Daily Free-Write March 6, 2021 (Patreon)

Continuation of February 28 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 8”

“So this is what you’re into, huh kiddo?” asked Gerard, unable to surpress a small grin at the adorable scene of his friend’s husband rubbing his diapers to a baby show.

“Shut up,” Mumbled Frank, still doubled over from the intense orgasm he’d just experienced. “I’m not- Unh…” another spasm interrupted his reply as he ejaculated into his diaper once more. “N-not into this!” he said.

Gerard raised an eyebrow. He didn’t look convinced. “Okay, buddy. If you say so. We can talk about it later, right now it’s time to turn off the computer and come to lunch.”

“No really!” Frank insisted. “I don’t even watch this stupid show. I just didn’t have a choice since you put an age restriction on my account.”

“I did? Well, it must not have bothered you too much because you never asked for me to take it off, did you, bud?”

“I didn’t wha…?” Frank hadn’t thought to ask for Gerard to take off the age restriction. The thought that it was an accident had never crossed his mind.

“But now that I’ve seen what you’re into, looks like you don’t need those age restrictions off anyway.”

“No!” said Frank, aghast at the suggestion that this was to become a permanent restriction. “You can't!“

“Can't? What do you mean can't? this is my house, or did you forget, little man?”

Frank ‘s mouth hung open. He sat there in his dinosaur pajamas completely speechless, and Gerard was more than happy to fill the silence with his own words.

“From now on, you are on restricted internet access and this door stays open at all times. if you're big enough to make stickies in your diapers to pawsome squad, you can do it in front of us. But I think I’m going to have to have a talk with your mommy. Yes, don’t think I missed thatlittle detail during last night’s diaper change, little boy.* he added, as Frank reacted to the use of the M word.

Frank was fuming. “Now you listen here…”

Gerard continued, speaking over Frank as if he hadn’t said a word. “Now I think it's time for your lunch, then you're going down for a nap Mr. cranky pants, and no complaining. Got that?”

Gerard shut down the computer and Frank was led out of the computer room by the hand to the kitchen.

“Okay, lunch is ready. Go get your juice, Frankie.”

Frank looked back at Gerard and Leandra resentfully as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed the juice. He came back to see them giggling.

“You'll never guess what I caught your little hubby doing….”

“No, don't tell her!” said Frank. Leandra just looked at him with scorn.

“Shush, little man, and eat your sandwich. Mommy and Gerard are talking.”

Frank blushed and stared at his plate. All he had was a stupid bottle of apple juice to wash it down, while Gerard enjoyed a nice tall beer. And now the man was going to embarrass him further by telling his wife just what he had done in the computer room.

“…caught him rubbing his diapers through his lil dino sleeper! Isn’t that adorable?”

“They’re pull-ups…” Frank mumbled, pouting over his pb&j.

Leandra crossed her arms and smirked. “I don’t know. I think he plays with his little pecker a little too much. Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Do you have something in mind?” asked Gerard.

“Hey!” shouted Frank, blushing bright red. He was outraged that they would talk about his sex habits so openly at the table in front of him. He was even more angry that the discussion was giving him a raging erection.

“Okay, kiddo, that’s it,” said Gerard. “It’s nap time for you.”

“No!”

“Yes,” said Leandra, standing up and throwing down her napkin. The two of them pulled Frankie along to the bedroom. He struggled but was no match for the two of them, or even one of them, most likely.

Leandra smacked his butt hard, eliciting a shocked expression from the man, who had never gotten so much as a pinch from her at home. “You’re being a very naughty boy today. You may have gotten away with this behavior at home, but we’re in someone else’s home and I’m not putting up with it anymore.”

“Neither am I,” said Gerard. “Now here is what is gonna happen. We’re going to put you down for your nap, and you are not going to get out of bed until one of us comes to get you. Do I make myself clear?”

Frankie just nodded, too intimidated by the man’s stern tone to talk back.

“Guess he’s going to need a diaper,” said Frank.

