DREAMS Daycare - Chapter 2

Author's note: I had quite a few requests to write a sequel to this story. It was originally planned to just be a one-off story so I didn't exactly have any plans to take it further, so there may be some continuity errors and ill-thought out plot points, but I hope you still enjoy it! Happy Reading :)

Peter was still sniffling when we pulled up to the driveway of the cream colored house with freshly laid red mulch.

“B-but Mommy,” Peter adjusted in his seat as much as the straps would allow so he could get a better view, “th-this is Tr-Trevor’s house…”

I watched as the realization came over him. He knew I was fucking someone else, but he didn’t know who it was. The look on his face told me he definitely didn’t expect for it to be his best friend.

“That’s right,” I said, ignoring his fresh batch of tears as I put the car in park, grabbed the diaper bag, walked around, and began unbuckling him from the carseat.

“B-but does that mean…” he tried to say as I lifted him out of the Range Rover and stood him up beside me, his diaper was already drooping below the skirt of his pink sailor outfit. I watched the little gears spinning in his big dumb baby-brain.

“Yes, honey” I finished for him as I patted the wrinkles out of the fabric. “Trevor and I are fucking. Now come on!”

I took his hand as he cried harder, leading him up the steps and to the doormat. “Better get on your knees,” I told him, with no sympathy for the hysterical fit he was throwing. Despite his little tantrum, he still dropped down onto the ground. His legs quivering just as much as his bottom lip.

I knocked on the door, which was weird. I haven’t had to do that for months since Trevor and I started our relationship. But I thought it appropriate for us to wait outside. Peter had his head hung low and was muttering something to himself, like he was saying a prayer or something. It was honestly quite pathetic, I was rolling my eyes and scoffing by the time I heard the rattling of the handle.

Trevor was smiling when he opened the door. I think he just saw me and not my pathetic husband down on the concrete. His smile changed to a pitying, curious sort of look when he saw Peter. Trevor knew I kept Peter in diapers. But I don’t think one can fully grasp the reality of that notion until it’s standing (or kneeling) right in front of you.

Trevor gave an awkward chuckle, “Hello Peter.”

My husband looked like he wanted to crawl inside of himself and die. I placed a hand on his shoulder, “Say ‘Hi’, sweetie.”

Peter was still looking at the ground when he grumbled “Hi, Trevor…”

“No…” I corrected, unable to stop myself from smiling wickedly “he’s your Daddy now, and you will address him as such.”

Peter looked like he was going to explode. I’m not sure if it was from rage or shame, but perhaps a combination of both. “Hello…Daddy.” He finally croaked out.

Trevor was just shaking his head back and forth in utter disbelief. He laughed and said “come in.”

I strutted inside and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips while I heard Peter begrudgingly crawl in behind us.

We walked through to the living room and sat on the couch. Peter knelt in front of us, looking like he wanted to be just about anywhere else.

There was a bit of tense silence as we all sat there quietly, trying to adjust to our new situation. But I didn’t want it to be awkward, I wanted it to be about humiliating my husband.

“So,” I asked Trevor, “watta ya think? Now that you've finally seen him in his proper state…”

“It’s definitely…different.” Said Trevor, searching for the correct words. “Is he really wearing a diaper?”

I laughed and nodded, “Show him, Peter!”

Peter’s fingers trembled as he grasped the hem of his skirt, lifting it up ever so slightly to expose his Princess Pampers underneath. He must have wet them 3 or 4 more times on the way over here, because they now had a yellow tint to them and they were drooping almost to the floor.

“Holy shit!” Trevor laughed, unable to contain himself.

“But wait! There’s more!” I giggled, feeling like a salesman for an infomercial as I pointed out all of the humiliating features to Peter’s outfit. “See his binky? It’s shaped like a dick because wittle Petey wuvsss sucking on one of those allll day! Dontcha Petey??”

Peter tried to say something to the contrary, but before he could, I was stuffing the 5 inch penis pacifier into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He started choking and gagging, but I held the back of his head firm. Once I was satisfied with how much he was drooling all over himself like a big, dumb baby, I let the paci go, making sure Peter didn’t let it drop, which of course he didn’t. He knew better.

“And you see his legs? How silky smooth they are? Wittle Petey has to shave everyy dayy…” I was so excited to show him off, like a girl showing a dolly to her parents. “And in order to keep him from cumming I have this special cage inside his diaper which—well you can’t see right now until we change his diaper. Unless…Petey do you want your diaper changed right now??”

