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Hello! Here's a fun little series I did a while back. Since the first two parts were posted before I started including attachments, I cleaned the old ones up and continued with a new one, so you get all three parts in one post today. Enjoy, and don't touch that diaper, cuck!

Daily Free-Write January 15, 2021: Denied

Bobby masturbated furiously over my open diaper. I whined as he got closer and closer, his shiny purple cockhead radiating heat I could feel from where he stood at the edge of the bed. I whined as he got closer. It had been so long since I had been able to touch myself at all.

“Unh… Unh… Unnhhhh… I’m gonna….”

My whining grew louder. It turned me on to be this close to my boyfriend while he had an orgasm. It had been a while since I'd had that privilege as well.

“I’m cummminnnnnggggg!” he roared, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as his cock pulsed one last time before lobbing penis pudding all over my crotch and diaper. I blushed and cringed in humiliation as I felt the warm liquid splatter against my baby bits.

“Ohh… gods, that felt good. Been saving that up for days, little man!” he said, once he finally recovered.

“Thanks Da- hey! Wait, what are you doing?” I asked as he taped up my diaper, trapping my bits in with his sperm.

“I’m securing your diaper, little boy. Wouldn’t want you to have an accident.”

He pulled down my onesie which had been lifted to sit over my belly and began to snap it between my legs like nothing had happened.

“But… but… I’ve been good! You said I would get to have stickies!”

“I said you’d get to have stickies in your diapers, he corrected.”

“Oh…” I nodded. This made sense. Good boys did everything in their diapers, even stickies. But when he carried me onto his hip, he didn’t bring a buzzy toy or anything else. He just carried me to my playpen in the living room and put me in there with a couple baby toys and my blankie.

I cocked my head at him.

“Um… Bobby?”

“Yes, little one?”

“Can I rub my diapees now? Or do I get buzzies?”

He smiled as if I had said something absolutely ridiculous.

“Silly boy, you don’t get to make cummies. You don’t get to play there at all.”

“But you said… You said I could have stickies in my diaper!” I whined. This felt so unfair! “I was good! You promised!”

He shook his head and chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sorry little man. I guess you misunderstood me. I said you’d get to have stickies in your diapers. I didn’t mean your stickies. Enjoy my stickies warming up your little bits, little guy. That’s the closest thing you’ll get. Now settle down. Chad is coming soon and I want us to be able to enjoy the movie together.

This was just great. It was movie night and I would be stuck in a playpen, denied release while my boyfriend cuddled with the hottie who was fucking him. I blushed hotly. It was so humiliating.

When I had admitted my secret desires to be diapered and cuckolded, I’d been afraid my boyfriend would judge me for it, maybe even break up with me. Instead, he seemed very into it. And he was really good at it. Suspiciously good at it. It was almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“But Daddy!” I began, but my protest was interrupted by a pacifier shoved In my mouth.

He held it in while he spoke his warning. “You keep that in or you’ll regret it, little one.”

I slumped in my crinkly plastic prison. I loved it. I hated it. I wasn’t sure if telling him was the best idea I'd ever had or the worst, but one thing was certain. There was no going back.

Daily Free-Write January 16, 2021: Denied Part 2

Continuation of January 15, 2021 “Denied”

“Is the little cuck still behaving?” asked Chad, as he broke his kiss with Bobby, my boyfriend.

Bobby turned to look at my playpen and caught me watching.

“Hey! Keep your hands out of there!”

I winced and quickly put my hands behind my back. The pacifier hadn’t quieted my moans as much as I thought. “Thowwy, Daddy!”

“We’ll have to do something about that,” he said, with a smirk. His smirk concerned me much more than an angry reaction. It told me he had a plan. Chad was grinning too, and he made sure to sit so I could see his hard-on poking out over the top of his shorts. He knew full well I hadn’t seen my hard-on since I'd asked to be put back in diapers by my boyfriend.

“We should give the cuck a little show if he’s going to be naughty,” said Chad.

“I do have that restraint point,” said Daddy, a slow grin growing on his face.

I shook my head, backing up toward the far side of the playpen, but there was no escape. Daddy had his bag of goodies nearby and soon he was approaching with some rope and mitts in hand.

“Hands up, little man.”

