Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2008 16:46:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Epilogue Part 1

Warning: This story contains scenes of spankings, diapers, shaving and
non-consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting to you
or if you are a minor in your country of residence please leave now. I
would also advise you that one should practice safe sex at all times and
not be careless like my fictional characters.

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complete and if including the copyright notice.

As the author I would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, suggestions or maybe a short note if you find this
story worthy to be continued.

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I would like to thank my wonderful editor for helping me with the last
chapters. Thank you, you were great and the story would not have been as
good without you.

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Epilogue

Now when I look back, I really can't say how I got home from the gym or
what happened afterwards.  The first thing I remember is sitting in the
nursery, not knowing how I got there and staring at the steel-weights in my
hands.  I had picked them up in Steve's bathroom, they were the only trace
left of my pet.  I also can't recall how long I sat there; I just couldn't
bring myself to leave the room.

I ignored the door being opened and closed a couple of times, probably
Albert or Edwards checking in on me.  I didn't acknowledge their presence,
I couldn't move or say anything -- I just sat there trying to understand
that Baby was gone.  For a while I hoped the door would open and he would
come in, begging my forgiveness; but it didn't happen.

Finally Matt came.  At first he tried talking to me: meaningless, empty
words that I didn't reply to at all.  He left after a while, finally
realizing that I didn't want to be bothered.  What I didn't expect was the
bucket of cold water he threw at me.  I jumped up, turning to him, ready to
yell -- when he pulled me into a hug to console me.

"Come on, Peter.  You can't just sit there and give depression a try.
That's not like you at all."

He shook me and steered me to the master-suite where Edwards was already
waiting at the bathroom door, filling a hot tub.  Together they stripped me
of my clothes and helped me get into the tub.  The hot water had a
wonderful calming effect on my jumbled thoughts.  That, and the big tumbler
of whiskey that Edwards was giving me.

"I guess you pushed him too far too fast." Matt sat down on the rim of the
tub, watching me down the second glass.

"This ungrateful little shit.  Just wait `til I get my hands on him.  He'll
pay for this, tenfold."

Anger was rising in me.  After everything I had done for him, he had dared
to abandon me.

"That's the spirit.  We'll find him and then you'll just take your time
punishing him."

"Right."

The third glass went down a lot faster than the previous two.



*******


The next morning I woke up with the mother of all hang-overs, but I had
come up with a plan.  After Edwards forced one of the vilest concoctions
one could possibly imagine down my throat to help me get a clear head I
went to my office to talk with Marcy.

"Marcy? I need you to bring me Richard Walker's file." I walked straight
into my office, ignoring the Marcy's assistant being tied down over the
desk with his bright red ass in the air.

"Good morning to you, too, Mr. Townsend." Marcy, efficient as ever got up
from her chair, opened a file-cabinet, took some papers out and followed me
into my office.

"I'm sorry, Marcy. Good morning."

"Did something happen? You don't look so good?" She put the papers on my
desk while I hung up my jacket.

"Richard ran away." I turned to look at her.

"Oh no^Å But^Å Why^ÅHow?"

I quickly related the story to her, watching her slowly getting angry with
every word I said.

"You need to get him back." The quietly stated words hung in the room.

"I intend to do exactly that. Call his parents and tell them that I need to
talk to them on behalf of their son and his^Å disturbing behavior. Also, I
want you to invite Judge Roberts over at his earliest convenience and
please, make sure that Matt Jackson is available for both meetings."

"Of course. I'll get right to it." She walked towards the door.

"Would you like some coffee while you wait?"

"Sure. Thanks, Marcy."

I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and tried to relax. Finally, I
turned to my computer, activating the observation system to see what Baby
was up to. When the screens flickered to life, I saw my pet lying on the
bed, obviously still asleep. I couldn't believe he had actually gone home
yesterday. A diaper was bunched around his middle making a nice bulk,
barely covered by the sheet. He was still the most delectable boy I had
seen so far.

