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Summary: Julian is a bedwetter and diaper lover who likes to pretend to be little. When he starts university, he doesn't feel comfortable staying in the dorms and ends up renting a room in the house of an older man named Alexander. Alexander is tall and athletic and very handsome, and Julian dreams of having him for a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it's meant to be?

Author's Note: So, this is a story I've been working on for a long time and feel like I'm finally getting somewhere with, so I've decided to start posting it. It's actually inspired by a pair of characters from one of my Sims games, with a bedwetting and incontinence mod plus a lot of custom content, so I've got some screenshots I can share with you all as well. The names of some of the locations and other things mentioned are taken from The Sims 4 and the Discover University expansion pack. I hope you enjoy it!

CW for this chapter: sexual content, misgendering, dysphoria

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Chapter 1.

Julian rang the doorbell, looking up at the house while he waited. It was nice. Not huge, but definitely among the nicer houses in Britechester, a town known for its fine old architecture. It was the home of Professor Alexander Jones of the History, Languages, and Literature departments at UBrite. Julian expected a kindly old man or a stern teacher, but that was not what greeted him when the door opened.

The man in front of him was in his mid to late forties. His brown hair was dusted with silver and he wore a tweed suit, all of which was in keeping with Julian’s idea of distinguished UBrite professors. But Professor Jones was also tall, broad shouldered, and decidedly well built. His slacks clung to his thick, muscled thighs, and even through the suit it was impossible not to see that this man was in peak physical condition.

‘Ah! You must be Julian. Come in!’

‘Er . . . thank you.’ Julian smiled and stepped through the door. No one told me UBrite professors were muscle daddies, he thought. I wonder what the ones at Foxbury are like. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Professor Jones,’ he said.

‘Alexander, please.’ The man gave him a brilliant smile, making Julian’s heart pound. ‘I’m not your teacher. Not yet, anyway. What were you planning to study?’

‘Oh, I’m going to Foxbury, not UBrite.’ Julian smiled.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘Bold of you, to tell me you’ll be going to the competition.’

Julian laughed. ‘If UBrite gave Honours degrees in STEM fields, I’m sure that’s where I’d be going, but as it is, Foxbury’s the place for a budding engineer.’

‘Hmm. Well, to each his own. I expect you’ll want to see the room.’ He led Julian up two flights of stairs, to the top floor of the house, and opened a door. The room was large and comfortable-looking, with a bed, dresser, closet, sofa, and desk. ‘You’ll have your own bathroom,’ said Alexander, walking through the room and opening a door. Julian peeked inside. The bathroom was blue-tiled, with a corner bathtub, shower, and plenty of cupboard space. That was good.

‘This looks really nice,’ said Julian and grinned. ‘I’ll take it if you’ll have me.’

‘Well, you seem like a nice young man.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So, I don’t see why not. Any particular reason you won’t be in the dorms, though?’

Julian looked down. ‘I . . . couldn’t get a single room. And I kind of need my own bathroom.’

‘Oh? Why?’

Julian shrugged. ‘Well, you should probably know anyway. I’m trans. Three years on hormones and got my top surgery earlier this year, but I don’t feel quite comfortable sharing space. I’d like to pass if I can, and there’s no way of really doing that in a dorm with communal showers. Plus, I have a medical condition.’

Alexander cocked his head to one side. ‘What kind of condition?’

Julian looked down, blushing a little. ‘It’s kind of embarrassing, sir.’

‘Well, I won’t laugh,’ Alexander promised. His voice was kind and he looked sincere.

‘I . . . suffer from night time incontinence,’ Julian confessed. ‘So, I wear diapers to bed. Kind of awkward if you’re sharing a room.’

‘Hmm, I imagine it would be.’ Alexander nodded sympathetically. ‘Well, I don’t care about any of that. Thank you for being so honest with me, though. I appreciate honesty and openness. You can expect the same from me, should you choose to accept.’

‘You’re offering me the room, then?’ Julian asked.

‘Absolutely. In fact, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t take it.’

Julian grinned at the older man. ‘Okay, then I will. Thank you, Professor!’

The professor smiled. ‘I thought I told you to call me Alexander.’

#

‘Ah! Daddy! Harder, Daddy!’ Julian cried. He lay on his stomach on a bed in his favourite club, being pounded by a large man in his thirties. The man picked up the pace, slapping Julian’s behind a couple of times as he did.

‘Such a dirty little girl!’ he growled.

Julian froze. ‘Unicorn,’ he said. The man didn’t stop. ‘Unicorn!’

‘Oh! Sorry.’ The man climbed off him. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like being called dirty?’

Julian sat up and faced him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘I didn’t like being called a girl,’ he said. ‘What part of the “no misgendering” clause in our negotiation did you not understand?’

‘Sorry,’ the man said again. ‘I . . . You’ve got girl parts and with you facing away, I forgot.’

‘They’re not girl parts,’ said Julian. ‘They’re my parts, and I’m a boy.’

‘I’m sorry.’ The man sounded more sincere now. ‘I’m . . . I’m not used to being with trans guys. I’m bi, I don’t really see gender.’

‘You gender genitalia just fine,’ Julian mumbled, looking away.

‘I’m really sorry, Julian. Please forgive me and let’s continue. Weren’t you having fun?’

The truth was that Julian had been bored nearly to tears. This daddy wasn’t rough enough, and he was too young to be a real daddy anyway. Julian preferred men who were old enough to be his real father, but this one had seemed nice enough so he’d thought he would give it a try. Clearly, that had been a mistake, as he was inexperienced at being a Daddy Dom.

‘I was,’ Julian lied. ‘But I lost the mood when you called me a girl. I’m sorry. I suggest next time you’re with a trans person, you pay better attention to the agreement.’ He got off the bed and went to fetch his clothes. He got a clean diaper out of his bag.

‘At least let me help you get that on,’ the man said. ‘That’s easier, isn’t it?’

Julian sighed. ‘Fine.’ He handed over the diaper and lay on the bed.

‘No powder?’ the man asked.

‘No need, I’m going straight home. Got homework I need to do tomorrow.’

‘Homework? You’re not still in high school, are you?’ The man looked slightly concerned.

‘No,’ said Julian, laughing a little. He knew he looked a little younger than he was, like many trans guys. ‘I’m at university. I study engineering at Foxbury. Don’t worry, I’m twenty like I said.’

‘Is it your second year?’

‘No, I’m a fresher. I just took a year off before applying. I wanted to have my top surgery first. I know I’m easy enough to clock, but I don’t walk around wearing trans flags. I’d like to pass if I can.’

‘I didn’t clock you,’ said the man, closing the tabs on the diaper. ‘There, all done.’

‘You misgendered me,’ Julian reminded him.

‘It was a heat of the moment thing. When I saw you, I just saw a cute boy in a onesie. I didn’t realise you were trans until you told me.’

Julian smiled. ‘I don’t quite believe you, but I appreciate it all the same.’ He got up and went over to his clothes again. He pulled on the onesie, then put on his loose jeans and t-shirt over it. ‘I’m sorry this didn’t work out.’

‘Not as sorry as me,’ the man said, smiling.

#

Julian had been at university a month now. He enjoyed his classes and had gotten to know a few of his classmates well enough, but not exactly made any friends. He usually went to the club in the city on weekends, rather than hang out in the student pub in Britechester.