I whimpered, raising my hands to receive the mitts. He secured them on and locked them in place, then tied them to the restraint point on the floor of the playpen. Daddy joined Chad on the couch again, and their pants came fully off as they continued making out heavily. I was now forced to face them as they took things further, unable to lift my hands and touch my diaper. Chad made eye contact with me as he grabbed Daddy’s shoulders and pushed them down toward his crotch. He lay back on the couch, his hand on my boyfriend’s head, looking my way. That used to be me holding Bobby’s head. No longer.

“You’re next,” he mouthed. I blushed hotly and winced as my diaper stopped my erection from growing to full mast. I was so horny, I just had to rub it. but no matter how I tried to position myself, I couldn’t get a good angle to rub my diaper against my Mitts. I settled for humping the floor.

Bobby finally pulled his head up off of Chad’s cock.

“The little cuck is getting noisy,” he commented.

“Just turn the movie up,” said Chad.

Daddy  kissed Chad, then turned up the My Pretty Unicorn Movie to drown out the crinkles and moans from the playpen. I got to watch them get ready to fuck to a soundtrack of ponies singing about friendship. But I didn’t care. I was too horny. All I wanted to do was hump.

I had no idea why but ever since I began listening to Chad’s insomnia tapes to help me sleep, I had dreams of being diapered and cuckolded. Dreams that would wake me up with the most powerful orgasms. The more humiliating the dream, the louder my moans and cries as I would suddenly awake, spurting into the sheets. And the dreams just got more and more humiliating. The diapers were as much a fantasy fulfillment as a practical precaution as we both grew tired of replacing the sheets in the middle of the night.  But at least I was sleeping well.

I grunted in frustration, unable to get there. Meanwhile, Chad had lubed his cock up and was pressing it against Bobby’s backside. That used to be me. How had I become like this?

“Yeah, Bobby. Take my cock. This is what getting fucked by a real man feels like…”

“Yes, Chad, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me til I’m pregnant!”

Chad chuckled.

“Have you been listening to my tapes as well?”

Bobby blushed… “Well, maybe a little.”

My mouthed dropped open, and the pacifier fell out. Did that mean…?

“Oh, looks like the little diapercuck figured it out,” said Chad looking my way.

“Took him long enough,” said Bobby.

“The tapes… you did this to me!” I said, moaning at the humiliation of it all. It was almost enough to make me cum my pampers right there.

“That’s right, little man,” said Chad. “But you love it. What does it matter now? You know you’ve never felt this good before. You know you’d never go back, even if you could.”

I whined and humped faster, the constant *crinkle crinkle crinkle* of my diaper told them all they needed to know. He was right. This is what I wanted.

“Admit it. Tell your daddies this is what you want. And how you want to stay.”

“Yes, I admit it,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. “I love being a diapercuck.”

“Tell me you don’t deserve a boyfriend. You deserve a Daddy.”

“I don’t deserve a boyfriend. I deserve a Daddy!”

“And you shouldn’t be able to use your wimpy little peepee ever again.”

“I shouldn’t be able to use my wimpy little peepee ever again!” I repeated.

“Now tell me you want to watch  your boyfriend get bred pregnant by a real man.”

I whined. I tried to resist. But there was no denying the truth. “Breed my Boyfriend. I can’t do it myself. Please fill him with your seed 'til he’s pregnant!”

Chad practically roared out his orgasm as he filled my boyfriend’s ass with cream. I cried out and came at the same time right into my soggy padding. When he pulled out there was so much, some gushed out onto the couch cushions. He wiped his dickhead off on my boyfriend’s hole and grabbed his hair. “Hold that in, bitch. We’re gonna plug you up and make sure that seed stays inside to get you preggers.”

Bobby moaned and nodded while Bobby grabbed his backpack. Soon, my boyfriend was plugged up, and Bobby turned to me. I think it’s time we show you our little present to help take care of you.

I was afraid to know what it was but I didn’t have long to wonder because out of his backpack came something which I had dreamt about many times. I shuddered as an aftershock caused me to squirt another thick rope of cum into my diaper. Chad chuckled.

“Hope you enjoyed that orgasm, little man, because it’s going to be your last.” said Chad. In his hand he held a tiny pink chastity cage.

Daily Free-Write November 8, 2021: Denied Pt. 3

Continuation of January 15, 2021 "Denied"

"Well, cucky, get to cleaning," said Chad. He and Bobby had completed their coupling, but they had left an incredible mess on the couch. Cum was puddled all over the center cushion, and it was up to me to clean it up with my tongue. I whined as the powerful Chad grabbed my by the back of the neck and pushed my head down onto the cushion. I began lapping it up, groaning at how hot it made me.