"Sir, Judge Roberts is on line one."

"Thanks, Marcy."

"Hello Thomas, how have you been?"

"Peter. God, how long has it been? Six months?"

"At least." It was great to hear the voice of Thomas again. He was another
close friend of mine; however, his schedule was always packed since he was
appointed Judge.

"Thomas, I need to call in the favor."

"Straight to the point, as always. What's troubling you, Pete?" Once again
I told Baby's story, knowing that Thomas would help me with my `little'
problem. He has been in the lifestyle a while longer than me, although he
hasn't had a chance to realize his life dream the way I had. He wanted to
establish a school to `educate' and `teach' boys and was still working
around the legal obstacles.

"All right. I'll send the paperwork. All you need to do is get his parents
to sign and he will be legally yours. You will be his appointed guardian,
he will be declared incapacitated on base of his disturbed behavior. Send
me some pictures that I can file with the paper-work and you're good to
go. Just make sure they are discriminating enough."

"You're the best. How is the school coming?"

"Well, the buildings are up, we are about done with the interior and should
be ready to officially open in about 3 months. I'm still looking for the
right people, although I thought that's something you and Matt could help
me with, considering that you will be on the board of directors."

"Sure. Any time. Just let me get Baby back and then I will help with
anything you need."

"You'll have the papers in about an hour. Good luck."

"Thanks, Thomas."

I hung up, greatly relieved that the first part of my plan was taken care
of. I reached once more for the phone, this time calling Steve. I looked
once more at the screens. Baby was still sleeping, oblivious to the world
and the future that awaited him.

"Peter! Gosh, listen^Å I'm really sorry^Å"

"It's okay, Steve. It wasn't your fault." I cut him off quickly. "I already
have a plan." I quickly related the details to Baby's brother and which
role I expected him to play.

"So, can you do that, Steve?"

"Sure. Let me know what time you'll be there and I have him there."

Time for my next call. Before I could pick up the phone once more, the door
opened and Marcy came in with a thin folder in her hands; followed by Matt.

"You look a lot better today, Pete. So, what are we going to do?"

"Thanks, Marcy. Did you reach the Walkers?"

"Yes, Sir. They would like to invite you to their house at noon for a light
lunch."

"All right. Confirm the lunch for me and Matt. I also need you to call this
number and tell Steve Walker, that we will be at his parent's house at
noon."

"Sure." Marcy left and closed the door behind her.

"So, what's the plan?"

I leaned back and told Matt in detail what I wanted to do about Baby's bad
behavior.

"You are a bastard. That will destroy his chances of ever living a normal
life again."

"He won't need to. I will take care of him. His life will evolve around my
needs and his treatments will keep him busy until the day he dies. I have
also decided on a couple of permanent modifications for him that will
ensure his cooperation -- so you will get to have some fun too."

"That is an offer I can't resist. So, why don't we pick out some nice
pictures for his parents and for Thomas' s files while we wait for the
paper-work?"

I called Marcy to get us some coffee and we started sorting out the best
and of course the most condemning shots of my boy.

Before we knew it, the door opened again and Marcy brought in a big
envelope from the Judge's office.

"Okay, I think we have it all together now, so let's go Matt."

I gathered the photos and the papers and we left the office.



*********


It was just a short drive to the exclusive neighborhood where Ricky's
parents lived. They greeted us very formally, clearly giving us a signal
that they were more than surprised to have received a call from their son's
employer.

We were led to an elaborate salon and asked to sit down. A maid came in and
served us drinks, while Mr. Walker finally gave in to his curiosity.

"So, Mr. Townsend. My wife and I were a little bit surprised about your
call. Richard told us of course that you hired him and we were all
delighted to hear that. For someone his age to be hired for such a
responsible position is quite an outstanding success. Is there a problem
with his job?"

"Well, there is a little problem, and it is job-related. It is rather
difficult for me having to be the one telling you this, but there are some
concerns about Richard's behavior. That is why I brought Dr. Jackson
along."

