This story is partly fiction and partly true. It is the next in a series and involves master/slaves and watersports. Please let me know if you enjoy this story neversaycapture@gmail.com
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Neighbour's Son's Humiliation - Chapter 2 : Breaking of Peter
Peter arrived at his home and was glad his mother was busying herself with dinner preparations.
"You're late", she said, "Why didn't you come straight home?"
"I had to pick up something at the chemist." he shouted back, with some truth in his statement, as he scuttled up the stairs to his room, glad that his mother was, as expected, preoccupied in the kitchen.
"Oh, dinner in 30 minutes love..."
His room was large and spotless. The bed was made each morning and his mother was fanatical about keeping things 'spick and span'. She cleaned it each day and had a routine to tidy each drawer in strict rotation. His pajamas were folded neatly for him under his pillow and she was proud that her son's room was so 'nice and cosy' for him. He had no privacy!
There were no locks on any of the doors in the house other than the ones to the outside. Not even the bathroom. Peter's mum joked with visitors that they needed to sing as she did when in there! To her, a bathroom was a place to be cleaned, not a place to spend quality time as a young lad might need from time to time! His only sanctuary was behind the password of his freshly polished computer, which he changed regularly ... just in case!
Peter threw the packet onto his bed and quickly turned on the computer screen and entered this week's password: PissOnMe.
He fumbled for the card he had been given earlier that evening and rubbed his thumb over it deep in thought.
"MasterAndrew: Trainer of pups, sons and slaves.
Contact me boy - Recon.com"
He knew the site and his dick jumped in his undies. He still could feel the wetness of his cum in the fabric from less than an hour ago. He had opened an account two years earlier and each birthday had set his date of birth so his age read 18. Now actually having attained that age only last week he knew he would not need to do that again!
He would look at the pictures on the site. Looking at guys as slaves or in nappies and wank; but only very late at night when he was sure his mother was sleeping and would not barge in unexpectedly. Even then he was never confident. Always silently ejaculating and perhaps whispering "thank you daddy" as he shot his cum into his blue pajama bottoms.
He would never chat to other guys ... what if his mother found out! It would kill him. He'd never shown any signs to her that he was even gay let alone that he enjoyed gay kinks and fetishes. He would simply lock his computer carefully and go lay in his bed and dream of being taken care of by a good master or daddy, drifting off to sleep as his cum dried, sticking his pj's to his leg!
He searched for 'MasterAndrew' and found a message from him!
"Hello boy. How are you doing?"
It puzzled Peter for a moment. How did he know? He felt his heartbeat increase in a moment's panic. It was an old message and Peter sighed in relief when he noticed when it was sent. He played with the mouse wheel trying to summon courage to type. He unconsciously rubbed his dick in his trousers and finally said out loud.
"Now or never!"
He typed with shaky hands having to regularly correct his mistyping.
"Hello Sir. It's me from earlier today."
He thought how ridiculous it was to write that but it excited him as well as embarrassed him a little. He waited looking at the message to see if it had turned to a different shade indicating it had been read. Nothing. For five full minutes he stared at the message. Still nothing. He sighed and jumped from his chair. "Damn!", he thought.
He went to his bed. Unwrapping his parcel he tossed the two cans of deodorant across the room and slowly unfolded the wet nappy which not an hour earlier he had helped remove off an unsuspecting and highly agitated Jake.
He touched the wet material with his finger reliving his earlier experience. He sniffed and then licked the tip of his finger. He had always wanted to taste another man's piss but had never shared that desire with anyone. He picked the nappy up in both hands and rubbed it over his face; breathing in the smell of another person's urine and felt the cool, sticky dampness on his face. His dick was hard again and he thought that he could perhaps cum for a second time.
Quickly he stripped naked throwing his clothes untidily onto the floor. After all, mum would always pick up after him. He knew, (or rather he hoped), he would have at least 30 minutes undisturbed as his mother was occupied in the kitchen. So, laying on his left side with the wet nappy in front of him he started to play with his dick, jacking and rubbing the end onto the damp fabric alternately. He shut his eyes and was lost in the ecstasy of his earlier experience.
Fuck, he was so horny and it was not long before his body tensed and his toes curled and cum shot on to the nappy to be absorbed with the other lad's piss.He was intoxicated by the smell and the sensations throughout his body. After a few moments he started to come around and his breathing returned to normal. He sat up and had an idea. Positioning the nappy on the edge of the bed he maneuvered himself onto it. Folding it into position he reattached the fasteners.
It felt snug. Like it was hugging him. It felt cold and wet but that too felt good; to be wrapped in another lads piss and his own most recent cum.
He stood and walked to the mirror. Swiveling left and raising his foot slightly. Then right. He felt good. And he felt he looked good!
