Diaper Dare

Diaper Dare by Mudcubstories@mudcub.com

I woke up before Brian did. My dick was hard -- I often get a hardon in the mornings. I curled up to Brian and snuggled with him. I put my arm over his hairy shoulder and pulled his torso into me. I was the Big Spoon.

I was naked, but Brian wasn't. He had on a diaper, and this was the first he'd ever worn one through the whole night. I ground my dick into the plastic. It felt good, like humping a pillow. All that padding. And man, my dick was hard. I bet I could have ripped a hole in the back if I tried hard enough. Yeah, I could have fucked Brian in the ass, right through the cotton.

I guess I got carried away because Brian woke up.

"Mmmrph," said Brian, rolling over.

"Good morning," I said.

"Ah, fuck," Brian replied.

I massaged the front of Brian's diaper. Like me, he was hard.

"How do you feel?" I asked. I kept stroking Brian's cock. I was pinching the front of it through all those layers, trying to find the head of his dick.

"Mmmmm," Brian said, smiling. "Good," he answered, "I guess."

"You guess?" I said, continuing the tease. "Do you have to piss?"

I knew like me, Brian always took a leak in the morning. Usually, he was the first to get up. He would sit bolt upright and instantly head to the bathroom. Well, not today.

"It feels weird," Brian added. He started to shift to get up, and I was on top of him.

"Not so fast!" I taunted.

I outweighed Brian by a good twenty pounds. But he was the better athlete. But I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards me. In a second, I was on top of him, straddling his legs.

"Not until you suck me off," I said.

I slid up Brian's body, resting my weight on his stomach. I knew this did two things. First of all, Brian could see my hardon bobbing in the air a few feet in front of his face. But also, it put a WHOLE lot of pressure on his bladder.

"Oof," exhaled Brian. He started to complain. "Wait, I gotta..."

I interrupted him. "No, you have to do everything I tell you to do today!"

You see, there was a bet involved. Brian and I always had a thing going. He and I were both "switches". Actually, I think Brian was more of a bottom, but losing a bet was the only way he would allow himself to become the pigboy he desperately wanted to be.

In fact, losing a bet was how I fucked him for the first time. In college, I lost a bet where I had to give Brian a blowjob. Ok, I intentionally lost that bet. But after I sucked him to orgasm, Brian was hooked. We had made a LOT of bets since that first time.

Usually the loser of the bet got fucked. Or tied up. Lately, the bondage punishments had gotten longer and longer. I lost some stupid deal last month and ended up mummified for a whole weekend. I got Brian back though. This latest forfeit was a really good one. Brian had to wear a diaper for a whole day.

We started at midnight. I wouldn't let Bri go to sleep at his usual time. We stayed up late, and I could tell he was nervous. We just watched some Netflix and drank beer. I made sure Brian drank a LOT of beer before bedtime.

I had also made sure dinner was a good one. I had cooked Mexican food: tons of tacos, chips with guac, a huge plateful of beans. I knew Brian probably regretted being a pig last night and eating so much. Everything was going according to plan.

When twelve o'clock hit, I made Brian wait outside the bedroom for a long time. He had to stand at attention like a slave, his hands held politely behind his back, his eyes cast downwards. Legs apart to let his big hairy balls swing freely. I closed the bedroom door and made him wait for a good fifteen minutes. I got my equipment ready. But I also was trying to up the anticipation.

When I opened the door again, Brian was waiting like a Good Boy. His dick was hard... I know he was excited about what was going to happen. I grabbed one hand around his neck and led him to the bed. On the bed was a towel and a fresh clean diaper waiting for him.

I chose an Abena Abri-Form. XL. Brian's a big muscular boy. I don't know if Brian had ever seen a diaper before... this was a new kink for him and he wasn't expecting it. He started to complain.

"But..." he started.

"Nope." I cut him off. "You have to do everything I tell you." I turned him around with his back to the bed. "And that includes this."

I sat Brian on the diaper and adjusted things to the comfortable back of it was positioned in the right place.

"Hold your legs up." I ordered.

Brian did so, and I swear, his face instantly turned red. There's something embarrassing about holding that position. His hands held onto his beefy ankles, and he was showing me his ass. I knew he could feel the cold air of the bedroom on his hole.

Again, I'm kind of a sadist. I could have diapered him right then and there, but instead I turned around and went into the nearby bathroom. I made Brian wait while holding that uncomfortable position.

I returned with a bunch of stuff. Baby oil. Lotion. Powder. All this stuff did two things. First of all, I knew all these unusual things would have a feel and smell that would further humiliate Brian and make him feel like a baby. But also, I knew good preparation would prevent any diaper rash. Because Brian was going to be wearing that diaper for a LONG time.

Plus, massaging Brian was a lot of fun. I make him keep holding his legs up, while I poured a bunch of lotion on my hands. I made sure Brian could watch me do it, warming the stuff up to body temperature. Then, I put my hands all over Brian. ALL over him, from his balls all over his taint, rubbing slow circle from the inside of his thighs to his belly.

