Big Daddy

“Shit. Shit! SHIT!” Layla shrieked, bustling through the living room, then the kitchen, then the playroom. She tripped over one of my blocks, which only made her more frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Rob asked, rushing in like there was a fire.

“I forgot to get a present for Cindy, I forgot to get cream for the cheesecake, I need to get more diapers for Kevin, and I need to drop off a package before the post office closes at 1…” she pressed her palm to her eye and cheek and squinted the way she does when she gets super stressed. “And it’s Christmas Eve, so everywhere I go is going to be a freaking zoo…”

She frantically snatched her keys. “Oh shit…and I need to get gas too.” Her face was flushed, she grit her teeth and hustled for the door, then stopped, turned around and came back to me.

“Almost forgot to check Kevin’s diaper…” she sighed, unsnapping my onesie and seeing that it was soaked. “Hmm…you can wait on that but how about…ooof.” she didn’t have to get too close to the back of my diaper to smell the present I’d laid.

“Ughhh and of course he’s dirty…” she groaned, looking like she was on the verge of tears. “I don’t have time for this…come on, Kevvy! Hurry up! Let’s go get you changed…”

A big, gruff hand appeared on her shoulder. She looked up to find Rob smiling down at her.

“I’ll do it,” he said.

“What?” Layla asked, mouth hanging open in disbelief. “You…you want to change his diaper?”

“Well, I don’t want to do it…” Rob chuckled, “But I will.”

Layla looked like she was about to cry again, but for a very different reason. “You’re sure? It can be pretty gross and messy…”

Rob just nodded resolutely, “It’ll be fine. I can handle it.”

Her eyes lit up. She stood and put both her hands around Rob’s bearded cheeks, pulling him in for a long, appreciative kiss.

“You are sooo getting laid tonight!” she said, smiling for the first time. She double-checked that she had everything she needed, scooped up her phone, purse, and looked for the keys she could swear she just had.

“Here,” Rob said, tossing her the keys to his truck. “Take mine. Tank is full.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, sighing as her stress began to evaporate, “Here’s his diaper bag, it should have everything you need, call me if you have any questions or if he gives you any trouble!”

Rob looked at me in a nonchalant way, like he wasn’t intimidated by me in the slightest. “I think we’ll be fine.”

They exchanged grins and she gave him another kiss. “I love you.” she told him, then turned around and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I love you too, hubby!” she cooed in a much more motherly voice, “Now you be good for Daddy! Understand??”

“Yes Mommy.” I mewed.

She gave me one last affectionate pinch on the cheek before rushing out the door, leaving me and Rob alone with each other for the first time.

“So…” he said kind of awkwardly, pulling out a diaper from the bag. “Let’s…get this figured out, shall we?”

Rob was, admittedly, ruggedly handsome. He had a thick, neatly trimmed beard, a strong jaw, and a stern demeanor. But he wasn’t like Layla’s other lovers. Other guys were rude or degrading to me, like they had to be overly macho to prove they were the Alpha, as if me wearing a dirty diaper wasn’t already proof enough. They’d call me a ‘beta’ or a ‘bitch or a ‘faggot’. It was almost like they were intimidated by my presence, even if I was sucking a pacifier while crinkling in my Pampers.

Rob was never like that though. In fact, he was pretty much the opposite. He was kind, respectful, and understanding of Layla and I’s relationship. He never called me names, and never seemed threatened or weirded out by me. He even let me stay in the room when they made love.

Other guys would fuck her brains out, and sure, he would do that too, but he’d also be tender and loving with her. I could tell she enjoyed that. It made her happy, which ultimately made me happy.

A cuckold relationship is already a difficult dynamic to navigate, and it’s made even more convoluted by the cuck wearing diapers and being treated like a baby. Rob was definitely a bit hesitant about it at first, but once Layla explained that it’s something I’ve always had a fetish for, he seemed to understand and withhold judgment. He was mostly hands off, though. Layla would take care of my feedings, changes, and bathtimes. Rob would mostly just observe from afar, or ignore it altogether.

But now, he may have bit off more than he could chew.

“You don’t have to do this,” I told him, laying there on the floor. “I can…I can change myself.” It wasn’t easy to change my own messy diapers, but I didn’t want to put him in a weird predicament.

“No. It’s okay…” he said quickly, though still sounding unsure, “I can do it.”

