February 11, 2021 Daily Free-Write (Patreon)

This is a continuation of February 10, 2021 “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 4”

“Rule number one, you will respect my home and property. That means cleaning up after yourself, treating dishes, the furniture, everything in the house with respect. Do you see what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I got it,” said Frank, taking another pull of beer.

“Rule number two, what I say goes. It’s my house so this is not a democracy. My house my way. If I say change the channel on the TV then the channel changes. If I say don’t eat the raspberry sorbet in the fridge, that raspberry sorbet better be there tomorrow.”

“Okay…,” said Frank, raising an eyebrow and looking in the direction of his wife. It may have been the house rules but judging by Gerard’s eye contact, the man was only really talking to him.

“Rule number three, no complaining. I know you all don’t have any income right now, so I’ll go ahead and get all the groceries, and anything else you need. Like I said we have a list on the fridge. But that means what you get is what you get, and if you complain, you might just not get it. Comprende?”

“Uh… hold on,” said Frank. “Do these rules apply to Leandra too? It seems like you’re aiming all these at me…”

“Yes, they apply to everyone, but I know Leandra. I trust she already knows what I like and don’t like so I have no concern about her breaking any of these rules. You, I don’t know. I’d like to be friends, Frank, but right now you are just my good friend’s partner, so I want to make sure we understand what the expectations are so we get off on a good foot. Do you get me, Frank? …Frank?”

Frank had grown bored with the speech and was no longer paying attention. He wished he had his phone, but he had shattered the screen and he hadn’t seen it since the car trip when he’d lost his pants.

“Frank! If you’re not going to take this seriously, then we can start taking away house privileges. How does no TV for a week sound?”

“What?! No! Don’t do that,” said Frank, his eyes going wide. Without a phone, computer, or TV he’d have absolutely nothing to occupy his time. What was he supposed to do, read a book?”

“Well if you want your stay here to be enjoyable, then you will show me respect. That is rule number four.”

“Right,” said Frank. “Respect.” This Gerard guy was getting on his nerves. Did they even go to the same college? He didn’t remember the guy.

“Last rule for now is no spending,” said Gerard. “You get what I give you and like it, or maybe next time you won’t get it at all. Like that French beer you’re enjoying, Little Cocu.”

“What did you call me?” asked Frank.

“The beer. It’s called Petite Cocu,” said Gerard with a smirk. Of course he had actually just called Frank a little cuckold, but Frank didn’t know French.

“How about we make a new rule,” said Frank, crossing his arms. “No more French! I can’t understand your language, dude. I speak American.”

“American isn’t a language, sweetie,” said Leandra, rolling her eyes.

Gerard ignored Frank’s provocative comments and continued. “Leandra has given me your phone and wallet for safekeeping. I’ll take it to a repair place tomorrow and get an estimate – depending on how much it costs, we can come to an arrangement on how you compensate me for the repair.”

“”What? You can’t have my things!” said Frank, getting belligerent. The alcohol was not doing his mood any favors.

“Why, you can’t use them anyway. You’ve got nothing on your cards, and I need to take your phone in tomorrow, unless you want to keep it broken…”

“No, no, fine. You can have the phone. But I want my wallet. I have credit cards I can use to get what I need.”

“And pay them back with what money? Leandra told me what you did with the savings. I’m not about to have you running up debts while you live here.”

“Hey, that’s none of your business, buddy,” said Frank, standing up. “What are you telling him that for?” he said, to his wife raising his voice. He was seething.

“It is my business when you’re living under my roof,” said Gerard, stepping up so he was chest to chest with Frank. “Don’t try me, mister. You won’t like what you get.”

Frank took a step back. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment from another man. It was one thing for him and Leandra to fight, but Gerard looked ready to fight.

“Hey, I’m just saying. I-I just want my Driver’s license. Let me have that at least, in case I want to go out.”

“If you need to go out you can ask me or Leandra first,” said Gerard.

Frank didn’t like it, but he didn’t have much to work with. He didn’t have his wallet or his phone and he didn’t know where Gerard had put them. He’d have to snoop around when Gerard was away shopping.

“Okay, fine.” Frank said, gripping his elbows tightly as is he were cold. If he were younger, it could be described as a pout. Gerard made him sign the list and pin it up on the refrigerator where he could see it. His face burned red as he did this. It made him feel like a little kid in a way. He reached over to the beer to wash away that feeling, but Gerard took it before he could reach it.

“I think that’s enough beer for you, buddy,” said Gerard. “Leandra is right, you arecranky.”

“What?” said Frank, shocked. “But… but I want it.”

“Frank, I think you’d better go to bed,” said Leandra.

“I don’t wanna!” Frank said, balling up his fists. He was beginning to sound like a petulant child.

“Too bad,” said Leandra. “Go on, Frank. And make sure you get your diaper on for bed as well. After that number you did on your diapers when you slept in the car, I can’t trust you to stay dry tonight either.”

“What?!” said Frank. “No way! You’ve gotta be joking!”

“Frank,” said Gerard. “She’s serious. You agreed to respect my things, right? Well, that’s my bed you’re sleeping on and I don’t want you getting it wet.”

“But I don’t wet the bed!” Frank protested.

“Well, then it should be easy for you to keep your diapers dry then, isn’t it?”

Franks cheeks burned red. “I don’t need them,” was all he could say.

“Okay, then, I’ll tell you what. You prove to me you don’t need them, and you can go to bed without.”

“Oh, come on… This is stupid,” he said.

“Right now it’s Leandra’s word against yours and I know her a lot better than I know you, so this is gonna be the best chance you get. But if you don’t think you can prove it, then you can just go and put them on and don’t make a fuss. Either way, this is the last time I want to have this discussion with your, unless you want to lose those TV privileges we talked about.”