I made sure not to touch his dick, but it was throbbing. A drop of precum started forming at the tip... Brian was always a dripper when he was really excited. I moved up and down and made sure he was really coated.

Then I switched to the lotion. That went on his shaft. I knew it would burn a bit, but it was good for him. "Unghhh," he moaned as I grabbed his shaft. I started to pump up and down. Occasionally I would stop to add more lotion. Better safe than sorry.

Brian started wriggling. I could smell the odor from his pits, as his muscles strained to keep the position holding his legs up. Sweat broke out all over his chest and over his brow. Brian closed his eyes and gave himself up to the slow teasing handjob I was giving him.

But I didn't let Brian cum. Not that night. After years of playing with his dick, I knew when he was about to shoot. I stopped as I could feel the pressure building. Brian looked up at me with puppydog eyes when I quickly pulled my hands away.

"Nnnnth" he grunted.

"Nope," I said, "Not tonight. We've got to get you to bed.

I shook the baby powder all over Brian's crotch and the smell of it filled the room. "Drop your legs," I commanded, and let Brian relax. I grabbed the front of the diaper and flipped it up to cover his crotch. I tucked Brian's gooey hardon into the front, making sure the head couldn't poke over the top.

All of these sensations were new for Brian. I'm surprised he didn't shoot right then and there. He was so close, like a ruined orgasm. He looked curiously as I removed the blue tape on the sides of the diaper and pulled it closed tightly against his crotch.

Then to be sure, I got a roll of duct tape. I told Brian to stand up, and he sat on the edge of the bed, then stood on shaky legs. I stuck the tape to the front of the diaper, and then went around and around in several layers, sealing the diaper VERY securely.

First, I didn't want the diaper to fall off. It was going to get a lot of use during the next 24 hours. But also, I didn't want Brian playing with himself when I slept. I pulled the top of the diaper so tight that Bri couldn't slip a hand in there even if he wanted to. And I knew right at that moment he really wanted to.

We had been playing for over an hour, and we had both worked hard that day. So, I walked over to the corner bedsheet and pulled it down. "Get into bed," I commanded, "You have a busy day ahead of you.

It took me a while to get to sleep. I could feel Brian stirring next to me. I knew with the unaccustomed feelings around his hips that he was having a hard time falling asleep too. But after a few minutes, I heard him start to snore and I knew he was out like a light. I reached down to play with my own dick, but before anything happened, I was fast asleep, too.

As I said, I woke up with a hardon as Brian did. But since Brian had all that thick padding on, there's nothing he could do about it. However, there was something I could do. Or rather, something Brian could do for me. And I wasn't going to let him get out of bed without giving me a blowjob. Which led me to sitting on top of him right after I woke him up.

"Midnight to midnight, that was our deal," I reminded him. "You're my slave."

"Oh fuck," recalled Brian, thinking. He was still sleepy but remembered his promise. "Yeah."

I slid up a bit further, sitting on Brian's chest. My pulsing dick was just inches from his lips. Slowly, Brian got the idea and his lips parted. I slipped my dick inside his mouth and held just the tip in there. Brian started sucking. He had done this many times before, usually after losing some kind of wager.

Damn that felt good. After these first years moving in with Brian after college, he had gotten really good at dicksucking. I had taught him well, taught him exactly how I liked him doing it. Lots of suction. No teeth.

Brian got into it. He's always horny in the morning. He reached his hands to my waist and pulled me fully into his throat. Fuck! It felt like velvet, like a hot wet tunnel into his soul.

I started to buck against Brian's face. I love it when I get a good speed and my balls start slapping him on his chin. I don't have the longest dick, but Brian says it fits just great inside him. If I grind my pelvis hard into him, I can kind of make him gag, and he hates that. Usually I just go far enough to touch the back of his throat.

Which is what I'm doing now. Riding Brian's head like it was a pony. Back and forth bumping into him. I'm starting to sweat now. Partly from the exertion and partly because this is feeling so good. I feel an orgasm building, like climbing a hill. My first orgasm of the day comes on quickly, particularly when I have to piss.

I reached behind me and smooshed the front of his diaper again, putting my weight right on his belly.

"Do you have to piss?"

Brian's eyes got wide. I knew he suddenly felt an urgent need.

"Glarfoondle! Mwahll!" He yelled. But his mouth was full of my dick so he couldn't say anything.

I stopped bucking against his face, my dick far into him. "I'm not gonna cum until you piss yourself."

Now Brian had never done this before. I know by feeling the front of the diaper that it was dry -- he hadn't pissed all night. But with all that beer in him from the night before, I knew he really had to.

But pissing while lying down is hard, I know. And Brian had never pissed himself in a diaper. All the signals in his body were telling him he couldn't wet the bed, and he struggled again to move under me to get up.

"Nope, piss first, and then I'll shoot in your mouth."

