Daily Free-Write October 14, 2020 (Patreon)

Story One:

Bill was 45 and a new widower. His family had been his whole life - his Wife, and three children. He was a strong, independent man, and he'd raised his children to be the same. But now that he was alone, his independence was tested. 

"Come live with us!" said his eldest son, Jon. We've got plenty of space, and you won't have to be alone."

But no. He still had his job, which he loved, and he was his own man. That is, until he had the injury. He was a firefighter, so hazards were expected. It would have been fine if he had hurt himself doing something heroic. But no, he hurt himself falling off the fireman's pole. He broke his hip, and would be unable to walk for weeks. 

"I'm not going to do it. Do you hear me? I can take care of myself!" He frowned as his son walked off with the doctor and they talked outside of the room. When his son came back in, he had a look of determination on his face.

"You're coming with me Dad. We're checking you out today, and you're coming with me."

Bill's protests fell on deaf ears, as he was dressed by his son, who asked if he needed to use the potty before they left. Bill was embarrassed, knowing his son would insist on helping him onto the toilet like a child, so he said no, even though he really did have to go. He grumbled as he was wheeled out of the hospital and sat in the back seat of the car. 

"I'm taking us straight to my place. I'll have some people come and move your things, but we can get you everything you need there."

"I don't need anything," said Bill, frowning. His son shook his head.

"You're behaving like a grumpy child, Billy. I don't like that. Now you're going to be living under my roof, so  you're going to be living under my rules, and the first rule is no back talk. Do you understand me?"

Bill was stunned. Jon sounded confident and strong. Just like he he was raised to be. But he'd never expected to be on the receiving end of such assertive dominance.  

"I am your father," he said in a calm voice. "Don't forget that. I could still put you over my knee, even if I am half crippled."

"That's it, I'm pulling over." His son got out of the car and marched around to where Bill was sitting. He unbuckled his father and before Bill knew it, he was over his own son's knee getting a spanking with every word his son spoke.

"You. will. not. talk. to. the. man. of. the. house. in. that. manner! You. will. obey. me. and. not. talk. back!"

Bill gritted his teeth. He was tough. He wasn't going to let this pipsqueak make him cry. But the truth was his son was no longer a pipsqueak. Bill may have been an imposing figure, but his son was just as large and strong, larger in fact. And he was 20 years younger. Bill didn't stand a chance, and was soon blubbering like a baby."

"I'm sorryyyy I'm sorryyyy!" he cried, and finally his son brought his head into his chest and rubbed his hair.

"It's okay, Billy. I just needed to show you who was in charge. There's going to be a lot of changes from now on and you're not going to like all of them, but believe me, it's for your own good. For starters, you're going to call me 'sir' from now on."

"But.. But..." 

"No buts, or *your* butt is going to be even redder. All I want to hear from you is 'yes sir'"

Bill hung his head, humiliated that his own son could overpower him like this. 

"Yes sir." 

"Also, I don't want you working as a firefighter anymore, or living on your own. It's just not safe for you. So after we get settled, you'll be resigning from the force, and selling your house. And don't argue with me - I've already decided. Now come on, get up, and let's buckle you in."

As Jon buckled the still sobbing man into his seat he noticed a wet patch between his legs. 

"Oh gosh. Look at you. You've wet your pants. We're going to have to get you some protection for that as well." 

Jon shook his head and got back into the front seat. Billy was going to be a handful, he could already tell. But he'd learned how to deal with such things growing up, and he knew Billy would see things his way sooner or later. Even if he had to start from square one. He made a note to look for more restrictive furniture and clothing to keep his Dad from tying to remove his protection or wander around before his leg was completely healed. 

Story 2:

10.14

Erwin had finally made it back to his apartment without anyone seeing him. It had been a harrowing experience. He had just had a wonderful weekend with his 'Daddy', and was getting ready to leave when his Daddy suggested he wear a diaper on the ride home. He hadn't liked that idea for fear of being caught, but his Daddy insisted. It all ended with a spanking and his pants being taken away leaving him in just a pink pony diaper and a hoodie. He was driven home sniffling, and what's worse his Daddy stopped about a mile away from the apartment and made him get out.

"You'll be walking the rest of the way baby. This will teach you not to hide your diapers."

He stood there, mouth agape while his Daddy drove off. He had no choice but to run home, and hope no one saw. By some miracle, no cars or pedestrians passed him on the way back to the complex, and there wasn't a sign of life in the apartment complex. He rushed through the parking garage up the stairs and down the hall to his apartment. When he got there he took the keys out of his hoodie and rushed to unlock his door.

"Damn it. Damn it. Come on...."

Just then he saw his neighbor coming out of his apartment. He turned back to the door, jamming them against the lock even more furiously to no avail.

"Shit!" he said, fumbling and dropping his keys.

Rando peeked out to see what all the racket in the hall was, and it turned out to be more interesting than he could have imagined. His cute neighbor in a diaper, trying and failing to open his door. In the blink of an eye he was there behind his neighbor, picking up the dropped keys.

"Here," he whispered in the man's ear, "Let me help you."

He took the correct key and unlocked the door. It swung open slowly and he walked forward, pushing Erwin, who had tensed up as if frozen, and forcing him to walk forward. When they were both inside, Rando shut the door and locked it. He looked his neighbor up and down and shook his head.

"Look at you. In a colorful diaper. Can't open a door by himself. Such a baby."

Erwin was so embarrassed he actually pissed himself. It was lucky he *was* wearing padding. It didn't help that his neighbor was sexy as hell - medium length hair hanging in an I don't care attitude, several facial piercings and a constant five o' clock shadow. He looked like a rock star, and for all he know, he could be. He was shy around people he found attractive. He'd never said more than two words to the guy. They both looked down and saw an obvious wet spot.

"Did you just..."

Erwin was at a loss for words, but Rando seemed to know just what to do.

"Somebody really does need his diapers doesn't he? Well, since there's no one else ot do it, I guess I'll have to babysit you for a while. Come on, little one, let's get you changed.

Erwin was glad he didn't have any diapers at his place, but then his neighbor gently lifted his bag from his shoulder and brought out a diaper and changing supplies. Oh no. Daddy must have left them there for him! He whined as he was led toward the bedroom.