He gulped and held his breath as he reached out and grabbed the tapes of the diaper. He looked surprised at how strong the adhesive was, gritting his teeth a bit to pull them off one by one.

As he tentatively grabbed the front of the diaper, it was the first time I’d seen him look a little scared. He held his breath again as he prepared to view the contents.

I cringed in embarrassment at the mess I’d made inside. Rob’s eyes began to water and he did a gag-like cough as the smell hit him. After he recovered, he seemed a bit lost as to what to do next.

“Use the front of the diaper to scrape away most of the mess.” I told him, “It’s…how Mommy does it.”

He nodded, seeming appreciative of my coaching, but also a bit reluctant to touch my caged privates. He steered clear of the area as much as he could when he pulled out the baby wipes, but soon there was no avoiding the need to clean my chastity and crack. His rough, calloused hands were a stark contrast to Mommy’s smooth, soft, and tender touch. I wasn’t complaining though, it was nice to feel fresh and clean again as he rolled the dirty diaper up, taped it not so elegantly, and set it to the side.

“Do you want the Unicorns or the Bears?” he asked, holding up the different diaper options.

“Uh-Unicorns…” I said meekly. It wasn’t like I had much dignity to save, so I might as well go with what I preferred.

A tiny smirk flashed across his lips, but he didn’t make fun of me, he didn’t say anything really, just unfurled the diaper and tried to make sense of how it was supposed to go on.

“That’s backwards,” I said when he put the printed/tape side down, trying not to sound condescending or unappreciative.

“Oh…” he chuckled sheepishly. It really was like watching a new Dad learn to change their first diaper. It was a bit of a relief to know he wasn’t perfect all of the time.

“How’s that?” he asked once he had it stationed beneath my hips.

“Good.” I said, noticing my voice was getting that high-pitched submissive tone I usually have when getting changed by Mommy. I didn’t think it would come out for him. I cleared my throat and tried to put on my more ‘manly’ voice. “Just uh…check it and make sure it lines up on the front.”

He pulled it forward, putting it over my cock and cage. The landing zone would not have lined up with the tapes, so he pulled it up my back a bit more and checked it again. He was getting the hang of it.

“Powder.” I reminded him when he went to adhere the tapes.

“Oh…right…” he chuckled, digging in the bag for the Talcum powder. “Is that enough?” he asked after poofing out a generous cloud.

I nodded, not wanting to tell him that Mommy usually rubs it in seductively to make me wriggle in my cage.

Once he got the ‘okay’ that it was ready, he pulled the front of the diaper up. He accidentally touched my cage through the padding. He moved his hand off pretty quickly, but—I guess realizing how it must have looked—he put his hand back on the area, showing me he wasn’t that put off by it while he taped me up tight. He even helped pull me up into a sitting position.  It wasn’t the best fit, but I was appreciative nonetheless.

“So…” he said, not really knowing what to say or do next. “Do you want some…milk?”

I nodded, knowing what that means by now. I leaned forward, reaching for his zipper.

“Oh! No no…that’s not what I meant.” He said, laughing at the misunderstanding. “I meant…do you want some real milk?”

I laughed at my mistake too. I guess I’d been so programmed by other Bull’s telling me they would give me ‘milk’ and learning what that usually meant, that I’d gotten Pavlov’d into associating ‘milk’ with blowjobs.

But even though I misunderstood, I still felt this weird need to do it. I…I wanted to do it.

I continued reaching my hand forward to his pants. He almost stopped me again, but I guess he saw that I was determined. I wanted to show my appreciation, not just for changing my diaper, but for being the closest thing to a ‘Daddy’ I'd ever had.

He sat back as I unclasped his belt and fly, pulling his pants open and down. I’d sucked his cock before–several times actually–but always with Mommy present. I think it eased both of our nerves that way. This was the first time I’d ever give a blowjob with just me and the Bull.

He was still soft, but that was okay. I liked the feeling of him getting hard in my mouth. Usually, I hated pleasing Mommy’s lovers. They would often fuck my face or jam my head down and force me to take it deep. But Rob was different. He allowed me to go slow and sensual, softly sucking on the head, gently taking him further and further into my mouth.

