Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 08:15:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Chapter 4

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


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Chapter 4

As soon as I had dropped off my totally devastated Baby at his apartment, I
headed back to my office to watch what he would do. When I switched on the
screens I heard a knock on the door. It was Matt asking if he could join
me. We got comfortable on the couch and watched the helpless male sitting
on his bed staring into his crotch. He got up and went to kitchen to get
himself a beer out of the fridge.

"That's a bad idea, kiddo." Matt snickered. "Alcohol intensifies the
effect. It'll only take a couple of minutes until he starts shitting and
pissing again if he continues to move around."

"Isn't he just perfect?" I knew I had a dreamy smile on my face. "He will
hate wearing diapers and after we put in the tubing, he will not even know
when I open the valve. He will just feel his piss streaming out of his
little dick and there will be nothing he can do about it." I was in
heaven. In anticipation of having Tim as my diapered slave, I had one of my
companies' manufacture a specially designed extremely bulky diaper that
would be able to absorb huge loads of body waste and at the same time
accommodate the permanent hard-on he would have after his urethral insert
was put in. It was a really devious device that Matt had developed. Agreed,
the insertion of the bulbous tip would be one of the more painful
experiences for my pet, but it would keep him constantly aroused. The
hollow tube, serving to partially catheterize the diaper-boy at all times,
would end at the prostate gland. There, a one way valve would prohibit
urination and the flow of other fluids, of course. Only by inserting a soft
rubber tube to open the valve would allow Baby's bladder to be emptied. The
tip also served as probe through which a constant electric currant would be
fed that would keep the boy hard and dripping. He would always be aware of
his erection, and a special harness would keep it pointing away from his
body. The diapers were formed to bulge out in front so that his prick would
have enough room in the large diaper. This was to further humiliate him,
especially if he was made to go out in public. Life was just great.


I turned my attention back to the screen, where my boy had finally taken
off his pants and sat there in only his diapers, nursing another beer. It
was the most erotic sight to see this athletic well muscled body of a grown
man sitting there in a diaper. I had to take out my cock and slowly started
to stroke myself. Matt just gave me a glance and continued fondling himself
through his pants. In his apartment Richard obviously had decided to lie
down and take a nap. This gave us time to go over my plans for tomorrow and
the stay in the clinic.

"Matt, I want you to give him the injections for his balls and the
sac. They need to be stretched. They do have a nice size already, but I
really want them larger. I want them to be nicely folded in that special
stretcher I showed you. In a couple of weeks I want them to be stretched
down five inches and from there folded back up towards his perineum,
secured to the guiche ring you will put in there. The second guiche needs
to be an inch above his hole so that I can use it as a fastening device for
his cheek stretcher. I want him exposed all the times. He will wear diapers
mostly, but once in a while I might just plug him up and show him off. So
for the insert you need to make sure that you use the largest size tube and
make sure it sticks out an inch from his tip. I want it secured with a
bar-bell through his tip that also sticks out an inch on each side or maybe
a D-Ring. He needs to see that he will never penetrate anything with that
useless little prick of his. His nipples need to be pierced and stretched
as well. You can start that in the clinic while he is out. I want nice
girly titties on his muscled chest, and I want them lactating. So make sure
you got the right hormone mix. I can already picture him wearing a training
bra and use a breast pump."


We ordered an early supper to be brought to my office, I send Marcy home
and we talked for hours about our project with Richard. We started to call
him Baby Ricky and decided to use that name from now on. It was already
dark when there was again movement on the screen. Ricky was waking up. He
moved to the side of his bed and started to get up when it started
again. We could hear him cursing over the distinctive sounds of bowel
movement. The diaper visibly started to sag under the weight of the
enormous load he had just put in it. And then the pissing started. All the
water he had drunk this afternoon together with the beer ensured a rather
large amount of liquid running uncontrollably out of him. His face showed
his devastation. He sat back down in his messy diapers and reached for the
phone.

"So do you think he really is going to call me now to let me know about
this?" I asked Matt.

"He will. He is trying to keep this from everybody and right now you are
the only one he can confide in. You are also his future employer. Just
wait, the phone will ring in a second...Put him on loud-speaker though." He
leaned back into the couch this time taking his half erect dick out of his
pants and seriously started to jerk himself off. The phone rang twice
before I answered it.

