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February 14, 2023: My Cucky Valentine 1 + 2
🕑 Added 2023-02-15 01:28:34 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! This is a continuation of a story I started last Valentine's day. I've already written nine pages, and here are the first 6! Let me know what you think!
I smiled as I heard the jingle of keys in the door. I had been sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying the thick comfort of my special crinkly underwear under my jeans. My little naughty guilty pleasure. I blushed to myself as I jumped up on the couch and crinkled over to my boyfriend, David.
"Hey, sweetie! Welcome home! Happy Valentine's day!" I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him. No way he'd notice. I wasn't even worried about it.
"Hey, there, sweetie. Happy Valentine's day," David's hand came down and cupped my ass. My eyes went wide. I froze. A few seconds passed, but he didn't say anything. "Mmm... I can't wait for dinner tonight."
"Oh, me neither," I said, letting out a breath, backing up, and willing my beating heart to slow down. "It's been too long since we've eaten out."
David gave me an odd look, then a little lopsided smile. "Yes, I guess it has, hasn't it?"
"Well, how long til we go?" I asked, keeping my hands in front of me to cover up my diaper bulge. Now I really was self-conscious.
"Well... we'll go in about half an hour."
"Well, I'd better get ready then," I said.
"Oh, seems like you're pretty well prepared already," he replied with a smirk. I coughed nervously and scooted off to the bedroom. That was a close one. This increasing game of brinksmanship - being more and more brazen about my diapers while still staying silent about it - it had to come to a head sometime. Was David really that oblivious, or was he just staying quiet about it?
I fumbled through my drawer looking for my regular underwear to wear to dinner. Damnit. Had I run out already? Looks like I'd have to go commando....
"Hey, buddy," said David from the doorway, nearly making me jump.
"Oh! Christ! Dav-OWWWWW!" I whirled around to face him, slamming the drawer squarely on my fingers.
"Ohhh... poor baby" he said, sitting beside me as I sat down on the bed, taking my hand, and kissing it.
"Ahhh... owww.... W-what are you doing?" I asked.
"Just kissing your boo-boo and making it better."
"You're making fun of me!" I whined. "It really hurrrrts!"
"Awww, guess you can't come to dinner then," said David.
"Hold on. That's not fair!" I said, pouting. "Stop teasing me..."
"I'm not teasing you, buddy," said my boyfriend, "I-"
*DING-DONG*
The doorbell rang.
"Who is that? Don't tell me you ordered pizza," I said, looking at David like he had taken away my candy.
"Oh, no, not at all, bud. Come on, let's go see who it is."
"But I'm getting read-" David pulled me out of the bedroom before I even finished my sentence.
When he opened the door, there were two men standing there.
"Chris! Matthew! Come on in! We were just getting ready."
"Uh, hi," I said, waving awkwardly. Then I looked at David. "A double date?"
"Not exactly," he said, taking a slim, sporty looking guy by the hand. "Chris and I are going out... You're staying here with Matt."
"Huh?"
"We'll have lots of fun, buddy," said Matt. He was a large man with a wrestler's build, and a big pastel bag slung over his shoulder. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was a...
"Hold on. You're getting me a babysitter?!" I asked, realizing that Matt was indeed holding a diaper bag. "What is this?"
"I don't know, buddy, you tell me," said David, winking at Matt and nodding over to me before turning to Chris and running his hand over the lapels of his sportcoat. I was shocked.
"Hey! You can't..."
"Okay, little buddy," said Matt, completely blocking my view of my boyfriend and his 'date' as he sidled up to me and unzipping the front of my pants. "Let's get those big boy pants off of you. The new rule is no pants in the house for cucks..."
"For c-c-?!" the word caught in my mouth like ash as he yanked down my pants to reveal my cute 1 2 3 A B C Gator diapers. I had hoped to be exposed when Daddy finally noticed my diapers, but not like this.
"Aww," said Matt," looking up at my blushing face. "They're adorable! The perfect diaper for a little cucky like you."
"Now hold on just a- D-D-David!!!" I called out, as Matt began taking off my shirt.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what's happening," called Daddy, standing at the open doorway. "This is what you wanted, right?"
It was easy to see him once Matt had me on my back, and was crouched down, pulling off my pants and socks. I could see my boyfriend holding up a silver key, making sure I noticed. Now it was time to panic.
"Wait! W-where did you find that?" David just chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"I found it weeks ago, little man. I know you've been experimenting with chastity on your own, and that you're wearing it right now. I know that this is the night that you would normally take it off and jack off into your diapers. I know you've been waiting for me to discover what a little diaper baby you really are. Well, happy Valentine's day, cuck! I'm going to go out and have some fun with a real man. Probably toss this key out somewhere along the way! But if you're good for the babysitter, I may just let you watch when we come back after dinner. Have a good time, little cuck!"
I whimpered, my stomach dropping and my cock straining against my cage as I watched my boyfriend leave with his date, commenting that the place he reserved didn't allow 'babies' anyway. He really took it... he really took the key...
"Let's get you some dinner, huh? We can have our own fun night. Some strained peas, prunes, and a few episodes of Blarney or Telly Tubblers before bedtime. What could be better for a diapercuck like you?"
I looked at this grinning man and I began to sweat. What had I gotten myself into?
"Aww, the little one's shy. Well, no worries, cutie. Let's do something to break the ice. Look, I've brought toys!"
