Bottom Brush (Custom Caption)

“Hey cuck,” Rick said, “How’s it going in there?”

“F-f-fine, sir.” Jesse stammered, still reeling from the spanking he’d received from Rick’s hand earlier that day. He tried not to let Rick see him trembling.

“I want that toilet spotless, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes sir. Of c-course sir!”

“Do you like the present I left for you in there, cuck?”

“I..uh..yes sir. It was…nice?”

“Do you remember when you could do that cuck? Remember when you could use a toilet?”

Jesse sniffled, fighting back tears. “Yes sir…”

“But you don’t get to use a toilet anymore, do you cuck? What do you use instead?”

“D-d-diapers sir…” Jesse blubbered, unable to stop the tears anymore.

“Daddy. Call me Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy…”

It had been only 2 months since ‘Daddy’ moved in. Since then, he had laid down new rules left and right. First and foremost, Jesse would wear diapers 24/7. His wife, Monika, agreed with every new law he erected. In fact, she seemed to agree with a lot of things he did. If the sounds of her yelling “Yes, yes, oh GOD yes” coming from her bedroom were any indication. She worshiped Rick. She even had Jesse watch her worship Rick sometimes. Making him sit on his knees while she was on her knees slobbering over his big, veiny cock. Telling him how much bigger it was compared to his.

“Do you think I’d want your little bb dick in my mouth? Or this big, fat, throbbing cock?” she’d say in between deepthroating him.

There were many other rules after that. “Cuck needs a cage.” Rick announced. So Jesse got a cage. One for Jesse’s cock and one for his living quarters. “He doesn’t need to eat the same food as us.” So instead, Monika would feed him jars of pureed food every day.  But don’t worry, she would ‘sweeten it up’ with some of their used condoms from that day. “You will treat him like a baby.” He told Monika, “Because he damn sure ain’t a man.”

Monika seemed to fully agree and embrace it. She rarely talked to Jesse like an adult anymore. It was always babytalk and asking if he made ‘pee pees, poo poos, or goo goos’. She knew the latter would never happen, but she liked to ask him anyway in order to remind him of what was lost.

In the morning, she would put her breast in his mouth and let him suckle while she rocked him back and forth and told him about all the things Daddy did to her the night before. As if Jesse wasn’t able to hear every breath and thrust through the baby monitor.

“Smells like you’ve got a present of your own in that diaper.” Rick sniffed, standing over him scrubbing the toilet.

Jesse whimpered again, “Yes Daddy…I do…”

“Do you want to get changed?”

“Yes p-p-please…”

“Too damn bad. Your wife is about to be getting very busy. Now finish up with that toilet and then brush your teeth. I can smell your breath from here.”

Jesse whimpered, knowing his toothbrush was the same one was using to clean the toilet.

“After you’re done with that you can walk down the street to get the mail. I got another ‘present’ coming in for you!”