“Grr. Fine. You win, Leandra. I’ll wear the damn diaper.”

“Good,” said Leandra. “You can report to us after you’ve put it on so we can see you’ve done it properly.”

Frank’s mouth went dry. “In… in front of… him? Come on Sandra, you’ve got to be joking.’

“No, and I want to be sure of it too,” said Gerard, smirking.

Frank was speechless. He stomped off to wash up for bed with the sound of their laughter behind him as they continued their conversation. He couldn’t’ help but think that laughter was for him.

After he was showered, he stood in his room looking at the pack of diapers waiting for him on the dresser. He hated this. This must have been Leandra’s way of getting back at him for spending the money. Still, he had no choice. He decided to bite the bullet and just do it. He picked up the diaper and looked at it. Seemed easy enough. He pulled it up between his legs still standing and tried to tape one side, but as soon as he reached over to grab a tape the whole thing flopped over. He tried it with the other side and same result. After another failed attempt he got frustrated and started fighting the diaper. Eventually he tried sitting down to put it on and that seemed to work ok. Satisfied with his work, he put his pants back on and headed to the kitchen. They really felt almost like normal underwear, just a little thicker, and with a crinkle which made him quite self-conscious. His nervousness increased as he approached the two of them. He felt like they had the upper hand, sitting elevated above him on tall kitchen chairs while he stood there in an infantile garment.

“Well?” said Leandra when he stopped in front of them. “Let’s see.”

“Go on, then,” said Gerard in a more encouraging tone.

He looked from one to the other and back and reluctantly, shakily unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them ever so slightly.

“Oh come on, let’s go,” said Leandra, coming over and pulling down his pants to his feet.

“Hey!” said Frank, blushing brightly.

“We’ll be here all night,” she said, rolling her eyes. Then she saw the laughably bad job he did with the diaper and laughed. “Oh dear. That’s going to leak the minute you do. I think you better leave the diapering to us,” she said.

“Us? What do you mean us? No way Gerard is-”

“I can handle it,” said Gerard. “I really don’t mind.”

As if that’s what Frank was worried about.

“Only if I can’t get to it,” she quickly added.

Frank was getting more and more stressed out over this whole conversation, and he had reached his breaking point.

“I can’t talk about this right now,” he said, and stomped back off to their room.”

Gerard and Leandra looked at each other.

“Should I talk to him or should you?” asked Gerard.

“I think I will, but you’d better come along. I don’t’ want him thinking he can get away with that in your house. And you can take this,” she said, handing him a permanent marker. “I’ll explain in a moment,” she added when he gave her an inquisitive look.

“I haven’t really diapered anyone before…” said Gerard, scratching the back of his head.

“Just watch what I do,” said Leandra. “It’s not as hard as you think.”

“Okay,” he said, “You lead the way!”

Frank was in bed, in his terribly taped diaper, with his arms crossed and pouting.

“Leandra, I…” he began in an angry tone as she entered the room but stopped short when he saw Gerard come in after her. “What is he doing here?” he asked.

“He’s here to see how I diaper you,” she said, with her hands on her hips. “Now scoot down so I can fix that diaper.”

“No way!” he said, his eyebrows down and his jaw set.

“SCOOT. NOW,” she said, pointing her finger at the bottom of the bed. His face got a little more plaintive as he scooted down to the edge of the bed. “Good boy, now keep those hands up high where I can see them. You let momma do all the work.”

He had to cover his eyes and turn his head away was she reached down to grip the tapes on his diaper.

“It’s a good thing they have two tapes on these,” she said, separating the white tabs from the blue tabs and repositioning the diaper. She turned to Gerard and waved him over.

“Come take a look at this. I want you to see how I position the diaper and where the tapes go best for him.”

“How can you tell they’re even?” he asked, inspecting the diaper.

“Well, I like to use the edge of the padding to tell me. Plus you can tell they’re nice and tight like this.”

Frank tried not to be there as she explained things to Gerard. He simply looked away and closed up his ears, wishing he was anywhere but there. He was only taken out of it when he was shocked by his legs and butt lifting off the bed all of a sudden.

“And then you just check around the back of his legs to make sure it’s got a nice seal all the way around and voila! We don’t’ have any oil or baby powder but this should do for tonight.” She said, lowering his ankles back down to the bed.

“Hold it!” she said as Frank maid to scramble for the covers. Gerard came forward with a sharpie to sign each of the tapes.

“Since you’ll be reporting to me in the morning dry, I want to make sure you didn’t’ cheat,” he said with a smirk.

Frank couldn’t argue with the logic, but it was still humiliating. It was bad enough that he had to be seen in diapers at all. He hoped this would be the be the first and last time this happened.

“Alright, bud, nighty night,” said Gerard pulling back the covers for Frank to crawl under. Frank couldn’t meet his eyes, and attempted to pull them open a little further himself to at least feel like it hadn’t been Gerard that had done it, but as soon as he was down, Gerard had the covers back up over him. The two of them looked down at him approvingly and Gerard threw an arm around Leandra’s shoulders. “Welcome home, buddy,” he said, before they walked out together, turning off the light and closing the door.

Frank spend the next 20 minutes or so staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t stand what was happening to him. He felt so off balance, here. It was like he didn’t’ have a say in anything. And he didn’t’ like the way Gerard was so friendly with his wife. What was going on with that?

Eventually the sound of snores could be heard all the way out in the kitchen.

“Oh, god, I’ll never fall asleep to that,” she said, looking down and running her fingers through her hair in exasperation.

“Like you were ever going to sleep in there anyway,” said Gerard with a smirk. “Come on. Let’s go to my room and see how I put you to bed.”

She giddily joined him ready to finally have some real action from someone that she cared about. This was better than those romance novels by a long shot.