Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2016 19:13:30 +0100
From: Gary Iles <neversaycapture@gmail.com>
Subject: My Neighbour's Son's Humiliation - Chapter 2

This story is partly fiction and partly true.
It is the next in a series and involves master/slaves and watersports.
Please let me know if you enjoy this story neversaycapture@gmail.com

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Neighbour's Son's Humiliation - Chapter 2 : Breaking of Peter

Peter arrived at his home and was glad his mother was busying herself with
dinner preparations.

"You're late", she said, "Why didn't you come straight home?"

"I had to pick up something at the chemist." he shouted back, with some
truth in his statement, as he scuttled up the stairs to his room, glad that
his mother was, as expected, preoccupied in the kitchen.

"Oh, dinner in 30 minutes love..."

His room was large and spotless. The bed was made each morning and his
mother was fanatical about keeping things 'spick and span'. She cleaned it
each day and had a routine to tidy each drawer in strict rotation. His
pajamas were folded neatly for him under his pillow and she was proud that
her son's room was so 'nice and cosy' for him. He had no privacy!

There were no locks on any of the doors in the house other than the ones to
the outside. Not even the bathroom. Peter's mum joked with visitors that
they needed to sing as she did when in there! To her, a bathroom was a
place to be cleaned, not a place to spend quality time as a young lad might
need from time to time! His only sanctuary was behind the password of his
freshly polished computer, which he changed regularly ... just in case!

Peter threw the packet onto his bed and quickly turned on the computer
screen and entered this week's password: PissOnMe.

He fumbled for the card he had been given earlier that evening and rubbed
his thumb over it deep in thought.

          "MasterAndrew: Trainer of pups, sons and slaves.
           Contact me boy - Recon.com"

He knew the site and his dick jumped in his undies. He still could feel the
wetness of his cum in the fabric from less than an hour ago. He had opened
an account two years earlier and each birthday had set his date of birth so
his age read 18. Now actually having attained that age only last week he
knew he would not need to do that again!

He would look at the pictures on the site. Looking at guys as slaves or in
nappies and wank; but only very late at night when he was sure his mother
was sleeping and would not barge in unexpectedly. Even then he was never
confident. Always silently ejaculating and perhaps whispering "thank you
daddy" as he shot his cum into his blue pajama bottoms.

He would never chat to other guys ... what if his mother found out! It
would kill him. He'd never shown any signs to her that he was even gay let
alone that he enjoyed gay kinks and fetishes. He would simply lock his
computer carefully and go lay in his bed and dream of being taken care of
by a good master or daddy, drifting off to sleep as his cum dried, sticking
his pj's to his leg!

He searched for 'MasterAndrew' and found a message from him!

"Hello boy. How are you doing?"

It puzzled Peter for a moment. How did he know? He felt his heartbeat
increase in a moment's panic. It was an old message and Peter sighed in
relief when he noticed when it was sent. He played with the mouse wheel
trying to summon courage to type. He unconsciously rubbed his dick in his
trousers and finally said out loud.

"Now or never!"

He typed with shaky hands having to regularly correct his mistyping.

"Hello Sir. It's me from earlier today."

He thought how ridiculous it was to write that but it excited him as well
as embarrassed him a little. He waited looking at the message to see if it
had turned to a different shade indicating it had been read. Nothing. For
five full minutes he stared at the message. Still nothing. He sighed and
jumped from his chair. "Damn!", he thought.

He went to his bed. Unwrapping his parcel he tossed the two cans of
deodorant across the room and slowly unfolded the wet nappy which not an
hour earlier he had helped remove off an unsuspecting and highly agitated
Jake.

He touched the wet material with his finger reliving his earlier
experience. He sniffed and then licked the tip of his finger. He had always
wanted to taste another man's piss but had never shared that desire with
anyone. He picked the nappy up in both hands and rubbed it over his face;
breathing in the smell of another person's urine and felt the cool, sticky
dampness on his face. His dick was hard again and he thought that he could
perhaps cum for a second time.

Quickly he stripped naked throwing his clothes untidily onto the
floor. After all, mum would always pick up after him. He knew, (or rather
he hoped), he would have at least 30 minutes undisturbed as his mother was
occupied in the kitchen. So, laying on his left side with the wet nappy in
front of him he started to play with his dick, jacking and rubbing the end
onto the damp fabric alternately. He shut his eyes and was lost in the
ecstasy of his earlier experience.

