baby-boy-ben - Tumblr blog

baby-boy-ben · 13 hours

Photo

Daddy knew you wanted a release, but he also knew you needed one. Even after your retraining and baby treatment, baby boys like you kept their adult urges. It’s only natural that a boy like you, once a man, needed to have a release. Daddy had forbidden you to touch yourself or even your diaper and it didn’t take long for the pressure to build up inside of you. You became easily upset, agitated, and pouty. Daddy knew that if he wanted to keep you as his boy, he needed to make you a happy boy.

He won’t have sex with you, how could he, he’s a man, and you are clearly not. He won’t give you permission to masturbate, it’s an adult activity, not suitable for your age. He needed a plan, a good one, a plan that will bind you to your diapers and baby treatment. There was a time he saw you playing in your big playpen with your stuffed animals. You played with a teddy bear that you seemed to like more than the other ones laying around.

Like any other afternoon, daddy put you in your crib for a nap, but this time a giant teddy bear was waiting for you in it. It looked exactly like your favorite teddy bear, but much bigger. It made you so happy to see your friend that big.

“Awww. Is my little guy happy to see his friend in his crib? Teddy is not here by coincidence, daddy brought him for a reason. Lately, I’ve noticed you needed some kind of… interaction. So I thought to myself, my boy needed to have fun with his favorite friend in his most comfortable place, his crib.”

You looked at daddy, he was standing over the rails as he kept on talking.

“I checked your diaper, you are wet, but it’s okay because a wet diaper is a wonderful diaper. A wonderful diaper can feel so good while hugging your new big friend. He is so huggable, try it my boy” daddy ordered you with a hand wave.

Daddy got you excited, he finally talked about letting you have it. You crawled in the crib to the giant bear as the wet diaper grinded against your semi-hard peepee. You’ve reached him and wrapped your hands around him. His soft fur rubbed against your naked skin. It felt so good, so comforting. You were a man once, you had sex, you knew the moves. Your mind was racing, Are you a baby? Are you a man? Are you having sex or are you just having fun with your new stuffed animal? You held the bear closer and pressed your wet diaper against him. It felt so good, oh it felt so good. Finally, after so long, you’re gonna cum- In a wet diaper, humping against a giant stuffed animal, while your daddy watches you over your crib’s rails.

————————————————— Boys like @bilbng86 have urges too.

2K notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 16 days

Text

The floor is your place. The floor is where you spend most of your time. It’s where you play, watch TV, drink from your bottle, getting changed. It’s where you crawl around the house, getting to where you need to be.

“Being on the sofa is a risk,” Daddy says. Nobody knows if and when you’re going to soak your diaper and maybe leak. It’s better to leave the baby on the floor most of the time unless Daddy is in the mood for a cuddle.

From the floor, you got used to looking up. From the floor, you got used to men looking down at you. This is the relationship you are having with adults now. You are looking up to them, they are looking down at you.

Sometimes an adult will bend down, lowering themselves to your level. But it will always be when they will be treating you in a babyish voice. On the floor, there are only babies. On the floor, there is you.

------------------------------

@putbackinnappies has a new point of view.

639 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 24 days

Text

Sticky Pants - Part A

When someone sees you, he may think you started to wear diapers because you wet yourself. Now it may be true, but it’s not why you started. It’s not why Daddy decided to make this translation for you, whether you liked it or not.

Daddy had enough of catching you touching yourself. When you were alone. When he was in the house and you were in another room. Even once when there were guests in the house and you forgot to lock the bathroom door. One gentleman only wanted to wash his hands after dinner and he had to watch you being naughty. Daddy had enough.

That gentleman told Daddy that from his experience, the best thing naughty boys need is to “Lock them up”, as you heard him telling Daddy that evening after the incident.

A week after, Daddy called you to come sit next to him. He explained he was done with your behavior. He took down your shorts and tighty whities, and with a swift motion locked your flaccid penis.

“I knew small was the right size.” he chuckled and fisted your shoulder.

You were shocked and red from embarrassment.

The chastity device, or as Daddy liked to call it, “Cage”, became your new reality. You were so horny but couldn’t do anything about it. You missed touching yourself so much. The frustration grew stronger every day. One morning you woke up to find out you had a wet dream. You panicked and threw away the underwear because you were afraid Daddy would find out. Since that morning, pre cum in your tighty whities was a regular thing. You couldn’t help it, it was just pouring out.

One evening the same gentleman who gave Daddy that horrible advice came to dinner again. When you sat in front of him, waves of shame and resentment were pulsing inside of you towards that man. You hated him for what he’d done to you. All those awful emotions were stirring up something inside of you and in your pants. You were throbbing in your cage. You couldn’t look at the man because when you did, your cage was closing on you even more. You asked to be excused from the table, which Daddy granted. When you were standing up, all of you were visible, including your gray sweatpants.

