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Part 3: Terms and Conditions May Apply
He woke up with a full bladder. Nathan stirred and sat up, rubbing his
eyes. It was move-in day. He turned to his digital alarm clock. His
vision hazy, it took him a moment or two to work out the numbers 9:15 in
neon red numbers, staring back at him. He was lucky it was a saturday,
meaning he didn't have any work dragging him out of bed. He debated
rolling over and going back to sleep. Marcus and Horatio mentioned the
evening before that they went out to coffee on saturday mornings, if he
remembered correctly. They weren't around. And after what the last week
had put him through, he felt like the world owed him a little shut-eye.
He rolled back over in bed with the slightest of crinkles, trying to fall
back asleep. But his cock kept throbbing, as he felt the need to pee
resurgent in his mind. In the end, he got up, his five inches tenting the
front of his... undergarment... and lumbered to the bathroom that came
with his master bedroom to take a piss.
The agreement he made with his roommates would consider this a violation,
and he knew it. Twisting the doorknob to his private bathroom, he
chuckled. They were out of the house. There was no way they'd ever know,
after all. The bathroom of Nathan's master bedroom was large enough to
accommodate an oversized bathtub with a jacuzzi option, as well as a
nearby shower. The previous owner had incorporated a seashell design on
the wallpaper, which he'd never minded enough to change. Standing in
front of the toilet, Nathan began to strip out of what he'd ended up
wearing when he went to bed: A large yellow onesie with a zipper down the
front of the design, and ruffles along the either side of his waist,
outlining where the diaper would be. Marcus hadn't let him wear the other
outfit to bed, and had also been adamant about not letting him wear his
regular pajamas. With the onesie falling to his ankles, Nathan began
tugging his diaper down to his knees, before sitting on the porcelain
throne to pee.
Nathan let out a light sigh as he let out his fluids, closing his eyes
and slumping back against the backside of the toilet. Deep down, he was
well aware that he would eventually need to actually use one of the
diapers Marcus and Horatio were insisting he stay in. He just wanted to
avoid it for as long as possible. The very idea made his face get hot.
Holding his bladder as long as he could, until he lost all control and
started soaking it, flooding his diaper like a helpless toddler... For
some reason, he found his cock stiffening. Which made him more panicked
than he would ever admit. Deep down, he worried that Marcus was right.
That he actually was enjoying this on some level. And if that were the
case, what did it mean?
This thoughtful reverie was disturbed by the sudden pounding of a fist
against the door of his bathroom. Nathan jumped, which had unforseen
consequences. His stiffening cock popped up, a stream of yellow splashing
against the innards of the diaper at his knees. A stain of a similar
color began to form on the front of it. A voice, muffled from outside the
bathroom door, echoed in. "Natie? Are you in there, being naughty?"
It was Marcus. Nathan bit his lip as he pushed his dick back down towards
the toilet, to finish what he started. His mind was flooding with panic.
He remembered Horatio mentioning they went out for coffee every saturday
morning! He hadn't heard anyone else moving around in the house, either!
How could Marcus be here? He almost responded, before biting his lip and
shutting up. He didn't know what to say or do.
"Natie, I can hear you hyperveeeeeentilaaaaating!" Marcus' voice was
flush with singsongy amusement as he knocked on the door again. "If
you're on the potty, you know what that means!"
"W-why are you home?" Nathan said, his voice tense. "I thought you'd b-be
out."
There was a slow, deliberate chuckle from outside the door. "And you got
your hands caught in the cookie jar because you thought no one was around
to see you being bad, huh?"
"That's-that's not the point!" Nathan stammered out.
"You're right." Marcus voice dropped the moment of amusement from it.
"The point is this: Are you or are you not using the potty in there, in
direct violation of our residence agreement?"
Silence draped over the conversation as Nathan considered his options.
"N-no?" he said, testing the waters. "I'm just shaving. You were the one
who said you wanted me to shave more, right?"
The doorknob began to twist. "Oh? So if I come in, I won't find a toilet
yellowed with pee, and I won't hear it flushing to hide the evidence?"
Nathan jumped to his feet. "N-no! I mean, don't come in! I'm not d-
decent!"
"Oh, like that's even going to matter after a few weeks of this." The
door opened, as Marcus, wearing a red polo shirt and a pair of khaki
pants, walked inside. Nathan watched his eyes whipping up and down,
staring at his exposed cock, the sagging, moist diaper, and the evidence
in the toilet. Nathan watched as his smile grew from ear to ear. "Naughty
naughty, little sissy." He chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door
behind him. Marcus held his arms up on either side, Tsk-ing with his
tongue as he continued to look, at least to Nathan, as infuriatingly smug
as possible. "I'm glad I stayed behind to work on some commissions.
