Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2018 00:37:48 -0400
From: Patrick Kellogg <patrickkellogg@gmail.com>
Subject: Diaper Dare

Diaper Dare by Mudcubstories@mudcub.com


I woke up before Brian did. My dick was hard -- I often get a hardon in
the mornings. I curled up to Brian and snuggled with him. I put my arm
over his hairy shoulder and pulled his torso into me. I was the Big
Spoon.

I was naked, but Brian wasn't. He had on a diaper, and this was the
first he'd ever worn one through the whole night. I ground my dick
into the plastic. It felt good, like humping a pillow. All that
padding. And man, my dick was hard. I bet I could have ripped a hole
in the back if I tried hard enough. Yeah, I could have fucked Brian in
the ass, right through the cotton.

I guess I got carried away because Brian woke up.

"Mmmrph," said Brian, rolling over.

"Good morning," I said.

"Ah, fuck," Brian replied.

I massaged the front of Brian's diaper. Like me, he was hard.

"How do you feel?" I asked. I kept stroking Brian's cock. I was
pinching the front of it through all those layers, trying to find the
head of his dick.

"Mmmmm," Brian said, smiling. "Good," he answered, "I guess."

"You guess?" I said, continuing the tease. "Do you have to piss?"

I knew like me, Brian always took a leak in the morning. Usually, he
was the first to get up. He would sit bolt upright and instantly head
to the bathroom. Well, not today.

"It feels weird," Brian added. He started to shift to get up, and I
was on top of him.

"Not so fast!" I taunted.

I outweighed Brian by a good twenty pounds. But he was the better
athlete. But I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards me. In a
second, I was on top of him, straddling his legs.

"Not until you suck me off," I said.

I slid up Brian's body, resting my weight on his stomach. I knew this
did two things. First of all, Brian could see my hardon bobbing in the
air a few feet in front of his face. But also, it put a WHOLE lot of
pressure on his bladder.

"Oof," exhaled Brian. He started to complain. "Wait, I gotta..."

I interrupted him. "No, you have to do everything I tell you to do today!"

You see, there was a bet involved. Brian and I always had a thing
going. He and I were both "switches". Actually, I think Brian was more
of a bottom, but losing a bet was the only way he would allow himself
to become the pigboy he desperately wanted to be.

In fact, losing a bet was how I fucked him for the first time. In
college, I lost a bet where I had to give Brian a blowjob. Ok, I
intentionally lost that bet. But after I sucked him to orgasm, Brian
was hooked. We had made a LOT of bets since that first time.

Usually the loser of the bet got fucked. Or tied up. Lately, the
bondage punishments had gotten longer and longer. I lost some stupid
deal last month and ended up mummified for a whole weekend. I got
Brian back though. This latest forfeit was a really good one. Brian
had to wear a diaper for a whole day.

We started at midnight. I wouldn't let Bri go to sleep at his usual
time. We stayed up late, and I could tell he was nervous. We just
watched some Netflix and drank beer. I made sure Brian drank a LOT of
beer before bedtime.

I had also made sure dinner was a good one. I had cooked Mexican food:
tons of tacos, chips with guac, a huge plateful of beans. I knew Brian
probably regretted being a pig last night and eating so much.
Everything was going according to plan.

When twelve o'clock hit, I made Brian wait outside the bedroom for a
long time. He had to stand at attention like a slave, his hands held
politely behind his back, his eyes cast downwards. Legs apart to let
his big hairy balls swing freely. I closed the bedroom door and made
him wait for a good fifteen minutes. I got my equipment ready. But I
also was trying to up the anticipation.

When I opened the door again, Brian was waiting like a Good Boy. His
dick was hard... I know he was excited about what was going to happen. I
grabbed one hand around his neck and led him to the bed. On the bed
was a towel and a fresh clean diaper waiting for him.

I chose an Abena Abri-Form. XL. Brian's a big muscular boy. I don't
know if Brian had ever seen a diaper before... this was a new kink for
him and he wasn't expecting it. He started to complain.

"But..." he started.

"Nope." I cut him off. "You have to do everything I tell you." I
turned him around with his back to the bed. "And that includes this."

I sat Brian on the diaper and adjusted things to the comfortable back
of it was positioned in the right place.

"Hold your legs up." I ordered.

Brian did so, and I swear, his face instantly turned red. There's
something embarrassing about holding that position. His hands held
onto his beefy ankles, and he was showing me his ass. I knew he could
feel the cold air of the bedroom on his hole.

Again, I'm kind of a sadist. I could have diapered him right then and
there, but instead I turned around and went into the nearby bathroom.
I made Brian wait while holding that uncomfortable position.

I returned with a bunch of stuff. Baby oil. Lotion. Powder. All this
stuff did two things. First of all, I knew all these unusual things
would have a feel and smell that would further humiliate Brian and
make him feel like a baby. But also, I knew good preparation would
prevent any diaper rash. Because Brian was going to be wearing that
diaper for a LONG time.

Plus, massaging Brian was a lot of fun. I make him keep holding his
legs up, while I poured a bunch of lotion on my hands. I made sure
Brian could watch me do it, warming the stuff up to body temperature.
Then, I put my hands all over Brian. ALL over him, from his balls all
over his taint, rubbing slow circle from the inside of his thighs to
his belly.

