky, have a shirt, on the house. I think it’ll be more comfortable until you get your official team onesie – with extra room in the seat.”

“My w-wha?” asked Nick.

“His what now?” asked Doug, his ears perking up and his tail beginning to wag.

“That’s right,” said John. “We want to sign up Nicky and his Daddy Doug to be our brand ambassadors – not only for these fantastic diapers, but out on the field, warming up the crowd while you warm your seat. Hey, that’s catchy, I better write that down…”

“Now wait a second,” said Nicky. “I never said I’d sign up for that. I can’t be seen by all those people!”

“Why not?” said John. “The crowd loves you!”

“But having my face on every tv screen, every billboard, on the front of a package of diapers?”

“Yes, that would be part of it,” said John. “And you’ll be paid in more than diapers, son. You’ll never have to work again!”

“He’s never really worked in the first place,” said Doug out of the side of his mouth.

“H-heyy! I help out!” said Nick, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Aww, yes you do sweetheart. You’re Daddy’s little helper.”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” said John. “A lifetime supply of diapers, free access to the sky box, heck, you can hang out in the dugout if you want. You can hangout with our mascot, the other purple dinosaur.”

“Ya hear that, kiddo? You get to meet Slammer! Isn’t that cool?”

“Thanks, but this sounds like-“

“A great idea! Where do we sign up?”

“I have the contract right here!”

Nicky crossed his arms and refused to take the pen.

“Aw c’mon Champ. It would mean the world, to yer old pa!”

“You’d be saving our stadium, and our team…” added John. “And then there’s the salary.”

Nick and Doug’s eyes bugged out when they saw what they would be getting – it looked like they were a double act so they would each be earning more than either of them had seen combined. It was with great difficulty that Nick resisted signing up right then and there, but stubbornness could overcome all odds.

“You think money can buy my dignity?” asked Nick, crossing his arms and turning his head.

“Kid, you’re the one that came here in a diaper,” said John, out of the side of his mouth.

“Nicky, please, please, please, sign the contract. This would be my dream come true! Won’t you do it for Daddy?” It was now Doug’s turn to use his puppy dog eyes. A tactic he rarely employed, which made it all the more effective. But then he stopped and sighed. “I’m sorry Mr. Fellowes. Nicky’s right. He means the world to me, more than anything I just want him to be happy. So, thank you, but I’m afraid we’ll just have to watch from the cheap seats.”

Nicky felt lower than a heel on wet grass. His papa worked so hard and never asked for anything but for Nicky to trust him and let Daddy take care of him. As Doug stood up to leave, he held the older dog’s paw.

“Now hold on,” said Nicky, “That’s not how you negotiate. You gotta wait for the counteroffer.”

Doug’s ears perked up and he began to wag. So to, for that matter, did the normally restrained director of marketing and public relations.

“Oh goodness, yes. You won’t regret this! The counteroffer. Of course.” John was practically beside himself.

“C’mere, kiddo, give your pop a hug!”

Nicky managed a weak smile as the life was squeezed out of him by both furs. “I’m going to regret this,” he thought. But at least the generous counteroffer would take away some of the sting.

*One Month Later*

“Annnnd the bases are loaded. Two outs. It looks like our guest pitcher needs a reliever. No wait, looks like he just relieved himself! Look at him holding his belly. Musta been taco Tuesday. Is he outta here? No, he’s signaling to the catcher. The game must go on. And the pitcher goes for a changeup instead of a diaper change! That’s three out, and the home team wins! Unbelievable, folks! And out comes Daddy and Slammer to take care of business. They’re changing baby Nicky right there on the pitcher’s mound! Only in America!”

“Well, folks, this is the perfect time to tell you to buy our new baseball diapers. Fits like a glove, and never lets you down when it counts. Don’t miss a thing when you wear them at the game. And never have a mishap at home. You’ll go goo goo ga ga for our new team diapers. Only available here, or at our online store. Buy them today.”

“And it looks like the team is Carrying Nicky off the field! Uh oh, is that a cooler of Croco-ade I see? And they just changed him too! Look at that capacity! It’s no wonder they don’t give him any pants for his uniform. They’ll have to roll him out of Spritzer’s Stadium, I tell you! But man do those diapers hold a lot!”

Nicky would forever be known as the baseball baby, and Doug the baseball Daddy, but no one would ever give them grief for it. As a matter of fact, the whole team played in diapers after that, and their newfound confidence led them to a winning season and rocketed them forward in the sports world. Pretty soon, sports diapers were a standard part of the uniform, keeping athletes protected on the field, and humble off the field. Especially since more than a few brands had anti-removal measures in place, keeping what belonged in their pants in their pants, and pretty much ensuring that they wouldn’t be going far without a caretaker present to keep them out of trouble.

As for Nicky, he was happy to live his simple life with a very happy Daddy. Except for when Slammer and the Mounties came to visit. It turns out that Slammer didn’t earn his nickname from his baseball skills as most thought, and the Mounties weren’t named after mountains. Daddy was only too happy to double team his boy, and Nicky was happy to be a team player. But that’s a story for a different day.