Mr. Benton started to take the regular measures of arm-length, shoulder-width, waist and thighs in a rather no-nonsense fashion and then continued at a more leisurely pace to the good parts. When he pulled the tape around Baby's chest he asked me how I wanted the shirts and jackets done: concealed or prominently displayed.
"Mr. Townsend, we could fashion the shirts in a way, that it will look like they have breast pockets, but in reality they will be flaps that can be opened to display these beauties. We would have to make a seam on each side of the breasts, so there will be no way to hide them, but it would give you access to them if necessary. And if a jacket is worn buttoned up over it, nobody will be able to see them at first glance."
"Yes, that is a good idea. Will the pocket cut-outs be large enough to pull his breasts out?"
"I can make them to accommodate his breasts. I would suggest we use for the shirts a silk gauze; it will accentuate his nice muscles and is a rather sheer material. Very pleasant to wear. What colors do you want for him?"
"I think we should get some light pink and lavender pastels for the pet. It will look good on him combined with a grey suit. Maybe also a couple of white ones. What do you think?"
"Wise choice, white can always be combined with anything you choose." He went over to his assistant and dictated a couple of detailed instructions for the shirts.
"About the pants, Mr. Townsend. I was made to understand that you have very special requirements for this young man."
"Yes, this should be quite the challenge for you. You see, he is required to wear diapers, so we need pants that will make it easy for me to change him. I also need to regularly check him, he doesn't always tell me, when he wets himself."
During this whole ordeal Baby was standing there dumbfounded over how accepting this stranger was discussing a guy in a plastic harness, a big visible plug up his ass and bra- covered tits.
"Let me take his inseam measurements and then we should probably measure him again when he is attired with what he will wear underneath pants."
He knelt in front of my boy, taking measurements from between his legs.
"I do assume he is required to wear this harness as well?"
"Yes, he can't be without it in public. I know it will make your job much harder because his front is tented out like that, but I'm sure you will find an adequate way of dealing with this."
"Well, Mr. Townsend I need to see now what the boy requires to wear under his clothes."
He stepped back to make space for me to deal with the pet.
"Okay pet, I will put on your diaper now, so the tailor can measure you while wearing it."
I led him over to one of the low tables and made him lie down. I went to the table where I had put all the toys and took the diaper with the pads, as well as the Olga-model. Diapering him was done quickly: I was really getting into a routine doing it. I made Baby step into the protective Olga-diapers, deftly pulled them over his rump and pulled him back to stand in front of the tailor.
"I see that is really a lot of material around his middle. Do I have to consider anything else? There is a hole in the back of the diapers?" He looked up at me, pointing at Baby's hole.
"Yes, he might need to have guidance while out in public, so this is where this device will be inserted and used to navigate him." I showed Mr. Benton the wicked looking dildo with the 25 inch steel handle, that would allow me to direct the pet by steering him in any direction by pushing the dildo deep into his ass and moving him any way I wanted him to.
"You should also take some measurements of these implements; he is going to wear any one of them at certain times."
"Good. Then I suggest we make the pants with front pockets that have no lining: that should give you access to his groin, the back of the pants will be slit all the way to the front, sort of like chaps. You might want to consider having him wear a belt, and I can make him something like a bikini-panty that will be made of the same material as the pants, that will cover up the slit. It will look like two triangles connected at one apex and they can be tied to a belt."
"Whatever you think is best. Although there is also a problem with his balls. He needs treatment for them once in a while, so they will be pulled through a hole at the bottom of the diaper. Let me show you."
I went to the pet and reached through the leg hole into his diaper, stuffing his confined balls through the hole. I opened the clamp and let his balls hang freely.
"This might really be a problem. What is the treatment you are talking about?" Mr. Benton was starting to really enjoy this, judging by the bulge forming at the front of his immaculate pants.
I took the clear ball crusher and attached it for the first time on my pet. It was a very special model made with a clear base-plate, but instead of a top-plate it had two round bars through which the sac was threaded - it looked a bit like a pasta maker. I have always preferred this crusher to any other because it allowed the tightest fit possible. The bars would press the sac together, while the plate would squeeze the nuts of whoever wore it.