"Oh yeah, show me how much you like it. Say mmm mmm, as you lap up the cum I seeded your boyfriend with, diapercuck."

"Mmm.... mmmm....." I panted, completely humiliated as I was oblighed to clean every inch of the cum-soaked cushion. To be honest, I hadn't really eaten cum before Chad came into the picture. I had always had my boyfriend Bobby to do that for me, but not anymore.

"Hehe, you look much better like this, little one. I've decided you're going to be like this all the time."

"Wha? But what about my job? My family? Rent? I can't just-"

Bobby shoved my head back into the cushion and Chad reclined on the couch with his feet on my neck to keep me there before responding.

"I didn't say you could lift your head, cuck. Anyway, don't worry about that. I'm moving in, so I'll take care of all the expenses. I've already taken the liberty of informing your work, family, and friends of your new 'position' in life. In fact, I think it's time I send everyone a little update.

"Noo-mmmmf!" my protests were muffled by the pressure of Chad's feet forcing my face into the couch while Chad picked up his phone from the coffee table and began snapping away.

"That's it... good baby. Now go ahead and look at Daddy Chad," he said, lifting his lets so I could look up. He got several shots of my cum-smeared face, and then several more as he forced me to take off his socks with my teeth and lick his toes. Something which I definitely did not want to do. But what choice did I have? I felt like he was in total control. And as horrifying as the implications were, I was more turned on than ever.

"The only reason why you're being such a brat today is because we let you cum. That's not going to happen again. Pretty soon you're gonna be perma-caged until those balls shrink away to nothing."

"And what about me, sweetheart?" asked Bobby. "You, my dear, are gonna be my stay at home bottom bitch. Now come over here and give papa some sugar." The two of them started making out as I sat there, getting hard in my diaper once again. I began to rub it. I couldn't help it! It hadn't been five minutes since I unloaded into my diaper while humping the playpen floor and I already had a tent going.

"Oh no, you don't!" said Chad, breaking off the kiss and grabbing my wrists. "Bobby. Get the ice!"

"Noooo," I whined, as Bobby returned with a bowl of ice. After a brief and half-hearted struggle, my diaper was taken off, and my erection was iced to nothingness. I eyed the tiny cage with trepidation as I watched Bobby disassemble it and select the smallest base ring and spacer available. I was already shaved down there, so all they had to do was lube up the cage and stick it on and that was that. Seeing that rigid pink shaft close around my miniscule mushroom filled me with dismay. I couldn't believe I had asked for this.

"Aww, poor baby is cranky. We're gonna have to put him to bed early, I think," said Chad.

"Oh, I agree," said Bobby. "It's a shame. I really wanted to test out that cage and see how it held up."

"Don't worry, his nighttime erections should still test it out just fine. How much do you want to bet he's going to cum in his sleep tonight?"

"I'll bet he doesn't."

"If you lose, you have to wear nothing but a pink apron around the house all week."

"Alright, Daddy," said Bobby, blushing. "Guess we should put Chad in some of the new prefolds we got him and see how those do."

Cloth?! That was just too babyish. But I didn't dare spit out my paci to protest. I was led waddling by the hand back to my nursery, my pink cage bobbing in front of me, already painfully tugging at my balls as my poor pee-pee tried to get an erection. It was no use. As I was laid on my changing table and on the thick layers of cloth that would soon encase my genital region, I thought about how much I would miss my adult life. But I knew there was no going back now. Chad had made sure of that.

I lay there in my crib watching my former boyfriend flip off the light, his silhouette outlined in the light of the hallway.

"Nini, little one," said Bobby.

"Nini," said Chat. "I might just visit you later if I get horny again. Gotta leave your boyfriend plugged up to see if my seed takes so that ass might get a workout."

I blushed and cuddled my teddy close. I sure hoped so. I had never been a bottom in my life, but ever since Chad gave me those hypnotic 'insomnia' tapes, I fantasized about it day and night. Even bought some toys to play with in secret. At least, I thought it was secret. I didn't think I'd ever get to sleep after all that hot action I saw - and was denied. But then, the recording came on again, and I found myself drifting off to the deceptively calm sounds.

"Sleepy... relaxed... deep in trance... asleep... You are a diapercuck. You love being locked and padded. Your little pee-pee belongs locked up under layers of padding. You love to be Daddy's baby bitch..."

-Written by ChampTehOtter