A Temporary Solution - Ch. 03 (Commission)

Thanks to our Gold-Tier patron Devin for commissioning this ongoing story!

Jeez, what had I been thinking?

I gripped the steering wheel a trifle tighter as the now-twilit cityscape flashed before my eyes. Listen, I argued with myself. I had to be the big guy here. I, Scott McCubbin, was supposed to be the one in charge. I had things in life to do, and I had to be firm sometimes. Mean, even.

Though maybe I shouldn't have been quite so mean just now.

He taxed my patience sometimes, truth be told. But Devin was a sweetie. He trusted me, and I in return tried my very best not to let him down. When he was upset, I'd been there to hug those smiles back onto his face. When he'd lost his job, I'd offered him not only a place to stay; I'd given him a home. 

It was just that... well, sometimes I just wished I'd known what I was getting into.

I flicked on the turn signal and began decelerating as my exit swam into view. Damn, only two minutes to spare. Some hidden, ugly part of me wanted to blame my lateness on Devin and his silly pleading to be changed. I'd probably be hooking up with Craig already if Devin hadn't been fussing and begging, right? Honestly, why couldn't he just act his real age now and then?

But not even I could shrug away the quiet voice of reason in my head. I was the one who'd set the rules, it reminded me coolly. I was the one deliberately keeping the guy in diapers all the time. It wasn't like Devin had much of a choice in the matter these days, did he?

Dammit. Maybe I had been kind of a jerk.

***

It must have been the thumping bass and the glaring lights. Or maybe it was Craig's genial smile and mesmerizing blue eyes. Then too, maybe it was just my stupid conscience and my growing need to unburden myself to someone who wasn't playing the role of a pants-pissing toddler. Whatever the case, it wasn't long until I found myself voicing my troubles to my new acquaintance.

Thank god he was hella kinky, too—as kinky as he was handsome. Not to mention cool with bi and poly folks.

"I mean, I don't mind taking care of the guy," I assured Craig—and myself. "I'm totally into giving him the sort of stuff he likes. But I mean..." I sighed in exasperation. "It's just a lot, you know? Taking care of him, and having him always around, and supporting him and playing with him and shit. It just totally wears me out sometimes..."

Craig's amply-tattooed hand slid easily toward his drink. "I get it," he murmured calmly, eyeing me over the rim. "You like playing the Dom. I do too, you know." He chuckled knowingly. "But damn, it's one hell of a jump from playing a few hours in a dungeon on the weekend to going hard all day, every day. Believe me, I know."

You do? Well, why don't you tell me more, you gorgeous specimen of a man...

"I did the same thing a couple years back. You know—really had the hots for this girl. She was a pants pisser. Loved wax and gunging, too. Really pushed my buttons." He sipped at his drink and winked at me easily. "Naturally I jumped as soon as she even breathed the idea of us shacking up. Why the hell not? We were both weird as fuck, and we both liked each other. Made sense, right?"

I nodded silently, waiting for Craig to continue. Somehow, I could already guess that it hadn't ended happily.

"Yeah, well. Not gonna bore you with the details, man. But let me ask you this: you ever have to clean up the mess from a good gunge fest?" I grinned despite myself and shook my head as he continued, growing more animated. "Ever walk into your kitchen for a little snack and step into puddles of piss? Or end up replacing your mattress because your chick keeps pissing through it for kicks?" He shook his head in exasperation. "Listen, I'm not gonna knock it all. She was hot, and the sex was incredible. But at the end of the day, man, I couldn't take it—not like that. Not 24/7."

I sighed quietly, tracing the scratches on the table as I mentally pictured the diaper leaks and messy mealtimes and smelly garbage bags that had already begun to enter my life. "Do you- do you think it's ever possible to go lifestyle with it? Like, without burning out?" "As a Dom? Absolutely," Craig assured me, his blue eyes regarding me in amusement. "But if you ask me, to make it work you've got to do at least one of two things, man. One of two things..."

"Oh, really?" I couldn't help myself as I leaned closer. Damn, Craig was so confident, so attractive...

"Yep. Number one, you gotta keep on coming up with new and edgy shit to do—just to keep things interesting. Or number two, you settle down and have a real, solid relationship with them. Maybe not marriage, but something more than jacking each other off, you know?"

Craig's eyebrows lifted as he asked the question that would haunt me in my quieter moments during the coming days and weeks. "So then. Are you in a serious relationship with this guy?"

***

At least the ride home three hours later was a blast.

Neither of us had any illusions, of course. We were together to chat, hook up, maybe fuck, try some kinky shit, and then part on friendly terms. Maybe that lack of pressure was precisely what made it so damn easy and enjoyable to get along together.

And so, the conversation in the car became comfortably lewd as we shared, in the most casual of tones, some of the dirtiest ideas imaginable.

"I wanna see your roommate when we get there," Craig chortled, the alcohol adding just a gentle slur to the edges of his consonants. "Need to see if you deserve each other, you know. Remember now, 'kay? If you got no emotional relationship, you gotta keep it edgy."

"Like how?" I had my eyes on the road, naturally, but was all ears. "Lemme see. You said he's into the whole baby thing, right? Diapers and everything?" "And chastity, too. Been locked up since he moved in." "Ooh, that's fun," Craig muttered cordially. "Think he'd like some sissy training? I bet he'd look hot in a pink skirt and lace, man. Humiliate the hell out of him. Give him a plug and gag, too—ring gag, so your little sissy slut can suck you off now and then before you fuck his ass..."

And so it continued until we arrived back at my apartment. "Now, just so you know," I cautioned as we made our way slowly up the stairs. "I might have left him in kind of a pickle. He might be a little... I dunno. Upset." My heart misgave me momentarily as I remembered how I'd left in such a huff...

As I turned the key and slowly opened the door, my eyes fell on the abject figure of Devin, crouching before us on the patterned carpet. He was naked, save for the massive, discolored bulk of the doubled and many-times-over soiled diapers around his waist. And the look of utter dismay and shame in his eyes as he caught sight of Craig was priceless.

Maybe it was awful of me. But quite frankly, I loved it: his degraded appearance; the trembling of his lips; that groveling, trapped expression in his eyes as he stared helplessly up at me. And once more I was his Daddy, and in control of everything.

Perhaps I wasn't ready for a serious relationship, not yet. But until that day might come, I was sure as hell going to do everything I could to make things unforgettably fun—for both of us.