Fuck, he was so horny and it was not long before his body tensed and his
toes curled and cum shot on to the nappy to be absorbed with the other
lad's piss.He was intoxicated by the smell and the sensations throughout
his body. After a few moments he started to come around and his breathing
returned to normal. He sat up and had an idea. Positioning the nappy on the
edge of the bed he maneuvered himself onto it. Folding it into position he
reattached the fasteners.

It felt snug. Like it was hugging him. It felt cold and wet but that too
felt good; to be wrapped in another lads piss and his own most recent cum.

He stood and walked to the mirror. Swiveling left and raising his foot
slightly. Then right. He felt good. And he felt he looked good!

In truth Peter was a skinny lad. A 'runt of a boy' his father had once
said. Initially small for his age and younger in appearance he had steadily
grown in height to be well over six feet. Pale and gaunt but now in a nappy
he seemed to expand and the slight grin on his face made him look
enigmatic. He flexed his arm muscles a little and showed off his biceps,
ridiculously underdeveloped but strangely the whole effect made him feel
and look 'sexy'.

He walked to his bed and jumped onto his back onto the covers, bouncing up
and down. He felt the wet padding push into his bottom. Laying back with
his arms behind his head his light fluffy armpit hair glistened with sweat
and his grin turned to a smile as he tensed himself and pushed a trickle of
his own piss to join the other lad's in the nappy.

"Nice!", He cooed.

As he lay there he closed his eyes and wondered how the lad he had seen
must have felt with everybody watching him being changed. He could never do
that, he thought. It would be far too embarrassing for sure although a
little bit of him wished it had been him laying there exposed. Or perhaps
he would be in charge of changing? Peter drifted into his own imagination.

His door flew open suddenly!

"Come on Peter. Dinner is on the table and uncle George called to say he
.... oh Peter!!!!"

His mother entered the room in a whirl only noticing at first the clothes
strewn on the floor and picking them up like a trail of breadcrumbs leading
to Peter naked on his bed, except for the wet nappy.

"Mum!!! Nooo!!! ... Get out!!! Shit!!!", he spluttered.

Peter tried to cover himself with the bedclothes but he found them them to
be well too well tucked in. Attempting to jump out of bed he stumbled a
little and landed awkwardly, like a bad ballet dancer on a moving train.

"Language Peter!. Why on earth didn't you tell me dear?"

His mother was rapidly jumping to the wrong conclusions as she quickly
folded the clothes she had thus far collected and placed them neatly onto
the end of his bed".

"Mum!!! Get out please...", he begged. "You can't see me like this!!!".

He bent his knees and swung his arms backwards and forwards trying to get
balanced, like a cross between a petulant child and a ski jumper preparing
to jump. He could smell the piss and cum and became conscious that his face
still was wet from rubbing the nappy onto it.

"Oh Peter. Don't be silly dear. I quite understand if you have been having
some little accidents at night in bed. I shall make an appointment to see
that nice Dr. Thomas in the morning and we can make sure you have a supply
of nappies and all you need. Now put your pajamas on dear and come down
before dinner spoils. Now where did I put that shopping list???"

She squeezed his blushing cheek and swept out straightening the bedclothes
as she went.  Peter fell flat onto the bed face down, curled himself up
into a ball and cried. It was not long however before the 'pling' of his
computer was lost under his crys.

...

"So boy. You seemed to enjoy yourself earlier? Be at this address with your
nappy on at 9pm."

...

Jake and Master Andrew had walked back to the Master's house; a large
suburban house with a pleasant secluded garden.  It had taken longer than
usual not only due to the package that Jake was carrying but also the fact
that Jake regularly stopped and strained and released a small amount of
urine into the ever expanding nappy.

He had tried it different ways. Walking and peeing seemed not to work well
however leaning against a lamppost seemed to be the most effective. A man
walking a dog looked at him, smiled and walked on chucking.

Once in the house Master instructed Jake to strip and to lay on a
table. Expert hands removed a very wet nappy, cleaned and creamed the lad
and rewrapped. The boy's dick smelt of piss and cum but there was no cum to
be seen as this had been eagerly swallowed by Richard the shop assistant
earlier.