Rob started to groan, it gave me a tingly feeling, knowing that the reason he was moaning was because of me. He was fully erect now, I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. It gave me motivation to go harder and faster, deeper and deeper. It didn’t feel like a ‘chore’ anymore, the way it usually did with the others. I had this need to please him. To ‘thank’ him for always treating me nicely, for treating me like I belonged, despite my weird kinks.

I was slobbering and slurping on his dick. I glanced up to see his eyes were rolled back in his head. I’m glad he was enjoying it. I’m glad I was making him feel good. He deserved it.

I found myself moaning and groaning as well, though it was a bit more muffled with his meat in my mouth.

“Awww yea…” he groaned, his dick swelling in my mouth, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

He gave me a few seconds to take it out before he spurted, but I had no intention of doing so, even though I appreciated the warning. I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. I moved it to the middle of my mouth as he pumped the warm, salty semen into it. I continued to slurp and suck, trying to drain him of every last drop. Usually I was revolted by Bull’s cumming in my mouth, but with him it was like I couldn’t get enough.

I listened to his heavy breathing while his cock deflated in my mouth. He pulled my head off when it got too sensitive, chuckling.

“That was…great.” He sighed, still panting. “Thank you.”

I nodded like an obedient puppy.

“Do you want some real food?” he asked. Trying to specify this time so there was no confusion. “Carrots? Peas? Bananas?”

It sounded weird when he said it. Usually Mommy would just say “num nums”.

I nodded, sitting up and on my diaper again.

He smiled, standing up and zipping up his pants.

He helped me into the high chair, the chair he built. He was so handy. He was able to fix things around the house that I was never really good at. In addition to home repairs, he also built all new furniture for my nursery: A large changing table so Mommy could easily reach me without having to lean over and hurt her knees or back, a toy chest for all my blocks and magnatiles, and a crib that was actually comfortable to sleep in–much better than the old cot I was using before him.

He closed and latched the tray, going over to the pantry and taking out two jars, examining them.

“Sweet potatoes and prunes.” he said, “Is that okay?”

They weren’t my favorite, but I nodded anyway.

He grabbed a spoon from the drawer, then, realizing his error, grabbed one of the smaller baby spoons that could actually fit in the jars. He set everything down on the tray.

“Bib.” I reminded him. Mommy always fussed about not getting puree all over my expensive AB clothes. Rob grabbed a big one from the back of the chair and put it around my neck.

It was relatively silent as he spooned the mush into my mouth. Mommy usually filled those silences with talks of airplanes and choo choo trains, but what Rob did was just fine. He didn’t seem sure of what to say, and I wasn’t either, so a quiet meal wasn’t the worst.

When it was done, he mopped up some of the mess on my chin with the bib, then lifted me out of the chair easily like I were a child. He gently placed me on the floor.

“Watta you wanna do now, kiddo?” he asked. He seemed to be absorbing the ‘Daddy’ role more and more.

I tried to find an appropriate way to ask. “I…do you think I could, maybe, have my cage unlocked?”

It took him a second to figure out what I meant, but then he grasped the key on a chain around his neck. He’d never used it, but Mommy thought it was appropriate for him to have an exact copy of the one she wore as well.

“I don’t know…” he said hesitantly. “What would your wife–er–Mommy think?”

I shrugged, honestly not sure.

“What would you do if I did?” he asked, looking a bit guilty, “I don’t think I’d be able to…‘help’ you..”

It was okay that he had reservations about touching me in that way, I wouldn’t expect him to. I did feel weird having to explain the usual process though.

“Mommy never lets me touch myself,” I said, “even she doesn’t really touch me.”

He looked confused. “What does she do then?”

I could feel myself blushing a bit. “I…usually have to…use the floor…”

He still looked confused, so I had to spell it out for him.

“I…I typically hump the floor…in my diapers…until I make stickies.”

“Ah…” he said, finally understanding. He did a great job of stifling his laughter. “Well…I don’t know if that’s my decision. Maybe we should call your Mommy…?”

He pulled out his phone, tapping on what was probably his most recent call. I could hear it ringing even before he put it on speaker.

“Hello?” came Mommy’s voice through the cacophony on the other line. Wherever she was, it sounded very loud and very busy.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but–”

“What??” she asked loudly, “I can’t hear you. Hold on…”

The noise and chatter seemed to diminish over a few seconds as she got into a quieter area.