He laid there for a good five minutes, my cock sheathed in his mouth. His eyes were burning a funny anger at me. He lifted his crotch up, flexing his hardon against the diaper. But it didn't give him enough stimulation. I know it's also hard to pee when you're erect. Brian had three strikes against him.

For fun, I spent the next five minutes keeping Brian hard, slamming my hand down on his dick and making him jump. Periodically, I'm hump his mouth to keep myself hard. Brian's face was red. He was trying to clench down somehow to force the urine out, but I know it doesn't work that way. He would need to relax, and his horniness wasn't letting him do that.

But then I settled down and didn't move. I thought I'd give the poor guy a break. I stayed still to see what would happen. Brian closed his eyes and concentrated. It took a lot longer than I expected. I think his dick had to go down a bit first.

But then he let out a sound which escaped around my dick. "Oooh nooo," I heard. Brian let the floodgates loose.

And piss he did. I put my hard on the front of his diaper, and felt the front suddenly grow warm. Not wet... the absorbency of the diaper kept everything in. But Brian kept pissing and pissing and I wasn't sure the diaper was going to hold everything.

That's ok, I thought. A little piss in the bed never hurt anyone. Plus, I'd make Brian sleep in the wet spot. But the Abena diaper performed like a champ, and although it was hot and soggy, nothing came out.

I know what it feels like to finally piss after needing to for a long time. And I knew how nice it felt to piss yourself in a diaper. Brian still had his eyes closed but was smiling while my dick was still in his mouth. The look on his face was fun to see, and I found myself really excited. It was thrilling to pop Brian's "diaper cherry".

I started to fuck Brian's head again, faster and faster. Brian was still squeezing a few drops of pee out when I shot my load. I blasted cum down Brian's throat. He swallowed it all as I had taught him. Whew! That was a trip. Brian got to suck my semen at the same time he was pissing himself in a diaper. That was a first for both of us.

I closed my eyes and basked in the afterglow of that orgasm. But I didn't get off Brian's face. "Glurg?" he made a questioning noise. Shh, not yet, I wanted to say. I let my mind go blank and relaxed, my dick still in Brian's mouth.

Now it was my turn to have a hard time peeing. I'm not the kind of guy who can piss with a hardon. And after shooting I was still really sensitive. It took a minute, but soon a trickle of yellow piss same out of my dick, shooting the last of my white cum before it.

Brian's eyes got big. But my trickle turned to a steady stream. I didn't envy Bri. My first piss of the morning is always thick and strong. Stinky and darkly yellow. But I had made him drink worse.

Piss leaked around Brian's mouth as he struggled to swallow the torrent. I didn't care... piss soaked around his head into the pillow. I'd change the sheets later. After two minutes of pissing, I rolled off Brian's face and lay next to him in bed. We were both panting.

"God!" Brian gasped.

"Don't mention it," I said, and rolled over on my side to face him. "You're welcome."

I started to play with Brian's nipples. He really loves that -- he's a real nipple pig. I ran my hands down his belly and felt him shudder. I felt the front of Brian's diaper, and could tell his dick was hard again under all that sodden fabric. I should have put a cock ring on the guy before I taped him up, but oh well. Too late now.

Damn, I'm so horny in the morning. I considered playing a lot longer and bringing myself to a second orgasm but fuck it. We had a lot of stuff to do and I couldn't waste time. Reluctantly, I flopped out of bed and ordered Brian to follow me to the kitchen.

I'd like to say I forced Brian to cook me breakfast, but that's the kind of Master/slave bullshit I was too tired to do that morning. Plus, I'm a better cook that Brian, and I knew what I wanted.

Eggs, bacon, milk, toast, yogurt, orange juice. I really made a lot of food that day. I wanted Brian really stuffed for everything to come. Plus, the guy can really eat when he wants to. I had set aside everything the night before.

I made him wait sitting at the kitchen table. "Too bad we don't have a highchair," I taunted Brian. I knew that just sitting on the wooden chair in the comfortable diaper was probably a weird new feeling.

I approached the table, holding something behind my back. "But we DO have a baby bottle." I held it out for Brian to look at. It was a novelty bottle I bought online, bigger than a real baby bottle and could hold about a quart.

The look on his face was priceless. Surprise, and something else. Anger? "What-what?" He started.

"Yup," I reinforced, "you're going to drink everything in this bottle before we start."

You see, the bottle was something special. Two containers of Pedialyte. If you've never had the stuff, it's like a sickly sweet Gatorade. This was the grape flavor, which I think is one of the strongest tastes.

And the taste of the fluid was important, because I had also mixed into a bottle of grape magnesium citrate into the mix earlier. That's a laxative, if you don't know. A strong one. I gave Brian about an hour head start before it would work.

Brian was flummoxed and shook his head.

"C'mon," I coached. "Drink the whole bottle up, and then you get breakfast.

The food smelled wonderful. I set the bottle on the table next to Brian and turned around to finish cooking. He picked up, sniffed it and then set it down again. Finally, he took a sip. Then made a disgusted face.