"What do you mean with `concerns about Richard's behavior'?" Ricky's mother
was leaning forward, looking like a tigress ready to defend her young. She
would be a hard nut to crack.

"Well, we brought some photos of what happened. I think they are rather
self-explanatory. Let me assure you though, before I give them to you, that
I will not abandon your son. During the short time I spent with him I have
grown rather fond of him and I truly appreciate his dedication to my
company and me." I managed to look regretful and pulled out the
photos. Matt and I had chosen the perfect pictures for this occasion. They
were shots of Baby in his diapers, his modified penis, him getting an enema
while having the most blissful expression on his face, and a few more of
him being impaled on the various devices I had for him.

"Oh my god!" Ricky's father was pushing the offending pictures away from
him, going all pale.

"I can't believe this." Mrs. Walker was hiding her face in her hands,
crying.

"Like I said before. I am truly sorry, to be the bearer of these news, but
Richard's `lifestyle' does interfere a bit with his work and it is quite
difficult to have him interact with others while your son is like this."

"He is no longer a son of mine. I have not raised a pervert like this. He
will no longer be a part of this family."

"Now, Mr. Walker," Matt interfered, "this might be only a temporary
condition of him. It seems like he is not quite himself at the moment and
he needs help. Professional help to overcome his problem and see the errors
in his behavior."

Mrs. Walker was still crying, turning into her husband and asking with a
small voice:

"What did we do wrong? Just what did we do wrong? Why did he turn out like
that?"  Mr. Walker tried to console his wife, while glaring at us.

"I know it is not your fault, gentlemen, but I would really like to leave
now. And please tell Richard to not ever contact us again."

I successfully hid my smile and decided it was time to get to my plan.

"Well, Mr. Walker. It is not as easy as that. Everybody knows your son is
working for me and his behavior has put me in a rather uncomfortable
position. He is clearly incapacitated as Dr. Jackson said. Your son needs
help and an environment to ensure that he will refrain to give in to his
`urges'. I have a professional evaluation here that states that he is not
capable of taking care of himself which means that he will have to be under
constant supervision, and as his parents this will be your responsibility."

"He will not be allowed in this house anymore. And this is my last word."

I was glad that I had judged Baby's father right. He was a prudish,
conservative asshole with a stick up his ass the size of a telephone pole.

"I have a proposition for you that will help us all, including Richard. It
will allow your reputation to stay intact; nobody will ever know anything
about this."

"What do you mean?"

He was hooked and I had won. Baby was about to become mine, I could already
taste it.

"These papers here from Judge Robert's office state that Richard is
mentally incapacitated and will allow me to gain sole guardianship over
him. This will allow me to keep Richard on my estate as a private assistant
and he would be under constant supervision. He would not be allowed outside
of the estate and as I am generally known to be some sort of reclusive,
nobody would be surprised to not see him anymore. Dr. Jackson would take
charge of his treatments and if he ever gets better we can annul the whole
process and Richard will be a normal man again."

"Why would you do that for him?" Ricky's mother was staring at me
questioningly through her tear-veiled eyes.

"I told you, I've grown rather fond of him and his dedication to his
job. There is no problem there at all; it's just his rather strange
`preferences' that cause a problem. It would be a shame to see such a young
promising man fail because of something like that."

Matt had stayed quiet throughout the whole exchange. He watched the couple
looking at each other, silently communicating with their eyes.  He finally
cleared his throat which caused them to break their eye contact to look at
him. He had the `nice doctor' routine down pat.

"To disinherit this young man and kick him out of your family would
probably cause an irreversible worsening of his condition. Professionally I
would recommend accepting Mr.  Townsend's proposal and let us work with
him. He would still have a job, get paid and have a reason to get
better. That would be a great incentive for him to change his behavior. I
already contacted some colleagues about his problem and we think we will be
able to help him find fulfillment in his life without being an
embarrassment to you."