I made sure not to touch his dick, but it was throbbing. A drop of
precum started forming at the tip... Brian was always a dripper when he
was really excited. I moved up and down and made sure he was really
coated.

Then I switched to the lotion. That went on his shaft. I knew it would
burn a bit, but it was good for him. "Unghhh," he moaned as I grabbed
his shaft. I started to pump up and down. Occasionally I would stop to
add more lotion. Better safe than sorry.

Brian started wriggling. I could smell the odor from his pits, as his
muscles strained to keep the position holding his legs up. Sweat broke
out all over his chest and over his brow. Brian closed his eyes and
gave himself up to the slow teasing handjob I was giving him.

But I didn't let Brian cum. Not that night. After years of playing
with his dick, I knew when he was about to shoot. I stopped as I could
feel the pressure building. Brian looked up at me with puppydog eyes
when I quickly pulled my hands away.

"Nnnnth" he grunted.

"Nope," I said, "Not tonight. We've got to get you to bed.

I shook the baby powder all over Brian's crotch and the smell of it
filled the room. "Drop your legs," I commanded, and let Brian relax. I
grabbed the front of the diaper and flipped it up to cover his crotch.
I tucked Brian's gooey hardon into the front, making sure the head
couldn't poke over the top.

All of these sensations were new for Brian. I'm surprised he didn't
shoot right then and there. He was so close, like a ruined orgasm. He
looked curiously as I removed the blue tape on the sides of the diaper
and pulled it closed tightly against his crotch.

Then to be sure, I got a roll of duct tape. I told Brian to stand up,
and he sat on the edge of the bed, then stood on shaky legs. I stuck
the tape to the front of the diaper, and then went around and around
in several layers, sealing the diaper VERY securely.

First, I didn't want the diaper to fall off. It was going to get a lot
of use during the next 24 hours. But also, I didn't want Brian playing
with himself when I slept. I pulled the top of the diaper so tight
that Bri couldn't slip a hand in there even if he wanted to. And I
knew right at that moment he really wanted to.

We had been playing for over an hour, and we had both worked hard that
day. So, I walked over to the corner bedsheet and pulled it down. "Get
into bed," I commanded, "You have a busy day ahead of you.

It took me a while to get to sleep. I could feel Brian stirring next
to me. I knew with the unaccustomed feelings around his hips that he
was having a hard time falling asleep too. But after a few minutes, I
heard him start to snore and I knew he was out like a light. I reached
down to play with my own dick, but before anything happened, I was
fast asleep, too.

As I said, I woke up with a hardon as Brian did. But since Brian had
all that thick padding on, there's nothing he could do about it.
However, there was something *I* could do. Or rather, something Brian
could do for me. And I wasn't going to let him get out of bed without
giving me a blowjob. Which led me to sitting on top of him right after
I woke him up.

"Midnight to midnight, that was our deal," I reminded him. "You're my slave."

"Oh fuck," recalled Brian, thinking. He was still sleepy but
remembered his promise. "Yeah."

I slid up a bit further, sitting on Brian's chest. My pulsing dick was
just inches from his lips. Slowly, Brian got the idea and his lips
parted. I slipped my dick inside his mouth and held just the tip in
there. Brian started sucking. He had done this many times before,
usually after losing some kind of wager.

Damn that felt good. After these first years moving in with Brian
after college, he had gotten really good at dicksucking. I had taught
him well, taught him exactly how I liked him doing it. Lots of
suction. No teeth.

Brian got into it. He's always horny in the morning. He reached his
hands to my waist and pulled me fully into his throat. Fuck! It felt
like velvet, like a hot wet tunnel into his soul.

I started to buck against Brian's face. I love it when I get a good
speed and my balls start slapping him on his chin. I don't have the
longest dick, but Brian says it fits just great inside him. If I grind
my pelvis hard into him, I can kind of make him gag, and he hates
that. Usually I just go far enough to touch the back of his throat.

Which is what I'm doing now. Riding Brian's head like it was a pony.
Back and forth bumping into him. I'm starting to sweat now. Partly
from the exertion and partly because this is feeling so good. I feel
an orgasm building, like climbing a hill. My first orgasm of the day
comes on quickly, particularly when I have to piss.

I reached behind me and smooshed the front of his diaper again,
putting my weight right on his belly.

"Do you have to piss?"

Brian's eyes got wide. I knew he suddenly felt an urgent need.

"Glarfoondle! Mwahll!" He yelled. But his mouth was full of my dick so
he couldn't say anything.

I stopped bucking against his face, my dick far into him. "I'm not
gonna cum until you piss yourself."

Now Brian had never done this before. I know by feeling the front of
the diaper that it was dry -- he hadn't pissed all night. But with all
that beer in him from the night before, I knew he really had to.

But pissing while lying down is hard, I know. And Brian had never
pissed himself in a diaper. All the signals in his body were telling
him he couldn't wet the bed, and he struggled again to move under me
to get up.

"Nope, piss first, and then I'll shoot in your mouth."