So far, it was the only BDSM club he’d found where ABDL was not only accepted but encouraged, though they catered to a wide array of kinks. At the club, he could be himself. He’d walk around in his blue onesie with fluffy socks, a teddy bear and a pacifier and ask people, ‘Have you seen my Daddy?’ The ones who were into adult baby age play and didn’t mind trans boys loved it, and he rarely left the club without having had a partner. The man he’d been with tonight had reacted by pinching Julian’s cheeks and saying, ‘I’ll be your Daddy, kiddo. Wanna come play with me?’ They’d sat down at a table, worked out the terms, and when they got to their room, Julian had wet himself, thrown a temper tantrum, been spanked and then fucked. Honestly, in spite of the slightly half-assed scolding and spanking, it had been fine until they got to the fucking. Maybe the man just hadn’t been big enough to give Julian the pounding he craved.

It was nearly midnight when he got home, so he was surprised to find Alexander in the living room with a tumbler of whisky, reading a book. ‘Hey you. Been out?’ The older man smiled, and Julian found himself wishing he’d run into his landlord at the club instead of the man he’d been with. Alexander was dressed casually, in neat jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his extremely muscular arms.

Julian had found Alexander had gym equipment in the basement and did strength workouts for half an hour every morning. He also went jogging twice a week. He was a very disciplined man. Julian, on the other hand, had never been athletic; he was a nerdy blonde with glasses who dreamt of working in robotics. His pudginess and his smooth, round face lent themselves well to toddler roleplay, though.

‘Yeah.’ Julian returned the smile as best he could.

‘Did you go to Pepper’s?’ Alexander asked, referring to the student pub.

Julian shook his head. ‘No, I went clubbing in the city.’

‘By yourself? Or was it a date?’

Julian had noticed that Alexander often asked about where he’d been. The questions didn’t feel invasive, and it wasn’t like he was policing Julian’s movements, but his curiosity always took the young man by surprise.

‘Not exactly.’ Julian blushed again, and Alexander seemed to notice.

‘Something more casual, then.’ He smiled mischievously. ‘You want a drink?’

Julian rarely drank alcohol when he went to the club, preferring to be one hundred percent in control for the negotiations. Tonight, he’d had a couple glasses of orange juice when he’d arrived, to make sure he’d need to pee when he got picked up for play. He’d felt like bratting. ‘Why not?’ he said, sitting down. ‘Gotta warn you, though. I’m not exactly a whisky connoisseur.’

Alexander smiled, standing up and heading over to the bar cabinet. ‘A little one, then,’ he said. ‘With just a drop of water.’ He handed Julian a tumbler. ‘Old Yorkfield, sixteen years. Should be to your tastes.’

‘What are you drinking?’ Julian asked.

‘McDillan’s,’ Alexander replied, taking his seat again. ‘Not for novices, I’m afraid. It’s very smoky. If you handle the Yorkfield well, maybe you’ll graduate to McDillan’s.’ He winked and Julian blushed a little again. He was suddenly all too aware that he hadn’t orgasmed with the man at the club. And Alexander oozed big dick energy.

He took a sip of the whisky and made a face. ‘Wow. That’s strong.’

Alexander laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it. So, tell me about your not-date. Did you have fun?’

Julian bobbed his head. ‘It was okay at first. But . . . he misgendered me halfway through, so I left.’

Alexander frowned. ‘That’s not very polite. I’m sorry that happened to you.’

‘Extra not polite since we’d negotiated—’ Julian cut himself off. Negotiation was not a part of casual sex outside the kink community, he reminded himself. ‘I mean, since I’d told him straight out not to do that.’ He took another sip of the whisky. It went down smoother now and he was already feeling a little woozy, no doubt because he hadn’t eaten since before he went to the club. ‘Don’t understand why boy pussy’s so hard to accept,’ he mumbled, then froze. Had he really said ‘boy pussy’ in front of his university professor landlord? The man who wore tweed every day, like a proper gentleman? ‘I mean—sorry, that just slipped out.’

Alexander laughed, but his face was kind. ‘I’m not a prude, Julian. I’ve been ’round the block a few times. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could say that would shock me.’

What about ‘I like pretending I’m three years old and having strange men change my diaper, spank me, fuck me, and occasionally piss on me in BDSM clubs’? Julian thought, but outwardly he just smiled and drained his tumbler. ‘I should get to bed. Got homework in the morning.’

‘I’ve been meaning to say,’ said Alexander as Julian stood, ‘if you need someone to proofread your papers, I’d be happy to help.’

‘Oh, no,’ said Julian. ‘I couldn’t ask you to do that.’

‘You wouldn’t be asking me to, I offered,’ said Alexander. ‘And I mean it.’ His tone was commanding and sent shivers down Julian’s back.

‘Oh. Okay. Well, thanks, I . . . I appreciate that.’

‘No worries,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m teaching fewer classes this semester, cause I’m working on a thesis with a couple of PhD candidates. You probably won’t believe it, but I miss grading papers. Proofing yours would fill a need, even if I can’t understand half of what’s in them.’ He laughed.

‘Not one for physics?’ Julian asked.

Alexander shook his head. ‘I’m a Humanities man, and I always have been. Now, off to bed, young man.’ He had a twinkle in his eye, but there was that commanding tone again. Julian could feel his heart pound in his groin.

‘Yes, sir,’ he said, and went up the stairs.

Once in his room, Julian locked the door and stripped down to his onesie. He got on the bed and humped his pillow until he came and then wet himself, thinking of Alexander’s strong arms holding him down. Afterwards, he lay there panting for a long time. ‘This is bad,’ he mumbled. ‘This is really, really bad.’ If he’d ever wanted someone to be his daddy full time, it would have to be Alexander. He wasn’t sure anyone else could measure up.

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Hey, everyone, another chapter already! If you like this story, please consider commenting or at least leaving a react. Writing is lonely business and it's no fun if I can't tell if anyone is even reading my work...

A note on anatomy: I use the words cock/dick and cunt for Julian. On testosterone, the clitoris grows and many trans guys prefer to think of it as their dick.

CW: sexual content, spanking, kink negotiations

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Chapter 2.

Julian didn’t need to wear diapers in the daytime. He was perfectly capable of holding his bladder if he wanted to, and in fact didn’t even wet himself every night. But he liked wearing them. They made him feel safe and comfortable and happy. It was certainly a kink, but it was more than that. It was a lifestyle, and Julian hardly ever peed in a toilet, except on the rare occasions where his outfit didn’t allow room for the extra padding the diapers provided.

If his diaper wasn’t wet when he woke up, he’d have his morning pee in it. Sometimes, if he felt he had the time and as a treat for himself, he’d mess in it too. Then he’d put on a clean diaper before going to his lectures, but he loved wetting himself in class, surrounded by people. Often, he’d bring a large bottle of water with him and wet himself on purpose, then wear the damp diaper for the rest of the day. When ge got home, he’d hang out in his room for a couple of hours in his onesie, putting himself in little space and colouring on the floor or playing with his teddies, before he started in on homework and chores.

Alexander loved to cook and insisted Julian eat with him more often than not, which Julian was happy to do since he was a terrible cook himself. In return, Julian did the dishes and tidied the kitchen, and once a week he vacuumed the living room. And that was his routine for his first two months at university.

Most Saturdays, he went to the club in the city. On this particular Saturday, he’d had no luck. Julian had wandered for a while, like he usually did, but now it was nearly ten and he was sat at the bar, seriously considering getting himself something alcoholic as it seemed unlikely he would find a daddy this late. Not if he wanted to be home by midnight, as he preferred to be. He really needed to pee too. Maybe I’ll just wet my diaper and be done with it, he thought, when someone stepped up to the bar next to him.

‘Well, hello there, cutie,’ said a familiar voice. ‘You looking for your Daddy?’ Julian’s eyes widened and he looked up to find Alexander peering at him. The older man’s eyebrows rose in recognition. ‘Julian?’

Julian swallowed. ‘Um . . . hi.’ He felt his face turn hot and he pulled his teddy tighter to him, taking the pacifier out of his mouth. ‘What, uh . . . what are you doing here?’