"Townsend"

"Hello Sir, this is Richard Walker."

"Richard, everything okay with you?" I tried to sound concerned while
stroking my dick faster and faster.

"It happened again, Sir. What shall I do?" I could see on the screen that
he was silently crying.

"I told you this afternoon my boy; I'll take care of it. Now, before we do
anything else I want you to take a spare key and put it under the door
mat. I'll send somebody over tomorrow morning, who will help you with
everything. Now tell me, did you already change your diaper?"

"No, Sir, I called you right away." He sniffled into the phone.

"Good boy. Then I want you do exactly what I say. Go to the kitchen and get
two big garbage bags and some paper towels."

"Yes, Sir, what..?"

"Just do what I say. Do you have them?"

"Yes Sir.

"Spread one of them on your bed and lie down on it."

"Yes sir, I'm lying on it."

"Now open the tapes on each side of your diaper. Do not pull the diaper
down yet."

"I got the tapes open, Sir."

"Good boy. Now take some paper towels in one hand and with the other
carefully fold down the front flap of the diaper between you spread
legs. You've got to spread your legs wide open to do that without making a
mess." It would also ensure a perfect view of him thanks to the camera I
had installed. We had a wonderful view of him, lying on the bed his legs
spread, his dick exposed and the filled diaper clearly visible around and
under him.

"I folded the flap down, Sir."

"Now use the paper towel to wipe down your front towards the diaper."

"Yes, Sir, I'm wiping myself down."

"Very good. Now I want you to slowly lift your ass out of the diaper, by
bending your feet at the knee and putting your feet flat on the mattress,
so you can lift yourself up."

"Alright Sir, I'm up."

"Now use more paper towels to wipe your ass down, and don't forget to clean
your crack."

"Doing it, Sir."

"Now carefully pull the garbage bag out from under you and put your mess in
the second one."

"I did, Sir."

"That's my boy. Now go and take a shower to clean yourself. I'll wait on
the phone and tell you how to put on the clean diaper."

"Thank you, Sir. I will. I'll be right back."

I covered the phone with my hand and silently mouthed to Matt who was about
to come any second now: "Isn't he the most adorable Baby?" He grinned and
then grimaced as longs spurts of his cum shot out of his pants onto his
palm. I watched him licking the come off his hand and shot a huge load on
my desk. Before I could get a tissue to clean up my mess, my cute little
Baby was back on the phone.

"I'm clean now, Sir."

"Alright. Now I want you to spread out the diaper on your bed, and put 5
booster pads on it." His face on the screen showed his embarrassment while
he carefully stacked the pads into the diaper.

"Now take the oil and the powder and make sure that your whole crotch and
your ass are oiled and powdered. Don't forget to use a lot of powder in
your ass crack." I saw him wince at my use of words but he complied.

"I'm all oiled and powered up, Sir."

"Now you lie down on the diaper and pull the sides up tight and then attach
the front flap." I heard the lovely sound of his crinkling plastic diaper
through the phone.

"I did it, Sir."

"We need to add some more protection to that, to make sure you're not going
to leak tonight. Get another garbage bag and a pair of scissors." We saw
him move into the kitchen, opening a drawer to get the scissors and
grabbing another plastic sac.

"You also need some duct-tape." He opened another drawer and took out a
roll of duct- tape.

"I got everything, Sir. What do I do now?"

"You cut two holes in the bottom of the bag and put your legs through
them. Then you pull the bag up like a pair of panties. With the duct-tape
you seal the holes where your legs go through and around your waist. Use a
lot of tape to make sure it's sealed up tight.

The nurse I'm sending over tomorrow will get you out of your diaper, so you
don't have to worry about that."

It was cute watching him getting himself all diapered up for the night.

"I think it's all tight now, Sir."

"Then I think you should go to bed and rest. You have your exam at eight,
and the nurse will be there early to get you ready. Good night boy."

"Good night, Sir and thank you again."

"You are right, Peter, he will be perfect for your purpose." Matt got up,
stretched and then left me to ponder all the things that I would make my
boy suffer through in order to please me.