Peter’s eyes went wide with horror. Usually he jumps at any chance to get a fresh diaper, but that seemed to be the worst possible scenario for him at the moment, which of course made me want to do it all the more.

“Awww!! Wittle Petey is shy!!” I cooed as he furiously shook his head ‘no’ to the prospect of a change. “Don’t worry, sweetheart! Mommy and Daddy are right here!!”

I laughed as I took his trembling hand and laid him backwards onto the floor. Slinging the diaper bag off my shoulder and plopping it down. Peter was pleading with his eyes, silently begging me not to do this in front of his friend, but we were far past that. I smiled as I lifted up his skirt, snapping into Mommy mode.

“What a wet baby girl you are!!” I mewed, prodding and poking the pissy padding of his diaper. I pressed a hand down onto the front and began peeling the tapes. Once the diaper was unfastened, I grinned at both Peter and Trevor. This was always a special moment for me, when you first open that diaper and reveal the contents. It’s even better when you expose it to someone new.

Trevor had to cover his face to keep from spewing with laughter, Peter had to cover his face to hide his shame. Underneath the soaking wet diaper was Peter’s pruned and puny penis. Tucked tightly inside his stainless steel cage.

“What is that thing?” Trevor asked incredulously, leaning forward out of curiosity to get a better view.

“It’s called a ‘chastity device’” I explained, grabbing the front of it and jiggling it mockingly, “keeps the wittle baby from pleasuring himself when Mommy doesn’t want him to”

I was reminded of the incident from earlier at the Daycare, and thought this would be the perfect time to bring it up.

“But that didn’t stop wittle Petey today, did it?” I asked, eyeing him. Peter looked positively horrified, “Tell Daddy what you did, Peter. Tell him why you got in trouble at Daycare today.”

I tried to pull the penis paci from his mouth, he actually did a decent job of holding it in before I could pry it out properly. When his mouth was empty, he squirmed, looking back and forth from me to Trevor. “I…i was playing with the ring stand…” he said. Then he stopped, like that was it.

He obviously needed more prodding. “Playing with it where, sweetheart?”

“In the play area…”

“Don’t be coy, what were you doing with it when your Betasitters saw you?”

He looked so uncomfortable. Like he was loath to admit it to anyone, much less his best friend. He hung his head and muttered “I was…putting it in my bum bum…”

I thought his face was about to explode from how much blood was rushing to it. Trevor looked back and forth from me to him in disbelief, then burst out laughing. “Are you serious?!” he jeered,  “I mean I knew you were walking around wearing diapers and shit, but I thought it was just cause you had to. Now you’re shoving random stuff up your butt?! I knew you were weird, man, but…”

“It’s this stupid cage!!” Peter blubbered, descending into full-on tears now, “I can’t get any…relief!! I just want…something!!” He covered his face and wiped away his snot. I placed a consoling hand on his thigh.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy knows what you want…” I fished around in the diaper bag until I found what I was looking for. It didn’t take me long, it was quite large. I pulled it out and watched his eyes go even larger. “Why don’t you tell Daddy what this is…”

Peter sniffled, his bottom lip quivering, “It’s a…butt plug…” he sighed, “a big one…”

I don’t think Trevor actually needed the explanation, but he laughed all the same.

“And since you just loooove putting things up your bum bum I figured this would be perfect! You can show Daddy what a little butt slut you are!!”

He winced every time I said the word ‘Daddy’, like it was causing him physical pain. But he winced even more when I put a dollop of lube on the plug and pressed it to his hole. “Shhhh” I cooed as he whimpered, placing a hand on his belly to keep him from squirming away. He wriggled as I pressed it further, like he was trying to slide up across the floor in order to escape. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He knew better. It was best to hold still while Mommy was doing anything to him, otherwise his behavior would lead to even harsher punishments. I gently worked the plug into his puckered pansy pussy. It probably would have taken a lot longer, if he wasn’t already a bit relaxed from his escapades earlier. It always surprised me how much his ass was able to take. I remember when I genuinely thought this plug would never fit, but he continues to prove me wrong in that regard. I tapped the base of the plug mockingly once it was tucked between his cheeks. His cage leaked a fresh batch of loser tears to match his face.

“How does that feel, baby? Are you all better now?” I gave him the look that said you better fucking answer the way I want you to.

“Yes Mommy…thank you.” he sniffled pathetically.

