In This Together - Chapter 17 (Bo) (Patreon)

It had been a month since we last visited the doctor, and I could tell it was getting Hazel down that she hadn’t heard from the MRI to book her appointment. She would check her email every day or see if she had a missed call, but nothing.

“Maybe they have the wrong number?” She asked once, but that was quickly cleared up by calling her doctor.

“It’ll happen, baby; just focus on doing everything you can yourself, like your exercises!” I tried to reassure her, but it didn’t seem to help her. It seemed a little odd, her being this upset over a precautionary MRI, but I was feeling more and more that she was hiding something from me. I didn’t want to press and trigger an upset, but if I knew, maybe I could help. I don’t know. At this point, I just wanted her to be back to normal. Six weeks of incontinence was more than enough to fulfill my fantasy regarding the matter. Now it seemed more like a hindrance, despite it still turning me on on the rare occasion I see her soaking wet adult diapers or one of them leaks into her pants. At the end of the day, I wanted her to be happy, and she certainly wasn’t at this moment.

One thing she hasn’t waivered on or lost enthusiasm for is my training. As far as she’s telling me, it appears my training has been going very well, and I’ve actually enjoyed the porn detox, surprisingly. Suddenly, Hazel was ten times more arousing to me than before. Any glimpse of her partially nude body sent electricity down my spine and into my cock. In fact, it wasn’t until the other day that I realized that I hadn’t seen her naked since that doctor's appointment. She even started wearing more conservative, baggy-fitting clothing, which I assume had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her trying to hide her diapers.

Seeing her breasts push up against a baggy t-shirt or the glimpses of bare butt I got when she was hopping from the shower to the bedroom was so exciting nowadays. I have a whole new appreciation of her body and honestly only have her to thank for it. I still wore my diapers despite everything going so well; at this point, I was wearing them in solidarity with her, but I hadn’t had a sticky accident since that drive home from the doctor's appointment.

Two nights ago, we had our training session, and after 30 seconds of her touch, I was spurting all over myself, staring at the modest amount of cleavage she allowed me to see as a reward.

“That was your best time yet!” She praised me. I still wasn’t sure how faster meant I would last longer during sex, but she seemed to be impressed with my improvement. It was nice hearing her affirmations; the “good job,” “good boy,” and “cum for me” phrases always made me feel so fuzzy.

Today, I came home from work to find her crying. I rushed to her office to see what was wrong, and she was sitting on the floor, holding the phone in her hands.

“It was the MRI,” she sniffled.

“Really? And?” I asked with cautious excitement as I sat on the floor next to her.

“My appointment is March 17th!”

“That’s great! We have something to look forward to!”

“That’s not great! That’s in three months!” Hazel sobbed in a rage.

“Aw baby, that’s how these things work, unfortunately. But now the guesswork is over! We should celebrate!” I tried to cheer her up, but it wasn’t working. She just hung her head and sniffed back tears. “Look, let’s order some food, whatever you want! We can put on our favourite movie and go to bed early. Hey? No training tonight.”

“No training?” her head shot up, and she stared at me. “Why not?”

“Well, I just figured we didn’t need to do that tonight. That you wouldn’t be in the mood?” I explained.

Hazel thought for a second. “You know what, you’re right. No training.”

“Good idea. So what did-” I started before she cut me off.

“Because you’re going to fuck me.”

“What?” My eyes widened, and I felt my cock twitch and grow with the thought. “But, don’t we have to-”

“Training is over. You can fuck me now.”

“Is that what the doctor said? That after six weeks, we can-”

“It’s what I’m saying. And you do what you’re told, don’t you?” Hazel rose to her feet and stood over me, looking down with a stern, demanding look.

“Uh, yeah? Sure baby-”

“Don’t mumble. Tell me yes or no.”

I swallowed hard, my cock now fully erect.

“You’re a good boy, aren't you?” Hazel said, and she slowly unzipped her top, revealing more cleavage than I’d seen in months. “You’ll fuck me like a good strong boy?”

My cock twitched and spasmed, and I could feel it begin to drool with pre-cum onto my diapers.

“Y-yes…” I stuttered.

“Good. Come on. We’re going now.”

She strutted out of her office and to the bedroom. I was stunned but incredibly horny. My cock felt harder than it had in months, maybe even years, and it was begging to penetrate something. Now it finally had that chance.

I rose to my feet and walked cautiously to the bedroom. I heard Hazel rustling, and when I entered the room, she had already removed her pants and diaper and thrown it to the side, standing bottomless. The zipper top she had on hung low and covered her pussy, but her bare legs looked incredible.

Hazel raised her hand, and I took it. Then, she pulled me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. I gasped at her forcefulness, but my heart was pounding with excitement. As she mounted me, her left hand pinned my right arm up while her right hand gripped my throat firmly. I moaned, and she began to grind her hips gently over my cock. She was hovering a bit, and I tried to push her ass closer to my body, but she stopped entirely and gripped my throat harder.

“Be good,” she warned. I nodded, and she kissed my face and licked my ear. Finally, she got off me and began removing my pants. My heart was pounding out of my chest; this was the most nervous I had been for sex since losing my virginity. When she got my pants off and pulled down my diaper, my cock sprung up like a springboard, ready and attentive for its pleasure. Hazel admired it for a moment, smiling at how hard and excited I was. It was already pre-lubricated from all the pre-cum I had been pumping out, and she licked her lips.

Hazel then took a step back, slowly zipped her top all the way down, then gradually, side by side, revealed what was underneath. Her massive, full breasts hung in a lacy black bra, and her pussy was cleanly waxed and dripping with its own excitement. My nerves exploded, and I had to look away as soon as I could take it all in. Holy fuck, she was so hot.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Hazel teased as I closed my eyes. “You don’t like what you see?”

“I love it; it’s- it’s-...” I stuttered.

“It’s too much for you, isn’t it?” She approached me and whispered. All I could do was nod in agreement. “You are going to fuck me, aren’t you, Bo?” She asked, and again I nodded.

“Well then,” she started, then mounted me again so her warm pussy hovered above my bare cock. I could feel the heat from it, and a bit of her excitement dribbled down to my cock. “Fuck me.”

In one move, she lowered herself onto me, and pure erotic bliss flushed over me. Her wet hole felt terrific, and my cock was so…sensitive.

“Go on,” she egged on. “Fuck me.”

I took a deep breath, curled my toes, and tried to think of something less erotic. Taxes, Marvel movies, Costco shopping, anything to take my mind off of-

“You’re so pathetic,” She taunted, and I raised an eyebrow. She’d been dominant, but not that dominant before. “Wanna see how pathetic?”

I just stared at her, and she laughed, leaned in, and whispered in my ear: “Cum for me.”

Suddenly, my body clenched, and my cock spurted rope after rope of cum inside her. It was a release unlike any other, and when my cock finished ejaculating, I laid frozen on the bed, out of breath and unmoving. Hazel rose from her cock throne and let the cum drip out onto my waist, showering me in the shame of incredibly premature ejaculation.

“Clean yourself off,” she said. “I’m going to have a shower.”

As she left, I remained still, but there was only one question on my mind, and it came out in words: “What the fuck was that?”