“Awwww did your boy have an accident?” the man smiled.

“What?” Daddy asked as he was coming back from the kitchen.

“We got a clear case of ‘Sticky Pants’” the man laughed and pointed.

“Come here!” Daddy raised his voice at you.

You walked towards him. He took your wrist in his hand and lifted it so you won’t hide what happened. With his other hand, he swatted your rear, like you were just a bad boy. All that, in front of that man.

“What am I gonna do with you? Huh?! What I’m going to do with him? I knew you were ruining your tighty whities for a while now, isn’t it right? Such a bad boy, and in front of our guest.” Daddy was mad.

“Well, There is a solution for keeping Sticky Pants dry.” the man said and winked at you.

“I’m listening…” Daddy said as he sat down in his chair, forcing you to sit on his lap when you were on the verge of crying.

461 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 2 months

Text

Daddy's Hands

Only when Daddy is touching you, you’ll feel something down there. You no longer think about touching yourself, getting your hand into your diaper, or humping it.

It seems so long since the last time you climaxed by yourself. Of course, it was a gradual and mental slide to where you are these days. From being naughty and jacking off to porn, to humping your diaper while watching cartoons, and now just being so submissive and letting Daddy do, what he needs to do, to relieve his boy.

Daddy’s hands are so strong. The grip is just right. He touches you better than you’ve ever touched yourself. You don’t have to do anything, just lay on your back while getting changed, and letting Daddy take care of you. All of your needs are being taken care of, you don’t have to do anything. Just be a good boy for him, and he’ll do the rest.

There was a time when you could satisfy yourself. Then he took that right, and you could only use your diaper. Then he took that right as well, and now you only needed him. You have no sexual rights left, they are in his hands now.

Daddy puts a pacifier in your mouth and gives you your teddy to hold before he opens your wet diaper for a change.

“Calm down now, Daddy is going to make it all better,” he says.

499 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 3 months

Text

“Stand up!” the man raised his voice at you.

You didn’t know this man very well. He was older than you, at least fifteen years older. He was a burly man. He had seen work, he was rough. His voice was rough, his face and hands as well. You felt his tough dry hands when he changed your diaper. Only the baby cream made his touch easier to bear. He used his body for work because he was powerful. You are a big guy and he handled you with ease, moving you around the changing mat. When he used his voice at you, you became humble.

“Stand up now I said. I texted Daddy how good of a boy you are, and he misses you and wants a picture,” he chuckled.

“God, Ron takes it way too easy on you. He turned you into his baby boy, but you are not well-behaved enough when adults ask you to do something.”

You looked at him, your face turned red. You knew this man from Daddy’s social gatherings at home. Of course, none of them knew about your special dynamics with Daddy, at least you thought so. Even when the man was at your place, it seemed he didn’t pay special attention to you, other than giving you the minimum courtesy. You figured out his name was Sam when earlier today Daddy said he was going to drop you off at his place, for him to babysit you. You were so embarrassed being left as a baby with some stranger, but even more so with someone who hadn’t shown even a slight interest in you. You tried to protest but you knew there was nothing more you could do, rather just sit in the back seat, while Daddy was driving you to your new babysitter.

“One,” Sam counted. “Two,” you stood up and your freshly changed diaper crinkled. “Move in front of the television, let Daddy see how much fun we’re having together.” He laughed.

*Click*

-----------------------------------------------

If you are interested in babysitting, you can find @diapered-247 here or on Diaper-Bois.com as 'dprboy4daddy'.

715 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 3 months

Text

Such a long day. It was such a long day.

You’ve built a huge, skyscraper building, sky-high, planning carefully where every piece should go. It wasn’t an easy challenge, but your building stood tall after a few attempts. Daddy was so proud of you seeing you playing with the new blocks he’d bought you.

So many important meetings. You had so much to say while your colleagues sat there and listened. You’ve talked and talked about your ideas and what every one of the participants should do next. It was so cute seeing you sorting your stuffed animals in front of you, doing some kind of a show in front of them. Daddy had to take make a video.

Daddy gave you a phone, a cell phone. It was white and big, and every press of a button made a different sound.

“Call Daddy,” he said and held his cell phone.

“Dada?” you asked into the plastic pretend phone, then holding it to your ear.

Daddy knows how to keep his baby boy active and engaged with activities, but all this action can take its toll on little boys. At 8 pm you became so sleepy, cuddling with daddy on the couch. He saw you were about to sleep and he got up to get your night bottle, but when he got back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep. Poor baby, Daddy is going to carry you to your crib for the night.

