This is a continuation of the first part of Baby Boy Damien, but instead of making something in a chronological fashion, like a book, I'd rather just have random snippets of Damien and his daddy's lives together, not necessarily in any particular order. They're just based on what my horny mind is thinking of.
As always, if you are under 18, or raunch or anything ABDL is illegal in your country, please don't continue reading. This story features scat and scenes where two consenting adults are engaging in a sexual relationship with an aspect of diapers, raunch, and humiliation as main elements.
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xoxoxoxo -Devin
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It was a Saturday afternoon. Daddy had been busy all day, catching up on work he'd gotten behind on, while I had been wasting the day away playing video games and eating and watching TV in the game room. I could hear him getting frustrated in the next room, but I didn't like to bother Daddy while he was doing business. In fact, I really hadn't seen much of my daddy all day, resulting in my diaper to become swollen and heavy with boy pee. Normally, Daddy would change me several times a day, but I think he was trying to teach me a lesson for soaking my diapee too often.
So there I sat, slightly uncomfortable in my wet diaper but had a raging boner, in the game room, catching up on some of my favorite shows on Netflix. At about eight PM, my daddy finally finished. He came in to the game room and immediately noticed my diaper was full and wet, judging by the nonexistent color strips on the front.
"Guess somebody needs to be changed." Daddy said, and I held my arms up in the air. He was strong enough to hoist me off the couch and hold me in one of his big, muscular arms as he took me into our bedroom. He had turned one part of the room into a baby area for me, including renovating a worn-down coffee table into a changing station, complete with dinosaur-covered cushions and pillows so I could be comfy.
He lay me on my back, holding my legs up in the air, while I had a huge grin on my face. This was the best. Daddy undid my tape and let my soaking-wet and heavy diaper flap open. The cold air hit my partially hard cock and I shivered. I hadn't been out of my diaper all day.
"No poo? You haven't made a mess all day, Damien! Good boy!"
I was still grinning.
"Here, I brought you some juice." He handed me a small sippy cup and I began to drink happily. It was definitely an alcoholic drink, probably apple juice mixed with vodka. Although little boys don't get to drink, my daddy was making a special exception for me.
He held my legs up higher, and pulled out some wet wipes and began to clean off my hairless bottom. I could tell Daddy was horny because I could feel his rock-hard pee pee pressing up against my right thigh. Daddy made eye contact with me and slowly moved the wet wipe closer to my own pee pee, which was now fully hard.
Daddy finished cleaning me up with wipes and started to touch my pee pee. "Wow, what a big boy you are. Does Damien wanna show me how big of a boy he is?"
I smiled and put my hand down to my hard pee pee. Daddy whipped his out of his pants as well. It was beautiful. A good seven and a half inches, covered with a nice, thick dark-brown bush, and uncut. While both of us touched our own cocks, Daddy began to lube up a finger, before slipping it inside of me. I let out a small moan, letting my head fall back into the cushioned part of my changing table.
I continued to jerk my pee pee off while my Daddy did his, and he continued to finger me. First one finger, then two, and then made it to three. I thought for sure he wanted to fuck me, but I knew that I didn't want to be rude and ask.
Within a few minutes of my Daddy rubbing my prostate, I was ready to cum. I let out a moan and beat my hairless pee pee off as cum shot everywhere, all over my tummy and chest. This turned Daddy on, and he began to shoot as well, making sure to coat my wet pee pee with his own juice as much as possible.
When we both finished, he refused to clean anything up below my tummy, putting on a fresh, new diaper, helping me into some shorts and a black t-shirt.
"Come on, we've got some errands to do."
I loved errands with Daddy. They were the absolute best.
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A few hours later, after making rounds to the mall and several stores, it was almost eleven o'clock at night. We'd snagged some McDonald's and then parked at a local grocery store chain that was open for 24 hours. I loved just browsing with Daddy, because we'd always find the best stuff to take home. Especially toys.
We walked around for a bit, going from the toy aisle to the movie aisle, and then to the candy aisle. I really wanted some candy, and Daddy said that I could get some if I was a good boy and didn't mess my diaper for the rest of the day. I promised that I wouldn't, and he let me pick out whatever box of candy I wanted.
"Damien? Mark? Hey!" I turned around to see one of Daddy's friends, a guy named Greg, at the end of the aisle.
"Hey dude, what's up!" Daddy gave him a big hug. Greg came over and pat me on the back. Greg also had a little boy named Eric, and we would have playdates from time to time.
"How are you, little guy? Being a good boy?" Greg flashed a beautiful smile at me, while checking out the box of candy I held in my hands.
Before I could respond, my stomach made this horrible, gurgling noise. The immediate pain took my breath away. I didn't know what was going on. I hadn't eaten anything horrible today, I got a little kids meal at McDonalds, and that was it.