When I brought the food over, Brian was still sucking glumly. I sat down and started to eat. I set Brian's plate next to mine. "Before it gets cold..." I warned. Brian sucked faster.

I knew the stuff tasted awful. Brian sucked the last drop and made a face. "Yuck," he said. Little did he know. Teaches him right for being ungrateful.

But Brian was a Good Boy and finished the whole thing, so I let him have breakfast. It was a good morning, we both fucked around on our phones as we ate. It's a weird tradition we have. We don't talk during meals, breakfast lunch or dinner. Instead we just type.

I used to think it was sad seeing couples at restaurants not talking to each other. But the funny thing, Brian will still text me as we eat, and I'll text him back. We'll surf the internet a bit, he'll find something to share with me. We'll make plans with each other for the day. All without saying a word.

ARE YOU OK? I typed.

HELL YEAH! Brian replied. I looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back.

IT WAS WEIRD. He texted. BUT FUN

WELL I HAD FUN. I GOT TO CUM... BUT YOU DIDNT! I teased.

Brian laughed from across the table. Then we both went back to catching up on news and emails. I got up and made Brian a second plate of food. And I made sure I poured him another big glass of orange juice. I wanted to make sure he had plenty of food and drink. Brian started eating greedily, still surfing away.

DO YOU HAVE TO SHIT? I typed to Brian.

He looked up at me surprised.

"I mean," he started. "I just assumed..." He broke the silence of the dining table.

The next minute was funny. He trailed off, not finishing his thought. I looked back with a serious look. Then I saw a dozen emotions cross his face. Laughing as if he was in on the joke. Then realizing I wasn't joking. Then confusion. Then realization. Then a bit of fear. And pleading. All in rush of feelings.

"It's just," he stammered, "I have to..."

I was done with my food and pushed my plate away.

"I'm done," I announced. I stood, "Finish everything on your plate and then do the dishes," I ordered. "Meet me downstairs."

I swear I heard Brian gulp. Downstairs was our dungeon space. And we had spent a LOT of fun hours down there. It's used for punishment, but also for pleasure. There is a shit ton of bondage gear. We have spent way too much money on hoods, gags, pup gear, clothing, shackles, chains. There's a puppy cage down there, and a St. Andrews cross. Two padded tables we made ourselves. Ok, that Brian made -- he's the handyman in this couple.

After about fifteen minutes, Brian finished with the dishes and I heard him clomp down the stairs, still wearing nothing but a diaper. He looked surprised when instead of holding a whip or flogger, I was holding a pair of tennis shoes. Instead of seeing me in a leather outfit, I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

You see, there's a washing machine and dryer in the basement, too. A hot water heater and electrical panel. It's also the place we keep the exercise equipment. Treadmill, weights and an exercise bike. And that's what we were going to do first.

I had the equipment ready. I handed Brian his shoes, and a pair of socks fresh from the wash. He sat down on the steps and put them on without saying a word. I then handed him something strange.

"What's this?" he asked.

It was made of plastic, with elastic bands. It was a pair of plastic pants. "Put them on over the diaper," I told him.

Ok, this was weird for him. It took him a while to figure out which was the front and which was the back. His diaper was visible through the clear plastic of the front, and I could see the spreading yellow stain where the piss had started to soak his diaper and make it heavy. There was a slight bulge where I knew his hard dick was pressing against the wet cotton front of the diaper.

I smiled at Brian. He looked goofy, but he looked great. I held out one more thing. It was a white "onesie". It would cover Brian's whole torso. It would help keep his diaper lifted up as efficiently as a pair of suspenders. The plastic pants would hold any liquid while the onesie would keep everything in place.

"I'll help you get this on," I offered. "Lift your hands up."

The neck hole went over his head, and Brian pulled his arms through the holes. "Spread your legs," I ordered. Brian did so.

It snaps in an unusual way. The front comes around and closes in a loop, looking like the front of a sailor's pants, if that makes any sense. It was tight on Brian's body, and really showed his muscles nicely. It pulled the while diaper mess way up, showing up his long hairy legs. In his tennis shoes and onesie, Brian looked great.

"Let me get a few photos." I had my camera ready. Brian turned red again. He's so cute when he does that. I made him stand in front of the washing machine with his hands over his head. Then I had him turn around and show me his ass. I had him bend over so his butt really stuck out for the camera. I had Brian turn around and take a photo of him sucking his thumb, and I could tell he wasn't really into it. Tough luck!

I told Brian it was time to start exercising. We have a stationary bike, so I got him started on that. I didn't really have any exercise plan figured out. I was just making it up as I was going on.

The exercise had two goals. First of all, I wanted him to get all sweaty. Brian's always all horny after a good workout. Plus, I love the way he smells when he's sweaty. In the still air of the basement, there are no windows. It gets really stuffy and hot down there. And it gets really stinky. Or it will soon... Brian had no idea.

I gave him twenty minutes on the bike while I kept surfing on my phone. I wasn't really checking mail, though. I brought up Tumblr. And I started chatting with a friend on Recon, keeping him abreast of all the things I had made Brian do that morning. My friend thought it was hilarious.

