A Temporary Solution - Chapter Six (Commission)

Thanks so much to our Gold-tier Patron Devin for commissioning this next installment! :-) 

"Ohh, fuck, yes. Don't stop. Such a good boy- Daddy's good little diaper boy-"

The morning light plays across the bared, tanned muscles above me. Scott is sighing, moaning, his naked chest heaving with pleasure as he urges me on. I glance up mutely, quickening my pace as I feel his hands around my head clenching tighter. We're getting closer, closer, ever closer-

I'm sucking mindlessly, stifling my gag reflex, my eyes rolling back shut as I focus all my attention on pleasing my Daddy. Good little diaper boy. Little baby sucking on Daddy's special bottle. Dumb little diaper baby. The phrases echo through my mind as I press closer, suck harder, push deeper. In, out. In, out. I'm Daddy Scott's diaper baby, and I'm going to obey him, pleasure him, humiliate myself for him...

It comes just as my tired jaw begins to cramp. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," Daddy is moaning, and with a spasmodic jerk his swollen cock, wet with my drool, slips from between my lips. As the warm splatters of his cum spray over my face, I feel my own caged cock twinge in envy deep within my night-swollen diaper. I'm Daddy's little cock slut baby, and if I weren't caged right now I'd probably be cumming myself from the sheer rush of such degradation.

God, I really must be more of a sub than I first thought.

Scott is still panting, sweating, the muscles of his gorgeous body rippling as he bends down to wipe my sticky face with his castoff bathrobe. "Holy fuck, Devin. You're amazing- so amazing-" My eyes are closed as he wipes me clean, but I feel I must be beaming from ear to ear. I may be naked here on my knees, clad in nothing but a droopy diaper and a grin and Daddy Scott's cum. But somehow, I can't imagine a better start to our holiday.

***

It's Labor Day - a wonderful three-day weekend that brings Scott home and gives me a day of respite from the anxious frustration of my job hunt. And what's more, it's even more special for us; for as it so happens, today is also what we call our "move-in-a-versary" - that is, the day of the month that I first moved in here with Scott. We're not a romantic couple or anything, really. It's just a cool sort of thing to remember, you know - an excuse to have a beer or two extra, or to head out for dinner somewhere, or even just to order a pizza and have a movie night.

And from what Scott tells me after he emerges from the shower, he has definite plans to commemorate both. "Labor Day too, huh?" he comments, his growling voice a few notes deeper than usual. "You know, I've got a great idea for you, Devie baby." I crane my neck upward from my prone position before him, ignoring for the moment the icy chill of the wipes he's using to clean my urine-soaked skin. "Okay... Daddy?"

He loves it when I call him that directly.

And sure enough, an indulgent smile lights up his face. "Of course! You see, you were such a good boy for me this morning. You really did labor, didn't you - working so hard to make sure Daddy had a good time?" I flush and nod as I feel my legs lifted and a fresh, crinkling garment slips beneath me. "So I think you've earned your own happy times today for sure. Good boys who work so hard for Daddy don't need cages..."

Before I know it, I feel a click, two tugs, and then the sudden lightness of my free and unencumbered cock and balls as they dangle free of their former constraint. I'm out of my chastity cage for the first time in what feels like years... and it feels absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Daddy," I blurt gratefully, elation welling up within me. "Thank you! Baby Devin, he- he likes that a lot-" I find that I often refer to myself in the third person when I'm feeling particularly subby... But even as I speak I watch Scott, grinning, straighten up with a plastic jar I know all too well in his hand. "Though of course it wouldn't be a real holiday without some other special fun, would it?"

And then it comes: the fingers firmly spreading my ass cheeks, the cool thrust and push of suppository after suppository into my shrinking anus, the telltale slight burn of glycerin. Once three have been pushed firmly inside me, Scott smiles and runs his fingers teasingly over my small but already stiffening cock. "Oh, baby Devie likes his medicine, does he? Especially when it goes in his booty?" To which the only response I can give is a shameful, anxious little whimper.

Once he's finally done, I find myself taped into not just one diaper, but two - both boosted from the feel of it. "No need for pants today anyway," Scott shrugs as I take the proffered t-shirt, festooned with childish cartoon characters, and tug it over my head. "Now, listen, Daddy's got one more surprise for you in the living room. Let's go see it, baby!"

Oh, my god. My face when I first catch sight of it must be priceless.