I smiled at the power I had over him as I pulled out a fresh diaper. I took the time to unfurl and fluff it, letting the silence between us exacerbate the anxiety that Peter felt. “Lift up, dear.” I finally told him. He whined a bit as he raised his hips up, clenching his cheeks around the large plug. I slid the diaper underneath him and let him lay down on top of it gingerly. I put the penis pacifier back into his mouth much to his chagrin, then got to work on powdering the area. Finally, I pulled the front of his diaper up and taped it tight. The diaper doubled as a way to humiliate him, and assure that the plug stayed put. Not that it was in danger of falling out anyway…

I grabbed his arms and pulled him up into the sitting position. He grimaced at the pain in his bottom as his weight shifted on top of it. I wrapped my arms around him in a motherly embrace, smiling down at him. “Why don’t you go sit on Daddy’s lap, hmm? Get to know him a little..”

Peter eyed me in that way when I knowingly say something ridiculous–of course they already know each other, they’ve been best friends for years–but he could tell I had a gleam in my eye, like I’d made up my mind and there was no sense arguing about it. He suckled his paci and let both eyelids fall as he crawled over to Trevor.

Both he and Trevor looked at me with uncertainty. All I had to do was nod, and Peter hung his head, and began climbing on top of his best friend’s lap. Trevor looked noticeably uncomfortable, but that was okay, he would get used to it, and probably even learn to like it. Peter shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot to sit on Trevor’s leg. But it turns out there was no way to get comfy with a giant plug up your ass. He eventually settled on straddling over Trevor’s leg.

“Don’t you two look just adorable?” I said, pulling out my phone. “Smile!”

Trevor smiled awkwardly, but Peter stayed looking pouty. It made for a great picture to show my girlfriends later.

“Peter loves being bounced on my knee…” I explained, “I’m sure he would love to bounce on Daddy’s too!”

Peter’s face jaw dropped so fast, his paci fell out. I giggled as I picked it up and returned it to his mouth, pinching his cheek.

Trevor smiled, putting his hand around Peter’s hips and working his leg up on his tip-toes, then dropping back down. Peter gave a noticeable ‘harumph’ as his bottom slammed down and Trevor’s leg and the plug as well.

Trevor and I giggled. “I think he likes it!” I encouraged, “Go faster!”

Peter’s 5’8 stature and mid-weight seemed to not be a factor as Trevor started gyrating his leg like he were a toddler. Peter rumbled and grumbled as his plug continually pounded against Trevor’s leg. He tried to stand up, to keep his butt off of Trevor’s knee, but Trevor shot that down real quick.

“Keep your fucking feet in the air!” he barked. Getting into it now and asserting his dominant Alpha presence. It was so hot. “Put your hands behind your back!”

Peter followed the orders of his best friend, putting his arms behind him like he were getting arrested. Trevor took both of Peter’s wrists in one of his large hands and used it hold him down firmly onto his leg while he bumped it up and down. Peter’s pathetic whimpers were muffled but the rubber dick in his mouth, which kept falling down and swinging by the ribbon. I obviously obliged in placing it back in. But not before watching him bite his lip in what I can only assume was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I took more pictures and videos of his pathetic predicament.

This went on for several minutes. Trevor making Peter switch to a different leg when the other one got tired. Peter’s abbreviated, staccato groans continued to make Trevor and I both giggle.

“M-m-m-mommy…I…” he rumbled, his pathetic voice stammering from the humiliation and the bouncing.

“What is it sweetie?”

“I th-th-th-think I…”

“What?”

“I’m g-g-g-gonna…”

Then his face flushed. He squirmed as much as Trevor’s powerful arms would allow him. He exhaled hard around his paci, then inhaled sharply. His legs quaked and quivered. His thighs clenched around Trevor’s leg. He convulsed several times, letting out the most pathetic of moans. Then he relaxed and deflated.

“Did he just…?” Trevor asked.

I strutted over and slipped a finger through the waistband of the front of his diaper. I felt a warm, sticky glob of goo.

“Yes…he did.” I sighed, “He just came…”

Trevor tilted his head back and roared. “Just from that?? From bouncing on my knee?”

Even to me it was pathetic. I’d seen Peter spurt and leak when I’d finger or fuck his ass before. But I never would have imagined something like this. I shrugged, speechless.

“So…watta we do now?” Trevor asked.

“We spank him.” I said coldly.