------------------------------------

@costaricanabdl fell asleep right there, in the blink of an eye.

428 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 4 months

Text

My Sweet Stubborn Baby Bryan

“Who asked you?” the man said, not really asking. “I sure didn’t, he sure didn’t,” as he pointed at the other guy, “then who?” “You heard us adults talking, and then you decided to interfere.” “But you were talking about me,” you whispered, maybe to yourself, fearing he would hear you.

“And? We were talking about you… AND?” he raised his voice. “Does it mean boys can intervene in adult conversations?” this time he paused.

“Mmmm,” you started to speak and he almost immediately cut you off with a “NO!”.

“Look at all these toys I put on the blanket for you. Aren’t they more interesting than us talking? What about these stupid kiddy shows you like so much? Boxed-shaped dumb dogs or whatever, isn’t it enough? Don’t you like it all?” this time he asked.

“I do Sir,” you nodded.

“You come here once a week, taking a fucking break from your life, right into my arms. I bathe you, diaper you, dress you in the cutest outfit there is, putting you on the floor like a giant toddler, allowing you to be the dumbest baby ever, to not have a single thought inside this head of yours. To forget everything, for a few hours. No responsibilities, or a few hours.” he caressed my head, slowly, fondly.

I pressed my cheek into his warm palm.

“Bryan, baby, my sweet stubborn baby Bryan. It’s okay, I understand,” he lowered himself into my line of sight, speaking softly. “You’re learning, it’s okay, every boy breaks down at his own pace. Look, you’re already wet. Now, take your pacifier dangling from your shirt, put it in your mouth, and be quiet while the adults are talking,” he said, stood up, and turned away.

You did as he said. You had a few hours more being a dumb baby. While you sucked on your pacifier, the talking voices became just noises. Your mind was clear again, even for a little while.

439 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 5 months

Text

What’s going on upstairs? What are those noises? Who was the man Daddy took there with him?

A few hours ago, Daddy changed your wet diaper to a thick night diaper, even though it was the beginning of an early evening. He sat you on the carpet in front of the television in the living room and turned the screen on to your favorite baby shows. Even months into this kink, you were sure Daddy implanted subliminal messages into them. You hadn’t had any other explanation for why you liked these shows so much. He brought a pacifier to your lips, you grow accustomed to sucking on it so much.

“Daddy is going to do some errands, I’ll be back soon. Be a good boy and watch your shows,” he said, patted your head, and left.

Maybe it was two hours, maybe it was five, you were trapped in those shows. They were fascinating. Your diaper was already wet, some drool was drying around the pacifier’s guard when Daddy opened the front door.

You heard voices. Not only Daddy’s but also someone else’s. Daddy came by your side and said “Daddy is going upstairs to his room, you stay here and continue to watch TV. Don’t worry, you are being such a good boy for Daddy.”

You eagerly sucked on your pacifier, watching the colorful characters on the screen, while hearing laughing voices going up the stairs. Your adult mind screamed, trying to warn you, but the screen was too powerful, it pulled you in. Adult thoughts were starting to surface in your mind, and for some reason, your pacifier fell from your mouth. The mental connection to the TV stopped, and you were fully aware of your super-soaked diaper and the fact Daddy was upstairs, maybe with someone else. You didn’t dare to stand up and march up, so you crawled to the staircase, slowly, silently, the heavy diaper dragged behind your moist bum.

You climbed one stair and heard Daddy’s bed cracking. Climbed another, and heard another man moaning. Another, “What an amazing ass,” Daddy shouted.

You didn’t dare to crawl another stair, you stayed there and listened. Your adult mind was furious, but at that moment, your recently formed baby feelings took over, and you felt you just wanted your pacifier to make yourself calmer. You stayed there, listening quietly to the sounds coming from Daddy’s bedroom, wishing for your pacifier. Poor baby, don’t interrupt your daddy. ------------------------------------------------- This baby boy will hopefully post more soon enough.

940 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 6 months

Text

“But I tried, I tried,” you cried while facing the corner.

“I don’t want to wear diapers anymore!” you pleaded but didn’t dare to turn around.

“I know you tried buddy, but these wet shorts and undies are of your making,” Daddy said in a calm tone.

Today you woke up dry. It was the third night in a row you woke up dry. It’s been months since you and Daddy started to engage in ABDL. At some point, you lose bladder control. Not fully, but you had very little control anymore. You wetted most nights and sometimes had day accidents. In this time you discovered how submissive you can be, and how dominant Daddy can be. You became his dependent boy, and he became your all-mighty Daddy. It’s not clear if you gave away all your adult privileges, or he took them away. But you had none.