Clearly, our little sissy can't be trusted to keep her diapers on."
Folding his arms against his chest, Nathan looked away, scowling. "I... I
was just..."
Marcus snapped his fingers. "No excuses now, princess." He turned to open
the door again. "You misbehaved, and as per the terms of the agreement
YOU SIGNED, that means either I or Horatio gotta punish you. Come on." He
curled his pointer finger in Nathan's direction, leading him out of the
bathroom, out of Nahan's bedroom, and down the hall. He turned to the
right, into one of the two rooms he and Horatio had rented. "Inside." he
said, curling his finger to beckon Nathan inside.
They'd only been moved in for a day, but already Nathan couldn't
recognise the room after what they'd done to it. A corkboard had been
mounted to the eastern wall, with various swatches of fabric fastened to
it. Two metal racks had been put up alongside it, filled with odd and
exotic clothing. A fuzzy tiger costume rested limply on one hanger, and a
suit coat and pants draped down another. Along the opposite wall were a
few pictures of men and women in various outfits. As Nathan stared at
them, his eyes went wide. There was an obvious pattern. All the people in
the pictures were adults wearing decidedly infantile attire: In one
picture, a grinning man lay on an oversized changing table, wearing a
pink onsie with white elephants patterning the fabric. On another, a
woman was suckling from an oversized baby bottle filled with a white
fluid, while seated in a pair of short blue shorts, held up by rainbow
suspenders. The fabric of the suspenders was the only thing covering her
bare bosom, and Nathan could see white bits of diaper poking up out of
her outfit. And there were still more. The whole wall was a shrine to men
and women in age-inappropriate garb. He blinked. "What the heck is this?"
Marcus turned to sit down in a rocking chair. To his right was a sewing
machine. "You like? That whole wall is devoted to displaying some of my
favorite past projects. I made them myself, you see."
"You're... a seamstress?" Nathan turned to look at him, as Marcus rocked
back and forth in the chair, slowly.
The question made Marcus scowl. "TAILOR. Or Seamster, if you're going to
use the masculine version of the term." The scowl only remained for a
moment before falling away, a smug smirk slithering onto his face like a
snake. "But yes, that is true. That's my job, after all. I make clothing
of all sorts and sell it online. I make all sorts of stuff, custom made
and fit for people's specifications, and sell it on sites like Itsy and
YeBay. But I've always been most popular with people in the-" his gaze
trailed down towards the puffy outline of Nathan's diaper around his
waist. "-COMMUNITY, if I'm going to be delicate about what we're
discussing."
Nathan folded his arms against the soft fabric of his onesie. "Do you
really do enough business with this to make a living off of it?"
"I get by." Marcus chuckled. "Horatio has a good job, and I have a
background of some money, which takes a lot of pressure off. This is more
of a hobby than a real occupation, true, but I'm still a professional
about it." He held his right arm up for Nathan. "But the clothing wasn't
quite what I meant when I called them 'my favorite projects', Natie."
The words sent a tingle up Nathan's spine. "...you mean?!?"
Marcus nodded. "You're starting to get it. Now come here and lay on my
lap. Tummy down, girl. You still have a punishment coming to you."
"Nnngh." Nathan winced, shifting his hips with a faint crinkle. He
scowled and looked away.
Marcus' voice was tense. "Natie... need I remind you that you signed the
agreement, fully aware of what it had in it. I haven't tricked you at
all. Rather, YOU tried to trick me." He leaned forward, holding his hand
out again. "Horatio and I have acted purely in good faith. Do you really
want to get a court involved just because you welched on a deal? Come on,
sit down."
With a pronounced sigh and a slight curling of his lower lip, Nathan
waddled forward, laying down on the rocking chair, his back facing up
toward Marcus' head. "That's a good sissy." Marcus' voice dropped lower.
Nathan could feel fingers reaching down under him to unzip the onsie's
zipper. A cool breeze hit the bare skin of Nathan's back as he felt the
fabric of the onesie sliding down his body. A finger slid between his
diaper and his backside. Then another. "Still dry and powdered back here
at least. Of course, I'd be more impressed with your self-control if I
hadn't caught you being naughty on the potty before." Nathan said nothing
in reply, closing his eyes as he felt the diaper being pulled down to his
knees.
"See, Nathan, a large part of this is feeling out exactly how far you'll
let me go." Marcus purred in the other man's ear, his breath hitting
Nathan's skin. "Oh, you've fussed and fought, but you COULD have said
no."
And then it happened. A firm SMACK rang in Nathan's ears, and a rush of
pain surged up his spine as Marcus' hand hit his bare ass. "That's one.
As in 'one more bit of proof you're enjoying this', Natie."
Nathan winced, biting his lip as he felt his bottom sting. To his own
shame, his cock was getting stiff, rubbing up against Marcus' left thigh.