He laid there for a good five minutes, my cock sheathed in his mouth.
His eyes were burning a funny anger at me. He lifted his crotch up,
flexing his hardon against the diaper. But it didn't give him enough
stimulation. I know it's also hard to pee when you're erect. Brian had
three strikes against him.

For fun, I spent the next five minutes keeping Brian hard, slamming my
hand down on his dick and making him jump. Periodically, I'm hump his
mouth to keep myself hard. Brian's face was red. He was trying to
clench down somehow to force the urine out, but I know it doesn't work
that way. He would need to relax, and his horniness wasn't letting him
do that.

But then I settled down and didn't move. I thought I'd give the poor
guy a break. I stayed still to see what would happen. Brian closed his
eyes and concentrated. It took a lot longer than I expected. I think
his dick had to go down a bit first.

But then he let out a sound which escaped around my dick. "Oooh nooo,"
I heard. Brian let the floodgates loose.

And piss he did. I put my hard on the front of his diaper, and felt
the front suddenly grow warm. Not wet... the absorbency of the diaper
kept everything in. But Brian kept pissing and pissing and I wasn't
sure the diaper was going to hold everything.

That's ok, I thought. A little piss in the bed never hurt anyone.
Plus, I'd make Brian sleep in the wet spot. But the Abena diaper
performed like a champ, and although it was hot and soggy, nothing
came out.

I know what it feels like to finally piss after needing to for a long
time. And I knew how nice it felt to piss yourself in a diaper. Brian
still had his eyes closed but was smiling while my dick was still in
his mouth. The look on his face was fun to see, and I found myself
really excited. It was thrilling to pop Brian's "diaper cherry".

I started to fuck Brian's head again, faster and faster. Brian was
still squeezing a few drops of pee out when I shot my load. I blasted
cum down Brian's throat. He swallowed it all as I had taught him.
Whew! That was a trip. Brian got to suck my semen at the same time he
was pissing himself in a diaper. That was a first for both of us.

I closed my eyes and basked in the afterglow of that orgasm. But I
didn't get off Brian's face. "Glurg?" he made a questioning noise.
Shh, not yet, I wanted to say. I let my mind go blank and relaxed, my
dick still in Brian's mouth.

Now it was my turn to have a hard time peeing. I'm not the kind of guy
who can piss with a hardon. And after shooting I was still really
sensitive. It took a minute, but soon a trickle of yellow piss same
out of my dick, shooting the last of my white cum before it.

Brian's eyes got big. But my trickle turned to a steady stream. I
didn't envy Bri. My first piss of the morning is always thick and
strong. Stinky and darkly yellow. But I had made him drink worse.

Piss leaked around Brian's mouth as he struggled to swallow the
torrent. I didn't care... piss soaked around his head into the pillow.
I'd change the sheets later. After two minutes of pissing, I rolled
off Brian's face and lay next to him in bed. We were both panting.

"God!" Brian gasped.

"Don't mention it," I said, and rolled over on my side to face him.
"You're welcome."

I started to play with Brian's nipples. He really loves that -- he's a
real nipple pig. I ran my hands down his belly and felt him shudder. I
felt the front of Brian's diaper, and could tell his dick was hard
again under all that sodden fabric. I should have put a cock ring on
the guy before I taped him up, but oh well. Too late now.

Damn, I'm so horny in the morning. I considered playing a lot longer
and bringing myself to a second orgasm but fuck it. We had a lot of
stuff to do and I couldn't waste time. Reluctantly, I flopped out of
bed and ordered Brian to follow me to the kitchen.

I'd like to say I forced Brian to cook me breakfast, but that's the
kind of Master/slave bullshit I was too tired to do that morning.
Plus, I'm a better cook that Brian, and I knew what I wanted.

Eggs, bacon, milk, toast, yogurt, orange juice. I really made a lot of
food that day. I wanted Brian really stuffed for everything to come.
Plus, the guy can really eat when he wants to. I had set aside
everything the night before.

I made him wait sitting at the kitchen table. "Too bad we don't have a
highchair," I taunted Brian. I knew that just sitting on the wooden
chair in the comfortable diaper was probably a weird new feeling.

I approached the table, holding something behind my back. "But we DO
have a baby bottle." I held it out for Brian to look at. It was a
novelty bottle I bought online, bigger than a real baby bottle and
could hold about a quart.

The look on his face was priceless. Surprise, and something else.
Anger? "What-what?" He started.

"Yup," I reinforced, "you're going to drink everything in this bottle
before we start."

You see, the bottle was something special. Two containers of
Pedialyte. If you've never had the stuff, it's like a sickly sweet
Gatorade. This was the grape flavor, which I think is one of the
strongest tastes.

And the taste of the fluid was important, because I had also mixed
into a bottle of grape magnesium citrate into the mix earlier. That's
a laxative, if you don't know. A strong one. I gave Brian about an
hour head start before it would work.

Brian was flummoxed and shook his head.

"C'mon," I coached. "Drink the whole bottle up, and then you get breakfast.

The food smelled wonderful. I set the bottle on the table next to
Brian and turned around to finish cooking. He picked up, sniffed it
and then set it down again. Finally, he took a sip. Then made a
disgusted face.