He yelped as I tightened the screws, pressing his balls flat between the base plate and the two round bars. The plates were eight by four inches and would definitely be visible, no matter what the tailor could do.
"I guess we will have to lower the crotch to accommodate this. I will think of something."
"Perfect. I knew you would. Mr. Benton, Nicole mentioned that you might be able to fit something for my pet today, so we can go out later."
"Yes, I brought some shirts and chaps that should fit him." He motioned to his assistant who left the room to go to his car. When he came back he was carrying a garment bag over his arm. He placed over one the chairs and started to take several items of clothing out. An array of silky shirts, small shirts made of some stretchable material was displayed before me. Baby would look delicious in any one of them. The young blonde then also pulled out some pants, or actually a pair of pant legs that dangled from a belt.
"We can make these to fit right away. When do you want to leave?"
"There is no specific time, so whenever you are done with him, will be fine."
"You need to get him ready then with everything he will be required to wear so we can start altering the clothes."
I nodded and took Baby's hand to pull him down on my lap.
"Baby, I will remove your plug now and you will need to make poopy for me."
"No, I..." Even though he had been rather quiet and subdued until now, I could tell his control was wearing thin. He struggled a bit, trying to get off my lap.
"I can't please... no..."
"Do you rather want to be cleaned out in front of these gentlemen?" I roughly positioned him over my legs with his back to my chest. Pressing his torso down to a horizontal position with one hand, I started to play with his plug, moving it in circles pulling it out and pushing it back in.
"Does that help a bit? Do you feel like you have to go potty?" I inquired, shifting the big plug around like I was stirring in a pot.
"Daddy, no... don't make me..."
I pulled him to stand up with me, took him over to the table and forced him down on it.
"I told you, if you need help to poop to let me know." I went to get the diapers and took a fleet enema out of a drawer. I swiftly unscrewed the plug from the base plate, stacked 5 pads into the diaper and slid it under his ass. He didn't even realize that even though he was acting up again, that his hips moved up from the table to let me get his nappy under him. When he settled on the diaper, bending his knees to expose his hole better for me, I pulled the plug out with one hand and inserted the enema nozzle with the other. I pushed the contents into him; it would help him to get the banana mush out within a couple of minutes. I quickly taped his diaper around his middle and made him stay in position to do his business.
"We will be done here in a bit, Mr. Benton."
I turned back to the pet putting my hand on his crotch, massaging it.
"You remember you'll have to tell me when it comes out."
He was silently crying again, turning his head away, trying to isolate himself in his shame. After a minute or two, I heard the tell-tale gurgle of his insides and knew he was about to fill his diaper. I tightened my grip on his crotch as a warning.
"Daddy... my... my little boy's pussy has to... to make poopy in my diaper..." He still didn't look at me, his body shaking from the humiliation to be forced to shit in his diapers in front of strangers.
"Good Baby, you can be such a good boy. Now, fill your diaper and make your Daddy proud. Push it all out." I pressed with one hand down on his stomach, making him grunt with the effort of getting rid of the mush inside his stuffed ass. Mr. Benton came over to table, curiously looking down at the pet and after giving me a questioning look, put his hand on Baby's belly and slowly stroked him.
"Your Daddy is right, it needs to come out. Be a good baby-boy for Uncle Benton." I felt his abs moving under my palm attempting to aid the evacuation. We both rubbed his belly now until the grunts and moans stopped.
"Is your diaper full now?" I reached between his legs, feeling the back of his nappy to see if it was filled enough.
"It looks like he is done." Mr. Benton stepped back and let me help the boy up.
"I'll take him upstairs to clean him up and we will beck in a couple of minutes. Would you please wait for us?"
"Sure, I will prepare everything here, so we can fit the young man with some nice clothes." The tailor sat down in one of the chairs, and with a wink of his hand his assistant went to kneel between his legs on the floor.
I went upstairs to the nursery, towing the pet behind me. Albert was still busy in the exam-room, probably looking after his equipment.