“Yeah, I think we’d better, since he’s going to be sleeping,”

“What do you think, Leandra, should I get my practice in now?” asked Gerard,not even consulting Frank.

“Be my guest. says Leandra, as he laid out a brand-new changing mat with colorful Animals holding ABC blocks on it.

“Now wait just a minute,” said Frank, shocked that Gerard was actually thinking of diapering him. “I really don’t need that.”

“Pawsome Squad is his favorite, isn’t it?” asked Gerard, ignoring Frank.

“Sure is,” said Leandra, smiling and looking the shocked Frank right in the eyes.

“Lucky for him I got him Pawsome Squad diapers then,” said Gerard, ripping open a pack of diapers next to the Blarney pull-ups. “They match his toothbrush. It's a good thing Bullseye had so much selection in his size.”

Frank’s eye went wide when he saw the diaper in the man’s hand.

“Why are they so thick?!” he exclaimed.

“I saw you were doubling up yesterday and thought you could use a thicker diaper. Aren’t you glad that I happened to get your favorites? Now you’ll have your puppy pals close by all the time!”

He advanced on Frank, grabbing his wrist in one hand, while holding the diaper in the other.

“Hey, wait, those are baby diapers. I can’t wearthose,” whined Frank.

“Nonsense. These are the same size as your pull-ups and those fit you just fine,” said Gerard. “Now more backtalk or we’ll have to use something else I got at the store and hoped I wouldn’t have to use.”

“Come on, I really don’t need them,” said Frank, having the sinking feeling those diapers would end up on him whether he liked it or not.”

Gerard sighed and shook his head. “I warned him… Leandra, get the pacifier…”

Leandra pulled a pacifier out of the bag. Frank’s eyes bugged out. It was much larger than any baby pacifier he’d seen and it looked like it would stuff his mouth good. She went ahead and put it to his lips, which he clamped shut.

“You’ll open your mouth, little boy. Right. Now.”

Frank opened his mouth to try and talk his way out of it, but the pacifier went in before he could say a word.

“This stays in until one of us takes it out,” said Leandra. “And if you take it out on your own, we have ways of stopping that from happening again. Be glad that you have the freedom to choose to be good, because you won’t like it if that choice is taken away from you, mister.”

After that his sleeper was taken off without complaint. Gerard noticed the paperclip still stuck in the sipper tab and remarked to Leandra that they’d have to do something to make the zippers more secure.

Soon his sleeper was off and he was stepping out of his blarney pull-ups at Gerard’s behest.

“Look at that, Leandra. They’re already been soiled. He really must need these.”

Of course Frank knew it was mostly cum – surely he hadn’t wet himself or he’d have known. Nevertheless it still apparently counted. Yet one more notch against him in his struggle to prove his potty competence.

The blushing and naked man was lited onto the bed where his next diaper was waiting. Gerard remarked that he probably shouldn’t have hair down there, and Leandra moved his little pecker this way and that, discussing what cage she thought would be best to keep him from playing with himself too much. They went about talking as if they were discussing the weather over coffee, instead of his diapers over a changing mat.

All this talk was leaving Frankie embarrassingly hard. His face was red, and he was frustrated because he wanted to respond to everything they were saying but was too cowed to take out the pacifier himself.

Gerard diapered Frank for the first time with Leandra coaching him.

“Don’t forget the powder! That’s plenty. And rub it in nice and good. Great. Now tape it up. And don’t forget to check the leg guards...great job! You’re a natural!“

“Guess this means I can be a Daddy someday,” said Gerard, with a grin as he looked up at Leandra.

“I think so,” said Leandra, giving him a look that Frank didn’t like one bit. There was definitely some chemistry going on between the two. Frank wanted to break it up, but that was hard to do lying on the changing mat with a paci in his mouth. Instead he was just tucked tightly into bed by the man who diapered him like an infant.

“Okay, kiddo. Sleep tight. And remember what we said. The paci stays in your mouth and you stay in the bed!”

With that they were gone, leaving Frank to lay there and explore the feeling of his new ultra-thick baby diapers as he squirmed and wiggled under his tightly tucked sheets.