“But Daddy, please no, I haven’t had an accident in three days,” you begged.

“I knew, and we tried potty training you, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said.

Lately, you asked Daddy more than a few times to take a break from ABDL. You liked it of course, but you needed a break. You needed your adult clothes, phone, TV shows, friends, boxers briefs. You need to swear. You needed to fight with Daddy. Now when you are “arguing” with him, he calls it a tantrum and manhandles you straight to submission.

“But Daddy, I don’t need a night diaper during the day, please,” the tears kept rolling down your cheeks.

“Those aren’t night diapers my sweet boy, those are your normal diapers from now on. You proved to me you’re not yet ready to be potty trained,” he said as he rose your wet shorts and undies.

After you woke up dry, Daddy put out kiddy underwear for you, saying it’s time for his boy to show Daddy how he grew up to be a big boy. You were so happy that things were going your own way. At some point, Daddy even handed you a cup of orange juice. You were so excited to drink from a cup again, after months of bottle drinking at home. The orange juice had a metallic taste, maybe it was the end of the season you thought, and just drank it all.

An hour later, you wetted yourself in the middle of the living room. You wanted to be potty trained so badly and Daddy was on your side. Now you are facing the corner wearing a thick diaper.

“Too bad, not a big boy yet,” Daddy said and smiled. --------------------------- @bilbng86 really tried his best.

2K notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 6 months

Text

Like We Don't Know

Bruce and Mitchel sat with you in the living room, while Joal, your secret Daddy, was in the kitchen. They were Daddy’s oldest friends, and even though you knew them for years now, it always felt like they were Daddy’s friends and not yours. On short notice, Daddy invited them to come over. The three of you just sat there, watching a rewind of a game, while Daddy made dinner.

“Joal, what about that dinner?” Mitchel yelled from across the house.

“Almost done,” Daddy answered.

A notification on the TV screen appeared. It was a live show you waited to watch the whole week. The remote was on the coffee table, and as you reached it, Bruce took it.

“Nope, we want to watch this,” Bruce said.

“What do you mean? It’s just another rewind, give me the remote,” you said.

“Again… we’re watching it,” he said, not even looking at you.

You knew Bruce can be a dick, but it was your house, not his.

“Bruce, I’m not kidding, it’s my house, give it back, now,” you said in your most authoritarian voice.

He turned his gaze towards you, annoyed, saying “Look now, just stop, or I’ll put you in your place”.

“What?!” you raised your voice.

Bruce took the remote into his lap, put his legs over the coffee table, and crossed them. He let his body sink into the sofa and then started to talk while watching the screen.

“We are done playing this game of pretend, Mich and I, with you and Joal. Joal told us long ago about your arrangement. We know he is the Daddy of this house, and you are the house boy, or may I say, baby.”

You blushed furiously.

“Even now, we can see the bulge of the diaper you think you’re hiding, poorly so. We know you use them because you’re having accidents, we know he treats you like a toddler when nobody’s around, and we even know about that fucking huge nursery he’d put you in for the nights.”

“Joal!” you called for your partner to come over.

“You know what? enough,” Bruce got up and walked to the hallway, opened a door then came back.

Joal came, standing in front of it all.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” you asked him, almost begging, on the verge of tears.

Joal just stood there, Mitchel still sat on the couch, and Bruce came by very close to you, you both were standing.

“He isn’t going to say something, but I will. You are not just the baby of this house, you are a baby. With Daddy Joal, and with us, here or any other place. You are misbehaving and not letting us have a good evening. We won’t tolerate a tantrum from a big baby like you,” he said and put out from his hand your big baby blue pacifier.

You were shaking a bit, from the embarrassment, from how you were reduced from a man to a baby in an instant, from the way he talked down at you.

“You have two choices, take the pacifier and calm down, or I’ll spank you over my knee in front of your daddy, what do you choose?” he asked and held the pacifier in front of you.

You began to tear up, took a step forward, and took the pacifier into your mouth.

You looked at Mitchel, Daddy, and Bruce and began to sob. You didn’t notice but you wetted yourself in the middle of this storm. The diaper felt so good against your erecting peepee while you cried.

598 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 8 months

Text

Night Nursing

You and Daddy are cuddling in bed. He just came out of the shower. Naked, smelling good from the “Men” scented body soap he uses. You’re only allowed to use baby shampoo. The “Men” smell is distinctly his. Before he got into the shower, he prepared you for bed. You are freshly diapered, wearing your baby blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier. A baby powder smell is your smell these days.

“Come over” he says, taking you onto his whole body while he lay on his back.

