Daily Free-Write February 27, 2020 (Patreon)

Continuation of February 12, 2020 "Diapercuck's Life Pt. 6"

Frank was bored as he flipped through the channels.

“Doesn’t he had any Sports channels on here?” he complained aloud.

“I’m sure he does, Frank. You’re just looking for reasons to complain,” called Leandra from the kitchen. She was reading her romance novel and snacking lightly on some cheese while Frank stewed in the living room. What he really wanted was some porn, but Gerard had his phone, and he had no way to get online.

“Hey,” he called, leaping to his feet. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it. “Does Gerard have a computer? He’s gotta have a computer…”

“I’m sure he does, Frank. You can ask him when he gets home.”

The finality of her voice told Frank he would not be allowed to try and find it himself. He slumped back on the couch, crossing his arms. Aside from his frequent trips to the bathroom he hadn’t done anything all day except sit in front of the TV bored. He hadn’t even been able to find any beer in the house, much to his annoyance. What, exactly, did Gerard expect him to do with himself all day? That’s when he heard the key in the door. “Finally!” he said to himself, leaping to his feet as Gerard came in carrying several grocery bags.

“Oh good, you’re here-“ began Frank, who then had the bags shoved into his arms.

“Yes, make yourself useful and take these,” said Gerard. “I have more in the car.”

Frank was annoyed by Gerard’s tone, but he was much to preoccupied by the load of groceries in his arms to reply. He hurried them over to the kitchen table, scootching Leandra off her chair as he put down everything.

“I’ve got more out here,” called Gerard, and once Frank confirmed that there was no beer among the groceries Gerard had handed him, he went right out. If he was hoping to find the beer in Gerard’s car, he was to be sorely disappointed, instead, Gerard held out several packs of pull-ups and diapers in his size for him to bring inside.

“Hey, what the heck is this all for?” asked Frank, incredulous that Gerard had brought him more diapers. “I thought you said we were gonna wait and see!”

“That was before I saw the state of your clothes. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the wet spots in your underwear and in the front of your pants?”

Frank blushed. Gerard had indeed noticed the results of his poor bathroom habits. Failing to shake and make sure he was finished completely before stuffing his member back into his pants was Frank’s M.O.

“Not to mention what I saw in the back of your pants. Besides, your wife was kind enough to put them on the shopping list for you. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Frankie. I can tell that you were trying to prove something, but it’s not gonna fly in this house.”

“But.. I … you…” Frank was speechless. He was extremely embarrassed that  Gerard had brought up the skid marks in his undies. “Th-those are private! You shouldn’t be looking at my underwear anyway. And what’s the big idea calling me Frankie?”

“Are we going to have an attitude problem, Frakie,” asked Gerard cocking his eyebrow. “Have you been keeping my pants dry, buddy? I think we had better check,” he said, reaching down for Frank’s pants.

Frank leapt back, looking around him. He was out in the open in the neighborhood and this conversation was already getting waytoo personal por public consumption.

“N-no! I mean… Yeah.. I mean… can we talk about this inside?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Sure thing, bud,” said Gerard, handing Frank the packs of diapers and pull-ups. “Then go ahead and bring these into your room. I’ve got your clothes too, and I’ll be wanting mine back. Probably need a wash already,” he said, muttering the final part to himself.

Frank stomped inside blushing so hard his ears were burning. He couldn’t believe he was being made to bring in his own diapers by a well-meaning if misinformed Gerard. How was he ever going to convince him that he didn’t need them if Leandra kept sabotaging him. Of course he didn’t think for a second about the fact that he could have had better bathroom habits to start with. Taking responsibility was beyond his ability.

He quickly tossed all the packs on the dresser and ran back out to the living room. He couldn’t get away from them fast enough. He was just in time to see Gerard setting down the last of the foodstuffs, and his eyes zeroed in on the case of beer he had brought.

“Oh, thank god. Beer!” he said, rushing up to grab some.

“Ah, ah, ah!” said Gerard, snatching the case away, and setting it up on a high shelf with the help of a stepstool. “Not for you, buddy.”

“What do you mean?” whined Frank, unable to comprehend why anyone would separate him from his beloved golden beverage.

“I mean what I said. No more beer for you. I’ve seen what it does to you for myself, not that Leandra didn’t warn me, and its clear that it doesn’t agree with you. I’ve gotten you plenty of apple juice instead. That’s much better for you, I think.”

Frank followed Gerard’s gaze to the bottles of apple juice sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you put some in the fridge so you have cold juice for later?” asked Gerard.