I kept glancing at Brian in a side mirror. He didn't know I was looking at him. I saw the bike speed was slowing down. I knew he was getting tired. But also, I knew his guts were probably starting to rumble. That magnesium citrate starts working on me after a half hour and I knew that time was coming up.

Brian had a weird look on his face. Uncomfortable, but also determined. I knew that he was planning on holding out from shitting himself as long as he could. Which I planned would be about ten more minutes. Time for plan B.

I told Brian to get off the bike and stand in front of me. "Jumping jacks!" I gleefully yelled. I felt like a coach torturing some poor jock after football practice.

Brian started to jump, even though the basement ceiling was low. As I said, Brian was the better athlete of us two, and I looked at him and enjoyed how his body looked.

"Pushups!" I barked next.

I wanted Brian tired. I wanted his body to give out. After ten pushups, I noticed his form was off. He was trying to keep is ass muscles clenched while still doing pushups. He was really starting to break a sweat and his mouth was grimacing.

"Back to jumping jacks!" I clapped.

Now THERE'S an exercise you can't pinch your butt together for. I almost laughed when I saw how bad Brian was doing, trying to jump while hopping from one foot to the other. His mouth was open breathing heavily and was in a lot of pain. Then I knew he was ready.

"Deep knee bends!"

Brian looked at me in horror. He stood uncomfortably, and then just kind of relaxed. He gave up and looked me right in the eye as he squatted.

And yeah it happened. I knew it would. But I didn't know how explosive it would be. With a huge fart, his bowels just let loose. It wasn't a fart as much as a BOOM. Tons of liquid shit poured into Brian's diaper, and I could see the disgust on his face.

Brian stood up suddenly, unsure of what to do. "Keep going!" I yelled. Brian leaned over a little bit, like he was going to try and do another deep knee bend. Instead, his guts let loose with another volley.

I knew how this felt. Brian felt the hot gush hit the inside of his diaper, and then ooze all over his balls and up the crack of his ass. Thank god he had on that diaper. And plastic cover. And onesie. Otherwise I swear he would have splattered the dungeon walls.

"UNGH!" Brian gasped as he shit again and again. The diarrhea turned to farts. And then he was shooting air into the mess in his diaper. He grabbed his stomach with both hands as his intestines emptied themselves completely.

I walked up to Brian, standing a foot away. "Did you shit yourself?" I yelled at him. "DID YOU SHIT YOURSELF?"

I felt like a drill sergeant. Brian didn't say anything. He looked really ashamed. "ANSWER ME! DID. YOU. SHIT. YOURSELF?"

Brian answered me in a meek voice. "Yes..."

"YES WHAT?" I spit into his face.

"Yes, Sir," he said, standing up.

He knew the game we were playing. I could feel how the power dynamic suddenly changed between us. He wasn't exercising any more. This was the dungeon, and now he was going to get his punishment.

"YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING." I walked around Brian. He was standing at attention, his diaper inflated outward like a balloon. I could smell the contents start to stink up the room.

"YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY." I slapped him upside the head. "SAY IT. SAY YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY."

Brian looked like he was going to cry. "I am a fucking baby."

"THAT'S RIGHT," I said. "YOU ARE A FUCKING BABY. YOU CAN'T EVEN HOLD YOUR SHIT!"

This was getting serious, and that's not what I wanted. We had never played this way before, and I didn't want to go too far. I shifted gears.

"That's ok," I said. "It happens to everyone." I stepped forward and grabbed Brian in a big hug. I felt his body sag against mine. He seemed defeated. I love the way his body felt. He was sweaty all under his arms. Even his back was soaked in sweat. Too bad he smelled so bad.

Brian sniffed. I broke the hug. "Well, I think you need a time out."

Brian smiled a bit but didn't know what I meant. I walked over to the corner of the dungeon and got out a leather mask. In a blur, Brian knew what was next.

This was Brian's favorite mask. It fit his face perfectly. Brian was really a fan of that mask. It covered his eyes completely, leaving him blindfolded. His mouth could remain open, though, exposing his whole jaw. It let me subdue him but still let me fuck his face.

I slipped the thing over Brian's head, and his body language instantly changed. He sighed a bit. Now, Brian is a HUGE bondage pig. It's his favorite thing. I swear he can stay mummified for days if I'd let him.

I'm different. I hate being tied up. I think it's a control thing. Which of course mean Brian LOVES to put me in complex bondage for a long time. It's his way of getting even. But for Brian, being tied up is a reward, not a punishment.

After the hood was on, I made sure it was tied tight. It also locks on, but I didn't do it this time. I went over and got a pair of leather fistmitts from the wall, and when I walked back to Brian and touched his hand, he knew right away what was coming. As I said, we've done this a lot.

So, naked in a hood and mitts, the next step is leather straitjacket that we own. That went nicely over the onesie. And the leather straps of the jacket went nicely under Brian's crotch and around the leg holes of the diaper. I knew it would help hold everything in.

