Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 00:22:07 -0500 From: Devin Fox <devinfox20@gmail.com> Subject: Gay Male Urination: Baby Boy Damien (Part III) (scat, raunch, diapers) Hey guys. I know it's been awhile since I've made a new chapter, but here it is. Inspired by true events, hehe. :) I hope you all enjoy it. As always, this is a story with elements of raunch, scat, homosexuality, and AB/DL fetishes. If this is illegal in your country or you find any of this offensive, then please leave now. Though if you're against homosexuality I'm not quite sure how you would find this story anyway...but...oh well. PLEASE make sure to take the time to donate to Nifty. They allow me to give you guys my innermost thoughts and keep your cocks hard, so we'd all really appreciate even the smallest of donations. And as always, if you have any questions/comments/snide remarks about my stories, please don't hesitate to email me at devinfox20@gmail.com. I love the responses I'm getting, and I love how horny it makes you all. ;) -Devin -=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "How far are we now?" I whimpered, looking at Daddy as he took a sharp left turn. "Not too far now, stop asking." Daddy said in a relaxed but authoritative tone. We had just met some family for dinner, so I hadn't been diapered up like normal, and were on our way home. Daddy had a smirk on his face as he took another sharp turn. I could feel my bladder swelling, and I crossed my legs in the back seat in the car. "Hold it. Hold it, Damien, we're not very far." Daddy assured me again. I really, really had to pee. And the odd thing was I had no idea where exactly we were. I'd never seen this neighborhood before. It was dark, and I was confused as dim lights passed by me. But all I was really concerned with was getting to the bathroom. Once again, Daddy took a quick turn and this time we ended up on a dirt road. I bumped as Daddy's poor shocks didn't take in much of the dunes and pits in the poorly made road. I couldn't breathe, and my bladder was aching. But finally, it gave out. Wearing a jock and skinny jeans didn't help me much. My bladder emptied itself out and all I could do was whimper as I felt the piss trickle down my legs and thighs. My jock swelled a bit, holding a small amount of my pee, but I relentlessly soaked my favorite pair of my jeans. Daddy wasn't even paying attention to me. As we continued down the road, I sat in silence as the smell of harsh pee filled up the car. "Take your filthy clothes off, Damien." Daddy raised his voice, and I could feel my face getting red in his dark car. "But--" "NOW." Daddy interrupted, and so I slowly took my soaking skinny jeans off. "Put them in the bag next to you." I did. "Now take that jock off..." I did. "And throw it out the window." I whined in response. "Little boys don't get to wear big boy undies like jock straps, Damien. You know this." As the window rolled down, I rolled off the now-cold jock and tossed it onto the dirt road. "If you get another drop of piss in my car I will pull over and smack the shit out of your ass, you got it?" I nodded, as he side-eyed me in the rear-view mirror. The rest of the car ride was silent. I was still mortified by the time we rolled up into his driveway. He pulled up, and I still sat in the car, motionless. "Damien, get in the house now. Nobody is going to see your little cocklet, all locked up." I had almost completely forgotten that a few days earlier, Daddy had locked me in one of his buddy's chastity devices. My boy dick swelled and resisted the binds of the device. I got out of the car and scurried behind him as he let us in our house. He was taking his sweet time locating his key, even dropping them a few times to extend my humiliation. Once in the house, I knew I was going to get it. Daddy pulled me by the hair over towards the couch, sat down, bent me over, and gave me the spanking of a lifetime. He continued again and again, with full, unyielding palms, paddling my bare butt until I couldn't help but let out a whimper and cry. After what seemed like centuries, Daddy finally stopped. Still straddling me over his legs, he said, "Now you are my little boy again. Little boys don't get to have big boy cocks, and certainly don't get to use the bathroom on their own again." He moved me a little bit, so my pulsing, purple cocklet rubbed up against his hairy, muscular thigh. "Your little cocklet is begging to be released, huh? Do you want to cum all over yourself?" I nodded, and looked at him with puppy-dog eyes. "You can sure as shit try, don't expect anything to come out all locked up, though." I began to rub my caged cock against his thigh like a horny pup. It helped, and sent waves of pleasure through my body despite the welts on my ass cheeks, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to cum. I tried for a couple more minutes but still couldn't feel anything. "That's what I thought. See, if you were a big boy, you'd have been shooting loads of cum five minutes ago. But that's why you're caged, little faggot." I stopped humping his leg, and sat on my knees on the hardwood floor. Daddy then led me into the bathroom. He told me to get on my back, cocklet and legs in the air, and prepped my hole with a little bit of vaseline. He filled up the sink with a bunch of water, and then dug around in the cabinet for a plastic enema bottle. He filled it up completely, before shoving it up my lubed hole. I moaned as the cold plastic pushed through my tight ass, and he filled me up with warm water. "Hold it, faggot." He ordered, and I squeezed myself closed. He did it two more times, filling my hole with warm water and watching as I squirmed more and more. Daddy then left the room as I lay filled with water, and returned with a large plastic bowl. "Stand up and squat over this, boy." I did as he said. "Now let go." I farted a few times, before releasing the contents of my ass into the bowl. First a rush of water, interspersed with the splashes of a few heavy turds. I turned red again, and Daddy pressed down on my stomach. More dirty water released, and he watched with content as I let out my dirty hole into a plastic bowl for him to see. My little cocklet was begging for release. He filled me up a few more times, and with each flush more and more stinky poo filled the bowl. Daddy continued to press on my tummy and emptied out the water when it got too full. But I knew he loved watching me squirm. He even tugged on my caged cock a few times which sent shivers down my spine. Eventually, my hole was empty. I felt clean. I didn't hear any more poo fall into the bowl, and knew that I was good. Daddy put the full bowl to the side, and flipped me onto my stomach. Before I knew it, he was lubing up his hard member with vaseline, and shoved it into my opened hole. A few farts and a bit of water dribbled down his cock, but he eventually got the rhythm and began to pound away at my hole. "D-Daddy..." I moaned as he railed me as hard as he could. Beads of sweat formed on his face as he fucked me. I felt dirty and violated, but incredibly turned on as always. I had been cleaned out, so no surprises, but Daddy still railed me harder than I'd ever been railed before. He leaned back and rocked forward a bit, jamming his cock against my sensitive prostate. Before I knew it, I was getting ready to cum. It was so hard to believe. Daddy pounded away, knowing what he was doing, and watched as cum dribbled out of my swollen cocklet. "Fuck, Daddy, fuck my hole! Fuck!" I moaned, and he obliged, pounding away as ropes of white cum dripped down my cage and onto his cock. This obviously turned him on, and he pulled out, jerking himself a few times before he shot all over me. Daddy always came a lot. As rope after rope landed on my locked cock, he grabbed me by the throat and softly choked me until he was spent. I felt so turned on, and happy that Daddy let me cum, even though I was still locked up. As he dick semi-softened, he flushed down the contents of my shitty hole and turned back to me. Still on my back, he quickly but carefully diapered me back up. I felt sticky soaked in our cum, which he didn't even feel the need to clean up. Pulling me up, he put the bowl in the shower and walked me to the bedroom. There, we got into bed and he wrapped his muscular arms around me and we fell asleep, my hole and dicklet still tingling from getting fucked mercilessly by my Daddy.