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Off the Road and Into the Woods – Ch. 10 (Tier 2+)
🕑 Added 2023-04-30 23:00:02 +0000 UTCThey were here – at long last!
Hannah heaved a lusty sigh, surveying the untidy heap of strange new items before her. Empty cardboard boxes lay at one side of the little living room, their brown paper packing spilling carelessly out from where she'd rooted out each parcel's contents. Contents, that is, which were now ranged across the table before her. Very interesting contents indeed: pastel clothing and leathery straps and rubbery devices that would have left the ordinary person scratching their head in confusion, or raising their eyebrows in disgust.
Like this pair of mittens, for instance.
She took one up now, her face a study of interested puzzlement. Hmm, these straps. How did they work, exactly? The hand slipped in there, of course – but it was far too short and wide a mitten for any adult hand. Oh, but of course! The hands weren't meant to be relaxed and open, were they? Of course not. These mittens were meant to enclose fists: bunched up tightly, fingers curled helplessly together, the entire hand swaddled in this thick, abrasion-resistant material that would surely prevent even the most energetic fellow from using his troublesome hands for… well, for anything.
Including masturbation.
A giggle escaped her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken with motherly anticipation. Her darling Will was about to become more helpless and controllable than ever, wasn't he? And about time, too. He was already well under her control, of course – and he was no longer struggling quite like he did at first. But even though he was now pliant enough to simply flop dejectedly back onto the bed when she ordered him to… even though he would and did let her remove the soggy bulk of his saturated diaper… she could still see the spark of disgust and resentment in his eyes. And it was this resentment that reminded her that deep inside, her dear Will was still far too independent and rebellious for his own good.
"Will, baby," she called not five minutes later, approaching the bedroom door with a heap of her new toys tangled in her arms. "I've got a surprise for you!" Click went the lock, and open swung the door, and even as the half-naked, diaper-clad Will scrambled forward, she'd dropped her load to the ground and pushed the locking door quickly shut before he could reach it.
"Oh, baby – when are you ever going to learn that Mommy doesn't want you wandering off?", she smirked, her hands tightening in his tousled hair and tugging his dejected face up to gaze into hers. "Come on, honey – let's see what new presents came for you today!"
"What? No, please- Please, I don't want…" Will faltered, his eyes falling as she reached down behind his back to untie his still-bound hands. He wriggled them distastefully, his face skeptical as she picked up the first of the two locking mittens. "Oh, but these will be ever so much more comfortable than tape, honey!" she bubbled, seizing his right hand before he could jerk it away. "Here, let's get these on you…"
"I really don't need stupid mittens!" he muttered, when she'd finished her work and his fists hung in shapeless balls within. "Oh, but you do," she contradicted, pushing him onto his back and flourishing the thick canvas of the locking diaper pants before his eyes. "Remember how naughty you've been lately? How badly you've been trying to touch yourself? And how horny you were earlier this morning?"
He flushed at her words, the memory of her latest ministrations fresh in his mind. God, it was almost insane – the crazy amount of arousal he felt now through every hour of the day. He'd wakened this morning just as he had the day before: with a raging hard-on and an achingly full bladder. He'd twisted and ground his thickly padded hips into the bed in mounting frustration… that is, until the door had clicked open. And how Hannah had giggled at the sight! How she'd turned him over, and thrust the morning bottle into his mouth… then teasingly urged him on, massaging his diapered groin and forcing him into shuddering orgasm even as he suckled and unwillingly gulped down every drop she pressed into his mouth…
Enough of that. He blinked back to the present, suddenly aware of the tightening of straps around his waist and crotch. "Wait- no! What is this?! No, get this off! I- You can't-"
His voice all sounded strong and manly enough: that is, until the bulb of a giant, pacifier-like gag forced its way between his lips and turned his every protest into a string of senseless, querulous babble. And of course, he struggled – as he had these days past. But deep down he knew he hadn't a chance, just as she knew she would win. And so the two struggled and moaned, and giggled and teased, respectively…
Until Hannah was done, smiling down at her handiwork with an irrationally wide grin on her pretty face. And the handiwork – Will – burbled helplessly up at her in impotent rage: his mitten-locked fists waving erratically in the air above him… the giant pacifier gag concealing his lips and bulging out his cheeks… the thick bulge of his canvas and chain-bound diaper swelling within the locking sleeper that now encased his entire body from neck to feet.
"You look so precious, honey!" Hannah beamed, giggling as he struggled his way onto his hands and knees before her. "Now, something tells me that you're not going to run off anymore, isn't that right? Not when Mommy is the one with the keys to all these new toys." She ducked her head, pulling the chain down over her dirty blonde hair and settling the multiple little keys deep into her cleavage. "So come on, honey – let's take you out into the living room! Mommy will have another bottle for you before you know it. Come along, dear. Just waddle along for me. You need to learn to relax and just enjoy being my sweet little boy…"
Well, shit. Poor Will may have finally gotten his wish of being set free from that prison-like room. But these tight straps and fabric and miniature locks all whispered that he was in deep trouble now – quite possibly deeper than he'd ever been before.