On the living room floor beside the leather couch is a beautiful, fluffy, stuffed fox, its plush fur gleaming with red and russet in the morning sun. He has a friendly smile and a black nose and the softest-looking paws... and he must be more than half my size.

Oh, and did I mention the ropes circling his body and the wand vibrator affixed to his back?

Daddy Scott is steering me over to it now, and on his face I see the most curious expression of tenderness, amusement, and anticipation. "I want you to say hello to your new Mister Foxie," he tells me, his hand dropping down to stroke the stuffie's fur-covered head. "Why don't you spend some time getting to know each other while I make some coffee?" He smirks and slips his hand down to switch on the vibrator as I gulp visibly. "I know you want to have some fun today, Devin. But honestly, you're such a big baby I'll bet you anything you won't even be able to cum before you fill that diaper of yours..."

The game is on - he and I both know it. Even as I mount my lovely new stuffy I flush from the humiliation. It reminds me of what I felt that night with Craig last month - and yet it's so different. You see, this time it's just me and Daddy - no one else. No one but us will see what a dirty, horny little diaper baby I'm becoming...

Oh, yeah. You better believe I got busy.

I wish I could explain the feelings that course through me as I straddle the adorably fluffy creature beneath me. The Little side of me is ecstatic over the sensation of the fur, the warm, comforting bulk of his stuffed body, and the knowledge that Daddy Scott got him just for me. The diaper lover in me is thrilling over the feeling of thrusting my stiffening cock into the thick, soft padding between my legs. The horny sub in me is delighting in the vibrator's hum, the exhibitionism, the implicit command Daddy has given me to cum before the gut-churning suppositories have their inevitable way with me... It all blends together into a delicious cocktail of sensations as the wand buzzes and my diapers crinkle and I grasp the soft bulk of my fox tighter, inelegantly thrusting and humping for all I'm worth...

Though I'm now beginning to realize just how diabolical Daddy Scott has been to double diaper me.

For horny as I am, it's almost impossible to feel the vibrations as anything more than a faint tingling against my little cock. There are four layers of cotton and plastic dampening the sensation, after all, and I have to thrust and grind desperately for every tingling wave of pleasure I can get...

"Aww, I love seeing my happy little boy playing with his new toy!" Daddy Scott is back now, coffee cup in hand, and grinning openly at my predicament. "You'd better hurry, bud. I bet a silly little baby like you won't be able to keep your diaper clean much longer..." Much as I hate to admit it, he may be right. My lower gut is churning, my tender little rosebud burning with the glycerin that has melted and is urging my intestines to expel all their contents. I'm doing my best to hold on, but even my best may not be enough...

My eyes are squeezed shut in concentration. I'm rocking now, faster and faster, desperate to coax the orgasm I've been longing for all these weeks from my padded little dick. My thoughts slip down into the most sordid, degrading register. Thrust, thrust, grind, thrust. You're a stupid little baby, just a dumb little cock-sucking diaper baby, grinding in his diaper in front of Daddy- But the orgasm slips away from me once again, and I bite back a wail of dismay. No, keep on going! Just a bit longer, a bit more...

And then it happens: the first spurt of oily muck slipping from my quivering bumhole. No, no, not yet-! But of course it's too late. My intestines are hell-bent on expelling the irritating mass within them, and I can do nothing but freeze, now staring wide-eyed and fixedly into the middle distance while a chorus of bubbling farts and squirts emanate from my padded rear. I'm filling my diaper yet again - and I'm painfully aware of how I've just lost that bet with Daddy...

I'm trembling as I sag, defeated, onto my fox's fluffy back. But even as the hot, oily mess settles around my stiff little cock, I feel that elusive orgasm welling up at last within me. Daddy's dirty little diaper baby- Such a dumb, smelly little diaper baby- Dumping in his diaper like a little toddler- Helplessly filling his pants just like a baby- "Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming-" I'm babbling now, oblivious to all but the hot mess squishing around my cock, the crinkle of my bulging diapers, and the vibrations between my legs teasing me onward, sending electric thrills coursing throughout my entire body...

When I finally come back down to earth, I glance up to find Daddy Scott on one knee beside me. "Aww, someone had quite a big boy time, didn't they?" he chuckles softly. "Too bad my little baby didn't manage to keep his pants clean, huh?"

It's then that I see it. His phone is in his hand, tilted sideways into landscape. And while my cum-soaked brain may not be entirely on point, even I can tell that he's recording.