Daily Free-Write December 6, 2020 (Patreon)

"Oh no, I can't get away!" cried Jacob, twisting and turning to free his cock from his captor's clutches.

"That's right, baby boy. How does it feel to be my baby captive?" The large bald man smiled and jacked Jacob's cock harder. 

"It feels good," said Jacob, panting and moaning. "Nothing I can do." 

"That's right, little guy. Nothing you can do! Does Jacob want to make stickies?" 

Jacob nodded his head as he began to squeeze his butt muscles and buck his hips. He was getting close now. 

"Too bad!" 

The man immediately forced Jacob's cock down into his diaper and taped it back up. Jacob groaned in frustration, humping the air in vane. The mine just laughed and go up on both his knees, proudly displaying his boxer-briefs which were already soaked with pre. 

"Babies like you don't get to make stickies. Only real men. I'm gonna cum in my undies right in front of you to show you can't have." 

The man moaned as he rubbed the front of his boxer-briefs, and Jacob continued to writhe around, more turned on than ever. The man knee-walked his way up over Jacob until he was inches from the tied up man's face. The scent of cum, piss, and musk invaded Jacob's nostrils, making him feel faint with desire. He couldn't help but tilt his head forward and try to bury his face in the man's crotch, but the man stayed frustratingly out of reach. When Jacob snaked his tongue out it came within a hairs breadth of the fabric. Then came the words he was waiting for.

"I'm gonna... c-c-cummmmm!" bellowed the large man, and he shoved his crotch into Jacobs face, grabbing his head and jamming it in nose deep.

"Open up, diaper bitch! You better suck every drop out of my undies!" 

Jacob eagerly did as he was told, his mouth full of the flavorful fabric. He was in absolute heaven. 

Than man panted and left Jacob to finish cleaning off his undies before backing off and flopping down on the bed next to him. 

"Would you like the restraints off?" 

Jacob nodded, and the man unclipped Jacob's wrists and ankles. 

"Thank you, Daddy." 

"You're welcome, little boy. Daddy has to go now. You can see yourself out and I'll see you in a week, yeah?" 

"Sure, Daddy. See you in a week." 

Jacob's smile fell a bit. The illusion was broken. After Daddy left, he shucked on his clothes and headed out into the hall, where room after room awaited. It was like a hotel, but not really. Kind of how Daddy was a Daddy but not really. He sighed and zipped up his coat as he walked into the winter air of the city. He thought about his life. These days he spent more time inside his head than out. Pretendin his morning oatmeal was baby food being fed to him in a high chair. Pretending he couldn't stop himself when he wet or messed his diapers. Pretending his pacifier was held there by something. And pretending he really was someone's captive baby slave.

The truth was, he was a pet groomer with four noisy party-happy roommates, and when he wasn't at work, he spent most of his day locked up in his room where they couldn't bother him with their drunken antics. 

He got off the bus and walked past all the litter in the flower boxes from waiting passengers. Walked up the stairs of the 'party house'. 

"Heyyy dude!" said Alex as he walked in. "Wanna spar?" 

"I, uh, just got home!" 

"Even better! The element of surprise!" He ran up and put Jacob in a headlock. 

"Hey, dude!!! Lemme go!" 

"Not until you take a shot and spar with me!" 

"Shit!! Okay..." 

Alex had about 7 inches on him, so there was no way he would be able to fend him off. He rubbed his neck while Alex poured two shots of cheap vodka. 

"Bottom's up!" 

Jacob downed it in one gulp and grimaced. It had been a while.

"Yes! You did it! Nobody's gonna believe you actually took a shot unless I get it on tape. One more shot dude!"

"No, no," said Jacob, waving Alex off.

"C'mon, man! Don't be so lame! You used to hang out all the time, now all you do is hide in your cave. Take a shot with me. I know you don't have work tomorrow." 

"Fine, fine," said Jacob. He did kind of miss hanging out with his buds. Maybe he should try and be more social again.

By the third shot, the point of this exercise had been largely forgotten. He was starting to really feel it. 

"What were we doing again?" asked Alex. "Oh yeah, sparring! Come on out back, the guys are already there hangin out on the back porch." 

"Okay okay, I'll be right there. I just gotta go to the bathroom." Alex didn't want to go out there until he took off his diaper - he'd die if anyone noticed his crinkly underwear. But Alex wasn't having it. 

"No bathroom, bathrooms are for pussies. Come on, dude!" 

"No, man, I really have to go to the bathroooooo!" Alex picked him up and hustled him out back, where their three room mates were drinking and smoking. 

"Heyyyy! It's Jacob!" said nate, the only person there that was shorter than Jake.

"What? Jake? Never heard of him. I thought he was a myth!" said Karl, who ruffled Jacob's hair. 

The last roommate, the tall and gawky Greg just came up to Jacob and gave him a big hug. 

"Hey man! Long time no see! Aloha!" 

Jacob stared back into his bloodshot, half-lidded eyes. Greg was stoned off his ass. 

"Alright, alright guys. Calm down. Jake and I are gonna spar."

This had the opposite effect, of course, and all the guys started talking at once. 

"Guys!" boomed Alex, in a louder voice. "Come on! This is a serious match. We need to focus here. Nate, you record. Greg, you're the referee. Karl, you throw in the towel if it comes to that." He handed Karl a dirty dish towel. 

"Ding ding ding!" said Greg, banging on the metal table on the far side of the porch. 

Jacob circled around Alex, nervous about just how much bigger his opponent was. Jacob didn't even know how to fight, much less take down a kickboxer. This was evident when Alex immediately tackled him to the ground and put him in an arm bar. 

"Oooffff!!!!"

"1. 2. 3. 7. 10. He's out!" yelled Greg, waving his hands. 

"Throw in the towel, Karl! Throw in the towel!" yelled Jacob, who was quickly rewarded with a faceful of dirty dishtowel. 

When Alex finally got up off him, and Jacob got up, he was laughing. The alcohol had fully kicked in and he was wobbly on his feet.

"Okay Alex, I gotta admit that was kinda fun..." He pulled off his dishtowel to look at the guys. They were all staring back at him. Nate was bug eyed. Alex's eyebrows were pushed together like he was trying to solve a calculus equation. Karl's mouth was open in a half smile, and Greg's eyes went wide a moment later before settling back down into their half-lidded daze.

"Whoah," was all Greg said. 

"What are you guys... looking... at...." Jacob looked down. His pants had a big hole in them. They must've gotten caught when he was taken down. He didn't even hear them tearing. One thing he did know was his diaper was completely visible. He bolted, but before he could get back in the house Alex had him in another choke hold. 

"Holllld on there, buddy! Is this why you've been hiding from us these past few months? You've got some explaining to do!" 

Jacob's mouth went dry. How was he going to explain this? And what were they gonna think say or do when he did?