Daily Free-Write January 16, 2021

Continuation of January 15, 2021 “Denied”

“Is the little cuck still behaving?” asked Chad, as he broke his kiss with Bobby, my boyfriend.

Bobby turned to took at my playpen and caught me watching.

“Hey! Keep your hands out of there!”

I winced and quickly put my hands behind my back. The pacifier hadn’t quieted my moans as much as I thought. “Thowwy, Daddy!”

“We’ll have to do something about that,” he said, with a smirk. This concerned me much more than an angry reaction. It told me he had a plan. Chad was grinning too, and he made sure to sit so I could see his hard on poking out over the top of his shorts. He knew full well I hadn’t seen myhard on since I asked to be put back in diapers by my boyfriend.

“We should give the cuck a little show if he’s going to be naughty,” said Chad.

“I do have that restraint point,” said Daddy, a slow grin growing on his face.

I shook my head, backing up toward the far side of the playpen, but there was no escape. Daddy had a bag of goodies nearby. Soon he had some rope and mitts and was approaching.

“Hands up, little man.”

I whimpered, raising my hands to receive them. He secured them on and locked them in place, then tied them to a restraint point on the floor of the playpen. Daddy joined Chad on the couch again, and their pants came fully off as they continued making out heavily. I was now forced to face them as they took things further, unable to lift my hands and touch my diaper. Chad made eye contact with me as he grabbed daddy’s shoulders and pushed them down toward his crotch. He lay back on the couch, his hand on my boyfriend’s head, looking my way. That used to be me holding Bobby’s head. No longer.

“You’re next” he mouthed. I blushed hotly.

I winced as my diaper stopped my erection from growing to full mast. I was so horny I just had to rub it. But no matter how I tried to position myself, I couldn’t get a good angle to rub my diaper on my hands. I settled for humping the floor.

Bobby finally pulled his head up off of Chad’s cock.

“The little cuck is getting noisy,” he commented.

“Just turn the movie up,” said Chad.

Daddy  kissed Chad, then turned up the My Pretty Unicorn Movie to drown out the crinkles and moans from the playpen. I got to watch them get ready to fuck to a soundtrack of ponies singing about friendship. But I didn’t care. I was too horny. All I wanted to do was hump.

I had no idea why but ever since I began listening to Chad’s insomnia tapes to help me sleep, I had dreams of being diapered and cuckolded. Dreams that would wake me up with the most powerful orgasms. The more humiliating the dream, the louder my moans and cries as I would suddenly awake, spurting into the sheets. And the dreams just got more and more humiliating. The diapers were as much a fantasy fulfillment as a practical precaution as we both grew tired of replacing the sheets in the middle of the night.  But at least I was sleeping well.

I grunted in frustration, unable to get there. Meanwhile, Chad had lubed his cock up and was pressing it against Bobby’s backside. That used to be me. How had I become like this?

“Yeah, Bobby. Take my cock. This is what getting fucked by a real man feels like…”

“Yes, Chad, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me til I’m pregnant!”

Chad chuckled.

“Have you been listening to my tapes as well?”

Bobby blushed… “Well, maybe a little.”

My mouthed dropped open, and the pacifier fell out. Did that mean…?

“Oh, looks like the little diapercuck figured it out,” said Chad looking my way.

“Took him long enough,” said Bobby.

“The tapes… you did this to me!” I said, moaning at the humiliation of it all. It was almost enough to make me cum my pampers right there.

“That’s right, little man,” said Chad. “But you love it. What does it matter now? You know you’ve never felt this good before. You know you’d never go back, even if you could.”

I whined and humped faster, the constant *crinkle crinkle crinkle* of my diaper told them all they needed to know. He was right. This is what I wanted.

“Admit it. Tell your daddies this is what you want. And how you want to stay.”

“Yes, I admit it,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. “I love being a diapercuck.”

“Tell me you don’t deserve a boyfriend. You deserve a Daddy.”

“I don’t deserve a boyfriend. I deserve a Daddy!”

“And you shouldn’t be able to use your wimpy little peepee ever again.”

“I shouldn’t be able to use my wimpy little peepee ever again!” I repeated.

“Now tell me you want to watch your boyfriend get bred pregnant by a real man.”

I whined. I tried to resist. But there was no denying the truth. “Breed my Boyfriend. I can’t do it myself. Please fill him with your seed til he’s pregnant!”

Chad practically roared out his orgasm as he filled my boyfriend’s ass with cream. I cried out and came at the same time right into my soggy padding. When he pulled out there was so much, some gushed out onto the couch cushions. He wiped his dickhead off on my boyfriend’s hole and grabbed his hair. “Hold that in, bitch. We’re gonna plug you up and make sure that seed stays inside to get you preggers.”

Bobby moaned and nodded while Bobby grabbed his backpack. Soon, my boyfriend was plugged up, and Bobby turned to me. I think it’s time we show you our little present to help take care of you.

I was afraid to know what it was but I didn’t have long to wonder because out of his backpack came something which I had dreamt about many times. I shuddered as an aftershock caused me to squirt another thick rope of cum into my diaper. Chad chuckled.

“Hope you enjoyed that orgasm, little man, because it’s going to be your last.” said Chad. In his hand he held a tiny pink chastity cage.

-Written by Champ