Diapers and Obediance

 

I seriously had no ideal how I had got there or how I had ended up in this predicament. I must have gotten black out drunk last night with my buds, but that still doesn’t explain this mess I am in, or even who this strange old guy is.

I can’t take the pacifier out of my mouth, my fingers just won’t let me, nor will they let me take the diaper off, which is wet in the front from my piss. This guy says he’ll help me. He says that he can remove the pacifier from my mouth, but I must pledge my eternal obedience to him. Fuck that.

As humiliating as it is, I leave his apartment and try to find someone else who can help me. But no one else seems to be able to get their hands anywhere close to my pacifier. And then I feel the build up in my ass, and I know I will be shitting myself if I don’t figure this out right away.

So, I return to the old man who doesn’t seem surprised to see me back. He asks me if I pledge my eternal obedience to him again, and I nod my head yes, even though I don’t sincerely mean it. He then frees my mouth which is a relief.

“Now show me your obedience by sucking my cock,” the man says. There’s no fucking way that is going to happen. First off, I’m straight as an arrow, and second this guy rubs me the wrong way. And yet I find myself falling to my knees, digging his hard-on out, and shoving it in my mouth. I can’t stop myself; some invisible force is forcing me to obey this man.

A minute or so later when I come up for a much-needed breath, I ask about my diaper.

“I think it will be quite a few years before you outgrow your need for diapers,” my new master says. I find myself forced back down, taking his large cock in my mouth, as I take a large dump in my diaper, unable to hold it back any longer.