"You really think you could help him?" There truly was nothing like the
loving heart of a mother.

"I'm convinced."

"So what do you need us to do?"

"Sign these papers and then we will need to get him to my estate. He has
been acting highly irrational yesterday and it even seemed like he was
delusional. He was screaming that he was being mistreated and ran away. So
we actually need to find him. Would you have any idea where he could be?"

I watched Mr. and Mrs. Walker sign the papers and quickly put them back in
my file before they looked too closely at them.

A knock sounded on the door.

"Come in." The maid walked in again announcing that the young masters had
just passed the gate.

"He is coming here?" Mrs. Walker asked confused.

"It is only logical. After all, this is the place where he grew up and
feels safe."

"Oh my god, what are we going to do now?"

"Well, I do have a sedative for him. Why don't you go and greet him, don't
let him suspect for one minute that you know something, offer him a drink,
slip him the sedative with it and we take it from there."

"I'll take care of it." Resolutely Mr. Walker got up and disappeared
through the door.

"Dr. Jackson, what could have caused this? He has always been a really
normal boy and never seemed to have strange tendencies like that? Did my
husband and I cause this in any way? Is it our fault?" Her eyes were
silently begging us to deny the last questions.

"No, you didn't do anything to cause this sort of behavior. This happens
when young boys fall in with the wrong crowd and get strange ideas about
their place in life. All we need to do is correct this and make him realize
where his proper place is."

The door opened again.

"He is sitting in the living-room with his drink. He was very upset and not
really making sense at all. He swallowed the drink all at once, so I guess
now all we have to do is wait for the sedative to work. Steve drove him
here and is waiting with him." He shook his head and sat down again.

"I think he is actually wearing a diaper under his clothes. Why is he doing
this to us? It can't be Steve's fault as much as I wish I could blame it on
him. But I know they haven't been in touch since we made Steve leave. We
tried to keep everything out of the ordinary away from him and now this."

"Don't worry Mr. Walker we will take care of Richard." It tried to console
the devastated man in front of me.

"Well, the drugs should be working now, so I guess we will take Richard now
and take him to his new home." Matt and I got up to follow Mr. Walker to
the living-room. Steve was there with Baby leaning on him, totally out of
it. The drugs in combination with the alcohol had done a great job of
knocking my pet out.

"This is our adopted son Steve, gentlemen. Steve, these are Mr. Townsend,
Richard's employer and Dr. Jackson. They will take care of Richard from now
on."

"So you are not going to kick him out like me?" Steve asked with an angry
voice, not giving any indication that we knew each other.

"Look, Steve, we did what we thought was best^Å"

It was time for me to interfere. "It might be better if you let us take
Richard home now, so you will be able to discuss your family matters
without us disturbing you."  Matt and I hoisted Baby up from the couch and
took him between us.

"We will keep you informed of his progress over time. Mrs. Walker,
Mr. Walker -- it has been a pleasure meeting you, although I wish it could
have been under different circumstances."

"Thank you Mr. Townsend for taking care of him. And also our thanks to you
Dr. Jackson."

"It is my pleasure, Mrs. Walker. You have our promise that we will take
real good care of your boy."

We got Baby to the door and managed to get him in the backseat of the
car. The three remaining members of the Walker family stood on at the front
door, watching us drive their errant boy to his new life.

"To the clinic Matt. There are some things I want done right away."

"Your wish is my command." Matt chuckled and drove in direction of his
clinic.

"I wonder if Steve is now back in their good graces, now that the prodigy
son turned out to be a disappointment?"

"I'm sure Steve will let us know. He said he would come by tonight for
dinner."

"That means we will have to hurry."


*************


At the clinic, Matt's personal staff was already waiting for us; everything
was already prepared for the upcoming treatment of the pet.  I watched as
they strapped him naked into the examination chair, securing him tightly.
Matt spread the stirrups, opening him wide.