Frank frowned, and looked from the apple juice to the beer, but Gerard fixed him with a stare that told him it was not a question, and he found himself hurrying to do as he was told. Somehow, knowing that he was being made to help with this foolishness – having to carry his own diapers to his room and stock his juice in the fridge – it made things much worse. The worst of all was the fact that when Gerard had fixed him with that stare, he felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach that seemed connected right to his cock. It only made him more upset. Then as he was putting the last few bottles that would fit in the fridge, he remembered something that made him feel a little better.

“Oh!” he said, popping his head out of the fridge  “Hey, Gerard. Do you have a computer?”

“Yeah, bud, why. Do you want some online time?”

“Yeah!” he said. At least he could spend some time making his own fun. That was probably why he was so trigger happy in his pants.

“I don’t know, Leandra, do you think he’s earned it?”

Frank had forgotten she was even there. He looked over to her as she put her finger on her chin and looked deep in thought.

“Gee, I don’t know. All he’s done all day is be a lump on the couch and complain. Pretty sure complaining is against the rules. Anyway, I think he’s had enough screen time for one day.”

“Aww, come on,” said Frank. “I’ve been bored all day!”

Gerard responded, ignoring him. “Well, maybe if he’s very good and helps put away all the groceries, I’ll think about it.”

Frank rushed to help, knowing that he would tear his hair out if he had to spend another day without banging one out to his favorite porn site. He certainly wasn’t going to spend the day with those two.

Gerard and Leandra chuckled as they watched Frank hurry to get it all done.

“See? He can be a good helper with the right motivation,” said Leandra, with a sly grin. “Hey! Be carefiul, Frankie. You know better than to run through the house!”

Frank looked like a scolded child as he slowed his movement, too preoccupied with the promised reward to realize just how childish he appeared right then with how they were treating him.

“Great job, Buddy!” said Gerard, when he was all finished. Frank had been standing proudly when he finished, showing them that he could do a good job, but it only took a word from Gerard to make him feel completely deflated and small. He was being talked down to once again, and he didn’t like it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Gerard handed him a couple more items.

“Go ahead and take these into the bathroom, bud. Ooh, and judging by your breath you need it!”

Surprised, Frank looked down at what he had in his hands. A kid’s electric toothbrush, shaped like some cartoon dog characters, sparkly kid’s toothpaste and…. “Bubblegum mouthwash?!”

“Yes, you didn’t have any toiletries, so I got them for you. Now go on and put them in your bathroom. And brush your teeth while you’re at it.”

“But these are for kids,” he whined, looking up at Gerard.

“I said March. Do I need to remind you about the rule about doing as you’re told?”

“No, Gerard,” said Frank, scowling. He stomped off to the bathroom and did as he was told, hating the sweet taste of the bubblegum flavored toothpaste and bubble gum.

“He’s gonna have to have an attitude adjustment pretty soon,” said Gerard to Leandra as Frankie stomped off.”

“Yeah,” she said, “and I think I have just the idea…”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WEAR PULL-UPS?!” yelled Frank, when he got into the bedroom. He had been told to go there for his clothes, but he never never expected this.

“Well you’re certainly not wearing my underwear!” said Gerard. “And I’ll kindly ask you to lower your voice. I shouldn’t even have to tell you that that’s a rule here”

“But… but…”

“Rule number one: You will respect my property. I told you last night, and the pull-ups are part of it. Now how about you stop sulking and take a look at your new clothes.”

Frank’s mood lightened ever so slightly at the prospect of having clothes that fit him again. Anyway it would be nice not to have Gerard nitpicking the condition of his pants.

He dumped out the bags on the bed as Gerard and Leandra looked on intently, but immediately recoiled at what he saw. There on the bed were clothes that he would never have picked in a million years. He picked up a dinosaur footed sleeper complete with back spines and tail. He held it between his thumb and forefinger as if it was hazardous waste.

“Ugh… Really? These clothes are all so… childish!”

“Frankie!” called Leandra. “I can’t believe you! Gerard bought these with his own money. He didn’t’ have to get anything for you.”

Gerard came up to Frank and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Remember what we talked about last night? No complaining in my house. I got these for you, did you forget the rule?”

“No….” muttered Frank, looking down at the floor.

Leandra’s voice piped in. “Frankie. What do we say?”

Frank looked at her, wide eyed, almost angry She mouthed ‘thank you’.

Frank looked down at the floor, angry, his cheeks burning. “Thank you,” he said, finally.

Gerard smiled and patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome, buddy. Now why don’t you try it on?”