In truth Peter was a skinny lad. A 'runt of a boy' his father had once said. Initially small for his age and younger in appearance he had steadily grown in height to be well over six feet. Pale and gaunt but now in a nappy he seemed to expand and the slight grin on his face made him look enigmatic. He flexed his arm muscles a little and showed off his biceps, ridiculously underdeveloped but strangely the whole effect made him feel and look 'sexy'.
He walked to his bed and jumped onto his back onto the covers, bouncing up and down. He felt the wet padding push into his bottom. Laying back with his arms behind his head his light fluffy armpit hair glistened with sweat and his grin turned to a smile as he tensed himself and pushed a trickle of his own piss to join the other lad's in the nappy.
"Nice!", He cooed.
As he lay there he closed his eyes and wondered how the lad he had seen must have felt with everybody watching him being changed. He could never do that, he thought. It would be far too embarrassing for sure although a little bit of him wished it had been him laying there exposed. Or perhaps he would be in charge of changing? Peter drifted into his own imagination.
His door flew open suddenly!
"Come on Peter. Dinner is on the table and uncle George called to say he .... oh Peter!!!!"
His mother entered the room in a whirl only noticing at first the clothes strewn on the floor and picking them up like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to Peter naked on his bed, except for the wet nappy.
"Mum!!! Nooo!!! ... Get out!!! Shit!!!", he spluttered.
Peter tried to cover himself with the bedclothes but he found them them to be well too well tucked in. Attempting to jump out of bed he stumbled a little and landed awkwardly, like a bad ballet dancer on a moving train.
"Language Peter!. Why on earth didn't you tell me dear?"
His mother was rapidly jumping to the wrong conclusions as she quickly folded the clothes she had thus far collected and placed them neatly onto the end of his bed".
"Mum!!! Get out please...", he begged. "You can't see me like this!!!".
He bent his knees and swung his arms backwards and forwards trying to get balanced, like a cross between a petulant child and a ski jumper preparing to jump. He could smell the piss and cum and became conscious that his face still was wet from rubbing the nappy onto it.
"Oh Peter. Don't be silly dear. I quite understand if you have been having some little accidents at night in bed. I shall make an appointment to see that nice Dr. Thomas in the morning and we can make sure you have a supply of nappies and all you need. Now put your pajamas on dear and come down before dinner spoils. Now where did I put that shopping list???"
She squeezed his blushing cheek and swept out straightening the bedclothes as she went. Peter fell flat onto the bed face down, curled himself up into a ball and cried. It was not long however before the 'pling' of his computer was lost under his crys.
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"So boy. You seemed to enjoy yourself earlier? Be at this address with your nappy on at 9pm."
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Jake and Master Andrew had walked back to the Master's house; a large suburban house with a pleasant secluded garden. It had taken longer than usual not only due to the package that Jake was carrying but also the fact that Jake regularly stopped and strained and released a small amount of urine into the ever expanding nappy.
He had tried it different ways. Walking and peeing seemed not to work well however leaning against a lamppost seemed to be the most effective. A man walking a dog looked at him, smiled and walked on chucking.
Once in the house Master instructed Jake to strip and to lay on a table. Expert hands removed a very wet nappy, cleaned and creamed the lad and rewrapped. The boy's dick smelt of piss and cum but there was no cum to be seen as this had been eagerly swallowed by Richard the shop assistant earlier.
Master and Jake had only met a few hours previously but already Jake had been more embarrassed than he thought was possible at the hands of not one, (as he expected), but three strangers, in public! He had been intimately exposed and his private functions of pissing and cuming had been viewed by these three without any sense of him being in control whatsoever. Not only that, if he thought of the people in the shop and street that now knew his made up 'predicament' his embarrassment grew still further.
He felt strangely warm inside and was directed to sit on a rug in front of Masters TV and to find something to watch on Netflix. He was to stay the night but had no idea if this was the end of play or if there was more to come. Master Andrew handed him a very large glass of squash and an assortment of snacks. With the control in one hand and food in the other he sat cross legged and munched whilst flicking through the menu.
Master sat down at his desk in the corner of the room and watched the lad. He was cute sat on the rug, and looked much younger than his 20 years. Trusting and simple in some ways. No! Not simple. Innocent!
The Master checked through the incoming messages and saw a response he was hoping to see. Peter's message had arrived earlier and although it was not long since it came in the Master's response, now quickly sent, had not yet been read. He hoped there would be a reply of confirmation, but he could not be sure.
In this way they watched the film. The Master dealing with his correspondence; issuing commands to subs online, the lad engrossed in the film, eating his snacks and drinking his juice.
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Peter composed himself. Sitting up, he took his blue pajama top and slipped it on doing up all the buttons. It was still early but his mother liked him getting ready for bed before dinner and coming down in his pj's and dressing gown to eat. On went his pj bottoms. He had not even considered taking off the nappy. It had not crossed his mind that he should. Slippers and dressing gown followed.