When I brought the food over, Brian was still sucking glumly. I sat
down and started to eat. I set Brian's plate next to mine. "Before it
gets cold..." I warned. Brian sucked faster.

I knew the stuff tasted awful. Brian sucked the last drop and made a
face. "Yuck," he said. Little did he know. Teaches him right for being
ungrateful.

But Brian was a Good Boy and finished the whole thing, so I let him
have breakfast. It was a good morning, we both fucked around on our
phones as we ate. It's a weird tradition we have. We don't talk during
meals, breakfast lunch or dinner. Instead we just type.

I used to think it was sad seeing couples at restaurants not talking
to each other. But the funny thing, Brian will still text me as we
eat, and I'll text him back. We'll surf the internet a bit, he'll find
something to share with me. We'll make plans with each other for the
day. All without saying a word.

ARE YOU OK? I typed.

HELL YEAH! Brian replied. I looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back.

IT WAS WEIRD. He texted. BUT FUN

WELL I HAD FUN. I GOT TO CUM... BUT YOU DIDNT! I teased.

Brian laughed from across the table. Then we both went back to
catching up on news and emails. I got up and made Brian a second plate
of food. And I made sure I poured him another big glass of orange
juice. I wanted to make sure he had plenty of food and drink. Brian
started eating greedily, still surfing away.

DO YOU HAVE TO SHIT? I typed to Brian.

He looked up at me surprised.

"I mean," he started. "I just assumed..." He broke the silence of the
dining table.

The next minute was funny. He trailed off, not finishing his thought.
I looked back with a serious look. Then I saw a dozen emotions cross
his face. Laughing as if he was in on the joke. Then realizing I
wasn't joking. Then confusion. Then realization. Then a bit of fear.
And pleading. All in rush of feelings.

"It's just," he stammered, "I have to..."

I was done with my food and pushed my plate away.

"I'm done," I announced. I stood, "Finish everything on your plate and
then do the dishes," I ordered. "Meet me downstairs."

I swear I heard Brian gulp. Downstairs was our dungeon space. And we
had spent a LOT of fun hours down there. It's used for punishment, but
also for pleasure. There is a shit ton of bondage gear. We have spent
way too much money on hoods, gags, pup gear, clothing, shackles,
chains. There's a puppy cage down there, and a St. Andrews cross. Two
padded tables we made ourselves. Ok, that Brian made -- he's the
handyman in this couple.

After about fifteen minutes, Brian finished with the dishes and I
heard him clomp down the stairs, still wearing nothing but a diaper.
He looked surprised when instead of holding a whip or flogger, I was
holding a pair of tennis shoes. Instead of seeing me in a leather
outfit, I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

You see, there's a washing machine and dryer in the basement, too. A
hot water heater and electrical panel. It's also the place we keep the
exercise equipment. Treadmill, weights and an exercise bike. And
that's what we were going to do first.

I had the equipment ready. I handed Brian his shoes, and a pair of
socks fresh from the wash. He sat down on the steps and put them on
without saying a word. I then handed him something strange.

"What's this?" he asked.

It was made of plastic, with elastic bands. It was a pair of plastic
pants. "Put them on over the diaper," I told him.

Ok, this was weird for him. It took him a while to figure out which
was the front and which was the back. His diaper was visible through
the clear plastic of the front, and I could see the spreading yellow
stain where the piss had started to soak his diaper and make it heavy.
There was a slight bulge where I knew his hard dick was pressing
against the wet cotton front of the diaper.

I smiled at Brian. He looked goofy, but he looked great. I held out
one more thing. It was a white "onesie". It would cover Brian's whole
torso. It would help keep his diaper lifted up as efficiently as a
pair of suspenders. The plastic pants would hold any liquid while the
onesie would keep everything in place.

"I'll help you get this on," I offered. "Lift your hands up."

The neck hole went over his head, and Brian pulled his arms through
the holes. "Spread your legs," I ordered. Brian did so.

It snaps in an unusual way. The front comes around and closes in a
loop, looking like the front of a sailor's pants, if that makes any
sense. It was tight on Brian's body, and really showed his muscles
nicely. It pulled the while diaper mess way up, showing up his long
hairy legs. In his tennis shoes and onesie, Brian looked great.

"Let me get a few photos." I had my camera ready. Brian turned red
again. He's so cute when he does that. I made him stand in front of
the washing machine with his hands over his head. Then I had him turn
around and show me his ass. I had him bend over so his butt really
stuck out for the camera. I had Brian turn around and take a photo of
him sucking his thumb, and I could tell he wasn't really into it.
Tough luck!

I told Brian it was time to start exercising. We have a stationary
bike, so I got him started on that. I didn't really have any exercise
plan figured out. I was just making it up as I was going on.

The exercise had two goals. First of all, I wanted him to get all
sweaty. Brian's always all horny after a good workout. Plus, I love
the way he smells when he's sweaty. In the still air of the basement,
there are no windows. It gets really stuffy and hot down there. And it
gets really stinky. Or it will soon... Brian had no idea.