"We're about to go check out, what about you?" Daddy asked Greg, who held his grocery basket up to signal that he was ready to check out, too.
"Well come on Damien, let's get going."
I couldn't move. My tummy was hurting too bad. I knew I had to go. But I didn't want to, or else I wasn't going to get any candy.
"Come on, Damien!" I struggled, still firmly planted in my spot.
Daddy came and pulled me by the arm, and took us to the check out lane. There was still a self-checkout lane or two open, so we went there. Daddy was taking a long time to pay for the stuff we were getting, and I could tell that I couldn't hold my poo much longer. I had to go.
"Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom." I said, quietly.
"Hmm?" Daddy didn't seem phased at all. "Hold on, Damien. Daddy's busy."
"But Daddy..."
"Damien, I can't leave our stuff out here while I take you to go to the bathroom. You should have said something earlier."
I couldn't speak anymore. I tried to put my weight on my other foot to take my mind off my tummy, but I couldn't bare it. My hole just let go and in a split second, my diapee began to fill with stinky poo. My bum cheeks felt warm and wet as it spread throughout my entire diaper. I couldn't control myself. I groaned, holding my stomach while my bowels let go into my diaper. Daddy looked at me, and Greg had just finished paying and joined us, looking at me in astonishment.
I finally finished, and Daddy looked furious. He didn't say anything, but threw my candy into the returned-items bin to the right. I was too mortified to even speak. Daddy finished paying, and took me by the arm and pulled me outside. I was so humiliated, but so turned on at the same time. It was crazy. I had just pooped my pants, completely out of my control. Greg had his typical huge smile on his face while Daddy pulled me into the car.
"Oh, no no no. You are not sitting on my nice leather seats with a full diaper. Greg, give me some cover, please?" Greg's huge frame blocked us out from public view. Daddy took me into the back seat, ushered me down on my back, and began to undo my pants. I was about to be changed outdoors!
He pulled my unstained pants off, revealing my destroyed diaper to him and his buddy. "Jeez..." Greg said, looking back at me. "Covered front to back. Your boy is a big pooper, isn't he?"
Daddy got a little cocky, "Hell yeah he is. Fucking nasty boy."
I was red from embarrassment. "You like pooping yourself in public? You fucking freak. Making me diaper you up all the time while you just shit your pants nonstop. Look at this!" He had just opened up my destroyed diaper, and I could finally see that my entire dick and inner thighs were covered in brown poo. "This is not something a guy in his twenties should be doing!"
Greg looked back, "These fucking twinks, man, always into freaky shit." I was still mortified.
Daddy began to wipe me clean, emptying out a grocery bag to put the wipes in. It took a lot of work but Daddy finally got me all cleaned up. "Get a look at this pathetic little dick, dude."
More humiliation? I was still processing the fact that I had ruined my diaper in public. But I was still incredibly turned on.
"You should fucking lock that little cocklet up, dude. Gets in the way of changing and makes such a damn mess. When's the last time this pathetic boy got to cum?"
"Earlier today, didn't even notice I slipped a laxative in his hole, too. Two for one." Daddy and Greg high-fived.
"What should we do?"
"Man, I got a cock-lock in my car. It'll fit your boy perfectly." Greg rushed off to his car, only a few lanes away. He returned with a cardboard box, taped up, and handed it to Daddy.
Daddy opened it up, and I recognized the cage my cock would be in. I'd seen it in porn, but never had the nerve to ask my daddy to do it. But I couldn't handle it. They both waited for my pee pee to soften up before fastening it into the plastic trap. It felt very uncomfortable at first, and I began to harden, but it prevented me from getting more than a semi-boner. I was still blushing.
"Good riddance. Let me know how that thing works out. Little boys aren't supposed to touch their pee pees anyway."
"Fuck yeah, dude. Thanks a lot. See you later?"
"Yeah man, catch you later." Greg didn't even say goodbye to me as he walked off.
"Nasty ass boy. Now maybe you won't get so filthy for attention. I'm not gonna let you touch your boy pee pee for awhile, okay? You make me change your disgusting diapers, so that's your plus. My cock is the only thing you should be focusing on in this case. So, it's like yours doesn't even exist. Okay?"
I nodded, still feeling the night breeze against my open, clean legs. Daddy held my legs up again, not caring who saw, and diapered me back up. He made me sit in the back while we drove home, and I was finally able to process what had just happened.
Daddy had given me a laxative while he fingered me, took me out knowing I couldn't hold a day's worth of poo in, and then belittled me when he was changing my messy diaper. Greg's cock-lock was an added bonus. For both of us. Even though I couldn't get hard for the life of me, I was still turned on as fuck. My daddy was the best.