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Daddy's Home (Part 5)
🕑 Added 2020-09-18 18:00:00 +0000 UTCThis is a series of shorts I was commissioned to write by a patron. Previous section can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/41583190/
The Baby wriggled uncomfortably as he knelt in front of Daddy in a baby blue T-shirt and wet diaper that was about due for a change, struggling to contain the enema he’d been given.
The Pup next to him was a lot more comfortable. Except for a muzzle and a collar, he was naked, kneeling with his fists raised in a ‘begging’ gesture.
Daddy looked down at both of them, smiling. “You two have been very good today. Haven’t you?”
The Pup nodded enthusiastically, and while the Baby had a little less energy, he still agreed. Since the spanking yesterday, he’d been a model of good behavior, and hadn’t been forced into any unintended rule breaking.
In contrast, the Maid was standing with her nose in the corner a few paces away, dirty diaper sagging beneath her puffy skirts. She’d made the mistake of assuming she’d get a change in the morning and expressing as much, and as a result, she’d just been given a fresh diaper to cover the old one.
“You’ve done a good job of accepting your new place, Baby,” Daddy praised. “In fact, I think you both deserve a little treat. How does that sound?”
Suspicion crept into the Baby’s mind, but he knew better than to voice it. If it was a trick, he couldn’t avoid it, and if it was a genuine reward he didn’t want to spoil it by acting ungrateful. “Yes please!” he vocalized, squeaking a little as the enema made him cramp up. The Pup just panted and nodded happily.
“Now, I didn’t just give you that enema so you’d have to squirm,” Daddy said, looking at the Baby. “I wanted to make sure you were nice and clean, because from now on, the Pup gets to mount you as much as he wants to!”
Hesitating, the Baby said, “But… but I don’t like men…”
“Neither did the Pup,” Daddy pointed out. “But he still needs something to hump, doesn’t he? The Maid is just for me, so would you deny him his reward for being good?”
The Baby shook his head. “No… sorry, daddy…”
“Besides, Baby, I haven’t told you the best part. Mounting you is the Pup’s reward. Yours is, you’re allowed to cum.”
The Baby trepidation turned to excitement. He’d been locked up in that cage for so long that it was hard to even move without his body trying to get erect and being held back. A release would be incredible, no matter what it took to get it.
Perking up, he smiled up at Daddy. “Thank you, Daddy!”
“Now, you can stop holding that enema, Baby,” Daddy said. “I think you’ll be all cleaned out inside by now.”
Feeling palpably relieved, the Baby let go, flooding the seat of his diaper with watery mush. Excited by the anticipation of being released, he was reminded that he really did enjoy a warm, squishy diaper, and let himself rock back and forth in the mess a little as it poured out of him.
Daddy smirked down at him, then turned his head and leveled his expression to something more stern. “Maid, you’re needed. You may come out of the corner.”
She turned and hurried over, waddling from the weight of her double diapers. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Take off the Baby’s diaper and clean him up,” Daddy said. “Once he’s wiped down, I want you to make sure he’s spotless using your tongue. This is going to be special for the Pup, and I don’t want anything dirty to ruin it.”
Her expression visibly soured, and she started to protest. “But-”
A single look from Daddy made the complaint die in her throat.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Taking the Baby’s hand, she walked him over to the changing table, taking his hand to help him up. Daddy cleared his throat, and she looked back at him.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“You just questioned me,” Daddy pointed out.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, “I won’t do it again.”
“When you’re done removing his diaper, put it on yourself,” Daddy instructed. “Clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
She opened her mouth, and it was obvious she was about to say something like, ‘That’s too many diapers!’, but the Baby squeezed her hand and she caught herself. “Of course, Daddy. Whatever you say.”
Helping the Baby up, she pulled at the tapes, letting the soggy, smelly diaper flop onto the changing table. Pulling it away, she almost automatically moved to dump it into the changing pail, then caught herself. Instead, she climbed up onto the changing table so that she was crouched over the diaper, lifted it, and awkwardly taped it over her existing layers.
The trio of heavy, stinky diapers weighed down on her as she got back to her feet, legs splayed out as it squelched around her, throwing off her balance. She had to lean against the changing table for support as she started wiping up the Baby, cleaning away the remnants of muck that were stuck to his bottom and thighs. Knowing she’d be licking up anything she missed, she was careful to do a good job.
“Good,” Daddy instructed. “Baby, roll over so that she can get to you better.”