I gave him twenty minutes on the bike while I kept surfing on my
phone. I wasn't really checking mail, though. I brought up Tumblr. And
I started chatting with a friend on Recon, keeping him abreast of all
the things I had made Brian do that morning. My friend thought it was
hilarious.

I kept glancing at Brian in a side mirror. He didn't know I was
looking at him. I saw the bike speed was slowing down. I knew he was
getting tired. But also, I knew his guts were probably starting to
rumble. That magnesium citrate starts working on me after a half hour
and I knew that time was coming up.

Brian had a weird look on his face. Uncomfortable, but also
determined. I knew that he was planning on holding out from shitting
himself as long as he could. Which I planned would be about ten more
minutes. Time for plan B.

I told Brian to get off the bike and stand in front of me. "Jumping
jacks!" I gleefully yelled. I felt like a coach torturing some poor
jock after football practice.

Brian started to jump, even though the basement ceiling was low. As I
said, Brian was the better athlete of us two, and I looked at him and
enjoyed how his body looked.

"Pushups!" I barked next.

I wanted Brian tired. I wanted his body to give out. After ten
pushups, I noticed his form was off. He was trying to keep is ass
muscles clenched while still doing pushups. He was really starting to
break a sweat and his mouth was grimacing.

"Back to jumping jacks!" I clapped.

Now THERE'S an exercise you can't pinch your butt together for. I
almost laughed when I saw how bad Brian was doing, trying to jump
while hopping from one foot to the other. His mouth was open breathing
heavily and was in a lot of pain. Then I knew he was ready.

"Deep knee bends!"

Brian looked at me in horror. He stood uncomfortably, and then just
kind of relaxed. He gave up and looked me right in the eye as he
squatted.

And yeah it happened. I knew it would. But I didn't know how explosive
it would be. With a huge fart, his bowels just let loose. It wasn't a
fart as much as a BOOM. Tons of liquid shit poured into Brian's
diaper, and I could see the disgust on his face.

Brian stood up suddenly, unsure of what to do. "Keep going!" I yelled.
Brian leaned over a little bit, like he was going to try and do
another deep knee bend. Instead, his guts let loose with another
volley.

I knew how this felt. Brian felt the hot gush hit the inside of his
diaper, and then ooze all over his balls and up the crack of his ass.
Thank god he had on that diaper. And plastic cover. And onesie.
Otherwise I swear he would have splattered the dungeon walls.

"UNGH!" Brian gasped as he shit again and again. The diarrhea turned
to farts. And then he was shooting air into the mess in his diaper. He
grabbed his stomach with both hands as his intestines emptied
themselves completely.

I walked up to Brian, standing a foot away. "Did you shit yourself?" I
yelled at him. "DID YOU SHIT YOURSELF?"

I felt like a drill sergeant. Brian didn't say anything. He looked
really ashamed. "ANSWER ME! DID. YOU. SHIT. YOURSELF?"

Brian answered me in a meek voice. "Yes..."

"YES WHAT?" I spit into his face.

"Yes, Sir," he said, standing up.

He knew the game we were playing. I could feel how the power dynamic
suddenly changed between us. He wasn't exercising any more. This was
the dungeon, and now he was going to get his punishment.

"YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING." I walked around Brian. He was standing
at attention, his diaper inflated outward like a balloon. I could
smell the contents start to stink up the room.

"YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY." I slapped him upside the head. "SAY IT. SAY
YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY."

Brian looked like he was going to cry. "I am a fucking baby."

"THAT'S RIGHT," I said. "YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY. YOU CAN'T EVEN HOLD YOUR SHIT!"

This was getting serious, and that's not what I wanted. We had never
played this way before, and I didn't want to go too far. I shifted
gears.

"That's ok," I said. "It happens to everyone." I stepped forward and
grabbed Brian in a big hug. I felt his body sag against mine. He
seemed defeated. I love the way his body felt. He was sweaty all under
his arms. Even his back was soaked in sweat. Too bad he smelled so
bad.

Brian sniffed. I broke the hug. "Well, I think you need a time out."

Brian smiled a bit but didn't know what I meant. I walked over to the
corner of the dungeon and got out a leather mask. In a blur, Brian
knew what was next.

This was Brian's favorite mask. It fit his face perfectly. Brian was
really a fan of that mask. It covered his eyes completely, leaving him
blindfolded. His mouth could remain open, though, exposing his whole
jaw. It let me subdue him but still let me fuck his face.

I slipped the thing over Brian's head, and his body language instantly
changed. He sighed a bit. Now, Brian is a HUGE bondage pig. It's his
favorite thing. I swear he can stay mummified for days if I'd let him.

I'm different. I hate being tied up. I think it's a control thing.
Which of course mean Brian LOVES to put me in complex bondage for a
long time. It's his way of getting even. But for Brian, being tied up
is a reward, not a punishment.

After the hood was on, I made sure it was tied tight. It also locks
on, but I didn't do it this time. I went over and got a pair of
leather fistmitts from the wall, and when I walked back to Brian and
touched his hand, he knew right away what was coming. As I said, we've
done this a lot.

So, naked in a hood and mitts, the next step is leather straitjacket
that we own. That went nicely over the onesie. And the leather straps
of the jacket went nicely under Brian's crotch and around the leg
holes of the diaper. I knew it would help hold everything in.