“Alright, sorry about that. Is everything okay??” she sounded concerned in that motherly sort of way.

“Yea, everything’s fine.” Rob said, glancing at me as he prepared to do what he called for, “Your uh…husband was just asking if he could be…unlocked.”

“From his chastity cage?” she asked.

“Yea.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally, she responded.

“No.”

My stomach dropped a bit.

“He asked me to sentence him for a month of chastity, and it’s only been 2 weeks. I have to make him keep his word.”

She was right, I’d asked for this. I just didn’t think the events of today would get me so horny.

“But…” she said, “If he’s been good, he can use Buzzy.”

My heart leaped again. It wasn’t ideal, but I would take it.

“But you have to watch him,” she continued, “He can get excessive if you let him. Only allow him to go once.”

Rob seemed confused, but my look must have told him that I would explain everything.

“Okay, I think we can handle it.” he said.

“Okay, thank you baby! I’ve gotta try to get out of here, I should be home in a few hours. Call me if you need anything. I love you both sooo much!”

After they clicked off, Rob stood there waiting. “So what is this ‘buzzy’…”

He didn’t even have time to finish before I scampered upstairs. He followed close behind, turns out it’s pretty easy to keep up with someone waddling with a poofy pamper between their legs.

I went to Mommy’s room, got down on the floor, and pulled out her compartment of dildos and vibrators she hadn’t had to use since Rob came around. The Hitachi, though, was both me and Mommy’s favorite.

It had a long cord, but Mommy looped a little padlock through the hole in the prongs to keep me from being able to plug it into an outlet.

I held it up to Rob. It took him a couple seconds to piece everything together, but he finally got the hint, taking the key from around his neck and slipping it in the lock.

I tried not to look too desperate as I scooted over to the wall and plugged it in. Rob seemed a little unsure of what to do with himself, so he just sat on the edge of the bed and watched me sit crisscross applesauce on the floor.

For some reason I thought it appropriate to get his nod of approval, which he did. I clicked the Hitachi on to its highest setting, already feeling myself attempting to stiffen inside my powdered cage. I avoided Rob’s gaze as I pressed the bulb of the wand down and over my diaper. It took me a second to find the sweet spot, but when I did, I couldn’t help but let out a pitiful, tantalized whine.

I must have looked so pathetic, moaning and groaning as I pressed the pulsing toy against my pampers. I closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip, and tried to focus on the waves of vibrations coursing through the pelvis.

Soon, I was spasming on the floor and spurting into my diaper.

“Are you…are you done already?” Rob asked.

I nodded bashfully, my post-orgasm high fading and being replaced with shame.

“That was only like…15 seconds.” Rob tried not to patronize, but it was probably a little difficult with how fast I was. “Can I…are you sure?”

Again I nodded, feeling the sticky mess leaking through my cage and into the padding.

He stepped over and peeked a finger inside. “Oh…oh you sure did.” He did his best not to laugh. “Was it…was it good?”

I blushed and shrugged. It was nice, it gave me relief, but I'd obviously have preferred other methods. Though it seemed my penis didn’t seem to care at all.

“Well…what do you want to do now?” he asked.

I really didn’t know. I felt like crying from putting on such a humiliating show. He tipped my chin up with his big, scruffy hand, trying to cheer me up. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s…it’s normal for you. Isn’t it?”

I didn’t know what to say. I guess it was. I’d always been quick on the draw, underendowed, and underbuilt. I could never be a real man like him.

But then he did something that surprised me. He wrapped his arms around my back, and pulled me in close for a hug. It was oddly comforting, like something I didn’t know I’d been missing.

“The game is on…” he said after we released, “do you want to go watch it with me?”

I hadn’t been able to watch Football in god knows how long.

“Mommy says it’s too violent…” I said.

He gave me a little boop on the nose and smiled. “Then I guess we’ll just keep it our little secret.”

He took me by the hand and led me downstairs, laying down a blanket for me and asking me what I’d like to drink. He brought me a sippy cup filled with apple juice and handed me my Teddy.

“Thank you Daddy.” I said. It was the first time I'd ever called anyone by that name, and it was a title he most definitely earned.

“You’re welcome, kiddo,” He said, ruffling my hair. He sat down on the couch and clicked the remote. I didn’t know what time Mommy would be back but, for the first time, I knew I would be safe until she was.

THE END