The Baby obeyed. There was a twinge of hesitation, as he felt sorry for the Maid, but if he disobeyed it would just bring punishment for both of them, and he was excited to be released from the cage.
“Maid, you know what to do.”
She did. Bending over, she began exploring with her tongue, running it along the rim of her once-Husband’s asshole. He moaned, body reacting with pleasure to the sensation as she licked and probed.
After a moment of uncertainty, she started to act with more enthusiasm, extending her tongue deeper into him.
Daddy watched, pleased, taking a moment to look down at the Pup. “Are you ready for your fun?”
The Pup was more than ready, as his raging erection showed, and he nodded in excited agreement.
“Alright. Maid, you can stop.”
She did, taking her face away.
“There’s lube under the changing table. Make sure he’s ready.”
She found it where it was supposed to be, and applied a generous amount with her fingers, spreading it and probing deep inside to ensure there were no dry spots.
Once he was ready, she stepped back, nodding at Daddy. The Baby stood up, too, naked from the waist down, walking over to where the Pup was waiting. “Um… who has the key?”
“The key?” Daddy asked, raising an eyebrow. “What do you need that for, Baby?”
“So I can cum?” the Baby asked, tilting his head in confusion.
“I said you had permission to cum,” Daddy clarified. “Not that you’d get to remove your cage, silly. Get down on all fours, now.”
The Baby’s face fell in disappointment, but there was no argument. He did as instructed, getting on his hands and knees so that he was presented to the Pup eagerly.
Pleasure clear in his tone, Daddy said, “He’s all yours.”
The Pup didn’t waste any time. He was taller than the Baby, and when he got behind the Baby, the domination of the pose was clear. Lining himself up, he thrusted into the lubed-up hole, making the Baby gasp.
It was a good gasp. A great one. He hadn’t known how good this was going to feel.
His own little cock straining against the cage, the Baby pushed himself deeper onto the Pup’s cock, rolling his hips as the Pup pulled back and thrust again, harder, his tip quivering inside the Baby.
They both moaned, the Baby’s voice more desperate as he wished to be free of the cage so he could take himself and do something with all the pleasure he was feeling.
As they watched, Daddy stepped over to the maid, quietly saying, “Get on your knees.”
She had expected he’d want a blowjob while this went on, and was ready for the instruction, obeying immediately.
Daddy kept his pants on, though she could see him bulging beneath the zipper. “Tough yourself. Cum, maid, before they’re done.”
“Sir-” she started, before remembering the consequence for argument. “Yes, sir.”
Touching a hand to the front of her triple-thick layers of sodden, smelly, heavy diapers, she began to rub. It took a lot of force to feel the pressure between so much squelching pulp, but she managed.
Though she hadn’t been caged, it had been a long time for her, too, and she gasped.
The Pup was pounding himself into the Baby, each thrust making the Baby squeak in pleasure and desperation. He wanted to plead with Daddy, to beg for permission to be free of his cage, but all he could manage to say was, “P-please, please, please-”
The Maid hated the sticky, wet warmth that was pressed tight against her skin, but she moaned in spite of herself, rubbing harder to try and cum in time. Daddy put his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down into the mess, making her diaper squelch and leak out onto her skirts and stockings, reminding her just how much she’d been using the diapers since she’d been placed into them.
The Pup moaned, but slowed down, wanting to make this last. Beneath him, the Baby whimpered, trying to grind into the Pup to get more sensation out of the experience. “M-more, please- G-give it to me!”
At that, the Pup was more than happy to oblige, riding his bitch for all he was worth.
The Maid bit her lip, rubbing harder, grinding her hips into the floor in spite of the leaking puddle that was forming, faster, faster until-
Across the room, the three of them reached their own version of climax. The Pup’s cock quivered inside the Baby, spurting deep into him, and while the Baby felt no satisfaction of release, he still dribbled out just from being milked, white fluids dripping from his cage onto the floor.
The Maid squirted into her diaper, which was so overloaded that it just contributed to all the fluids leaking out to make a puddle on the floor and stains on her clothing.
Daddy smiled. Though he hadn’t had such an explosive release, he felt more satisfied than anyone else in the room. Their moments of pleasure were fleeting and temporary - and, for the baby, there wasn’t even any real pleasure - while his power was permanent.
And, besides, he could get his satisfaction here in just a moment. “Pup, please go get cleaned up. Baby, wait until you can get a fresh diaper, I don’t want you leaking all over the place. Maid, come here. I think I need to use your mouth for a moment before you get to work. Do a good enough job, I’ll even let you change before bedtime.”