I led Brian over to the bondage chair against one wall, and he
followed blindly. I sat him down, and I can't imagine the feeling as
all the hard turds and the soft much in his diaper were squished as
his ass hit the wooden seat. He wiggled a few times, but I added
leather straps over his calves, thighs, stomach, and chest that held
him tightly to the chair. His arms were crossed tightly across his
chest from the straitjacket and he looked like a black leather statue.

I strapped Brian's head to the back of the chair so he couldn't even
turn his head. Before I was done, I got an inflatable gag from our
rack, on that had a tube running down the middle. That was going to be
useful later.

I stepped back from the chair, admiring my handiwork. I can't describe
how bad the dungeon smelled. All the air was filled with Brian's funk,
a thick dark stench that was like an open sewer, or maybe like a very
sick steer had been living in our basement for a long long time.

And now I was going to make Brian stew in his own filth for a while.

There's not a lot a top can do while the bottom is in bondage. I have
a rule that I don't leave the subject alone for more than a minute.
Instead, I had moved a whole bunch of stuff downstairs earlier to
amuse myself for a few hours. A book, my phone, even a DVD player with
headphones. I had some snacks, too, though with the stink in the room
I'm not sure I wanted to eat anything.

That took a few hours. By eleven o'clock I was getting restless.
Usually when Brian is in the straitjacket, his dick and balls were
exposed. I loved to torture his balls or suck him off when he couldn't
stop me. I'd give him orgasm after orgasm and there was nothing he
could do about it.

But with that huge brown diaper, I couldn't get to his dick. I tried
tapping the outside of it with a truncheon that was handy, but it just
felt like I was thumping a huge dirty water balloon. Instead, I got a
Hitachi wand, which is a strong vibrator I often use to make Brian
cum. I wasn't sure how much he could feel through all that shit and
padding, but after I plugged it in, I thought I'd try anyway.

The vibrator didn't seem to do much on the low setting, but after I
turned it up high, I seemed to get a reaction. Brian started to
"Mmmrf! Mmmrf!" into his gag, so I know he was feeling something. I
poked the tip of the Hitachi into the diaper at various places. Brian
tried to jerk around, but with all those tight straps around him, he
didn't go anywhere.

I don't know if I made him cum. I hope not. I don't know what would be
worse, having a huge orgasm, knowing that you'll staying in heavy
bondage for hours more. All that smell, and no more horniness left in
you. That would be torture.

By one o'clock, I was exhausted. I stopped for a while and went back
to surfing the web. I swear I heard Brian sobbing a bit, crying
quietly into his gag. Maybe he slept for a bit. The guy really loves
his bondage.

I'd like to say I got used to the smell in the dungeon after a while,
but that's not true. I knew that during Brian's bondage, he probably
pissed himself more than a few times, and probably loaded the diaper
up again, too.

It was lunchtime, but Brian was in no condition to cook anything. So,
I got out the jars I had bought from the store. Yeah, you know what it
was. Baby food. I tried to get the worst flavors I could find.
Strained peas. Prunes. Carrots. I tried all of them to see which one
was the worst, and "pasta primavera" was the winner. Thick
carbohydrates like overcooked pasta put into a blender. Trust me, the
stuff if vile. It's worse than cat food, and up until then, that's the
worst thing I had ever eaten in a BDSM scene.

I grabbed Brian's mouth tube and poured some water down it. That was
to wake him up. I think he was dozen because he jerked with a start.
Water dribbled down his chin under the bondage. Then I saw his adam's
apple start moving and I knew he was sucking the water down. I let him
finish drinking and got the second part ready.

I got a pitcher that was handy and took out my dick. I really needed
to piss, and I quickly filled a pint or so up in that pitcher. I shook
myself off and put my dick back in my pants. Then, I reached up and
poured the contents of the pitcher into the hose.

If Brian jerked around from the vibrator earlier, he REALLY tried to
get out the bondage when he realized the new liquid new was drinking
was quite warm. And very salty. Brian's not a fan of drinking piss. I
should have saved up buckets of it in the basement and let it get all
yellow and concentrated. But alas, this was all I had.

I tried the peas next. Brian didn't seem too happy about that. Then
the carrots. I pushed the pasta down through the hose, and it almost
clogged it up. Baby food was dripping down the inside of the gag where
Brian hadn't quite swallowed it all. It ran in a slimy trail down his
neck and into his straitjacket. I didn't care -- I just kept forcing
more and more jars of slop into his feeding tube until it was gone.

As for myself, I ate a sandwich I had brought down. I gave Brian
another half hour after lunch to digest. Brian's head was bowed, and
he looked defeated. I thought it was time to let him go. Or, at least
let him loose, even though there was a LOT more things I was going to
do to him.

I undid the straps holding Brian to the bondage chair. I released his
legs and stretched them out for him, letting the blood return. I stood
him up, and undid the straps of the straitjacket. When I took off the
jacket, I noticed now much Brian had been sweating in the heat of the
basement. I was glad I had given him all those fluids.

Then the fistmitts, and I saw how he flexes his hand into fists,
feeling them working again. Then the hood.