I led Brian over to the bondage chair against one wall, and he followed blindly. I sat him down, and I can't imagine the feeling as all the hard turds and the soft much in his diaper were squished as his ass hit the wooden seat. He wiggled a few times, but I added leather straps over his calves, thighs, stomach, and chest that held him tightly to the chair. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest from the straitjacket and he looked like a black leather statue.

I strapped Brian's head to the back of the chair so he couldn't even turn his head. Before I was done, I got an inflatable gag from our rack, on that had a tube running down the middle. That was going to be useful later.

I stepped back from the chair, admiring my handiwork. I can't describe how bad the dungeon smelled. All the air was filled with Brian's funk, a thick dark stench that was like an open sewer, or maybe like a very sick steer had been living in our basement for a long long time.

And now I was going to make Brian stew in his own filth for a while.

There's not a lot a top can do while the bottom is in bondage. I have a rule that I don't leave the subject alone for more than a minute. Instead, I had moved a whole bunch of stuff downstairs earlier to amuse myself for a few hours. A book, my phone, even a DVD player with headphones. I had some snacks, too, though with the stink in the room I'm not sure I wanted to eat anything.

That took a few hours. By eleven o'clock I was getting restless. Usually when Brian is in the straitjacket, his dick and balls were exposed. I loved to torture his balls or suck him off when he couldn't stop me. I'd give him orgasm after orgasm and there was nothing he could do about it.

But with that huge brown diaper, I couldn't get to his dick. I tried tapping the outside of it with a truncheon that was handy, but it just felt like I was thumping a huge dirty water balloon. Instead, I got a Hitachi wand, which is a strong vibrator I often use to make Brian cum. I wasn't sure how much he could feel through all that shit and padding, but after I plugged it in, I thought I'd try anyway.

The vibrator didn't seem to do much on the low setting, but after I turned it up high, I seemed to get a reaction. Brian started to "Mmmrf! Mmmrf!" into his gag, so I know he was feeling something. I poked the tip of the Hitachi into the diaper at various places. Brian tried to jerk around, but with all those tight straps around him, he didn't go anywhere.

I don't know if I made him cum. I hope not. I don't know what would be worse, having a huge orgasm, knowing that you'll staying in heavy bondage for hours more. All that smell, and no more horniness left in you. That would be torture.

By one o'clock, I was exhausted. I stopped for a while and went back to surfing the web. I swear I heard Brian sobbing a bit, crying quietly into his gag. Maybe he slept for a bit. The guy really loves his bondage.

I'd like to say I got used to the smell in the dungeon after a while, but that's not true. I knew that during Brian's bondage, he probably pissed himself more than a few times, and probably loaded the diaper up again, too.

It was lunchtime, but Brian was in no condition to cook anything. So, I got out the jars I had bought from the store. Yeah, you know what it was. Baby food. I tried to get the worst flavors I could find. Strained peas. Prunes. Carrots. I tried all of them to see which one was the worst, and "pasta primavera" was the winner. Thick carbohydrates like overcooked pasta put into a blender. Trust me, the stuff if vile. It's worse than cat food, and up until then, that's the worst thing I had ever eaten in a BDSM scene.

I grabbed Brian's mouth tube and poured some water down it. That was to wake him up. I think he was dozen because he jerked with a start. Water dribbled down his chin under the bondage. Then I saw his adam's apple start moving and I knew he was sucking the water down. I let him finish drinking and got the second part ready.

I got a pitcher that was handy and took out my dick. I really needed to piss, and I quickly filled a pint or so up in that pitcher. I shook myself off and put my dick back in my pants. Then, I reached up and poured the contents of the pitcher into the hose.

If Brian jerked around from the vibrator earlier, he REALLY tried to get out the bondage when he realized the new liquid new was drinking was quite warm. And very salty. Brian's not a fan of drinking piss. I should have saved up buckets of it in the basement and let it get all yellow and concentrated. But alas, this was all I had.

I tried the peas next. Brian didn't seem too happy about that. Then the carrots. I pushed the pasta down through the hose, and it almost clogged it up. Baby food was dripping down the inside of the gag where Brian hadn't quite swallowed it all. It ran in a slimy trail down his neck and into his straitjacket. I didn't care -- I just kept forcing more and more jars of slop into his feeding tube until it was gone.

As for myself, I ate a sandwich I had brought down. I gave Brian another half hour after lunch to digest. Brian's head was bowed, and he looked defeated. I thought it was time to let him go. Or, at least let him loose, even though there was a LOT more things I was going to do to him.

I undid the straps holding Brian to the bondage chair. I released his legs and stretched them out for him, letting the blood return. I stood him up, and undid the straps of the straitjacket. When I took off the jacket, I noticed now much Brian had been sweating in the heat of the basement. I was glad I had given him all those fluids.

Then the fistmitts, and I saw how he flexes his hand into fists, feeling them working again. Then the hood.