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ Alexander looked him up and down. ‘You come here often?’

Julian looked away, still blushing. ‘Almost every weekend,’ he mumbled. ‘You?’

‘Not quite so often. In fact, I haven’t been here in a couple of months. We must never have been at the same time, or I would have noticed you.’

‘Right.’ Julian chanced a glance at his landlord. ‘Well. This is awkward.’

Alexander laughed. ‘Is it? I figured you were a sub from the way you behave sometimes, but I didn’t know this was your kink.’

Julian wet his lips. ‘Well . . . it is.’

‘You been into it long?’

‘Almost since my bedwetting started,’ said Julian. ‘When I was sixteen. Didn’t start going to clubs until after I had my top surgery, though.’

‘I see. Well, I’ve always been a Daddy Dom.’ Alexander smiled. ‘So . . . are you looking for a Daddy?’

Julian blinked, staring at him. ‘You . . . you mean—?’

‘If you want.’ Alexander shrugged. ‘I know you find me attractive, Julian. It’s been hard not to notice. And I always thought you were adorable. But it’s up to you. I’m your landlord, it wouldn’t be right for me to push you. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything, and I won’t kick you out or otherwise hold it against you if you say no.’

‘No,’ said Julian quickly. ‘No, please do push me. My safeword is “unicorn”.’

Alexander studied his face. ‘You’re sober?’ Julian nodded. ‘Well. Shall we go home, then?’ It wasn’t really a question.

Julian stood up and they headed for the lockers. He found his, unlocked it, and got out his clothes, putting them on before handing in the key.

‘Everything all right?’ asked the attendant, looking from Julian to Alexander.

‘Perfectly fine,’ Alexander replied, and Julian nodded his agreement.

‘Well, have a good evening.’ The attendant smiled at them both, and they left.

Stepping outside, Julian realised how much he needed to pee, and he had to stop, crossing his legs.

‘Ah.’ Alexander smiled at him. ‘You need to pee?’ Julian nodded quickly. ‘You wearing a diaper?’ Another nod. ‘Well, do it, then.’

Julian did, wetting himself there on the busy pavement in front of the entrance to the club. It felt very exciting, wetting himself in public with this tall, muscular, attractive man watching. When he was done, he sighed contentedly.

‘All done?’ Alexander asked, and Julian nodded once again. He always acted quiet and shy right at the beginning, but this time he really did feel shy. ‘Okay. Let’s go.’ Alexander took his hand and they set off down the street. ‘What’s your play age?’ Alexander asked.

Julian looked around at all the people passing them, but no one seemed interested in listening in on their conversation. ‘Three,’ he said. ‘Sometimes two.’

Alexander nodded. ‘And what do you like?’

Julian was used to this conversation and went into business mode. ‘Discipline, rough sex, and being taken care of afterwards. I like having decisions made for me, so any and all positions are fine. I like anal. Actually, I like it better than vaginal sometimes. I also like bratting and being disciplined for it. I’m a masochist. And I like using my diaper and having it changed.’

‘Just wetting, or do you like messing to?’

Julian blushed. ‘I like both. But I’ve never messed with a partner changing me before. It’s not allowed in the club.’

‘You’ve never had a partner outside the club, then?’

‘No.’

‘All right. No means yes?’

‘Yes,’ said Julian firmly. ‘Absolutely.’

‘So you like being forced.’

‘Definitely.’

‘Good.’ Alexander smiled. ‘I like all those things too. And I like being begged. You up for that?’

‘I can beg,’ said Julian.

‘Bondage?’

‘Yes.’

‘You say you’re a masochist and you like rough sex. On a scale of one to ten, what’s your tolerance level for pain?’

‘Nine,’ said Julian at once.

Alexander gave him a sidelong glance, one eyebrow raised. ‘You’re sure? I’m pretty strong, and I don’t hold back.’

‘Absolutely. I want you to be rough with me. Assuming you want to be.’ Julian met Alexander’s eye. ‘Do I call you Daddy?’

‘Yes. And I call you Julian or boy.’

Julian smiled. ‘Long as you don’t call me girl, you can call me whatever you like.’

Alexander stopped, grabbing Julian’s shoulders and turning him so they were facing each other. ‘Listen to me,’ he said. ‘I will never, ever disrespect you that way. I give you my word. Nor will I call you slut or whore or sissy, or tell you you’re worthless. I don’t like degrading my partners that way. I much prefer physical discipline followed by praise.’

‘Yeah.’ Julian swallowed, relieved. ‘Yeah, that’s my preference too, though if you wanted to I’d be fine with it. I . . . I just want to please you. As long as you don’t misgender me. Or expect me to wear girly clothes.’

‘I very much do not.’ They continued walking until they reached a taxi stand. It was early enough in the evening that there were plenty of cars available. ‘Come on. Let’s go home.’

#

When they got inside the house, Alexander stroked Julian’s cheek and ruffled his blonde curls. ‘Go upstairs to your room and undress to your onesie.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian, pitching his voice up a little.

‘Oh, and Julian?’

‘Yes?’

‘I’d like to keep baby talk to a minimum. I like you pitching up your voice, but I don’t like forced speech impediments, or baby words for anatomy, cum, or anything like that. I enjoy being a Daddy Dom and having a boy or girl to play with and take care of, but we are adults, and I like to remember that. We use grown-up words for things that are sexual in nature.’

‘Yes, Daddy.’ Julian was a little relieved at this. Baby phrases and words like ‘make cummies’, ‘go potty’, ‘pee-pee’, and ‘diapey’ made him slightly uncomfortable. He went up the stairs to his room and got out of his big boy clothes. He found a pacifier in his nightstand drawer and popped it in his mouth. Then he sat on his bed and waited, heart pounding. He’d dreamt of this almost since he moved in, and now it was finally happening.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Alexander stepped inside. He was carrying some supplies. Lube, a paddle, a butt plug, a dildo, and a pack of condoms. He put them on Julian’s desk and walked over to the bed. ‘Why aren’t you asleep, boy?’

Julian wet his lips. The scene had already started. ‘Don’t wanna,’ he said, a slight whine in his voice.

‘Why not?’ Alexander demanded, hands on his hips. Julian pulled his teddy tight to his chest and said nothing. ‘Do you need a diaper change, is that why you’re fussy?’

‘No!’ Julian said around his pacifier, refusing to look at Alexander.

‘Well, I’ll be the judge of that,’ said Alexander and reached for him, pulling him to his feet. He was so strong, the move was practically effortless. He stuck two fingers inside the diaper through the leg opening. ‘Thought so. You’re soaking wet. Why did you lie to me, boy?’

‘I don’t wanna be changed!’ Julian whined, stomping his foot. ‘And I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna stay up and play with my teddies!’

‘That’s it!’ said Alexander sternly. He sat down on the bed. ‘I’m putting you over my knee, come here.’

Julian stared at him, wide-eyed. ‘No, wait,’ he said.

‘Didn’t you hear me? It’ll be worse for you if you don’t come to me right now.’

Julian stared at the floor and stepped up. ‘Please don’t, Daddy,’ he mumbled around the pacifier.

‘When you misbehave, you have to accept the consequences,’ said Alexander. He grabbed Julian by the wrist and pulled him down onto the bed, manoeuvring him face first over his lap. He undid the onesie between Julian’s legs, pulled it up, and pulled his diaper down. He smacked Julian’s bottom. It was not at all gentle. He did it again and again.

Julian sobbed. ‘No, please! Please stop, Daddy! I’ll be good!’ The pacifier fell from his mouth onto the bed.

‘Yes you will,’ said Alexander. ‘You will be good after this. Won’t you?’

‘Yes, I promise! It hurts . . . Please stop . . .’

‘Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson,’ said Alexander and smacked him again, hard.

