Daily Free-Write August 4, 2020

Just a little something I thought of as I woke up today. My chastity cage came in the mail yesterday, and more and more I'm noticing that people that I talk to online have more freedoms than me, getting to choose underwear, stay up late or play with themselves whenever they want. Do you think you'd like to live this way? Or do you value the freedom of being able to walk away after you've satisfied yourself? 

As he sat on the open diaper, cock straining against the newly installed cage, Daddy showed him the screen as the comments started rolling in. 

"So hot!!"

"Jealous!"

"Keep em' locked and padded!"

"Lock em up!"

"Yess!!!"

"Wish that were me!"

He turned his head away and grimaced. They got to enjoy the situation more than him. He hadn't been allowed to cum in months, except for the few times Daddy made him cum. It was so long between orgasms that having one actually hurt. It was too intense, and the muscles were too weak to handle the strain. He hadn't been allowed out of diapers in over a year. It only added to the frustration when Daddy taunted him like this. If only those people only knew the frustration he felt. They got to enjoy the fantasy, relieve themselves, then do whatever they wanted.  

"What do you think of that, kiddo? They love it!"

"It's not Fair! C-can't I make stickies one last time, Daddy?"

"No can do, sport. You're gonna have to get used to this until we can train your peepee to deliver urine to your diapers and nothing else so best to start now. I know you don't get hard anymore, but you can still get off with diaper rubs or a wand. I shouldn't be able to make anything happen down there. Maybe in a few months we'll see."

After cumming, it would take the humiliated diaper boy weeks to stop feeling horny and get back to being the cuddly rambunctious little his daddy said he was meant to be. Unfortunately, his Daddy recently made him cum in the most humiliating way - by making him hump Daddy's leg. He was still battling the hornies even now as he sat there on the diaper, limp in his new cage. Mercifully his daddy taped up his diaper, hiding his shame from the onlookers. And patted the diaper boy on the head. 

"There we go! Much better. Tune in tonight folks when we begin training little JayJay here to get pleasure from his little boi pussy." 

Daddy turned off the feed and turned back to his boy. 

"You did so good kiddo!"

"I did?" Asked the boy, breaking into a smile. 

"You sure did, Champ! Daddy has made so much money with your Purely Fanatics account that he can stop working and take care of you full time! Won't that be nice? 

The younger man felt a mixture of elation and trepidation. On the one hand he got to spend more time with Daddy, on the other, it meant no more free time for him to sneak online and look at porn, or watch grown-up shows, or sneak adult food out of the fridge, or to try to rub his diaper when Daddy wasn't around. He did his best to hide his fears and look enthusiastic for Daddy, who was still going on as if oblivious to the storm of thoughts going on in the boy's mind. 

"And you wanna know the best part, little guy? It'll all be streaming to your fanatics! The equipment is coming in the mail, and by this time next week, the whole house will be wired up with cameras to show people what you're  doing 24/7!"

His fanatics. They were something else. Not only did they get off on his most embarrassing predicaments, they loved to egg daddy on, making the most twisted suggestions, voting for the most embarrassing punishments in the polls, and taking glee in tattling to Daddy whenever they caught sight of JayJay being bad. He had been one of those fans back when Daddy used to babysit different littles for short visits. He had been the first one to answer Daddy's search for a permanent adoptee. The phrase 'be careful what you wish for' flashed through his mind for the millionth time since this began, and he gulped as the thought of just how much further the rabbit hole things would go.