I put Baby on his changing table, took the diaper off and threw it in the bin.
"Now we have to get you ready for our little trip. We will visit your brother, isn't that wonderful?"
I used a washcloth to clean the bananas off his skin and once more admired the angry red color of his ass. His hole was very swollen from the beatings, looking like plump lips beckoning me to take them.
"I think we need some salve on this to make you feel better. Does it hurt when I do this?" I pushed three fingers into his moist heat, making him wince.
"Yes, it hurts real bad, Daddy."
"Will you stop behaving like a naughty little boy now?" I pushed another finger in.
"Oww... yes, Daddy... please stop... it hurts..."
I went to the exam room to get his special salve and some ice-cubes.
"Oh, you're already done with the tailor?" Albert looked up from the flogger he was polishing.
"No, not yet, but the pet needs a diaper-change and some salve for his hole."
"You gonna use the same as last night?"
"Yes, I thought it worked really well. He's about to get another creamy diaper to keep him soft and excited." I smiled and went back to the nursery with Albert in tow.
"All right young man; let's see what we can do about your little pussy..." Albert bent down between his legs and started to poke at the stretched hole.
"It looks a bit swollen and red, but it is soft and yielding, just like every pussy should be." He took a big glob of salve out of the container and started smearing it into the boy's cunt.
"Mr. Townsend, would you give me the three pronged speculum; I need to take a closer look." I gave him the cold metal device and watched him shove it into the boy, cranking it open. His pussy was now fully extended to a two and a half inch diameter, gaping obscenely at us. Albert used more salve and pressed a whole handful of it into the opening. He closed the speculum and pulled it out, obviously satisfied with the treatment.
"Ah... please... take it out... it burns real bad..." Baby was whining and fidgeting around on the table. Using both hands now, Albert covered his whole groin again with the burning salve, even putting a thick coat of it in the diaper that Baby would need to wear.
"We need to change the crusher-plate to something else. He can't do exercises with that attached."
"You're right, what do you suggest?" I opened a cabinet and looked over the various torture appliances, pondering which one to use.
"I think we use the metal rings to give him a good stretching and attach a weight to them."
I got the metal rings and watched as Albert squeezed the pet's tortured nuts through them. When his balls were stretched to about nine inches, he stopped.
"This looks good. Are we going to do the infusion later?"
"Yes, I think we should wait until this afternoon. I don't want to irritate them before his training, it might cause problems."
Albert tugged the diaper tightly around him, threading the weighed sac through the hole at the bottom, taping it closed and petted the bulge of his cotton-covered groin.
"There you go my boy, all ready to go out."
We went back downstairs to the library, where Mr. Benton was zipping up his pants.
"All ready?"
He got up and came over to admire my flushed pet. I could tell Baby wanted to rip of the cream-swathed diaper to stop the burning of his skin. I helped Mr. Benton get Baby into the tight pant-legs and watched as he tied them around his waist. The bulk of his diaper was still clearly visible; the fabric merely covered him to the top of his thighs and a bit of the sides of his hips. The legs were tight-fitting on his thighs and going straight down. His quadriceps muscles were developed and the thin cotton displayed them well.
"All I can do for now is using a triangular piece of the fabric and tie it around him. You can fasten it with a pin in the front and it will keep him covered. His balls though have to go down in one of the pant legs. Do you want him to wear it right or left?" He held the pet's nuts in a firm grip, tugging at them.
"Put them in the left leg, but I want this weight attached to it first." I gave him the 3 inch steel ball that would add another 4 pounds to the 2 pounds of the steel rings that were already attached to his sac.
The ball was outlined in detail by the thin fabric of the along with the rest of the steel contraption, everybody who saw Baby would be able to tell that something big had been done to his balls.
The cloth Mr. Benton had tied around him just looked like a one of these old-fashioned reusable diapers, it didn't really hide anything, in fact, it made his bulgy middle even more obvious.
I pulled one of the sheer tops over him, his bra straps were clearly visible and it seemed like his nipples were trying to drill holes through the thin material. He never looked more the slut than now. I couldn't wait to have him performing in front of his brother. I decided to call Matt and see if he wanted to join the party at the gym to see how the beautiful being he helped creating would be received by others.