"Let's begin. What do you want me to do?"

"I think he needs another shot in his balls. I want them bigger -- at least
the size of a lemon or peach. A real handful."

Matt took one of the prepared syringes and grabbed Baby's testicles.

"This should get them to swell up to the required size." He carefully
injected each of the already impressive nuts while stretching the sac to
its full length.

"I want that bladder incontinent. Permanently. I don't care if you have to
overdose whatever you gave him before, but he will have no control over his
bladder anymore."

"There is something I was working on, although it has not been tested
long-term. I don't know how long it will keep him incontinent but it should
work for more than just a couple of months."

"Use it."

Matt took another syringe from a tray and steadily inserted the extremely
long needle through the wand. Meanwhile I looked over the piercing
accessories that were laid out by Matt's staff. I picked two one and half
inch nipple tubes with a half inch diameter bar-bell to secure them on the
pet's nipples.

"We need to pull his nips so they'll fit these. I want him to wear these
and I want a chain attached on each end of the bar-bell."

I helped Matt to take the piercings on Baby's nipples out and helped him
squeeze them into the tubes. Matt gently inserted the bar-bells through the
tips and managed to do so without causing any bleeding.

"This looks really great on him. Do you also want to replace the guiche
rings with something larger? I got these really enormous rings that would
keep his ass stretched open all the time."

"Yes, I think that would be good for him. They will help him stay focused
on his pussy." Matt carefully replaced the smaller rings in Baby's ass
crack and moved the stirrups towards each other to show me the effect. It
was amazing. Even though the pet's legs were closed, his ass was held wide
open, allowing a clear view of his hole.

"That is just perfect for him. I also want this steel bell attached to his
clit-piercing, from now on I want to know exactly when he moves." I picked
up a two inch steel bell, normally used as a bird's toy and gave it to Matt
so he could attach it on a short chain to the bar-bell going through Baby's
dick.

"It'll be a bitch to clean, but right now he needs a movement sensitive
alarm on him."

I looked at my pet, still being blissfully unaware of what was going on
with him. His little titties would hurt like a bitch from being stretched
and I would make sure to increase that pain by hooking him up to his breast
pump when we got home. I snipped his nipples making them quiver
delightfully and traced the muscles on his rock hard stomach with my
fingers. I felt myself go hard and decided to give my pet a dose of his
daddy's juices. Matt grinned and moved aside to give me access to my Baby's
cunt. I didn't waste time to lubricate him and just shoved my dick deep
inside him with one powerful thrust. I rode him harder than ever before. He
sucked me in deep, his ass unconsciously telling me that it needed to be
filled with my spunk. His tight muscles grabbed my cock like a velvet glove
and I pumped all my anger into his tight sheath until I finally felt that
familiar zing inside of me, announcing my climax. I rammed into him a few
more times and filled him with my cum, coating his insides, once more
marking him as mine.

"There you go boy, your little pussy should be happy now all drenched with
your daddy's cream." I pulled out and took the wipes from Matt's hand to
clean myself.

"I need to plug him up. I don't want him to lose any of it." Matt grinned
and handed me a nine inch steel plug with an extra wide base.

"Will this do?"

"Oh yes. Just the right size for my little boy. How long will the sedative
keep him down?"

"At least another hour. So you should be okay until you got him at home."

"Good. One more thing though before we take him home. I want him to drip
from now on like the horny slut he really is. I there something you can
do?"

"Well, there is a stimulant that can be injected into the seminal
vesicles. They produce about 70% of the seminal fluid and can be coerced to
constantly produce and make him drip pre-cum."

"Perfect. And after that, I'll plug him up and we can go home where he
belongs."

I watched as Matt took another syringe out of the fridge and with the help
of ultrasound gave my pet the required injections.

"All done. We're good to go."

I inserted the large plug, diapered my boy and let two of Matt's nurses
carry him to the car. I called Albert to have everything prepared for our
arrival, got in the car and started the drive home.