He pulled out a soft ducky patterned blanket from his bag and then dumped the contents onto the blanket. I was shocked at what I saw. A big pacifier. A bottle. Soft pastel mitts and booties. Toy blocks with naughty designs on them. A puffy book and a bib. Those were the first things I noticed. Before I could even react, he grabbed up the mitts and booties and grabbed a hold of my wrist.
"Why don't we try these on you, huh? I think it'll help..."
The big man had the first mit on me and was already buckling it before I could react.
"Hey! No! What are you doing?" I said, trying to push him away. It was like pushing against a brick wall.
"Ah, ah, ah," he said, grabbing my other hand and easily sliding the second mitt on and buckling it. "You heard your Daddy. You be good for the babysitter or you'll be in trouble."
"D-d-daddy?!" I asked, growing even more flustered. I loved how he was talking down to me, but this was all so sudden and I didn't know if I was ready.
While I was trying to wrap my head around what he just said, Matt put both booties on my feet and closed the ankle straps with a click.
"There we go! Much better!" he said, sitting back, satisfied. I looked down at my hands. They were useless now, and I couldn't get them off. The buckles seemed stuck somehow.
"They're magnetically locked, and only I have the key, buddy. There's no way you're getting out of those, so just forget about it. Why not just sit on the blankie and we can play with some fun toys instead?"
I took on the most intimidating expression I could muster while in nothing but a diaper and rose to my feet. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my soles and went right back down onto my butt.
"Owww! What the heck?!"
"Spiked booties, baby boy. You'll be wearing those a lot, until you learn that babies don't walk. It usually takes a while to train someone out of walking."
"What? J-just who are you?" I asked, getting onto my hands and knees and looking at him.
"Just think of me as your personal trainer, kiddo," he said with a smile. "I'm going to train you to be the perfect baby cuck. And no worries, no matter how much you fuss, I'll always be big enough to make sure you're good, so you're going to do great!"
"But I-"
"No more complaining, buddy boy, or that pacifier is going into your mouth and staying there. Now come on. Let's play with your blocks!"
"But-"
The next thing I knew, he had shoved the huge pacifier into my mouth and was strapping it around my head. I tried to protest, but the bulb filled my mouth so completely that nothing I said was the least bit intelligible.
"There we go. Much better. Now, you'll be a good boy, right? I don't want to have to call Daddy on your first day being babysat!"
I pouted. I didn't want that either. How the heck had my boyfriend found out about my secret desires, and why the heck was this turning me on so much? The chastity cage was painfully digging into my pee pee as it fought to expand in its confines, but with nowhere to go, it was just stuck there, throbbing, and causing a great deal of whimpering and wincing on my end.
"Aww, I know what the problem is. Your little pee pee wants to get out, doesn't it? Well, maybe it can if you're very, very good." he gave me a wink. "I know, let's get your mind off of it with some games. Here, I want you to place these blocks in the correct order. Why not try it out?"
He set a pile of wooden blocks in front of me. They had letters and numbers on some sides, and pictures on the other. I felt silly picking one up and looking, but if it would distract me enough for my hardon to go down, I was willing to try.
"Very good! That one has a 1 on it! That's the first block. Go ahead and see what that spells." I looked at the block. It had a black one, and on another side a teddy with a rubber ballgag in its mouth. The letter I was on the opposite side so I set that down facing up. The second block was green and had a 2, a baby otter with his diapered tush in the air, and an M. The third was pink with an A and a smiling person in a maid outfit exposing their huge diaper and smiling. I blushed as I realized they looked kind of like me. I was through almost all the blocks, blushing at some of the more suggestive art when I finally came to the last one, which had the letter K.
"And what does that spell, baby boy?" asked Matt, with an extra big grin.
I pointed slowly to each block, unable to speak around the pacifier..
I M A G O O D C U C K
My eyes went wide. It spelled I'm a good cuck! The moment I read it, my cage problem was instantly back and I buried my face in my mitts.
"Goood little cucky," said Matt, patting my diapered butt. "Now hold on while I check you."
I gasped as two fingers slid inside the waistband of my diaper and tickled my balls. I let out a little moan, because it felt so good, but it was a frustrating tease. I was still securely caged with no chance of release. Matt quickly sat me forward and pulled open the back of my diaper to check for poopies, as he said, and announced that I was only wet. I couldn't believe that I was being diaper checked by this guy.
"How long have you been in this diaper, mister? You're pretty darn soggy."
I blushed. I put it on that morning, so of course it was soggy. I had been planning to change out of it discreetly when David got home. I wanted to explain myself, but I couldn't talk with the pacifier in the way, so it was up to Matt to draw his own conclusions, and blushy ones at that.
"I see. You probably don't know, do you? You probably soak your diapers so fast your daddy can't keep up, huh?"
I nodded my head yes to tell him I did know when I wet it, but of course he took it another way.
"Oh, so you did soak your diapers super fast. Okay, super soaker, don't worry. It sounds like you just need to drink lots and wear thicker diapers. I have just the thing."
I smacked my forehead with my mitts in frustration. Meanwhile, Matt unzipped another pocket of his diaper bag and pulled out a humongously thick pink and red diaper with hearts all over it. My heart was pounding. Those were going to go on me. I was actually going to get a real diaper change from someone else!