‘Ow!’ Julian howled in real pain. His cunt was sopping wet, he could feel it. He felt more turned on than he thought he had in his life. He cried out with each smack, sobbing for real, tears streaming down his face. Just as he was starting to consider crying ‘unicorn’, Alexander stopped.

‘I hope you’ll think twice before disobeying me next time,’ he said sternly.

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Julian whispered, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat.

Alexander pulled the diaper all the way off and gently stroked his sore bottom, and Julian winced. Alexander’s fingers slid down his butt crack, then down to his cunt. ‘Hmm, what’s this, boy?’ He pushed two fingers inside. ‘How very wet you are! Well, I suppose you deserve a reward for being such a good boy and taking your punishment. But first, get on your knees and suck Daddy’s cock.’

Julian eagerly did what he was told, getting to his knees on the floor and looking up at Alexander expectantly as he undid his belt and pulled down his slacks and briefs. A large, hard cock, glistening with pre-cum, sprung free, and Julian’s mouth watered. This was exactly what he’d hoped for, the cherry on top of this perfect Dream Daddy Dom sundae. Julian unconsciously licked his lips.

‘You want this?’ Alexander asked, taking a condom out of his pocket and rolling it on. Julian nodded. ‘Ask me nicely.’

‘Please, Daddy,’ said Julian. ‘May I suck your cock?’

‘You may,’ said Alexander. ‘Open wide.’

Julian opened his mouth and Alexander put his hand on the back of his head, guiding it down. Julian took the tip into his mouth, breathing in the musky scent of Alexander’s manhood. He wished it hadn’t been mixed with the smell and taste of latex. He took it as deep as he could, gagging a little, and Alexander groaned in the back of his throat. Julian moaned in empathy. His cunt was dripping. Pulling back, he looked up into Alexander’s eyes. ‘May I please touch myself, Daddy?’ he asked.

‘No,’ said Alexander. ‘But I’ll make you feel good soon, I promise.’

‘I feel good now,’ said Julian with a small smile, then returned to his task. He went at it for a few minutes before Alexander grabbed him by the hair and gently pulled him off.

‘What a good boy you are,’ he murmured. ‘Now, take off your onesie and get on the bed, on your hands and knees, facing away from me.’

‘Yes, Daddy.’ Julian meekly did what he was told. Behind him, he heard Alexander stepping out of his pants.

‘Mmm, look at this little bubble butt, huh? All red and shiny. And this wet cunt’s just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ Julian gasped. His heart was pounding, his whole body quivering with anticipation of what was to come. ‘Please!’

‘Would you like something in your ass too?’ Alexander asked gently.

Julian nodded vigorously. ‘Yes, please!’

‘Stay there and don’t look.’ Alexander moved off and Julian stayed as he was, vowing not to do anything to ruin this moment. So far, everything had been perfect and it was about to get even better.

Alexander returned. ‘I hardly need lube,’ he said. ‘I could just do this . . .’ he pressed something cool inside Julian’s cunt, eliciting a moan, ‘. . . and then just slide it into your ass. But I don’t wanna hurt you.’ He paused. ‘Well. I don’t want to damage you, at any rate.’ Julian heard the click of a tube opening, and a moment later something slippery pressed against his asshole. It must be the butt plug.

‘Ah . . . Oh, god!’ Julian moaned, as Alexander pushed it inside a little at a time. In, then out, then further in, then out again, then in, until Julian’s sphincter gave way and it slipped inside effortlessly.

‘Good boy,’ said Alexander. ‘You’re perfect.’ His words drew another moan from Julian. Then Alexander’s condom-clad penis slid inside his cunt, and Julian cried out in ecstasy.’

‘Yes, Daddy!’ he moaned. ‘Ah . . . oh god, fuck yes!’

‘Hm, such a dirty mouth on you,’ Alexander scolded. ‘We’ll have to do something about that.’

‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ Julian managed as Alexander began to thrust. ‘Oh . . . !’

‘No matter,’ Alexander said softly. ‘That’s for another time.’

It was hard, fast, and just the right side of painful. Julian was utterly unable to shut up, moaning himself hoarse and occasionally sobbing with the intensity of it all. Alexander reached around and rubbed the short length of his cock. It couldn’t have been the first time he was with a trans man, because he knew exactly how to handle it.

‘Agh! Daddy, I’m gonna come!’ Julian whined.

‘Good boy. Come for Daddy. I’m gonna come too. Ah!’

Julian didn’t often squirt, but now he did, crying out as he came harder than he ever had before. He came so hard he expelled the butt plug and it clattered to the floor. His cunt clamped down on Alexander’s cock, and he grew still for a moment. Julian could feel his cock pulsing inside him, and then Alexander started to move again, pumping in a few more times before he almost collapsed over Julian’s back.

‘Oh . . . Julian,’ he murmured. ‘That was amazing.’

‘Yeah.’ Julian sobbed. ‘Yeah . . .’

Gently, Alexander pulled out and turned Julian over on his back, looking into his face. He wiped the tears from the young man’s cheek with his thumb. ‘Are you okay?’

Julian nodded, then laughed. ‘Oh yeah. I’m . . . I’m beyond okay. God . . . that was better than I ever . . .’ He sobbed again. ‘I’m sorry, I’m a little overwhelmed.’

‘Never apologise for that. It’s exactly how I want you.’ Alexander leaned down and gently, chastely, kissed Julian on the lips. They hadn’t talked about kissing, but Julian kissed him back all the same. It felt so good, after all that, to just be kissed. ‘Stay here.’ Alexander got off him and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a cool, wet cloth. He wiped Julian’s hot, tearstained face, then his chest, then wiped between his legs, cleaning up all the slick that had leaked out of his dripping cunt. ‘You’ve been such a good boy,’ he murmured. ‘Such a good boy for me, Julian.’ He smiled. ‘I couldn’t help noticing you said yes more than no.’

Julian laughed. ‘As if I could say no to a cock like yours.’

Alexander raised an eyebrow. ‘So, you’re a size queen, are you?’

Julian shrugged. ‘Smaller dicks don’t hurt as good,’ he said.

‘I imagine not. Where do you keep your clean diapers?’

‘Bathroom,’ Julian said. ‘Cupboard under the sink, on the left.’

Alexander went away again, returning with a clean diaper and the baby powder Julian had left out on the sink before leaving home earlier in the evening. Julian raised up his butt a little so Alexander could get the diaper under him. ‘Anything else you need?’ he asked.

‘I wouldn’t mind some water,’ said Julian.

‘Of course.’ Alexander finished putting on the diaper and left. When he got back, Julian was nearly asleep, exhausted after that scene. ‘I’ve worn you out,’ said Alexander, smiling.

Julian returned the expression. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way . . . Daddy.’ He blushed.

‘Hmm . . .’ Alexander was still smiling. He handed Julian the water and watched him drink it. ‘Think you’ll want to play with me again, Julian?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t mind.’ Julian grinned. ‘I . . . I’ve been looking for a Daddy who could make me feel like you made me feel tonight,’ he confessed. ‘This was . . . it was perfect.’

Alexander nodded. ‘I agree. What if . . .’ He seemed to hesitate.

‘Yes?’ said Julian.

‘What if we made this into an arrangement?’ the older man asked. ‘A full time thing. You’d be little when you’re here at home with me. I’d change you, put you to bed, wake you up in the mornings . . . and play with you whenever I like. We’d write an agreement, of course. Lay down ground rules and the like. I wouldn’t want to take advantage.’

‘You wouldn’t be,’ said Julian. ‘I . . . I’d love that.’ He wet his lips. ‘Would you . . . would you want us to be exclusive?’