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Though… maybe it wasn't entirely bad?
It was late evening now. He gulped in silence, his mouth sore from the unaccustomed bulk of the giant pacifier gag still strapped tightly within. Eyes flicked upward – forward. Following the sway and lilt of Hannah's naked body before him. Trundling obediently along here on the floor, staring in mingled frustration, fear, and longing at his beautiful, psychotic fiancée who had forced him into such a degrading situation.
"Come on, baby!" she called now, and as she turned and revealed the full glory of her naked self, he felt his poor aching cock twitch within its bulging, cottony prison. "Here, I know you've been missing sleeping with me, haven't you? Don't worry – there's always room for a good little boy in my bed. A good, obedient boy, who does exactly what Mommy says…"
Oh, god. This baby and Mommy talk again? It was getting damned old. And yet… what could he do about it? Literally nothing. Sure, he could whine and complain and tell her they were both freaking adults – but she'd just torment him more. Or on the other hand, he could play along yet again with her weird little games. At least that way, he'd get to enjoy whatever luscious delights she was willing to bestow upon his desperate, sex-crazed self.
And so Will let out a plaintive little whine of assent, crawling forward on all fours. He was still dressed in the tight confines of his new sleeper – fortunately with a clean and extra-thick diaper – so between his useless hands and the multiple locks securing the garments in place, he already knew that he would be completely dependent on Hannah for anything like sexual release tonight. But surely if he was good- if he obeyed- if he did exactly what Mommy said-
Fuck. Now even his brain was thinking the way she talked!
"Oh, baby, come here," she murmured, and into the bed he awkwardly scrambled, guided by her bare arms and indulgent smile. "I've got a lovely little spot for you, right here beside Mommy. And look!", she beamed maternally, holding up what appeared to be a sky-blue stuffed teddy bear. "I even got you a little toy bear today! See, it matches those pretty mittens on your hands, doesn't it? Go on, cuddle him close, baby…"
Which he did – after a moment of grudging resistance. Feeling like an idiot, of course. Yet, deep down he couldn't quite deny how strangely good it felt to hug the soft thing close… to hold it tight between his shapeless clenched fists, locked within their confining mittens…
"Aww, you're such a sweet little boy for me," she breathed, and now she was lying beside him in all her provocative beauty. Stark naked. Freshly washed, her arms and legs and even her womanhood newly shaven. Her womanly scent flooding his nose and setting his aching cock twitching vainly for release. Her bare breasts – somehow looking fuller and more heavy than ever, their areolas dark and prominent – filling his vision. And best of all: as her fingers stroked softly across his cheek, slipping seductively beneath the leather strap holding the gag within, he caught a note of sincere longing in her voice.
"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, and he blinked at the sensation of the gag strap loosening around his jaw. "I know how much little baby boys love their pacis, and how important it is to keep you happy and quiet. But see, Mommy has something even better for you to nurse on…" The bulb slipped free in a wet, slobbery burst, and Will gulped, shivering as her finger now ran along his spittle-covered lips and slipped within, invading his mouth and reminding him that she could fill it whenever and however she liked. "Be a good baby and open up for Mommy's boobies, okay? I know just how much you love sucking on Mommy…"
Why was his mouth opening yet again? Why has he blindly obeying, rather than wailing and screaming for help? Why was it that his entire being shivered and thrilled with pleasure as his lips slid wetly closed around her left breast, his very being seeming to cry out for her… her…
Whatever. Lots of guys liked sucking their girls' boobs, his rationalizing adult mind finally admitted. And so, he let his eyes slide closed. Let the quiet little moans and slurping sounds escape him unheeded. Let the entire world and this appalling nonsense fade away in a flood of delightful sensations…
"Good baby," she was encouraging, and once his senses had gathered themselves again, he could feel her insistent stroking against the thick, multi-layered bondage surrounding his needy cock. "Oh, you're such a good baby for me! You love your Mommy so much… you love your diapers so much, too! Aww, and I bet you even love being all wrapped up for me, don't you? See, doesn't it feel so nice to be so helpless? So dependent on your Mommy to feed you… and change you… and pleasure you…"
Grunt. Suckle. Smack. Hhhnnnnnn…
"Go on, honey. You know you can't help it. You know Mommy is in charge. Just let all those adult thoughts go away. Let Mommy feed you… touch you… help you make stickies in your pampers. Mommy knows best, baby…"
Did she? Didn't she? Will was no longer sure, but neither did he care right now. All that mattered was this lovely feeling of being so close… so pleasured… so achingly, tremblingly close to orgasm. He just needed to suck a bit more, thrust a bit more against her hand, whine a little louder…
While above him, Hannah merely smiled a bit wider, thrilling to the sight of her darling Will so delightfully needy for her. Such a good little baby he was becoming! Her maternal dreams were coming true at last. All she needed was more time here in solitude: just her and Will, alone in their woodsy isolation, becoming closer and more dependent than ever before…
(To be continued!)
Comments
Paul Bennett
Poor Will! Great read for us, but for poor Will I fear will soon find himself unable to escape Hannah' clutches no matter how things turn out for him.
