I met Derek at a quiet bar downtown, and within two hours we were back at his place with his hand down my pants. He didn’t waste time with small talk once the door closed. “Strip,” he ordered, voice low and rough. I did exactly what he said. When I was naked he pulled a thick, crinkling diaper from a drawer and held it up. “This is what you’re wearing tonight.”
My cock twitched hard at the sight. Derek saw it and smirked. He laid me on the bed, lifted my legs, and powdered me like he’d done it a hundred times. The diaper was heavy and soft, the tapes pulled tight around my waist. The second it was on, he pressed his palm against the front and rubbed slow circles over my swelling dick through the padding. “Good boy,” he growled. “Already leaking for Daddy.”
He stripped down too, his own thick cock standing straight out. He climbed over me, straddling my chest, and fed me his balls while he ground his ass back against the front of my diaper. The plastic crinkled loud every time he moved. I sucked him eagerly, tasting salt and skin, while he reached behind himself and pressed the diaper tighter against my trapped erection. “You’re not coming out of that until it’s soaked,” he warned.
Derek flipped me onto my stomach, yanked the back of the diaper down just enough to expose my hole, and ate me out until I was shaking. Then he pushed two lube-slick fingers inside, scissoring me open while the thick padding rubbed my cock with every thrust of his hand. I moaned into the sheets, the diaper crinkling nonstop. When he finally replaced his fingers with his cock, he kept the front of the diaper pulled up so every stroke made the wet padding slap against me.
He fucked me slow and deep at first, then harder, the bed creaking, the diaper rustling and squishing between us. Every time he bottomed out he reached under me and squeezed my padded cock. “You’re gonna fill this diaper like a good boy,” he grunted. I came first, shooting hard into the padding while he kept pounding me. The warmth spread through the diaper, making it even heavier and messier. Derek groaned at the feel of it and buried himself to the hilt, flooding my ass.
Afterward he didn’t let me take the diaper off.
He taped it back up, rolled me onto my side, and spooned behind me, one hand resting possessively over the warm, used padding. “We’re doing this again tomorrow,” he murmured against my neck. “And the next night. You’re mine now.”
I fell asleep with my face against his chest, the heavy, wet diaper still taped tight around me, already wondering how much more I could take before I begged him to change me just so he could put me in another one and start all over again.
