I met him at the bar on a humid Friday, the kind where sweat already clung to skin before anything happened. He was older, thick arms, a smirk that said he knew exactly what I was hiding under my jeans. We didn’t talk long.
His place was a short walk, a dim apartment with the faint smell of powder and plastic already in the air.
“Strip,” he said the second the door closed. No warm-up. Just that low voice.
I peeled everything off while he watched. When I was naked he tossed a thick white diaper onto the bed. “On your back. Legs up.”
My cock twitched at the command. I lay down and lifted my knees like he wanted. He taped me in fast, the padding pressing tight against my balls and shaft, the plastic crinkling loud in the quiet room. The front was already starting to tent.
“Stand up. Walk for me.”
I did, the diaper forcing my thighs apart, every step making that humiliating rustle. He followed close, one hand sliding over the bulging front, squeezing until I groaned.
“Already leaking, huh? Good boy.”
He pushed me onto the couch, yanked the tapes open just enough to free my cock, and swallowed me in one smooth motion. The diaper stayed on, bunched around my hips, the wet wipes and powder smell mixing with spit and precum. He sucked hard, one hand pressing the soggy padding against my ass, fingers pushing the material between my cheeks.
I came fast, shooting down his throat while the diaper crinkled under his grip. He didn’t swallow everything. He let some spill onto the inside of the diaper, then taped it back up over the mess.
“Wear it the rest of the night,” he ordered. “Every time you feel that warm load squish, remember who put it there.”
We didn’t stop there. Later he bent me over the kitchen table, pulled the diaper down just enough to expose my hole, and fucked me slow while the front sagged heavy with piss he made me take. Every thrust made the wet bulk swing between my legs. He came inside me, then taped everything back tight so nothing could leak.
By morning the diaper was soaked through, heavy, warm, and completely mine. He made me crawl to the shower still wearing it, then peeled it off and hosed me down like the filthy, used-up boy I was.
I left with a fresh one taped on under my clothes, already starting to feel the first warm trickle. He told me to text when it was full again.
I already knew I would.