Brian's head was sopping wet from sweat. Baby food was mashed all over his mouth and into his beard. He looked a mess. And he wasn't smiling. But he wasn't sad either. This was probably the most intense scene we had even done up until that point, and I don't think he knew how to feel.

I stood Brian up. Again, he was only wearing his onesie and diaper, now soaked with sweat so it was almost transparent. It really stunk of body odor. Brian had been working hard.

Brian deserved a hug. I stepped in front of him and held my arms out. He grabbed around me a held me tight. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Everything's going to be ok," I said.

Brian didn't say anything.

"You having fun?" I asked.

Brian nodded.

"Good!" I said. Then I said the most evil thing I had ever said to Brian up until that point:

"Now go buy dinner." I held out a piece of paper, "Here's a list."

Brian looked confused. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to remove the diaper or what. He shifted from foot to foot.

I went over to a low table and got a pair of yellow cotton shorts and tossed them to him. With my other hand, I held out Brian's wallet and keys.

This was really a sinister plan. But I had to spell it out for the tired, bewildered Brian.

"Put on the shorts... and go to the grocery store... and buy the things on the list." I made Brian take the paper and he looked at it, dumbly. "Then come back here and cook it for me."

Brian didn't know what to do, so I repeated. "Shorts. Car. Drive. Store. Buy. Come home. Dinner."

Brian stepped into the shorts. It wasn't easy for him to do with the diaper so full. Then he put the wallet and keys in a pocket. I looked at him -- Brian looked really ridiculous. The shorts were tight, and anyone could easily tell he was wearing a diaper. And if they couldn't see the diaper, they could certainly SMELL it. Brian reeked something vile.

I went upstairs, and Brian followed. I pointed to the garage, and said, "Have fun! See you in a few hours."

Brian looked glum as he marched out the door into the garage. I made sure he only had the keys to his car and couldn't take mine. I didn't want him fucking up MY ride.

I said "see you in a few hours" because the list I gave him was REALLY long and complicated. It involved about a dozen stores all over town. There would be a lot of driving, a lot of time sitting in his own car inhaling his stink. Dripping shit onto his leather seats.

But actually, I'm not a totally mean person. I didn't expect Bri to walk into a nice store smelling like hell. The first place on the list was the address of an old greasy garage in the bad part of town. It had a "convenience store" attached that was really only a bunch of dirty shelves that were mostly empty. You know the kind of place. I bet worse smelling guys have walked into that store and bought stuff. >From there, Brian was supposed to pick up some potato chips.

Next was a BBQ joint next to a biker bar. I hope none of the bikers noticed him while he was there. He might look fuckable or something. But in reality, I knew the restaurant had a side window where you could order and then pick up the food. Outside in the blowing air, I thought he might escape notice if he was quick and didn't stink up the place.

A liquor store near the airport sells beer through a window. You can do all your shopping through a plexiglass hole where you shove your money through and get the stuff. Finally, I gave Brian the address of a drive-thru in the next town over was a place to buy ice cream.

The hardest thing on the list was the last item was a cigar. I always like having a smoke after dinner. This was the hardest item because I wrote on the list that he had to get it from a friend of mine, and the friend would be at a leather bar.

Brian was going to have to park his car, get out and enter the bar in person. Now he and I often go to the bar, and we know the owner and all the bartenders. I had told them beforehand that Brian was coming in, and I warned him what the state of his clothing was going to be. This was all a setup.

The doorman was given instructions to hassle Brian. To not let him in at first. If Brian pleaded enough, the doorman to tell him he could get the cigar quickly as long as he left right away. There was supposed to be long conversations with the other workers there to give Bri the highest level of embarrassment before letting him in.

I wrote that my friend was going to be on the back patio with the cigar. But here's the thing -- he wasn't going to be there at first. Or hard to find. Again, there was going to be lots of confrontations, until Brian was told the friend was in the parking lot.

As I said, all of this was a prank. There was going to be more drama. The friend was going to say there wasn't a cigar and he knew nothing about the deal. When shown my list, he would agree, but only if Brian blew him. Or worse... maybe Brian would have to suck off a bunch of guys. Or drink their piss. I left the details up to the friend. I knew he wouldn't make Bri do anything too terrible.

I had the image of Brian on his knees in a muddy parking lot, with a full stinking diaper giving blowjobs to a half dozen guys in order to get a cigar for me. That idea brought a smile to my face.

As for me, I spent the time cleaning up the dungeon. I got some work done around the house. I was so turned on, I thought about jacking off a bit, but thought better of it. I wanted to save it when Brian got back.

Sure enough, after three hours, Brian came back into the house, looking all bedraggled. The front of his onesie was stained. There was mud all over his knees and running shoes. It looked like he had a bit of a "blowout" sitting in his car, and runny shit had trickled down his thighs, and squirted up to his lower back. He carried with him a few brown grocery bags and packages.

"Took you long enough," I sniffed. "Get to work in the kitchen."

