Daily Free-Write January 15, 2021

Bobby masturbated furiously over my open diaper. I whined as he got closer and closer, his shiny purple cockhead radiating heat I could feel from where he stood at the edge of the bed. I whined as he got closer. It had been so long since I had been able to touch myself at all.

“Unh… Unh… Unnhhhh… I’m gonna….”

My whining grew louder. It turned me on to be this close to my boyfriend while he had an orgasm. It had ben a while since I had that privilege as well.

“I’m cummminnnnnggggg!” he roared, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as his cock pulsed one last time before lobbing penis pudding all over my crotch and diaper. I blushed and cringed in humiliation as I felt the warm liquid splatter against my little bits.

“Ohh… gods, that felt good. Been saving that up for days, little man!” he said, once he finally recovered.

“Thanks Da- hey! Wait, what are you doing?” I asked as he taped up my diaper, trapping my bits in with his sperm.

“I’m securing your diaper, little boy. Wouldn’t want you to have an accident.”

He pulled down my onesie which had been lifted to sit over my belly and began to snap it between my legs like nothing had happened.

“But… but… I’ve been good! You said I would get to have stickies!”

“I said you’d get to have stickies in your diapers, he corrected.”

“Oh…” I nodded. This made sense. Good boys did everything in their diapers, even stickies. But when he carried me onto his hip, he didn’t bring a buzzy toy or anything else. He just carried me to my playpen in the living room and put me in there with a couple baby toys and my blankie.

I cocked my head at him.

“Um… Bobby?”

“Yes, little one?”

“Can I rub my diapees now? Or do I get buzzies?”

He smiled as if I had said something absolutely ridiculous.

“Silly boy, you don’t get to make cummies. You don’t get to play there at all.”

“But you said… You said I could have stickies in my diaper!” I whined. This felt so unfair! “I was good! You promised!”

He shook his head and chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sorry little man. I guess you misunderstood me. I said you’d get to have stickies in your diapers. I didn’t mean yourstickies. Enjoy my stickies warming up your little bits, little guy. That’s the closest thing you’ll get. Now settle down. Chad is coming soon and I want us to be able to enjoy the movie together.

This was just great. It was movie night and I would be stuck in a playpen, denied release while my boyfriend cuddled with the hottie who was fucking him. I blushed hotly. It was so humiliating.

When I had admitted my secret desires to be diapered and cuckolded, I’d been afraid he would judge me for it, maybe even break up with me. Instead, he seemed very into it. And he was really good at it. Suspiciously good at it. It was almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“But Da-!” I began, but my protest was interrupted by a pacifier shoved In my mouth.

He held it in while he spoke his warning. “You keep that in or you’ll regret it, little one.”

I slumped in my cloth and plastic prison. I loved it. I hated it. I wasn’t sure if telling him was the best Idea I ever had or the worst, but one thing was certain. There was no going back.