I never planned on telling this shit out loud, but here it is. My name’s Saijin, twenty-eight, built like a swimmer with a tight ass and a cock that gets hard the second I feel that thick diaper tape pull snug around my hips. I’m gay as hell and deep into the ABDL life. It started with secret orders online, then it became real when I met Derek at a private club night.
Derek was older, thick arms, a voice that made my balls tighten. First night he took me back to his place he didn’t waste time. “Strip and get on the changing mat, boy.” I dropped my jeans, already half-hard, and lay back while he wiped me down with cold baby wipes, making sure to stroke my shaft a few times just to watch it twitch. He powdered me heavy, the scent filling the room, then taped a big white diaper around my waist so tight the front bulged with my erection.
“Now piss for Daddy,” he ordered. I let go, feeling the warm flood soak the padding, the plastic crinkle loud as my cock throbbed against the wet warmth.
He didn’t fuck me right away. He made me crawl around in that soaked diaper, the sag pulling between my legs, while he stroked himself and called me his good little piss boy. When he finally ripped the tapes open, my cock sprang free, dripping, and he pushed me onto all fours. The diaper stayed under me like a messy mat as he slicked up and sank his thick dick straight into my hole. Every thrust made the wet padding squish beneath my knees. I came hard without touching myself, shooting onto the inside of the open diaper while he filled my ass.
After that it became our routine. I’d show up at his apartment already in a diaper under my clothes, sometimes pre-wet so it was heavy and warm against my balls. Derek loved checking me in the hallway, hand down the back of my pants, fingers pressing the soaked padding against my hole. “Good boy, kept it wet for me.” Then he’d lay me out, change me slow, licking my clean cock between wipes until I begged. One night he added a plug, sliding it in before taping the fresh diaper shut. I walked around leaking around the plug, the pressure making me leak piss in little spurts that soaked the front again.
We got dirtier. He’d have me sit on his lap in just the diaper, grinding my padded ass on his cock while he fed me a bottle. The milk made me need to go again, and he’d hold me there, making me piss myself while he jerked me through the plastic. When he was ready he’d pull the leg guard aside, shove in raw, and fuck me while the diaper stayed on, the mess and piss squelching around us. I’d come so hard the front of the diaper turned into a sticky swamp.
The best nights were when he invited another guy over. Two thick cocks, both taking turns while I stayed diapered and leaking. One would fuck my mouth, the other my ass, and I’d come in the padding over and over until it was heavy and gross and perfect. Derek always made sure to change me after, wiping me gentle like I really was his baby, then putting me in a fresh one so I could sleep next to him with his cum still inside me.
I’m not ashamed anymore. This is what gets me off harder than anything else: the crinkle, the wet heat, the way a man looks at me when he sees how much I need to be kept like this. Derek still texts me when he wants his diaper boy. I show up already taped and starting to soak, ready for whatever filthy thing he decides to do to me next. That’s my story. Gay, ABDL, and fucking loving every soaked, taped-up second of it.
