A Temporary Solution - Chapter Five (Commission)

Thanks to our legend of a Gold-tier patron Devin for commissioning another chapter in this ongoing story!

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Morning already?

I blinked blearily into the pale light that was now filtering through the curtains and into my little room. The room wasn't much, of course: a simple twin bed, a dark wooden dresser that had seen better days, a basic nightstand and lamp, and along one wall, a blanket-covered folding table that served as my changing station. But it was my room - my home - and yes, it was all thanks to Scott's generosity.

Oh, yeah. Scott. The memory of the night before oozed through my mind as I stared up at the textured ceiling. He'd treated me so- so high-handedly. As if I didn't have a say in anything anymore. As if my feelings and opinions didn't even matter. And what was worse, I had to admit it wasn't entirely out of keeping with past experience. In fact, from the very moment I'd come here, I'd become nothing more than a plaything - a sort of life-size betsy-wetsy doll to be manhandled, tossed into the toybox, and then taken out again whenever he saw fit to play with me...

Oh, sure. He'd issued rules, and I'd deliberately, intentionally agreed to abide by them. Heck, I'd even suggested one of my own - the one that had instated the cage that even now I felt clinging, firm and unyielding, around my flaccid and urine-covered penis. I'd actually looked forward to those rules, and to him gently but firmly making sure that I would abide by them. Yes, Scott would force me back into diapers, just as I'd fantasized. He'd tease me and keep me caged, too. But not 24/7, and never in front of others!

I never agreed to let you bring other guys around to see me like this, I mentally raged, squirming to find a more comfortable position in which to lie while I relieved my night-swollen bladder. I don't even know that guy, and now he's seen me literally crawling on the floor in- in my diapers! What if he'd been someone at a company I'm applying to work for?! I sighed despite myself, as much in exasperation as in relief as I flooded my diaper, even now relishing the feeling of my MegaMax so easily wicking away the morning tide of hot urine...

Communicate. Never be afraid to communicate with your partner. Those calm words of advice I'd read once in some half-forgotten Tumblr post or advice column or something flitted back into my mind as I sat up gingerly in my now-warming padding. Yeah, communicate. I could do that. It wouldn't be easy, of course. In fact, I felt pretty sure it would be awkward as hell, given that I was staying here rent-free as Scott's rule-bound sub. But awkward or not, I had to at least try.

After all, it was a pretty easy choice: either communicate, or risk having another horrible surprise like last evening.

***

"How was your night?" Devin inquired, looking up from his nearly-empty bowl of cereal. "I guess Craig's not around here, is he?" The caffeine hadn't kicked in yet, but even so, amid the swirl of deliciously sordid memories that the mention of last night was conjuring in my mind, I caught a glint of apprehension in Devin's eyes. Uh-oh. He's looking a bit upset-

"Um, no. Craig had to catch an early flight, so he headed out before you were up," I answered honestly, taking a fresh swig of coffee. Oh, he had - after showing me what a real man does in bed. Hell, I never knew you could even do that- "Sorry. Did you want to see him before he left? He, um, he said it was fun meeting you..."

Devin set his spoon down firmly, and I could tell from his expression that he was indeed upset - probably more than a bit. "No. I didn't want to see him this morning." His voice was trembling slightly, which sounded at once both adorable and alarming. "In fact, I didn't want to see him at all. Not even yesterday."

I cleared my throat, trying not to let my discomfiture show. "Um, oh. Okay? But I thought you- and he-" Devin wasn't the type to cut anyone off, but his shaky-voiced interruption was enough to make me pause. "No, Scott. I- I want to talk. About us- and about Craig- and lots of things-"

"Oookay?" Well, what else is there to say?

His cheeks were flushing red, but he plunged on. "Scott, I really like you. And I like living here. You've been, like- super nice. And I really appreciate it." The words were coming faster now. "But I- I mean, we agreed on rules, you know? And I like them. But I never wanted anyone else to know about them- about me, and, you know-"

"That you like being my baby boy?" I supplied, and he nodded vigorously. "Yeah! Why didn't you tell me you were bringing a guy home, Scott? I never wanted anyone but you to see me like- well, you know-" He blushed adorably, and I could feel every daddy-ish fiber of my body longing to reach out and give him a warm hug. "We never agreed to that- I never, you know, gave my consent-"

It was the final word that fully grabbed my attention. Because if there's one word uniting all kinksters everywhere, it's that little word consent. And yes, my conscience was only too ready to supplement Devin's words, to remind me that I really had been an ass. I'd violated his consent, and that was an infraction that should be completely inexcusable.

But I was also human - and like most humans, my first instinct was to push back when challenged. "Oh, come on, Devin. I'm sorry if you didn't expect it, but isn't that, like, part of the fun? To let other people be in charge, and let us make you do all those awesome baby things you love?" I attempted a dry chuckle to ease the tension, but Devin's face remained unamused, and I pressed on in growing discomfort. "Really? You mean to tell me that you didn't enjoy any part of last night? Come on, I'd bet you anything you were humping and grinding away in there after I tucked you in..."

Devin's face, which I thought couldn't get any redder, became beet-red. "Um, well, no- I mean, that's beside the point-" "Is it now?" I rejoined, half amused and half ashamed that I'd scored such a point. "I'm not so sure." But then my better instincts prevailed, and I shifted into serious mode with a sigh. "Okay, Devin. Real talk now. I'm- I'm sorry I didn't ask before bringing someone home with me. I didn't mean to hurt you, really..."

***

And that's how it started, that memorable Sunday morning conversation. It was exactly as I'd thought - awkward as hell, at least at the beginning. But Scott had been understanding, and once we'd broken the ice it became so much easier to talk things out. "No more bringing folks home without warning," he'd finally promised with an affectionate pat of my head. "And no more ignoring you. Oh, and yes - I promise you'll get to have some big boy fun now and then without a cage. At least once a month, okay?"

But then he'd shared with me something that set my skin atingle with shivery anticipation. "I really, really enjoy having you as my Little," he'd confided in that lovely deep voice of his. "And just so you know, I want to try more new stuff together. I want you to show you just how much fun it can be to let me take control - to tease you - to, you know, humiliate you..."

Oh, how I'd felt my heartbeat quicken at that despite myself. "Now, not in front of anyone else," he'd promised. "At least, not until you're seriously okay with it. But listen - I saw how you looked last night, baby. I saw what an adorable, humiliated, obedient little sissy baby you can be... and I think we both know that we're going to have a lot of fun once we make that a reality..."

Promises of consent having been made, and fears of future Craigs having now been dismissed, I could no longer resist the naughty visions that now filled my dirty imagination. There was Scott, bare-chested and leather-clad, pushing my face deeper into a massive bowl of laxative-laced oatmeal. Or the sensation of struggling vainly in those cuffs of his as he laughingly forced his swollen cock deeper into my gaping mouth. Or feeling his strong hand smacking my shit-covered, diapered ass while his low voice growled in my ear about what a filthy little baby I really was...

Yeah. Maybe it was a good thing Scott hadn't yet learned how to read minds.