******

Peter, who was already crying from the shame of cumming from his bouncies, cried harder now.

He was bent over the coffee table, his diaper pulled down enough to expose his plugged ass. Trevor was holding down his quivering body. I spun the wooden paddle in my hand menacingly. Running it over his skin riddled with gooseflesh, building the anticipation.

“You were a very bad boy today at Daycare.” I chided, reminding him why were were doing this, “and then you embarrassed me in front of Daddy by cumming in your Pampers without permission.”

He whimpered something inaudible. I couldn’t make it out between the paci (which was tied tighter) and his blubbering tears. Not that I cared what he had to say.

“You will get 20 swats from me…” I said, which was met by more pathetic whimpers and pleas, “and 30 from Daddy.”

Trevor had to lean his weight on Peter now to keep him still. His hands were cuffed, but he was still quite the wriggly worm when he wanted to be.

Once Trevor stifled Peter’s protests, I pulled the paddle back. I loved watching him twitch and wince in anticipation. The way his little cheeks puckered and clenched, even with that plug in there. I brought the paddle down on his right cheek. Listening to him squeal. I brought it back into the air again, he wriggled more now after he knew the pain he was in for. Trevor braced as another hit slammed against Peter’s left cheek.

Then I started unloading.

Back and forth, back and forth from cheek to cheek. Taking out all my frustrations of him being a naughty boy at Daycare onto his poor, helpless little backside. He was crying and sniffling pretty hard by the time I got to 20.

“I think it’s Daddy’s turn…” I giggled.

Trevor smiled as he released his hold on Peter, who was now positively distraught. “Please! No! I’ve had enough!” he begged around his paci, “Please! Don’t make Trevor do it! Please!’

I leaned down next to him as Trevor and I switched places. “Awww!! Sweetie! But don’t you see? You still haven’t learned. You called him ‘Trevor’ and not ‘Daddy’! Which means he needs to show you who’s boss…”

I gave Trevor a nod and, without hesitation, he started wailing on Peter’s ass with the paddle.

Peter squirmed and writhed on the table. I held him down with as much as my 120lb frame would allow, but it was like trying to contain a greased pig. He bucked me backward onto the floor. I was overcome with fury, but before I could get up to do anything, Trevor slammed Peter down onto the table. Hard.

“You will hold fucking still until i’m done!” He growled. Peter’s struggling immediately subsided. The fear of God in his eyes. While he was overcome with terror I was overcome with lust. Seeing Trevor establish dominance like that gave me a rush of emotion. Of need for him. He was the Alpha. And my beta bitch of a husband was crying like a baby as Trevor continued to paddle his ass. But as much Peter cried and whined and whimpered, he stayed still. Well, as much as he could as the paddle came down again and again onto his bright red cheeks. Trevor swung much harder than I did, and it showed.

By the time he reached 50, Peter had leaked a puddle of tears all over the floor, and I was leaking into my panties from being so turned on. Trevor’s grunts and heavy breathing while he paddled my husband’s ass were too much for me to handle.

“What?” Trevor asked when he saw my face.

“I need you. Now.”

******

Trevor grabbed me with a primal necessity. Like he’d been waiting for this the whole time. He lifted me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around his hips and could feel him already getting hard. We kissed passionately as he laid me down on top of Peter, who was still bent over the coffee table. The air squeaked out of Peter as my full weight pressed down on him, in addition to Trevor pinning me down and kissing me down my neck. He ripped my blouse open, then reached behind me, between Peter and I’s backs, finding the clasp of my bra and snapping it free with expert efficiency. Trevor grabbed and squeezed my breasts with the perfect amount of tension and desire. Kissing and nibbling my nipples while Peter squirmed beneath us. Trevor reached under my skirt, between my legs. He chuckled as soon as he touched my panties, probably laughing at how wet I already was. He pulled them down and tossed them to the side, then started undoing his belt. I wriggled on top of my wiggling husband, my thighs aching to have Trevor between them. Peter couldn’t see anything from his vantage, but he had to feel the heat radiating off of me. Trevor’s cock was already rock hard when he dropped his pants.

I’ve never really found penises attractive. I like what they do and how they make me feel, sure. But I've never been particularly excited by the sight of them. Trevor, however, has the most beautiful dick I've ever seen, and I wanted every single inch inside me.

Trevor obviously obliged. Standing between my legs, aiming it into my gaping and eager pussy, which accepted him hungrily. As he slid in, I kept thinking he had exhausted his length, but even after months of us fucking, I still wasn’t used to how much length he actually had.