You rest your head over his bare chest. You can feel his heartbeat, his chest going up and down, and his skin, still a bit moist. You close your eyes and start to calm yourself down. It’s so lovely to be on Daddy, so safe, he’s got you, he’s taking care of you. Nursing on the pacifier adds to the calming effect you’re experiencing.

Daddy starts to caress your body softly. Your back, your neck, giving your diaper little squeezes. He’s gently touching your exposed ear and nose, tapping your pacifier guard.

It’s all a part of the bedtime routine before he moves you to your nursery and adult baby crib. He knows how much Daddy-Son bonding time is important for fathers and sons. Especially for a boy like you.

You feel his cock starts to pulse under your diaper, pressing into your padding.

“I know you are tired, but Daddy needs you to be a good boy and nurse on him for your milky treat. It helps daddy to fall asleep faster” he says.

Daddy sits up and lies against the headboard, you stay on your stomach, looking forward and up at him. His big legs are spread aside, a raging boner is inches from your face. You are tired but suddenly you start to suck on your pacifier faster, you’re even salivating heavily. You have nowhere to go but your body starts to move a bit. Your arms and legs, little movements. You love Daddy’s night nursing. Unintentionally you are making cooing baby sounds while moving your glance from daddy’s face to his raging boner in front of you.

“Is my baby excited? Just adorable. Here you go my boy, nurse” Daddy says and picks out the pacifier from your mouth.

621 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 9 months

Text

A gym is a place of many fantasies, who would believe some are true?

You fantasized about not being the only diaper boy out there. With every guy with a big butt, your imagination automatedly decided he is diapered. Sadly, their butts were the result of good proper squatting. Sometimes during situps you just sat there, on the mat, searching for clues. You felt your slightly wet diaper under you. Ever since you lost a bit of control over your bladder, you prefer to go with a diaper, even to the gym. Some guys may already saw it, but you just hope nobody will comment. There’s no other option for you, aside from wetting your trainers of course.

One day, you came for a workout, and you saw a familiar face. It’s an ABDL guy you were following online. He’s smaller than you, but still muscular. He looks so handsome, especially in a diaper. You thought about saying something, but couldn’t, you were shy about being ABDL. Halfway through your workout you gathered yourself and decided to finally say something to him. As you walked towards him, you saw another dude had started a conversation with him. You know that guy, he’s lifting here for a couple of years He is big, very big, burly even. You stopped and watched them talking. They were laughing and suddenly your online crush slapped the other guy’s ass. Wait, was the big guy wearing a diaper too?

Your peepee became hard in your diaper. No worries about tenting, you’re small and the diaper covers it nicely.

You finished your workout and went to the shower. It was pretty late and it was empty. You got undressed, took off your thin gym diaper, and throw it away. In the shower, you couldn’t help but think about the two guys in diapers, it was so hot and you were so horny, you jacked off in there, letting your seed down the drain. When drying yourself, you thought nobody is there, and you’ll diaper yourself real quick with a night diaper. It had a babyish print on it, but nobody would see. You lay on the bench, and got diapered real quick, then covered yourself with adult clothes. Anyone could tell you were wearing a diaper, but you thought nobody would see you until you step into your house.

Just before pulling the pants up, you heard someone talking “I knew he wears one, I just knew it”

It was the big guy, with the smaller Twitter guy next to him. “Awwww and he has one with a print too!” said your crush.

You stood there, silent, not knowing what to say. Your online crush, a huge muscle guy next to him, looking at you, wearing a thick babyish diaper. You didn’t even cover yourself, you just gave them the view they wanted.

As they were talking about you and your diaper, they took off their gym clothes. Both of them had a diaper on, but they were plain white and thinner. You could see raging hard-ons under the diapers. They got turned on by you. The sound of tapes filled the space as they took their diapers off, reviling their big hard-ons.

“Sometimes wearing babyish diapers is because the wearer has a baby’s peepee. Show us your peepee baby.” said your crush.

You just jerked off, your small penis is even smaller now, tiny even. But you turned around and lowered your diaper, showing off your tiny powdered penis, pointing forward.

“Just stand there baby, as the bigger kids take a shower” said the big guy.

So you just stood there, pants to your knees, one hand lowering the front of your diaper, showing your small peepee to the bigger boys with bigger cocks, while they were taking a shower.

--------------------------

@alittleisolated gained more than he wanted at the gym.

907 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 10 months

Text

Meaningless Drops

No more fussing from my boy. No more hints for actions or desires and wishes. No more asking to come to bed, or getting naked in front of me expecting something. Mainly, it is all about expectations. My boy isn’t expecting something anymore, because he knows there’s nothing to desire. I got him to the point he is just an obedient docile little boy.

Maybe he looks like a man, but he isn’t one. Yes, he does have a man’s body, he has a man’s job, and for the outside observer, nothing could indicate that he has zero sexual desires. That another man took that from him.