Albert used a pair of hand-cuffs to keep the pet from playing with his clothes, while I thanked Mr. Benton and called Edwards to show him out.
"I will be able to deliver the first items in about three days, Mr. Townsend. Thank you very much for your business. Good bye."
He flashed one last smile at the pet and went after Edwards.
I went to sit on one of the recliners, giving Albert a sign to get Baby into his waiting position. I opened my legs wide, so Baby could lie down on his stomach between my legs and nurse on my cock for a while. I opened the zipper of my pants, freed my half- erect dick and motioned Albert to help the pet getting comfortable.
Always the attentive nurse, Albert used a spider-gag to keep the boy from accidentally hurting me and pressed his face into my exposed groin. He almost sat on my slut's back, keeping him from wriggling away.
"Now, smell your Daddy's scent and memorize it. Isn't all male and musky?"
"Mmmphh..."
"Inhale deeply and breathe..."
I opened my cell-phone and dialed Matt's number, feeling my little baby's moist breath on my cock.
"Matt? Hey there, I was wondering if you want to join us in an hour at Steve's gym. Baby is going to have his first work-out and I would really appreciate it, if you could be there as well to monitor. We don't want anything to happen to the pet."
Albert was taking my cock and gently inserted it into the pet's mouth. He struggled some more, trying to avoid the invasion of his moist hole. To no avail, relentlessly Albert pushed his head down until the first 5 inches of my cock disappeared into the hot cavern of his mouth.
"Now just let it lie there. You can lick it, suck on it a bit, but not too much. Your Daddy hasn't told you he wants to come. So just nurse on it a bit." He pushed him closer still until my full length slid down his throat. I could feel his throat muscles involuntarily working around it, getting me even more excited. It felt good to have my cock in such a nice warm sheath.
"Okay Matt, we will be there in around one o'clock, Baby has to relax a bit before we go, and we also need to make sure that he has enough to drink before we let him exercise."
"...right.."
"Yes, I'm working at it right now." I hung up and put the phone away. Looking down on my pet, I slowly stroked his hair, encouraging him to breathe through his nose.
"See how easy this is, this is why you trained your throat on the bottles we're using to feed you." I pushed into him a bit further, but still there was no gagging. He was a natural cock-sucker, just as I had suspected.
"And now my pet, Daddy has a real special treat for you." I forced myself to relax and slowly released the piss that had been building up in my bladder. It flowed down the pet's throat, giving him the much-needed liquid. His eyes opened wide in shock when he felt the first stream running down his throat, but he convulsively swallowed, I was too deep inside of him to allow anything else.
"That's a good boy, drink it all. You will need to nurse on me like that at least once a day, my pet." After my bladder was empty, I let my limp cock just sit on his tongue, took a magazine and began reading while my bitch was warming my dick.
I had just finished one article when Albert finally got off the pet's back and helped him to stand up.
"Sir, I think it's time for us to leave."
With a sigh I put the magazine away and got up. I put my penis away, adjusted my pants and zipped them up.
"Good, I'm ready, let's go get you some exercise my boy."
We steered him out the room and went to the entrance hall where Edwards was already waiting.
"We're going to be gone until four or five, Edwards. I think dinner will be at six thirty today."
"Yes Sir. I prepared a nourishing snack for the young man, he can drink it on the way to the gym. He should have something light in his stomach before he starts exercising."
"What would we do without you, Edwards." I grabbed the four bottles, and continued to the car.
Albert got in the backseat together with the pet, he would make sure that he emptied the bottles until we arrived at the gym. He strapped Baby into the restraints, stuffed the long nipple down his throat and slowly squeezed the content of the first bottle into him.
"....mmphh.....hngg...."
"I'm sure you're not all that hungry right now, after feeding off your Daddy, but these are mineral-shakes that you need to drink before you are allowed to do a workout. You have been in the hospital for two weeks, your body is still a bit depleted, so be a good boy and drink."
Albert had forced the first bottle into him before we even reached the gate.
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