As the second SMACK hit his rump, he felt the erection twitch. "Nnngh!"
His teeth pressed into his lip. His body tensed up. Pain from the spank
intermingled with a pleasure he hadn't expected, both entwined together
like rope.
"Mmm... my lap's getting moist. Is the little sissy peeing?" Marcus
chuckled as Nathan felt a few fingers probing his erection. "No, that's
not pee. That's sissy juice." He chuckled. "You're like a leaky faucet
down there, huh?"
There was another powerful SMACK, and then a fourth. At the fifth spank,
Nathan couldn't hold it in anymore. He howled, clenching his fists and
groaning. With every smack his bare cock was rubbing up against the
fabric of Marcus' pants, and it wasn't making it any easier to deal with
the pleasure he was awash in. He expected another spank. It didn't come.
Instead, Marcus' voice filled his ears. "See, this is all how I can tell
you're enjoying this. You can protest, complain, and argue against it all
you want, but your body is honest, even if your mouth is not." A few
fingers caressed the head of Nathan's cock, getting precum smeared all
around it. A moan escaped the man's lips.
Marcus continued to rub the other man's cockhead, chuckling. "The tale
your body is telling me is that this is a guilty pleasure for you. You
like wearing a diaper. You lie dressing up like a little baby girl. You
like someone giving you rules, like a parent. And when you're naughty and
break those rules..." Another solid spank hit Nathan's bum. He moaned,
loud and low. "You like having someone bigger and stronger than you
punish you for being naughty. Isn't that right?"
Nathan squirmed in Marcus' lap, his reddened, sore bottom wiggling like a
lure. But he said nothing.
"It's ok. I know it can be hard to admit it." Marcus' voice was
obnoxiously smug to Nathan's ears. "But as I said... what your mouth can
conceal, your body displays all too clearly. I wonder, if I give you a
good firm spanking right here, can I make you cum? Just from that?"
Before Nathan could tell him to stop, Marcus began. Where before, there
had been some time between each slap of his palm, now there was only a
merciless assault. Each strike was firm, fast, and powerful. With every
spank, Nathan's cock ground against Marcus' thigh. He couldn't stop it
from happening. And with every slap, he felt himself getting closer and
closer to a precipice. A cliff he couldn't back away from, but couldn't
quite manage to leap off of. The knotty rope of pain and pleasure bound
him to that spot, as he cried and moaned out, wanting it to stop, but
also wanting it to never end. Tears were in his eyes. He lost track of
how many spanks his da-Marcus had given him. He couldn't think clearly
enough to keep track.
And then, it stopped. Nathan's body went limp, as he panted, huffing in
exertion. "Aww... looks like I couldn't quite get you to make stickies
just like that. Too bad," Marcus said, a childish tone of disappointment
in his words. "I was kinda hoping...it'd be that easy." he chuckled. "But
it looks like we'll have to do it another way. Get up, Natie."
Nathan pushed himself up off Marcus' lap. As he rose, the other man's
hands reached over and grabbed the diaper, pulling it up over Nathan's
groin. "H-hey, wait-" Nathan stuttered, as Marcus pulled him back down,
his diapered, sore bottom sitting on Nathan's lap.
An arm snaked around Nathan's waist. He felt Marcus' fingers rubbing
against the bulge in his diaper. "You know, the fact that it's a guilty
pleasure is why I can get away with all this," Marcus whispered to him,
grinding his fingers firmly against the dry undergarment. "You say no,
but you go along with everything I demand. If you'd ever protested, even
once... I'd back off. But you didn't." The rubbing fingers pressed in
deeper. "Now make stickies, sissy baby."
Nathan couldn't hold out for very long. Something inside him snapped, as
he felt himself falling off the cliff. "Nnnnnnggggaaaaaah!" He threw his
head back and cried out, as he felt himself flooding his diaper with
warm, wet spunk. After a moment of intense pleasure, he slumped over
against Marcus's chest, panting. His body was sweating. He hadn't cum
that hard in a while.
Marcus chuckled. "There we go. Such a good sissy, making stickies in her
diapey like a little girl should. I'm proud of you, Natie."
"Y-you are?" Natie blushed. He felt different. Where there had been shame
and resentment before, now he just felt warm and happy and soggy. He
blushed.
"Of course I am. Daddy Marcus is proud that you've taken your first step
towards understanding that you're a good baby." He smiled. "After all,
that's my little project here..." He reached around and patted at
Nathan's soggy crotch. "Now we're going to leave Natie here in her damp
diapees for a few hours, at least until Horatio gets home." He stood
Nathan up and grinned at him. "Just so you can learn to enjoy it. And
once my erstwhile lover returns? Well, then it's playtime for you both."
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