When he gets home after a long manly day, he knows to strip down naked and wait for me on the changing mat in the living room. It’s his routine. It took many punishments to get to this point, but he made it. Lots of sore butt cheeks, corner time, mouth soaping, chastity cages, scoldings, and talks while sitting on my lap. All of that isn’t necessary these days, it’s far in the past.

One of my main goals was to stop him from cummimg, at all. He wasn’t allowed to jerk off or hump his diapers. At some point, I stopped fucking him, so even anal pleasure was foreign to him by now. I know it was very hard for him at the beginning. He was turning and rolling in his crib, whining in sexual misery behind his pacifier, longing for a release, but knowing the costs of cumming without my permission, stopped him from doing anything.

Now he lays on the changing mat, a thick diaper, baby powder, a pacifier, a onesie, and his teddy bear, all laid down beside him, while his small penis is flaccid, resting on his blue tight balls. When his balls are blue and tight, it’s my time to give him that release. Not because he wants to, but because it is what his body needs. I want my boy’s body to be healthy. I slide the pacifier slowly into his mouth, which he submissively takes. I unfold the thick diaper, which crinkles under my boy’s butt when he rests it on the diaper. I brought some lube with me and put some over my palm. I rub my hands and cover them. My boy looks at me, he knows what’s going on, but he isn’t excited at all, nothing is sexual for him, and his small penis still rests. I draw circles on his hole, like turbulence until I stuck it firmly inside of his body. He gasps and his chest goes up, then down. His balls pumping, but his penis is still soft. My finger founds his prostate and starts massaging it. The boy’s body tenses as his balls pump. The last step is very easy and going to finish the process. With my other hand, I use one finger and just tap the boy’s penis on its head.

White and thick drops of cum pumping rapidly onto his blue balls. It’s no climax by any means, he doesn’t seem to enjoy it like a man would. He only whimpers and cooing into his pacifier gag. One can only guess how this process is for him.

Meaningless drops that will disappear in scented wet wipes. This is what they are, nothing more.

741 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 10 months

Text

To other people, you and Daddy seem like any other gay couple. Meeting friends, attending music concerts, eating in restaurants, and doing all the adult activities. Nobody knows about what happens behind closed doors. It’s your own private thing.

A month ago you and Daddy went to a gay bar to have a few drinks and meet friends. The music played your favorite songs, and the vibe was awesome. So many hot guys around. Some had great faces, some great bodies, some even both. But there was that one guy, that one you couldn’t get your eyes off.

Maybe it was the drinks, but you said to Daddy out loud “Look at that guy! God what would I do to him…”

Daddy looked at you strangely. You never talked like that, and he never did as well. He shrugged and you both continued as usual.

A week from then you went out to the same bar. The music was great yet again, the drinks were great yet again. The vibe was right, the guys were hot, and then you saw that guy again over the bar. You couldn’t get your eyes off him. This time you said nothing, you felt like Daddy wouldn’t like it. You turned your head towards him and understood he saw you were looking at the guy. With a quick move, Daddy passed by you and walked around the bar and to the guy. You were in a bit of a shock, looking at Daddy talking to the guy. They were chatting, then laughing. After two minutes Daddy brought him your way.

“There now, meet John” Daddy introduced him to you.

“Hey?” you said awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you, we’ll chat another time cuz’ I have to go. Cheers.” John said and left in a rush.

“Hot guy right? Man, what will I do to him” Daddy said and winked.

Three weeks have gone by since then. It was a nothing special Friday night. Daddy decided to stay in for the night. No bars, no restaurants, no friends. It’s been a busy time lately and he thought it will be best for you to just stay in, having an early bedtime in your nursery. He thickly diapered you with a few overnight diapers, chose the biggest pacifier you had, and even locked your hands with mittens. Daddy wanted you to have the babyish night ever. He left the nursery’s door half open just before he went to watch a movie in the leaving room. It was still a bit early so you were just half asleep when you heard knocks on the door. You got paralyzed in your crib. This never happened. Nobody ever saw you as a baby, or even being around the house when you were babied. You sucked your pacifier anxiously. Daddy started to talk, then you heard the other person. You listen well. You couldn’t believe it, Daddy wouldn’t do it to you, it will be too much.

They talked and talked, then you heard footsteps that ended in Daddy’s bedroom, which was your bedroom not too long ago. Chatting turned to kissing sounds, then sucking sounds, then fucking sounds and moans. Daddy and the guy had amazing sex while you lay embolized in your crib. Hugging your teddy bear, you were too afraid to make even the smallest move so you wouldn’t make the slightest noise. You don’t want them to come over. You were overwhelmed. It was humiliating and degrading. You felt like Daddy used your words to degrade you inside your own home. You were so ashamed you started to sob silently, tears covered your face and pacifier gag.