He slunked out of his room and down the stairs. Pausing outside the dining room and taking a deep breath he entered the room at sat down with a squelch in his usual spot. He did not really hear his mother go on and on about her day's events; conversations with this relative and that friend. It was like he was in slow motion and the world rushed on around him. Confused as to what he was or what he wanted, he ate without a word.
He finished his dessert. Got up from the table and kissed his mother as usual.
"Good night darling!" he heard her say, "I've made an appointment with that nice doctor for 10am tomorrow."
Peter winced and tears welled up in his eyes as he trudged back up to his room.
He noticed immediately he logging onto his computer that the Master had replied. His heart raced again and he let an uncontrolled drop of pee to be added to that already in his nappy.
He did not know what he should do. The address was not far away but it was now 8.30pm. He would have to run to get there on time. He stopped himself and put his head in his hands. How could he do this? His mum would be disgusted and not let him go!
"My mum!!!???" He exclaimed out loud. "I'm 18!!! I'll do what I fucking want!!!"
The words in the air gave him confidence and with resolute determination he threw off his dressing gown onto the floor. He took his trainers and and placed them on bare feet fumbling with tying the laces. He clumsily, in his eagerness, slipped off the bed and flopped onto the floor to secure them.
Jumping up he grabbed out of his closet an old scruffy overcoat and threw it on over his pj's.
He was not going to be put off and running, almost falling, down the stairs he shouted to his mum that he was going to a friends house. There was only time to hear, "... what at this time of ...", as the outside door slammed shut behind him.
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Master looked at the clock on the computer. It was exactly 9pm.
The doorbell rang!
Master opened the door and standing there with his face to the ground was a pathetic bungle of panting and sweaty 18 year old in a bag coat.
"I got your message, Sir." He mumbled pathetically.
Well, nice to see you lad. Master's friendly confidence gave heart to Peter who by now felt low and dejected.
"Come on in lad. Let me take you coat."
Without hesitating Peter gave his coat to the Master and instantly realised he was in his pj's and blushed.
"Well it looks like you have come prepared for the night boy? Good. I like lads that are well prepared."
Peter fidgeted uneasily. What was he thinking?. This was unbelievably ridiculous. In a nappy and pjs in a total stranger's house! Tears again welled up in his eyes.
He smelt of piss and cum. His face was still dirty with Jake's pee from the nappy and he looked and felt dirty and disgusting.
"Don't be upset boy. Come on in and meet your friend." After introductions, Peter sank to his knees on the rug and sobbed into his hands uncontrollably.
Instinctively Jake went over to him and held him close pulling Peter's arms away from his face and embracing him in a hug. Jake gently laid the lad out flat on the rug and started to unbutton his pj top, removing his trainers and pj bottoms.
Master brought a bowl of warm water, soap and flannels and when the nappy had been removed and the lad was naked on the rug Master and Jake washed him from head to toe. Any resolve that Peter had to be strong had gone and he let the Master and Jake manipulate his tired and dejected body without resistance.
Jake very carefully washed Peter's dick and balls. Pulling back his soft foreskin and washing the sensitive head very gently. There were globs of sticky and dried cum to be removed and nearly 40 minutes had passed before Master and Jake were satisfied that all of the lad was now clean. Not easy as cum had dried into his public hairs. Master paid particular attention to Peter's arse and feet and completed the task by rubbing in a good quantity of nappy rash cream around all sensitive areas. Taking one of the clean nappies that Jake had carried back from the shop, together the Master and Jake wrapped Peter up again.
"Now Peter! Jake!" Master addressed each lad in turn.
Peter sat up and hugged his own knees with with his head on one side looking up at the Master stood before him. Jake knelt with his hands on this thighs like a little puppy dog waiting for a treat.
"This has been quite a day, it seems, for the both of you!", Master continued.
"I think you will enjoy each other's company and mine too." He turned to Peter who took the cue and sat up on his knees next to Jake, like a pair of china dog bookends.
"Do you live with family Peter?"
"Y-Yes Sir. My mum." he said a little hesitantly, as Peter thought of what his mother would say if she saw him like this.
"Ok Peter, do you need to call her to tell her you will be staying?"
"Yes Sir." Master handed over the phone and he and Jake could heard an irate parent droning on in the background.
"... but who are you staying with ... don't you be late for your appointment. .. why did you rush out ..."
Peter pressed the disconnect button and handed the phone back to his Master and Daddy. For it was clear now that both lads were to be mentally bound together with this man who was clearly in absolute control of them.
"Are you hungry lads?"
They both nodded.
"Well I have ordered pizza online for us for supper and it should be delivered soon. Here is the money. Which one of you is going to answer the door?"
The lads gulped and looked at each other blushing.
The doorbell rang.
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Who will be at the door. Will it be the pizza delivery or will it be somebody else???
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