‘Not necessarily,’ said Alexander. ‘I’m polyamorous, and I wouldn’t mind you seeing other people, going to the club and the like. With or without me present. Though I would like to be informed, and when you’re here in my house, I’d have final say on everything.’

‘Okay.’ Julian smiled. ‘You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve wanted a real Daddy. And . . . almost as soon as I moved in, I knew I wanted him to be just like you.’

‘All right, then. We’ll discuss the terms more in depth tomorrow.’ Alexander smiled. ‘You should have some clean pyjamas.’

‘I have some onesies in the top drawer,’ said Julian, motioning at the dresser. Alexander went over to it, selected a white one with yellow duckies on it, and returned, helping Julian put it on. ‘Let’s go brush your teeth,’ he said. ‘Then it’s straight to bed, young man. Don’t you have homework tomorrow?’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian with a grin. He brushed his teeth and Alexander put him to bed, smoothing back his curls and kissing his forehead.

‘Goodnight, baby boy,’ he said.

‘G’night, Daddy.’ Julian fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the pillow.

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On 5/5/2021 at 2:28 PM, BENAir01 said:

It’s excellent so far! Superbly written, as always. 

 

On 5/6/2021 at 2:22 AM, MagicUnicorn said:

This is great!!!! I loved it and I really hope you continue it!

Thank you both so much! Sorry it's taken a while to update, but here's the next chapter now!

 

CW: Forced messing, upset stomach, some sexual content

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Chapter 3.

‘Good morning, sleepyhead.’

Julian stirred, smiling as someone ran their fingers through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked up at Alexander, who was sitting at his bedside. ‘Morning, Daddy,’ he said.

‘Rise and shine.’ Alexander smiled. ‘I’ve made some breakfast. Do I need to change you first?’

Julian took a moment to consider. He was a little damp, but he also thought he might pee a bit more soon. ‘Can we wait until after breakfast?’

‘All right.’ Alexander stood. ‘Come downstairs. Would you like milk or orange juice?’

‘Is it lactose free?’

‘Of course,’ said Alexander.

‘Then milk, please.’

Alexander nodded and left, and Julian sat up in bed. He sighed happily. Alexander had been his Daddy for a little over two weeks now, and so far everything was great. His Daddy woke him up and put him to bed, changed his diapers, made him breakfast and dinner, and played with him, both in the traditional and the sexual sense. Julian got to spend a lot more time in little space than he had before, and he loved it.

When they were at home, Alexander told him what to wear, what to eat, when to go to bed, when to do his homework, and when to get up in the morning. Sometimes, Julian would argue or throw a tantrum, and Alexander would discipline him for it, mostly by spanking, which Julian enjoyed, and sometimes with time outs, which he liked a lot less, though it was worth it for the praise and affection he was showered with afterwards, and the amazing sex that usually followed.

Today was a Sunday. Julian padded downstairs in his onesie, carrying his teddy under his arm and sucking on his pacifier. He loved being little in the mornings. The kitchen table was set with two stacks of pancakes, a cup of coffee for Alexander, and a blue sippy cup with green and yellow flowers for Julian. ‘Wow!’ He grinned, sitting down and picking up the cup, looking it over.

‘You like it? It arrived in the mail yesterday. Adult size sippy cups aren’t easy to come by, not nice ones like this anyway, so it took some looking.’ Alexander smiled.

‘Thank you, Daddy!’

‘Take out your pacifier, you can’t eat with it in your mouth.’

Julian took it out and placed it on the table. He raised the cup to his lips and had a sip of milk. It felt much nicer to drink from than a regular glass. He picked up his fork and started on the pancakes.

Alexander’s coffee smelled good. Julian was very fond of coffee, but he wasn’t allowed it at home, so he only drank it at school. That was probably better for him, he supposed. Coffee first thing in the morning had never agreed with his stomach. After a few bites of pancake, he felt the need to pee again and wet his diaper.

‘I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,’ said Alexander, putting down his coffee mug.

‘About what?’ said Julian through a mouthful of pancake. He swallowed and put his fork down, washing the pancake down with some milk.

‘Your diaper habits. If you’re uncomfortable talking about it whilst eating, we can wait until you’re finished, I don’t want to put you off your food.’

‘I’m not squeamish,’ said Julian.

‘All right. Well, when we started out, the rules were that I always change you when we’re home.’ Julian nodded. ‘But I’ve not had to change a messy diaper yet. Either you never have bowel movements at home, you always go to the toilet, or you change messy diapers yourself, which would go against our agreement.’

Julian swallowed. ‘I haven’t done that,’ he said. ‘I promise.’

‘So which is it then? You said you enjoyed messing. Have you not been doing it?’

‘No. I . . . I wasn’t sure you’d want to change them,’ Julian mumbled. ‘And . . . it’s embarrassing.’

Alexander sighed. ‘You’re supposed to let me decide these things,’ he said. ‘It’s not up to you to say what I’d want, and I don’t care how embarrassing it is for you. I don’t want you using the toilet at all while you’re at home. Maybe I wasn’t clear enough about that when we laid down the rules, which is on me, but little Julian isn’t properly toilet trained. Is he?’

Julian looked down at his plate. ‘No,’ he said. ‘He’s not.’

‘And when we’re at home, just the two of us, you’re always supposed to be little Julian, aren’t you?’

Julian nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Well, then.’ Alexander stood. He picked up Julian’s sippy cup, went to the sink, and poured out the content. Then he opened up the fridge and pulled out the regular milk carton, refilling the cup.

‘That . . . that’s the one with lactose,’ said Julian.

‘Yes.’ Alexander put the lid on the cup and put it down in front of him.

‘But . . . I’m lactose intolerant.’

‘I know,’ said Alexander. ‘This is your punishment. You’re going to drink that—all of it—finish your pancakes, and then you’re going to sit here, in time out, until you mess. If all you’ve told me about your lactose intolerance is true, that should only take about half an hour. Understood?’

Julian stared at Alexander for a long moment. Was he hearing this correctly? Was Alexander forcing him to have an actual messing accident, by giving him lactose?

‘I’m waiting,’ said his Daddy, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. ‘Do you understand me, Julian?’

Finally, Julian nodded.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian. He picked up the sippy cup and began to drink. Not wanting to disappoint his Daddy, he drained it quickly and then ate the pancakes in silence. Alexander picked up a newspaper and sat reading it while he drank his coffee.

It only took twenty minutes or so before Julian’s stomach started to make noise. A sharp pain went through his abdomen and he clasped it with a gasp just as it made a loud growl. Alexander noticed and put his paper down.

‘Get up,’ he said. ‘Come to me.’

Julian did as he was told and stepped up to his Daddy, who reached between his legs and opened up the onesie, pulling it up to reveal Julian’s diaper. Julian’s stomach made another loud growl and he covered his tummy again, farting noisily. His face was hot and flushed, his heart pounding in his ears.

‘Please,’ he whimpered. ‘Can’t I just go to the toilet?’

‘No,’ said Alexander firmly. ‘And stop holding it. Let go and fill your diaper for me like a good boy, before I get cross.’

‘I can’t! It’s . . . It’s too embarrassing . . .’

‘You can and you will. There are ways I can make you if you don’t.’

‘But . . .’ Julian’s lip trembled. Alexander stood up and took Julian’s hand, dragging him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Julian followed, trying as hard as he could to hold it. ‘No!’ he cried as he farted and a little bit came out.

Walking the stairs was agony. Julian messed a little more on the way. Alexander brought him all the way to the top, to Julian’s bedroom. ‘Get on the bed,’ he said. ‘Hands and knees.’

Whimpering, Julian did as he was told. Alexander went to the dresser and got Julian’s massage wand out of a drawer. The last time they’d used it had been very pleasant, but now Alexander plugged it in, putting it between Julian’s spread legs, and set it to max. Julian cried out. ‘No! Stop! I . . . I don’t want to!’