The sex noises stopped and you heard the water running from the shower.

“Put on some clothes and bring your phone, I want you to meet someone” Daddy yelled.

‘No please’, you thought, ‘Don’t bring him here’.

Daddy came into the room, smirking, coming for the crib rails, he was about to put them down.

“Oh wow, what I did to him” he said, teasing you, choosing those exact words.

There he was, John, right behind him, holding up his phone, pointing at you, only the crib’s bars were hiding you.

None of them knew, because of your thick layered diapers, that you had the most raging hard-on ever. It started when you heard John’s voice an hour ago, you felt the diaper become sticky from oozing pre cum once you heard them fucking, crying made you even hornier, and then when he held his phone, recording you, after he had sex with your man, you thought you were about to cum.

Daddy just put his hand over your diaper and you released the biggest load ever into your waiting diaper. “Oh, hush now, you just came in your diaper after daddy had sex with someone else who’s taking humiliating pictures of you? It’s okay to keep on crying, Daddy knew what you needed”

-----------------------------------------

@bilbng86 's one comment led to something he couldn't ever imagine!

1K notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 11 months

Text

On Daddy's Lap

“Where are you boy?” Adam shouted from across the house. “I thought you’ll call me that only in bed” you said as you came over.

The moment he saw you coming from the hall, he waved you to come over towards him. Adam is a burly man, very big and very strong. Huge chest, huge arms, huge legs. Sometimes you wonder if people see the size difference between you two or if it’s mainly in your head

He was sitting on the sofa, his legs spread wide. You stood right in front of him.

“Yeah Adam, you wanted something?” you asked. “Don’t call me that, call me Daddy” he said with a bit of authority in his voice.“We said we gonna use that only in specific times” you said. “So let’s be specific” he said and pulled you over his lap.

You were wearing nothing but loose boxers, he wore his work clothes. He came back home not too long ago. His scent was of a man after a long day. You sat over his quads, stiff like a log.

“Adam?” you asked confused. “Daddy” he started to stroke your face slowly.

You melted a bit. As he was stroking, he guided your head into his manly chest. As he kept stroking your face, he kissed the top of your head a few times.

“That’s nice” you said as you felt your face molding into his chest. “What’s my name?” he asked. “Daddy” you answered with a smile.

With his other hand, he grabbed your legs and lifted them on top of his other leg. From the side, it sure looked like a daddy holding his little boy. With both of his arms, he wrapped your whole body and pressed it into his huge body. You felt as if he was taking over, but pleasingly. You let your two bodies find their way into each other, like legos coming together.

When your bodies found their right places, your ass over his crotch, you felt his cock harden. His elbow was still holding you, but his hand traveled to your penis, rubbing it, rubbing your balls.

“Call me again” he whispered into your ear. “Daddy” you said with such a low tone, rolling your eyes backward, enjoying his touch. “Do you like being my boy?” you felt his breath over your ear. “Yes daddy” you answered softly, tensing your trapped body as he held you. “Who’s my boy?” he asked while making you hard. “I am Daddy, I am” you became fully hard.

You felt Daddy’s cock become hard as a rock under your ass. You were traped in his grip, you couldn’t get loose even if you wanted. But you weren’t trapped psychically, you were there mentally, as his boy, and daddy wanted his boy over his lap to play with. A boy on his Daddy’s lap, that’s all.

440 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 11 months

Photo

You love animals so much. You love the lions and the elephants, the giraffes, the zebras, bears, and parrots. You are a bit afraid of snakes, but that’s fine, you still love them. You dreamed of one day going to the zoo dressed as you truly are, a baby boy. You are brave, but still very shy.

You told Daddy that dream of yours when you first started dating. Daddy, as daddies, has a good memory of his boy’s dreams. You didn’t know this, but one of Daddy’s best buddies is a manger at the local zoo. You met him once and he even saw you as the boy you are. Daddy asked him for a favor and his friend said yes without thinking twice, knowing how important it is to a daddy to make his boy happy.

One morning, Daddy told you he is taking you to the zoo.

“But everything is closed today” you stated surprised. “Don’t worry your little head about it” he said and slapped your butt, “and this diapered ass”.

The parking lot was almost completely empty. Daddy took out from the back seat your baby bag and told you to stay near the gate while he made a phone call. From the opposite side of the gate, you saw Daddy’s friend coming.

“What’s up sport? Do you like your surprise?” he asked and you smiled.

“Come, follow me to my office. Daddy said he needs to change you into something more fitting” he explained, and you began to follow him.