************



When I pulled up the driveway, Albert and Edwards were already waiting for
us in front of the house. Together we carried the pet upstairs to the
examination room and strapped him on the whipping bench.

"Albert, we will wait with his punishment until he is awake. He will get 50
lashes on his ass, 50 on his clit and 50 on his pussy. No whipping for his
balls, they just got treated by Matt."

"I will be more than happy to wait for him to wake up. We wouldn't want him
to miss out on the fun."

We left the room and went downstairs for a late lunch after I realized I
never got to eat at the Walker's house.


We had just finished eating when Edward's toyboy came crawling into the
dining-room telling us that Baby was waking up. I got up, motioning to the
other two to join me and we went upstairs where we were greeted by the
beautiful sight of Baby's plugged and naked ass.

"So, I see you are awake now?" I went to sit on a chair right in front of
my boy. He struggled against his bonds although he should know by now that
there was no escaping from them.

"What are you doing? Why^Å.?" The moment he opened his mouth I shoved the
dildo-gag in.

"Now we can talk. More exactly I talk -- you listen, boy." I gave Albert a
sign to begin with the whipping. The tall nurse smiled broadly, got the
paddle and started.

"First my boy, Albert will give you your badly needed punishment. You will
receive 50 strokes on your ass, 50 on your clit and 50 on that naughty
pussy of yours. And after he is done, you will thank him for punishing
you. Albert, you can start now."

When the first stroke hit his upraised and plugged ass, he bucked against
his restraints, unable to scream out his pain. After a few more followed,
sweat began to form on his forehead clearly indicating that every hit hurt
him immensely.

"While Albert is taking care of your sorry ass, let me tell you what your
future will be like. You had the chance to come to me willingly and undergo
your treatment like a grown and mature man. Instead of accepting what
happened you decided to run. That was a bad decision on your part; even
your parents realized that. They signed papers that will give me complete
control over you and I will exercise that control, have no doubt. You will
be kept here on the estate for most of the time. You will only be allowed
to leave it when I take you on an outing. You were declared mentally
incapacitated and therefore you will be under my guardianship until I
decide to end it."

I took a deep breath, watching him closely. I could smell his fear, mixed
in with anger and rage.

"Mr. Townsend, I'll start on his pussy now. I'll need to remove the plug."

"Do that, Albert, he should be opened enough by now." I turned my attention
back to the boy.  Albert took his favorite switch and started to work on
Baby's stretched asshole, really letting him have it. After this punishment
my boy would be more than thankful for his bulky diaper.

"Your days will be spent according to a new schedule me and Dr. Jackson are
currently working on and there will be no excuse for not following it
whatsoever. That means, if it is time for your spanking and we are out
somewhere you will still receive it. I will let you wet your diaper on
specific times, and you will do all required exercises according to
Dr. Jackson's recommendations. Failing to do so will result in severe
punishments. Also, for the time being you will only be allowed to move
around crawling while wearing a humbler and a stretcher. You will get a
collar and a leash. You will either wear a big plug or an anal hook while
in the humbler. You might be allowed to wear your peek-a-boo panties or the
g-strings as well as the matching bras to go with them. Edwards will pick
out if, when and what you are allowed to wear and you will wear them
without complaint. He will also decide when it is time for your diapers or
your clean- outs. You will only talk when asked to do so. If you need to
tell me something you may approach me on your knees and lick my hand and I
may or may not give you permission to talk.  If you talk without permission
you will get a gag. Do you understand?"

It was simply breathtaking to watch him nod his head while tears were
streaming from his eyes.  He was panting heavily around his gag, the
muscles on his back were quivering from the exertion -- Baby was the most
gorgeous creature I have ever seen.

"We need to turn him over now."

Together we turned the unresisting boy over to expose his clit. It was
jutting out in front of him, clearly hard and dripping. I took the remote
to close the valve. I looked down on him, showing him my regret for what
was about to happen...

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