“Lift up that skirt, slave.” Master said. “Let’s see that diaper of yours.”
Devin whimpered as he lifted the hem of his dress. Three months ago he was wearing normal boy clothes, he was using a toilet, and his dick was free to use as he saw fit. Not that he ever really used his dick before–he was still a virgin–but at least he had the option of tugging on his 2-inch wiener every now and then. Okay…3 times a day.
It all started when he moved across the country for a job opportunity. Unfortunately, the option fell flat, and he was left in a new city with nothing to his name and no place to live. Luckily, he found a nice couple that was willing to let him live rent free. Had he known he was going to be turned into some weird, kinky sex slave, he probably wouldn’t have stepped foot in the door. But he was long past that now.
“Fucking soaked!” Mistress laughed, and Master joined her in the sight of their pitiful little pansy.
“Pull your top to the side. Show us a tit!” Master ordered, and Devin obliged, much to his chagrin, but he knew better by now not to disobey his owners.
“Do you smell poop?” Master asked his wife.
She shook her head without even so much as a whiff. “There’s no poop.”
“How do you know?”
Mistress smiled. “He has the new plug in today. The big one.”
“No wonder he’s been waddling around so much!” Master laughed.
“I wanted him ready for you.” she said.
“What?”
She shrugged, “Well we can’t just have him giving you blowjobs all the time. We have to make him useful in…other ways.”
Master grinned wickedly, understanding her meaning, then turned to the helpless, whimpering slave that was now cowering in fear. “It’s your lucky day, Devi!” he chuckled, “Looks like you’ll finally be losing that virginity of yours! Now pull down that diaper, get that plug in your mouth, bend over, and grab your ankles!”