Daddy waited in his friend’s office. A diaper, a t-shirt, and a short-all were laid down next to a changing mat. Daddy, being the professional that he was, got you ready in a few minutes. 5 minutes later and you two were out of the door.

Daddy took this picture of you staring at the birds. He will cherish this picture of you forever. Forever his baby boy, living his dream. —————————- @littletigertonio loves animals so much!

765 notes · View notes

baby-boy-ben · 11 months

Text

The Planned Accident

My boyfriend and I loved each other, but we were struggling in the bedroom. He was a dominant and aggressive top. I had always fantasized about submitting to someone like him, but in practice, it wasn't working out. We tried bondage. We tried role playing. We tried all sorts of kinks and fetishes, but I always felt awkward. I suppose I was a bit more old fashioned than I cared to admit. Because in spite of my fantasies, I still wanted someone who would be loving and caring and affectionate.

Last year, on my birthday, my boyfriend insisted that we go out to the bars to celebrate. I wasn't really feeling it, but he said he wanted to get me lubed up to help lower my inhibitions, and that he had some plans in store for me when we got home. Desperate to make our relationship work, I agreed and we went out. He must have conspired with most of the patrons in the bar, because everyone was buying me drinks that night. I got so drunk I blacked out.

It was late afternoon the next day before I finally woke up. I immediately noticed that my wrists were restrained - I was handcuffed to the bed. I opened my eyes and - though fuzzy - I could see my boyfriend standing in front of me at the foot of the bed. He looked pissed and he was holding something in his hand. Right around this time, I realized that my shorts... and the bed, for that matter, were soaking wet. I struggled a bit and asked what was going on.

My boyfriend explained to me that he had spent the whole morning doing laundry and cleaning. Apparently, I got so drunk at the bar that I pissed my pants. He said he was humiliated and brought me home immediately. I pissed my pants again on the ride home and obviously got his car seat all wet. And then again shortly after he got me into the house, but I got the carpet all wet, too. He dumped my body in the bathtub while he tried to clean up. Afterward, he checked on me and I hadn't pissed anymore. He figured I had emptied my bladder and it was safe to put me to bed. But he was wrong and I had wet the bed overnight, too.

My boyfriend insisted that I would be wearing diapers for a while. I protested and struggled. I was awake now. I was sober (more or less). This wasn't going to happen again. But he had spent so much time cleaning up after my accidents that he would not listen to me. He stripped my shorts off, then climbed on top of me and pinned my legs down with his knees. I continued to struggle, but to no avail. He put me in an adult diaper. I was so humiliated that it didn't even occur to me how strange it was that he just happened to have a diaper on hand for me to wear.

When he was done putting me in a diaper, he climbed off the bed, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of me. I panicked. He explained that the picture was insurance. He said that if he caught me removing the diaper without his permission, that the picture would go on Facebook. He uncuffed my hands from the bed. I was blackmailed, and so there was nothing I could do.

He kept me in diapers for several days. When we were apart, he texted me at random and made me prove that I was still wearing my diaper. Every diaper had a different design (where was he getting all of these?) and he made me take and send a selfie next to a clock to prove I was wearing it right then. Every time I asked him to let me out, he simply refused. Then, after about a week, he said he would consider letting me out of diapers if I could pass a test and prove that I didn't need them anymore. But the tests he gave me were impossible and all that I succeeded in doing was dehydrating myself. If I complained that it was unfair, he whipped out his phone and threatened to post those photos.

After a few weeks, I stopped struggling and just sort of gave up. I didn't try to hold it in. I just soaked my diaper whenever I felt the need to. After a couple of months, I was pissing in my diaper without even realizing it. And a short time later, it started happening in my sleep, too. I had become dependent on diapers.

Not only was I dependent on my diapers, but I had grown fond of them, too. They were a lot more comfortable than my old underwear. They were so soft and thick and snug and warm and squishy. And I loved how silky-smooth the plastic felt.

I also stopped struggling against my boyfriend when he changed my diapers. In fact, I actually started to look forward to changing time. As humiliating as it was in the beginning, I came to realize that it was a very intimate ritual. When he changed my diapers, I felt exposed and vulnerable, but also aroused.

And that's when it hit me. This was his plan all along. He set me up to have those accidents on my birthday. He wanted to force me into diapers, which he had already purchased and stashed away until he needed them. The impossible tasks he gave me to try to win back my freedom - he had no intention of ever letting me out of diapers.

You would think I'd be mad at him. But I'm not. Because in his own weird way, he fixed our relationship. He's my daddy and I'm his diaper boy. He gets to be the Dom he always wanted to be. And I get the love, care, and affection I craved.

212 notes · View notes