Once he was fully inside, he started slowly working himself in and out. Building up speed and rhythm. Peter actually gave small little grunts with each thrust, probably because Trevor’s balls were smacking against the plug in his ass.

Trevor was fucking me like he’d never done before. It was always great, but this time he had a different sort of confidence. Like he knew he was the Alpha in this relationship and he was showing it off. There was obviously no disagreement on my part, as I welcomed every single thrust with a loud, accordant moan.

Poor Petey was sniveling quite a bit beneath me, though. So I wanted him to feel included.

“Hold on..” I told Trevor. Sliding him out of me, standing, and pulling Peter’s pampers up over his reddened cheeks. “Turn over!” I told him.

Peter looked perturbed, but didn’t argue as he flipped over on the coffee table and laid on his back and his cuffed arms.

I removed his paci and straddles his face. Letting him feel the juices raining off of me. “Lick!” I ordered, not caring whether he licked my ass or pussy, though he gratefully licked both as if he were just happy to be included.

Trevor got behind me, bending me over so that I was in the 69 position over Peter, not that any of that would be happening even if his Pampers weren’t in the way.

Peter was still licking my clit as Trevor pressed into my pussy. That amount of pleasure was almost too much for me to handle, but I managed. I felt Peter squirming as Trevor’s balls rested on his face. Trevor and I both laughed at his predicament, but it didn’t kill the mood. If anything, it only heightened it. Trevor was taking such a delight in rubbing it in Peter’s face…literally.

“You always thought you were better than me,” Trevor taunted Peter, then he shoved his dick into me, making me moan, “how’d that work out?”

Trevor seemed harder than usual as he fucked me with more vigorous strokes. Like he was proud to be in the Alpha position, and was establishing his dominance over the beta beneath him. Obviously I was pleased with this. Having a big, strong man fuck my brains out while my loser of a husband licked from below was putting me in a spin of euphoria. I giggled down at Peter’s pampers beneath me. Tickling the front and feeling the outlines of his penis prison. His squirming from underneath told me my teasing was working.

Suddenly Trevor slipped out. I waited eagerly for him to slip it back in but it never came. When I looked back, he was smiling down at himself. Actually, he was smiling down at Peter, who was struggling to handle the dick Trevor was shoving in his mouth. “Taste your wife’s juices, bitch! Don’t you use any fucking teeth or i’ll make you get all of them removed. Then you’ll really look like a pathetic little baby!”

Oh my god it was so fucking hot to watch him take control. And making Peter suck his dick?  Unnnghh that was just icing on the cake. I was writhing on top of Peter. Needing to feel Trevor in me again. Finally, I heard Trevor withdraw his cock with a plop and pressed it into me again. Banging his hips into mine.

“Holy fuck i’m gonna cum!!” I groaned, feeling it rising up inside me almost immediately as he reentered. My legs quaked, squeezing around Peter’s head. It started at my toes, crescendoing through me like a symphony building to the climax. Like pressure building in a volcano.

Then it erupted.

******

When I finally regained my senses, my legs were soaked.

“What happened?” I asked, feeling like I just blacked out.

“You squirted,” Trevor chuckled, “all over his face.”

I flushed in embarrassment. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” Trevor reassured, as if there were anything to be ashamed of, “at least he can’t deny you enjoyed it!”

******

Peter was on the floor pretending to play with his rattles. His plug was still in, so he raised his bum off the floor as much as he could. Trevor was getting ready for his 6pm shift. He straightened up his shirt, his hair still disheveled from earlier.

“Well I'm off to work,” he told me, giving me a hug and a long, sensual kiss.

I smiled up at him afterwards, then down at Peter. “Say bye to Daddy, sweetums!”

Peter looked up with that big stupid paci in his mouth. Eyeing us back and forth, face still glistening from my juices before. “Bye..Daddy…” he whimpered.

“Bye loser! Don’t go sticking any of  those toys in your butt while I'm gone!” Trevor mocked. We both laughed.

“Do you think you could pick him up from Daycare tomorrow?” I asked, tracing a line along the abs poking through his shirt. “I was hoping to have a spa day.”

Trevor looked a little hesitant, then smiled. “Of course. I can keep an eye on the little guy until you get back.”

“Thanks! I’ll be sure to make it up to you!” I promised with a wink, then nodded over at Peter, “We both will.”