“Your Dad wanted me to show you this diaper cuck,” Chad says, horny.
You watch your Dads cock slide in and out of another boys hole. Your boner straightens behind the thick messy diaper. The camera pans over to Daddy’s face, sweat beading down his face. “Oliver, hope you enjoy this”

You recognize the sound from the video. It’s Daddy moaning—followed by balls slapping against a hole. Chad tugs at his pants, his boner hardening. He approaches you, pinching his nose from the blow out you had. As he flips the phone to show you the video, your heart beats faster and faster.

Chad eyes you as you come back, crawling, diaper sagging and a brown discoloration showing. “Oooft Oliver. God damn. You sure stank up the place.”
Chad’s phone chirps as he gets a text from Daddy. It’s video of him pounding another boy. A boy who doesn’t wear diapers. Who isn’t caged.

You try so hard no to fill the seat of your pampers. You fidget as cartoons are being played on TV. Ten minutes pass, and the pressure is too much. You crawl behind the couch, and push your big boy thoughts into the seat of your diaper. The room fills with a scent that could welt plants.

Of your diaper. “Oh you’re a soaker aren’t you?”
You can’t contain your excitement. His hand is slowly moving up and down, your boner is straining under the cage.
An hour passes and Chad hasn’t changed you wet. You feel your gut twist as the bottle Dad fed you is starting to kick in

You try to hid your face behind the bottle, your face is red as a tomato. You’re so embarrassed that you begin peeing your diaper. The silence between you and Chad is filled with a trickling and your diaper soaking in your pee.
Chad chuckles, leaning forward he presses his hand against the front

A couple twenty’s for pizza and drinks. “His bedtime is 830.”
“No problem, I’m used to babysitting.” Chad crouches, tussling your hair.
“Be a good boy for Chad, I’ll see you when I get home.” Daddy leaves the room and the door clicks behind him.
“When did you become a diaper boy? Huh Oliver?”

Daddy helps you sit up, the bulk of your diaper bulges out. You immediately recognize him. He was in your college biology class. Your face reddens with embarrassment.
“Hey there kiddo,” Chad says, his voice deep and strong.
“I’ll be home by 1-2am,” Daddy says, pulling out his wallet. He hands Chad

Footsteps fade into the hallway. The door opens and it’s a tall, bearded man, muscles jacked out of his tank top, covered in tattoos. Daddy escorts him to the living room where you’re still on your back, legs incapable of closing because of your thick diaper.
“Oliver, this is Chad.” Dad approaches

I have to agree with your Dad. WFH boys should be kept in diapers. Focus on work, less on potty.

That’s a good boy

You see Daddy’s hip rock forward, tightening. His balls pull up, his cock hardening. He thrusts forward releasing his special milk into your mouth as you hump and hump your full messy diaper. Both Daddy you and cum. Both loads in you. Daddy’s breath is ragged as he pats your butt
“Good boy” He rasps

You open your mouth around his member, slowly swallowing it as you watch Daddy’s shoulders loosen, stress melting away. He places a hand on your messy bottom and squeezes. It sends a rush of blood toward your rock hard stiffy.
Humping your diaper, your rhythm picks up. Your mouth full of Daddy

He pulls his white briefs down and your eyes widen at the sight of Daddy’s special pacifier. He pulls the one from your mouth and points his hard member toward your mouth.
“You can only make stickies if you suck Daddy’s pacifier.”