Daily Free-Write March 10, 2021 (Patreon)

“Forward back forward back b a b …. No… that’s not it… back back back b a b quarter circle turn? Damnit… this is too hard…” Derek slammed his palm down on the face of the arcade cabinet.

“Heyyy, it’s alright,” said a smooth voice near his ear. “You’re so close. Just keep on playing. You’re almost there…”

“Yeah… yeah, I almost got it…” said Derek, nodding and licking his lips. The tall man beside him smiled as Derek got sucked into the game. Derek hardly even noticed the man slipping a few extra quarters into the machine to keep the game going. Derek’s eyes glazed over as he continued to play. “Yeah… mmm… nnn the zone…” he mumbled, his movements becoming automatic. Reflexive.

“There you go… you got it…”

The tall man smiled as Derek slowly relaxed, no longer seeing the screen. His hands made ineffectual motions, twitching, but never quite hard enough to press down any of the buttons. He smiled as a wet spot began to grow on the front of Derek’s pants, and drool started to go down his chin. He was so relaxed. So ready to listen to his words and do whatever he was told, at least for now.

“Wow, you did so good. You’re gonna get a special prize at the prize counter…”

“Yay… prize…” mumbled Derek. In his mind he had just scored a new record on the machine, and he was going to get some glamorous prize for his achievement. “Lead the way…”

“Come with me, champ. It’s right this way.”

The tall man led him by the hand to a blue door that said employees only. On the other side of that door was an equipment room, with lots of mats, extra chairs and tables, what looked like a lot of the stuff for the birthday area. It was quite large with some wire mesh separating the entry area from the rest. Past a few racks of equipment and boxes, around a corner there was a spot that had a blue mat laid out. This was where Derek was laid out.

“Here you go, isn’t it so cool?” asked the tall man, holding up the light pink chastity cage. Derek didn’t see it as that. He saw it as whatever the man suggested it was. Until he said something it occupied a space in his mind that labeled it as ((prize)). So that is what he saw.

“Yes, it’s your prize. A ring. The master gamer’s ring, for your amazing achievement of a million points in alley brawler. But the ring is very valuable. You can’t just walk around with it on your finger. Someone might try to steal it.”

“No… no steal…” said Derek, his brow furrowing ever so slightly, while his face remained mostly a blank, his eyes vacant, a string of drool still dribbling from the side of his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it. I know a super special place we can put it, where no one will find it…”

30 minutes later, Derek came to. He was standing in front of the game as if nothing had happened. And to him, it really hadn’t.

“Oh damn,” he said, checking his phone. “Look at the time! How the eff did it get to be 6pm already? I gotta get out of here!” He rushed to leave but bumped into a tall man. He hadn’t bothered to look where he was going and it nearly sent him back into the game cabinet.

“Oof! Sorry about that bu--- udddd…..” He was thrown off to when he realized how high he had to crane his neck to meet the man’s eyes. A friendly face on a sporty looking body. Close shaved hair, ears sticking out, brown eyes, a caramel complexion. In shorts and a tank. The man was either a basketball player or a kickboxer.

“Hey, no problem, pal. I barely felt it. I was just gonna tell you - you almost forgot this.”

“Oh… m-my backpack…”

Derek blinked as his attention was brought to the yellow bag being held up by this stranger. It didn’t matter that he had never seen the bag in his life. It was his now because the man said it was.

“I’ll bet it would have really sucked if you lost it.”

“Yeah, it would have really sucked if I lost that thing. Hey, thanks, uh…”

“David.”

“Yeah, thanks David. I owe you one!”

“You do! Well, I guess I’ll see you here tomorrow same time as usual, huh?”

“Yeah, tomorrow for sure!” said Derek, completely forgetting that he had never been in this arcade before. Forgetting that he was only here because he had gotten off at the wrong bus stop and had some time to kill before the next bus. He was completely certain he was a regular here. He always came here after school for at least a couple hours. He stepped outside and it was dark. “What the f…”

The next thing he knew he was back in front of the arcade cabinet again. It was the next day. “Oh, man… how long have I been playing?”

“Hey, bud. Been a while. I brought you a soda,” said David.

“Thanks, man,” Derek said, taking it and gulping it down greedily as he sucked the straw.

“No problem. Hey, don’t you think it’s time for a potty break? You wouldn’t want to have an accident.”

Derek nodded and immediately squatted down, smiling and relaxing as he pooped the back of his pants and flooded the front of his jeans. He never stopped drinking as the back of his pants sagged lower and lower. He just smiled and sighed at the relief. Several other players noticed and began laughing, elbowing their friends and pointing.

“Uh oh, looks like I called it,” said Derek, taking back the laxative laced drink. “We’d better get you cleaned up. What is this, like the fifth time you’ve soiled your pants at the arcade?”

“Yeah,” said Derek, somewhat distractedly as he looked back to the cabinet. “That sounds about right.”

He turned to go back to the game but Derek grabbed his wrist.

“Ah ah ah, that’s enough of that for now. We’d better take care of you first. You need a change.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Said Derek, as if it was obvious. He laid down on his back and lifted his legs, eliciting more laughter from the other patrons.

“Haha, not here, silly. I think we’d better go somewhere a little more private.”

“Okay,” said Derek, getting back up and following the man back through the blue door.

Back at their special hidden place, the man pulled down his poopy pants and wiped him down . Derek’s cage sat proudly between his legs, his cock drooling precum left over from the wonderful feeling of messing himself. David took his time wiping Derek clean. He wanted to enjoy this as long as he could. His last moments out of diapers.

“There we go. Almost done,” he said, as he manipulated the cage to make sure that it and the area around it was completely spotless. The poop had made it all the way to Derek’s balls this time. He could only imagine what would happen once that laxative kicked in.

“I think we’d better take a look in your yellow bag.”

“Yeah,” said Derek. “Let’s open it.”

Out came a couple thick diapers, some oil, and a little plug.

“Alright! Let’s get you padded up. You shouldn’t have come without one on. I guess you’ll just have to go home in this today.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll just go home in this.”

Derek didn’t think much of it. This was completely normal. He was thinking about what he would have for dinner, mostly, as he was plugged and diapered up by this man.

“All done, champ. Let’s get you back out there. Maybe you can play one more game before you go home…”

He was led back to the cabinet to play the ‘baby game’ as it was dubbed by the regulars who were now laughing uproariously and taking pictures. One more session left him drooling and pissing his diapers as he smiled and sank into the warmth.

“Such a great player you are,” said Derek. “I think we’d better think about getting you home now. Come on, back to the car.”

That was right. Derek always went home in David’s car. He smiled happily as David let him waddling out to the van. David couldn’t wait for the next part, when David would wake up completely back to full awareness only to find himself in a diaper and chastity. Desperately horny and humping whatever he could put his padded crotch on with no relief in sight. That part was going to be his favorite.

“Okay, Derek,” he said stopping in front of the poor guy’s place. “You’re home. You ready to play a new game?”

Derek nodded. “Yeah! How do I play?”