It was a curious sensation. His stomach hurt, but the wand felt good, although so intense as to be almost painful. Julian sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he lost control of his bowels. The squishy farting noises were loud enough to be heard over the whir of the wand.

‘That’s it,’ said Alexander, his voice soft and soothing. ‘Good boy. Fill your diaper for me. Doesn’t that feel better?’

Julian buried his head in his arms, leaning forward. His thighs shook as he came, expelling what remained in his colon with tremendous force. The stimulation was so intense he cried out, ‘Stop! Please, it hurts . . . I’m done, please stop!’ He considered using the safeword, but in the end he didn’t have to.

Alexander switched off the wand and removed it. ‘There you go. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?’ Julian couldn’t speak. He sobbed into his hands. ‘Come on,’ said Alexander gently. ‘Let’s go into the bathroom and run you a bath. And while the tub fills you can suck Daddy’s cock.’

Julian followed him in a daze. Alexander ran the bath, then pushed Julian to his knees and fed him his cock. They’d both been tested the Monday after they’d come to their arrangement, and both had come back clean, so there was no need for condoms anymore. Julian was pleased with this. He enjoyed being filled with or covered in cum. While the bath filled, Alexander fucked Julian’s face and came down his throat. Julian’s stomach was still rumbling a little, and while he sucked his Daddy’s cock he messed more, until he was empty. After, Alexander got him out of the filthy diaper, did a rough cleanup with baby wipes and a warm cloth, and put Julian in the bath.

Once he’d disposed of the messy, stinky diaper, he kneeled on the floor next to the tub and washed Julian’s back. ‘So, are you ready to start messing your diaper for me like a good boy?’ he asked. Julian nodded, blinking slowly. ‘I’m sorry I had to do that,’ said Alexander, though Julian was pretty sure he wasn’t very sorry at all, ‘but I need you to do as you’re told, boy. So, what do you do the next time you have to poop?’

‘I . . .’ Julian cleared his throat. ‘I do it in my diaper.’

‘That’s right. And then what?’

‘I come tell you so you can change me.’

‘Exactly. Only when you’re away from this house are you allowed to use the toilet. And if, for some reason, I’m not at home, you may change yourself, though I’d prefer you still use your diaper just to get into the habit.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian. ‘I’m sorry I was a bad boy.’

Alexander chuckled. ‘I think you learned your lesson.’ He put down the cloth and kissed Julian on the lips. ‘You feeling okay?’ Julian nodded. ‘You need anything?’

‘Can I have a nap?’ he asked. ‘With my teddy and my pacifier?’

‘Aww, did I wear you out?’ Alexander asked, caressing his cheek gently.

‘A little.’ Julian smiled.

‘You may have a nap, but only for an hour. You have homework to do.’

‘Yes, Daddy.’

Alexander helped Julian out of the bath and towelled him off. ‘I’ve been thinking,’ he said, ‘since this is all going so well . . . maybe we should redecorate your room a little?’

‘Redecorate? How?’

‘Well, we could make it more of a kid’s room. Get in some more toys, maybe paint the walls . . . And I was doing some googling yesterday and found adult sized cribs and high chairs. I don’t want to make this decision without you. It’s your room, you pay rent for it, and you have a say in what it’s like. If you’d rather it be a grownup room, that’s fine and we can go on the way we have. I could get you some toys anyway, though.’

Julian smiled up at him. ‘I think a crib and a high chair sounds amazing. I’d love for my room to be a . . . nursery, I guess.’

‘Well, then.’ Alexander kissed his forehead. ‘I intend to make it happen. Now, let’s get you in a diaper and you can have that nap.’

‘Thank you, Daddy.’

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The next day, which was a Sunday, was sunny and beautiful, and unseasonably warm for October, and so Alexander decided they should go for an outing. ‘We’re going to the pier,’ he said with a wide smile.

They took the car. The pier was full of couples and families enjoying the rare autumn sunshine. It was a little bit windy, but not cold. Still, Alexander had made Julian wear a panda beanie. Julian wasn’t used to wearing childish clothing in public anywhere else than the club, so he felt a little embarrassed in the cutesy hat.

‘Let’s get some ice cream,’ said Alexander.

Julian hesitated. ‘Ice . . . ice cream?’

‘Yes. What’s your favourite flavour?’

‘Strawberry,’ said Julian. ‘But . . . I mean, I don’t think the ice cream stand has lactose free.’

‘I expect they don’t,’ said Alexander brightly. ‘Come on.’ He took Julian’s hand and dragged him along. ‘Afternoon,’ he said pleasantly to the girl selling the ice cream. ‘I’ll have one mint chocolate chip, and one strawberry. You want sprinkles?’ he asked Julian. Julian only nodded. ‘Chocolate sprinkles, I think,’ Alexander told the girl. She fixed them two large cones, Alexander paid, and they headed off down the pier. ‘Eat up, Julian. Before it melts.’

Julian took a great big lick of his ice cream. He knew very well what his Daddy was up to. No doubt, this was continued punishment for his refusal to mess before. He had never messed himself in public. He’d wanted to. Even planned to do it at one point, holding it for two days in hopes of provoking an accident, but he’d chickened out at the last minute and gone home when he started to feel desperate. Now, as he ate the ice cream (it was very good), he felt excitement build in his stomach. He worried whether the diaper would contain the smell.

When they had finished their ice creams, they kept strolling up and down the pier. Alexander chatted to him about his work and a book he wanted to write. Julian listened but didn’t speak much. It didn’t take long for his stomach to start complaining.

‘Daddy?’ he said quietly.

‘Mhm?’

‘I . . . C-can we go home?’

‘Why?’

Julian looked down, face feeling hot. ‘I just . . .’ His stomach made a loud noise and he clutched it, uttering a small whimper.

Alexander smiled. ‘No, I think we’re staying right here, boy.’ He pulled Julian over to the railing at the edge of the pier, resting against it and looking out to sea. ‘Such a beautiful day.’

‘B-but . . .’

‘But what? Speak up, boy. Use your words.’

‘But I have to poop,’ Julian said in barely more than a whisper.

‘Well, I’m not stopping you. Come here.’ Alexander pulled Julian closer and turned him so his back was against the railing. Alexander stood sideways so he could see Julian’s face and slid his hand down Julian’s back to cup his padded behind. ‘You just go whenever you like,’ he murmured.

‘I can’t hold it,’ Julian whimpered.

‘Then stop trying.’

Julian squeezed his eyes shut and let go. ‘Ugh . . .’ He felt his diaper start to fill. He’d eaten a large breakfast. ‘Fuck!’ he groaned. He clutched his stomach. It hurt, and it made another loud noise, followed by another load hitting his diaper.

‘Mm, good boy,’ said Alexander softly. ‘I can feel it. Your diaper’s starting to bulge. It’s warm.’

Julian whimpered. His face was bright red, his eyes still screwed shut. He clenched his fists and groaned as more came out. Then he finally relaxed, panting and shaking. He’d done it. He’d messed his diaper in public. Opening his eyes, he looked around. No one seemed to be looking at him. No one seemed to have noticed.

‘Finished?’ Alexander asked mildly.

Julian’s stomach made another noise and he shook his head. It was never over that quickly . . . more would be coming in a few moments. ‘Not . . . not yet.’

‘Well, we’ll stay here until you’re done,’ said Alexander firmly.

Julian hugged his stomach, looking down at his feet. After a minute or so, he messed some more. ‘Ugh!’ he whined. ‘Daddy, I don’t like this!’

‘Doesn’t matter if you like it,’ said Alexander firmly. ‘I’m teaching you a lesson, boy. I’m teaching you to do as I say. If I want you to mess your diaper in public, you will mess your diaper in public. I decide, Julian.’