Brian's head was sopping wet from sweat. Baby food was mashed all over
his mouth and into his beard. He looked a mess. And he wasn't smiling.
But he wasn't sad either. This was probably the most intense scene we
had even done up until that point, and I don't think he knew how to
feel.

I stood Brian up. Again, he was only wearing his onesie and diaper,
now soaked with sweat so it was almost transparent. It really stunk of
body odor. Brian had been working hard.

Brian deserved a hug. I stepped in front of him and held my arms out.
He grabbed around me a held me tight. He looked like he was going to
cry.

"Everything's going to be ok," I said.

Brian didn't say anything.

"You having fun?" I asked.

Brian nodded.

"Good!" I said. Then I said the most evil thing I had ever said to
Brian up until that point:

"Now go buy dinner." I held out a piece of paper, "Here's a list."

Brian looked confused. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to remove the
diaper or what. He shifted from foot to foot.

I went over to a low table and got a pair of yellow cotton shorts and
tossed them to him. With my other hand, I held out Brian's wallet and
keys.

This was really a sinister plan. But I had to spell it out for the
tired, bewildered Brian.

"Put on the shorts... and go to the grocery store... and buy the things on
the list." I made Brian take the paper and he looked at it, dumbly.
"Then come back here and cook it for me."

Brian didn't know what to do, so I repeated. "Shorts. Car. Drive.
Store. Buy. Come home. Dinner."

Brian stepped into the shorts. It wasn't easy for him to do with the
diaper so full. Then he put the wallet and keys in a pocket. I looked
at him -- Brian looked really ridiculous. The shorts were tight, and
anyone could easily tell he was wearing a diaper. And if they couldn't
see the diaper, they could certainly SMELL it. Brian reeked something
vile.

I went upstairs, and Brian followed. I pointed to the garage, and
said, "Have fun! See you in a few hours."

Brian looked glum as he marched out the door into the garage. I made
sure he only had the keys to his car and couldn't take mine. I didn't
want him fucking up MY ride.

I said "see you in a few hours" because the list I gave him was REALLY
long and complicated. It involved about a dozen stores all over town.
There would be a lot of driving, a lot of time sitting in his own car
inhaling his stink. Dripping shit onto his leather seats.

But actually, I'm not a totally mean person. I didn't expect Bri to
walk into a nice store smelling like hell. The first place on the list
was the address of an old greasy garage in the bad part of town. It
had a "convenience store" attached that was really only a bunch of
dirty shelves that were mostly empty. You know the kind of place. I
bet worse smelling guys have walked into that store and bought stuff.
>From there, Brian was supposed to pick up some potato chips.

Next was a BBQ joint next to a biker bar. I hope none of the bikers
noticed him while he was there. He might look fuckable or something.
But in reality, I knew the restaurant had a side window where you
could order and then pick up the food. Outside in the blowing air, I
thought he might escape notice if he was quick and didn't stink up the
place.

A liquor store near the airport sells beer through a window. You can
do all your shopping through a plexiglass hole where you shove your
money through and get the stuff. Finally, I gave Brian the address of
a drive-thru in the next town over was a place to buy ice cream.

The hardest thing on the list was the last item was a cigar. I always
like having a smoke after dinner. This was the hardest item because I
wrote on the list that he had to get it from a friend of mine, and the
friend would be at a leather bar.

Brian was going to have to park his car, get out and enter the bar in
person. Now he and I often go to the bar, and we know the owner and
all the bartenders. I had told them beforehand that Brian was coming
in, and I warned him what the state of his clothing was going to be.
This was all a setup.

The doorman was given instructions to hassle Brian. To not let him in
at first. If Brian pleaded enough, the doorman to tell him he could
get the cigar quickly as long as he left right away. There was
supposed to be long conversations with the other workers there to give
Bri the highest level of embarrassment before letting him in.

I wrote that my friend was going to be on the back patio with the
cigar. But here's the thing -- he wasn't going to be there at first. Or
hard to find. Again, there was going to be lots of confrontations,
until Brian was told the friend was in the parking lot.

As I said, all of this was a prank. There was going to be more drama.
The friend was going to say there wasn't a cigar and he knew nothing
about the deal. When shown my list, he would agree, but only if Brian
blew him. Or worse... maybe Brian would have to suck off a bunch of
guys. Or drink their piss. I left the details up to the friend. I knew
he wouldn't make Bri do anything too terrible.

I had the image of Brian on his knees in a muddy parking lot, with a
full stinking diaper giving blowjobs to a half dozen guys in order to
get a cigar for me. That idea brought a smile to my face.

As for me, I spent the time cleaning up the dungeon. I got some work
done around the house. I was so turned on, I thought about jacking off
a bit, but thought better of it. I wanted to save it when Brian got
back.

Sure enough, after three hours, Brian came back into the house,
looking all bedraggled. The front of his onesie was stained. There was
mud all over his knees and running shoes. It looked like he had a bit
of a "blowout" sitting in his car, and runny shit had trickled down
his thighs, and squirted up to his lower back. He carried with him a
few brown grocery bags and packages.

"Took you long enough," I sniffed. "Get to work in the kitchen."