This was a different Brian than I was used to. He moved like a slave, not questioning my orders. Just wanting to get this 24 hours of torture over with. But I had a few more tricks up my sleeve.

"Make sure you wash your hands," I warned.

Brian worked fast, setting out the BBQ and beer. I picked up a bottle and started drinking it.

I looked down at the table at the food he had set out. "You only bought enough for one person," I said.

Brian looked like he was going to cry. He stammered, "You-only-told-me-to-get-this-I-did-everything-on-the-list-you-told-me-too..."

I cut him off. "I'll just have to find something else for you to eat."

I pulled Brian to the middle of the kitchen, to the center of the linoleum tile. I pulled down his shorts and made his step out of them. The had shit stains on them where the diaper had bled through. I untied Brian's shoes for him and him kick them off. I noticed that even his socks had been soaked with shit that had run down his legs.

I unsnapped the filthy crotch of the once-white onesie and lifted the while soaking mess over Brian's head. He stood there nervous wearing only the diaper. Then I tugged the plastic pants down, unleashing a whole torrent of liquified shit all over the kitchen floor.

It made a huge puddle at least five feet across filled with brown lumps and odd yellow bits. A huge reek filled the room. This was like a thousand baby diapers all opened at once. Like a pig farm. It brought tears to my eyes and made me cough.

"Lay on your stomach," I said, and Brian instantly obeyed. Not a second of doubt, he flopped down on his belly in the middle of all that shit. I really liked that -- I could get used to this less-cocky more obedient version of Brian!

I separated the diaper from the plastic pants. As for the diaper, I threw it onto Brian's back, where it made a huge brown plop. The diaper had fallen shitty side down, like the way a buttered slice of bread always falls the way you least wanted it to. I took one foot and smeared the mess all over Brian's back. I didn't want to touch it with my hands.

After kicking the diaper around a bit, stepping on it and squishing the juice onto Brian's shoulders, I ordered him, "Flip over."

"Now, use that diaper and wipe yerself down with it."

"I want to see you brown from head to toe."

Brian obediently started, grabbing the diaper with both hands and mashing it into his face. Wherever it touched left a brown streak, like painting with a paintbrush. He wiped it all over his head, then down his neck like a giant squishy loofah. He lifted up each arm and made sure all that shit got spread into each armpit. I saw his hard dick bobbing in the stinking air... it knew it was going to get a rub, too.

While Brian was working, I carried the plastic pants over to a corner of the kitchen where it was cleaner. I arranged the pants on the floor so they looked like a plastic bowl that would hold something.

Now here's the thing. After last night's Mexican dinner, and this morning's huge breakfast, I had to shit too. It had been building up inside me all day. And even without a laxative like Brian swallowed, I knew this was going to get messy.

I took my pants completely off and squatted over the plastic pants. I knew Brian was watching me, and I knew he was confounded. I lowered my asshole over the "bowl" and beared down.

The shit that came out of me was soft, like pudding. Or like foamy shaving cream. And it just kept coming and coming. It coiled around a few times like a snake, forming a pile of feces in the plastic pants about five inches high and eight inches around. Man, that felt good.

It all came out in a rush, and I clenched a few times to make sure it all came out. I stood up panting. The kitchen stunk worse than the basement ever did.

"While I eat my dinner," I said, "you eat yours." I pointed at the plastic pants.

I walked over to the dining room table and sat my shitty ass down on the chair. I knew Brian would clean it up later. Brian slithered across the slick floor on his belly and stunk his snout into the plastic pants. By the time I picked up a BBQ ribs and started chowing down, Brian was eating as well. He scooped up mouthfuls of hot soft shit into his mouth like a dog, not using his hands. He gagged once, twice, but managed to keep everything down.

It took me about a half hour to enjoy my dinner. I also enjoyed watching Brian. It was like dinner and a show. At the end of the meal, I burped, and then got up to take a shower and watch some TV.

"Clean all this up, and then clean up yourself, too," was the last order I gave Brian. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom and laid down. I was exhausted.

Later, I got on my phone and surfed the web for a bit. Three hours later, Brian came into the bedroom. He was all showered and clean. He had used a lot of soap and cleaning stuff in order to smell better. He slipped into be next to me and kissed me on the lips.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked.

"Nah," he said. Then he thought again. "I mean, it was awful, but it's what I wanted."

I put my head on his chest. "I was worried I was being too tough on you."

"No, it was fun!" he assured me. "Plus, I was horny the whole time."

I looked at the clock. Eleven fifty.

I smiled at Bri. "It's not midnight yet!" I gloated. "I still have time for you to blow me one more time!"

But then I got what I deserved. You see, there wasn't really a bet this time around. It wasn't a dare. Sure, we had done contests before, but this thing was more like a trade. Sometimes I top Brian, and sometimes he tops me.

"Then, I get YOU for the next 24 hours!" Brian reminded me. "And you have no idea what I have planned..."

My guts turned to water. "Yes, Sir" I said. It's the only thing I could say.

"If you think what you did to me was bad, just wait until tomorrow!"