‘Y-yes, Daddy.’ Julian closed his eyes as a little more came out. This load was a little more solid, and he pushed, fisting his hands into his jacket and grunting softly. When he finally relaxed, he stood panting for several seconds. His face felt so hot, and he finally looked up at Alexander.

‘Now are you done?’

Julian nodded and swallowed. ‘Yes, Daddy.’

‘Good boy,’ said Alexander again. ‘Let’s find somewhere to change you.’

‘Can we just go home?’ Julian asked. ‘Please?’

‘Why?’

Julian bit his lip, then looked up at met Alexander’s gaze. ‘Because I need you to fuck me. Really hard. And come inside me, or on me.’

Alexander’s smile widened. ‘Let’s go to the car, then.’

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Chapter 4.

 

The following few weeks brought a lot of changes, and by the time December rolled in and Julian’s first semester had nearly ended, his room had been utterly transformed. He now slept in something like a crib of the sort a toddler might sleep in, but made to fit an adult. There was a high chair in his room, where he sometimes ate. The room had been repainted in soft blues and greens, with a border of dinosaurs around the top trim. He had a dollhouse, a train set, and a giant stuffed unicorn. And the room had a sofa that could be turned into a changing table—a modified futon.

Additionally, Alexander had bought him a lot of new clothes. He had some new onesies and pyjamas, two pairs of short dungarees, and several cute t-shirts to wear with them.

Julian now felt perfectly comfortable messing his diaper in front of Alexander, who loved watching him do it. Alexander often did his work on his laptop in Julian’s room, so he could watch him play with his new toys and keep an eye on his diaper habits, because even though he’d promised to do so, Julian didn’t always come to Alexander straight away when he needed to be changed. In fact, on more than one occasion, he had ‘forgotten’ because he was so engrossed in his games, and had stayed in his messy diaper for over an hour before Alexander came in and noticed the smell.

This Friday afternoon, Julian was on the floor playing with his train set, while Alexander sat on the sofa, working. Sighing happily, Julian wet his diaper. Then he raised his bottom off the floor and farted. He realised as he did that he needed to mess, and so he pushed, grunting. Alexander looked at him over his laptop. It was a big poop and Julian had to push hard, groaning with the strain. He panted.

‘Wow, good boy,’ said Alexander. ‘That must have been a big one.’

Julian nodded. He took a moment to feel. ‘Not done yet,’ he said.

‘No?’

‘No. Ugh!’ He pushed hard, but it was stuck. ‘It’s not coming.’

‘Hm. Are you a little constipated?’

‘Maybe.’ Julian tried again, then shook his head. ‘It’s no good.’

‘Well, we can wait a little. I’ll change you in the meantime.’

‘Can . . .’ Julian paused, hesitating.

‘What is it?’ his Daddy asked.

‘Can I keep it on?’

‘Why?’

‘’Cause . . . ’cause it’s a waste, right? If I’m gonna mess more soon, I may as well—’

‘That’s not the real reason,’ said Alexander, ‘is it?’

‘Yes it is!’ said Julian, blushing.

‘Tell the truth, boy. I won’t have you lying to me.’

‘I’m not!’ Julian wet his lips.

‘All right, have it your way. But I know you’re lying, so we’re changing your diaper now and you’re getting a spanking.’

‘No, wait!’ Julian said quickly.

‘Ready to tell the truth?’

Julian looked down at the floor. ‘I . . . I wanna sit in it for a bit.’

‘That what you do when you don’t tell me you need changing?’

‘Sometimes,’ Julian mumbled. ‘Sometimes I’m just distracted.’

Alexander sighed. ‘Well, thank you for telling me the truth. You may keep it on for an hour at most. If you haven’t finished by then, we’re taking it off and I’m giving you a suppository. And you’re still getting that spanking. You lied at first, even if you told me the truth after.’

Julian nodded, eyes still cast down. ‘Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.’ Slowly, he sat his butt down again. The mess was pretty firm, and it pressed against his asshole. Julian drew a sharp breath of air and felt his cunt get wet. He rocked a little back and forth.

‘What are you doing?’ Alexander asked.

‘Nothing. Getting comfy.’

‘Hmm. All right.’

Julian kept playing, and after half an hour, he managed to push out a little more, but there was still some left and he told Alexander as much.

‘Right.’ Alexander put away his laptop. ‘I’m giving you a suppository. Stay here.’ He left the room.

Julian rocked back and forth, the poop still pressing against his hole. He rubbed his front through the diaper, oblivious to the door opening and Alexander coming back inside, until the older man cleared his throat. ‘What are you doing, boy?’

Julian blushed. ‘I . . . it felt good.’

‘Were you going to get off without me?’ Alexander asked silkily.

‘I . . . I dunno . . .’ Julian looked away.

‘Hmm.’ Alexander went over to the sofa and pulled it out into a changing table. ‘Come here.’

Julian did as he was told. Alexander opened and pulled up his onesie and had him lie on the table. He removed the soiled diaper and cleaned Julian up. Then he got out the packet of suppositories. He unwrapped one and covered the tip in lube before inserting it. ‘There. Now turn over on hands and knees,’ he instructed. ‘I owe you a spanking for lying to me. And I have a new rule, which has been unwritten so far: you are not to get off without my permission.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian. He got on his hands and knees, and Alexander smacked his bottom with an open palm. ‘Ah!’

‘I’d like you to count for me,’ said Alexander. ‘Think you can do that?’

‘Yes.’ Julian swallowed. ‘One.’ Alexander hit him again. ‘Ow! Two . . . three . . . f-four . . . ah! Five!’ He kept counting, stuttering more and more. Soon, he was sobbing them out. ‘F-fifteen . . . Ow! Please, Daddy, stop! Six-sixteen! No, please . . . S-s-seventeen . . . Ah! Eighteen! N-n-nineteen . . . Daddy, please! T-twenty!’

‘Good boy,’ said Alexander. ‘You did very well. Now, let’s get a clean diaper on you.’

Julian’s cunt was dripping wet, but his Daddy completely ignored it while he put on the fresh diaper. No sooner was it on than Julian wet himself. Alexander noticed. ‘Really?’

‘Well . . . I had to pee . . . and it’ll be messy soon anyway.’ Julian blushed.

‘I suppose you’re right.’ Alexander smiled and, as soon as Julian had gotten up, set the sofa back and sat down. ‘Come sit in my lap, baby.’ Julian picked up his pacifier that lay on the table next to the sofa, popping it into his mouth, went to Alexander and sat down sideways, leaning into his warm chest. ‘How are you feeling?’ Alexander asked. ‘Honest answer, please.’

Julian wet his lips. ‘Horny,’ he confessed.

‘I thought you might be. Feeling a little desperate?’ Julian nodded. ‘Well, if you’re a very good boy I’ll fuck you later.’ Julian whimpered a little at the prospect. ‘But for now, if you ask nicely, I might let you play.’

‘Please, Daddy,’ said Julian at once.

‘Please what?’

‘Please may I play?’

‘Hm, all right, then. Stand up for a minute.’ Julian did as he was told and Alexander shifted so he sat fully against the backrest. He spread his legs a little. ‘Straddle my thigh, Julian.’ Julian did. ‘You’ll have to do all the work yourself,’ said Alexander.

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian obediently, and he began to slowly grind against Alexander’s thick, muscular thigh. ‘Mm!’ It felt really good. Julian steadied himself by putting his hands on Alexander’s shoulders. His Daddy slid his own hands around Julian’s waist. He didn’t help him move, but his touch still served to make Julian feel even more turned on, and he moved faster. His damp diaper and the feel of Alexander’s thigh between his legs made his heart race as he humped it in earnest, each movement forward causing a sigh or pant or moan to escape him. ‘Ah . . . Daddy, feels . . . Oh! Feels so . . . good . . .’