This was a different Brian than I was used to. He moved like a slave,
not questioning my orders. Just wanting to get this 24 hours of
torture over with. But I had a few more tricks up my sleeve.

"Make sure you wash your hands," I warned.

Brian worked fast, setting out the BBQ and beer. I picked up a bottle
and started drinking it.

I looked down at the table at the food he had set out. "You only
bought enough for one person," I said.

Brian looked like he was going to cry. He stammered,
"You-only-told-me-to-get-this-I-did-everything-on-the-list-you-told-me-too..."

I cut him off. "I'll just have to find something else for you to eat."

I pulled Brian to the middle of the kitchen, to the center of the
linoleum tile. I pulled down his shorts and made his step out of them.
The had shit stains on them where the diaper had bled through. I
untied Brian's shoes for him and him kick them off. I noticed that
even his socks had been soaked with shit that had run down his legs.

I unsnapped the filthy crotch of the once-white onesie and lifted the
while soaking mess over Brian's head. He stood there nervous wearing
only the diaper. Then I tugged the plastic pants down, unleashing a
whole torrent of liquified shit all over the kitchen floor.

It made a huge puddle at least five feet across filled with brown
lumps and odd yellow bits. A huge reek filled the room. This was like
a thousand baby diapers all opened at once. Like a pig farm. It
brought tears to my eyes and made me cough.

"Lay on your stomach," I said, and Brian instantly obeyed. Not a
second of doubt, he flopped down on his belly in the middle of all
that shit. I really liked that -- I could get used to this less-cocky
more obedient version of Brian!

I separated the diaper from the plastic pants. As for the diaper, I
threw it onto Brian's back, where it made a huge brown plop. The
diaper had fallen shitty side down, like the way a buttered slice of
bread always falls the way you least wanted it to. I took one foot and
smeared the mess all over Brian's back. I didn't want to touch it with
my hands.

After kicking the diaper around a bit, stepping on it and squishing
the juice onto Brian's shoulders, I ordered him, "Flip over."

"Now, use that diaper and wipe yerself down with it."

"I want to see you brown from head to toe."

Brian obediently started, grabbing the diaper with both hands and
mashing it into his face. Wherever it touched left a brown streak,
like painting with a paintbrush. He wiped it all over his head, then
down his neck like a giant squishy loofah. He lifted up each arm and
made sure all that shit got spread into each armpit. I saw his hard
dick bobbing in the stinking air... it knew it was going to get a rub,
too.

While Brian was working, I carried the plastic pants over to a corner
of the kitchen where it was cleaner. I arranged the pants on the floor
so they looked like a plastic bowl that would hold something.

Now here's the thing. After last night's Mexican dinner, and this
morning's huge breakfast, I had to shit too. It had been building up
inside me all day. And even without a laxative like Brian swallowed, I
knew this was going to get messy.

I took my pants completely off and squatted over the plastic pants. I
knew Brian was watching me, and I knew he was confounded. I lowered my
asshole over the "bowl" and beared down.

The shit that came out of me was soft, like pudding. Or like foamy
shaving cream. And it just kept coming and coming. It coiled around a
few times like a snake, forming a pile of feces in the plastic pants
about five inches high and eight inches around. Man, that felt good.

It all came out in a rush, and I clenched a few times to make sure it
all came out. I stood up panting. The kitchen stunk worse than the
basement ever did.

"While I eat my dinner," I said, "you eat yours." I pointed at the
plastic pants.

I walked over to the dining room table and sat my shitty ass down on
the chair. I knew Brian would clean it up later. Brian slithered
across the slick floor on his belly and stunk his snout into the
plastic pants. By the time I picked up a BBQ ribs and started chowing
down, Brian was eating as well. He scooped up mouthfuls of hot soft
shit into his mouth like a dog, not using his hands. He gagged once,
twice, but managed to keep everything down.

It took me about a half hour to enjoy my dinner. I also enjoyed
watching Brian. It was like dinner and a show. At the end of the meal,
I burped, and then got up to take a shower and watch some TV.

"Clean all this up, and then clean up yourself, too," was the last
order I gave Brian. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom and laid
down. I was exhausted.

Later, I got on my phone and surfed the web for a bit. Three hours
later, Brian came into the bedroom. He was all showered and clean. He
had used a lot of soap and cleaning stuff in order to smell better. He
slipped into be next to me and kissed me on the lips.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. Then he thought again. "I mean, it was awful, but it's
what I wanted."

I put my head on his chest. "I was worried I was being too tough on you."

"No, it was fun!" he assured me. "Plus, I was horny the whole time."

I looked at the clock. Eleven fifty.

I smiled at Bri. "It's not midnight yet!" I gloated. "I still have
time for you to blow me one more time!"

But then I got what I deserved. You see, there wasn't really a bet
this time around. It wasn't a dare. Sure, we had done contests before,
but this thing was more like a trade. Sometimes I top Brian, and
sometimes he tops me.

"Then, I get YOU for the next 24 hours!" Brian reminded me. "And you
have no idea what I have planned..."

My guts turned to water. "Yes, Sir" I said. It's the only thing I could say.

"If you think what you did to me was bad, just wait until tomorrow!"