‘Yeah?’

‘Y-yeah . . . Oh, God . . .’ Julian sucked his pacifier hard.

‘Feels good to hump Daddy’s leg?’

‘Yeah . . . Ah . . .’

‘Are you gonna come on my thigh, Julian?’

‘I . . . Ah! Yes, Daddy . . . Ugh!’ Julian’s pacifier fell out of his mouth onto the sofa next to him. He put his arms around Alexander’s neck, burying his hot face in his shoulder as he moved his hips faster and faster. ‘I’m . . . I’m gonna c-come!’

‘That’s it, boy. Come in your diaper for me, hm?’

‘Ah! Oh God! I’m coming! Ugh . . .’ Julian shivered and cried out as he came. He kept humping.

‘Greedy boy,’ said Alexander. ‘Still not satisfied?’

Julian shook his head, panting against Alexander’s shoulder. ‘No . . . want more . . . Please, Daddy, may I?’

‘Hm, you may. Just for asking so nicely.’ Alexander put his arms around Julian and pulled him closer. ‘You’ll suck my cock later as thanks.’

The thought made Julian feel even hotter and he nodded. ‘Yes, Daddy . . .’ Then he picked up the pace again. He went at it for a good ten minutes before he came again with a long moan. As he did, he farted loudly. Julian stopped moving, flushing deep scarlet. ‘Oops . . .’

Alexander laughed. ‘Seems the suppository’s worked. Come on.’ He shifted a little and manoeuvred Julian so he was half sitting, half lying on his lap like a child. Alexander’s legs were slightly spread so Julian’s butt hung free between them. Alexander picked up the pacifier from where it had falled and popped it into Julian’s mouth. ‘There you go, boy.’ He snuggled Julian close. ‘Are you comfortable?’ Julian nodded, sucking his pacifier happily. ‘Good. You can mess whenever you want, baby.’

Julian’s stomach rumbled and he farted again. He wouldn’t have much choice, really. Still, he pushed. ‘Ugh!’ It came rushing out of him, filling his diaper. It wasn’t a huge mess; after all, he’d managed to get most of it out before. But it was wet and squishy and hot, and he felt it spread across his butt cheeks. He pushed again, making sure it was all out.

‘Good boy,’ Alexander purred. ‘You all done?’

Julian nodded. ‘Yes, Daddy,’ he said around his pacifier.

‘Then let’s get you changed.’ Alexander helped Julian stand. Julian’s legs were a little shaky. He was very turned on still, even more so for having messed. Alexander pulled out the changing table again and then went about taking off Julian’s diaper and cleaning him up. ‘Hm, I think you should get in the shower to make sure this is all clean. Then come back out here. I want you to ride my cock.’

‘Yes, Daddy,’ said Julian enthusiastically. He went into the bathroom and showered off quickly. When he returned, Alexander was naked and holding a butt plug.

‘Hands and knees on the bed, boy.’ Julian did as he was told. ‘Thought we’d best plug you up, just in case you’re not completely empty. Don’t want you messing in my lap, now, do we?’

‘No, Daddy,’ said Julian. He felt the slippery tip of the plug against his hole and relaxed as Alexander inserted it. It made him even wetter. When it was all the way in, Alexander sat on the sofa again.

‘Now,’ he said, stroking his big, hard cock, ‘sit on Daddy’s lap again.’

Julian went to him and straddled his lap. Slowly, he lowered himself onto that cock, whining pathetically.

‘You like my cock, baby boy?’

‘Mhm . . .’ Julian still had his pacifier and sucked on it hard.

‘You’ve been using your pacifier more lately,’ Alexander remarked, sounding remarkably calm given that he was now balls-deep in wet, tight cunt. ‘Any particular reason?’

Julian shook his head. ‘I just like it.’

Alexander nodded slowly. ‘Makes you feel more little?’ Julian nodded. ‘You’re a good little boy. Now, start moving.’

Julian did. He rocked back and forth for a little bit. Alexander’s big cock combined with the plug in his ass felt almost overwhelming. He knew he’d come very quickly this way. He raised himself up a little and pushed back down. ‘Ah . . .’

Alexander gripped his hips hard. ‘That’s it. A little faster, now.’

Soon, Julian was riding him, moaning and groaning around his pacifier. He arched his back as he came, then kept riding. A few minutes later, he came again. How was he this horny today? It had been a while since he’d come multiple times like this. But then, his relationship with Alexander was anything but ordinary. He loved the way his Daddy made him feel.

Suddenly, Alexander grasped him tightly and stood up, one arm around his upper back and the other holding up his thigh and ass. Julian yelped, wrapping his legs around Alexander’s waist. Alexander carried him over to the bed and laid him down on his back. He grabbed Julian’s wrists and pressed them down into the mattress. Then he began to fuck him, hard and fast. Julian threw his head back and moaned, the pacifier falling out of his mouth again. ‘Daddy!’

‘Good boy, Julian,’ said Alexander hoarsely. ‘That’s my good boy.’

Not really knowing what he was saying, Julian cried out, ‘Daddy, I love you!’

Alexander slowed, staring down at him. Then he crashed their lips together, sticking his tongue inside Julian’s mouth. They only kissed this way rarely. Most of the time, it didn’t seem appropriate with their roleplay. But now, Alexander groaned into Julian’s mouth, fucking him even harder, if that were even possible. With a grunt, he broke the kiss and halted his movements for a moment. Julian felt him pulse inside him as he came, filling him with his cum with a few more thrusts. Finally he came to a complete stop, collapsing on Julian’s chest.

Alexander was sweaty, his hair clinging to his forehead. Julian put his arms around him. Then it occurred to him what he’d said, and he suddenly sobbed.

Alexander raised himself up with his arms and looked down at Julian with some concerned. ‘Are you okay, boy?’

Julian nodded. ‘I’m . . . I’m f-fine. Just . . .’

‘A little overwhelmed again?’

‘Y-yeah . . .’

Alexander pulled out. He left Julian on the bed and went to get a clean diaper before returning to his side. While Julian cried, Alexander got the diaper in under him and pulled out the plug. ‘Good, it’s all clean.’ He put the diaper on Julian, then sat down on the bedside and ran his fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. ‘Did you mean it?’ he asked after a moment, once Julian’s sobs had mostly ceased.

Julian met his eyes. He didn’t have to ask what Alexander was referring to. ‘I . . . yes.’

Alexander leaned down and kissed Julian’s forehead. ‘I love you too, boy.’

Julian’s tears started anew, and Alexander pulled him up into a sitting position so he could hold him and rock him. ‘Shh . . . It’s okay, baby. You’re a good boy. I’m so happy you love me. I’m so happy you’re in my life. There, there.’

‘I . . . I didn’t know . . . I didn’t realise . . .’

‘I know. But I did. I already knew you loved me, boy. I was just waiting for you to say it.’

Once Julian had calmed again, Alexander stood up and found him a clean onesie. ‘Let’s put this on you and you can take a nap. I’ll go make us some dinner. Okay?’

Julian nodded. ‘Okay.’

He let Alexander dress him and tuck him in. When he stood up to leave, Julian said, ‘Daddy?’

‘Yes, Julian?’

‘Would . . . would you kiss me more often? On the mouth?’

Alexander smiled. ‘Of course. If that’s what you want. I want you to feel secure in our relationship.’ He leaned down and kissed Julian’s lips again, more chastely this time. ‘Now, go to sleep. I’ll wake you in an hour or so.’

Julian picked up his pacifier again and put it in his mouth. Then he rolled over on his side and was asleep within seconds.

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