Master and Jake had only met a few hours previously but already Jake had
been more embarrassed than he thought was possible at the hands of not one,
(as he expected), but three strangers, in public! He had been intimately
exposed and his private functions of pissing and cuming had been viewed by
these three without any sense of him being in control whatsoever. Not only
that, if he thought of the people in the shop and street that now knew his
made up 'predicament' his embarrassment grew still further.

He felt strangely warm inside and was directed to sit on a rug in front of
Masters TV and to find something to watch on Netflix. He was to stay the
night but had no idea if this was the end of play or if there was more to
come.  Master Andrew handed him a very large glass of squash and an
assortment of snacks. With the control in one hand and food in the other he
sat cross legged and munched whilst flicking through the menu.

Master sat down at his desk in the corner of the room and watched the
lad. He was cute sat on the rug, and looked much younger than his 20
years. Trusting and simple in some ways.  No! Not simple. Innocent!

The Master checked through the incoming messages and saw a response he was
hoping to see. Peter's message had arrived earlier and although it was not
long since it came in the Master's response, now quickly sent, had not yet
been read. He hoped there would be a reply of confirmation, but he could
not be sure.

In this way they watched the film. The Master dealing with his
correspondence; issuing commands to subs online, the lad engrossed in the
film, eating his snacks and drinking his juice.

...

Peter composed himself. Sitting up, he took his blue pajama top and slipped
it on doing up all the buttons. It was still early but his mother liked him
getting ready for bed before dinner and coming down in his pj's and
dressing gown to eat. On went his pj bottoms. He had not even considered
taking off the nappy. It had not crossed his mind that he should. Slippers
and dressing gown followed.

He slunked out of his room and down the stairs. Pausing outside the dining
room and taking a deep breath he entered the room at sat down with a
squelch in his usual spot.  He did not really hear his mother go on and on
about her day's events; conversations with this relative and that
friend. It was like he was in slow motion and the world rushed on around
him. Confused as to what he was or what he wanted, he ate without a word.

He finished his dessert. Got up from the table and kissed his mother as
usual.

"Good night darling!" he heard her say, "I've made an appointment with that
nice doctor for 10am tomorrow."

Peter winced and tears welled up in his eyes as he trudged back up to his
room.

He noticed immediately he logging onto his computer that the Master had
replied. His heart raced again and he let an uncontrolled drop of pee to be
added to that already in his nappy.

He did not know what he should do. The address was not far away but it was
now 8.30pm. He would have to run to get there on time. He stopped himself
and put his head in his hands. How could he do this? His mum would be
disgusted and not let him go!

"My mum!!!???" He exclaimed out loud. "I'm 18!!! I'll do what I fucking
want!!!"

The words in the air gave him confidence and with resolute determination he
threw off his dressing gown onto the floor. He took his trainers and and
placed them on bare feet fumbling with tying the laces. He clumsily, in his
eagerness, slipped off the bed and flopped onto the floor to secure them.

Jumping up he grabbed out of his closet an old scruffy overcoat and threw
it on over his pj's.

He was not going to be put off and running, almost falling, down the stairs
he shouted to his mum that he was going to a friends house. There was only
time to hear, "... what at this time of ...", as the outside door slammed
shut behind him.

...

Master looked at the clock on the computer. It was exactly 9pm.

The doorbell rang!

Master opened the door and standing there with his face to the ground was a
pathetic bungle of panting and sweaty 18 year old in a bag coat.

"I got your message, Sir." He mumbled pathetically.

Well, nice to see you lad. Master's friendly confidence gave heart to Peter
who by now felt low and dejected.

"Come on in lad. Let me take you coat."

Without hesitating Peter gave his coat to the Master and instantly realised
he was in his pj's and blushed.

"Well it looks like you have come prepared for the night boy? Good. I like
lads that are well prepared."

Peter fidgeted uneasily. What was he thinking?. This was unbelievably
ridiculous. In a nappy and pjs in a total stranger's house! Tears again
welled up in his eyes.

He smelt of piss and cum. His face was still dirty with Jake's pee from the
nappy and he looked and felt dirty and disgusting.

"Don't be upset boy. Come on in and meet your friend."  After
introductions, Peter sank to his knees on the rug and sobbed into his hands
uncontrollably.

Instinctively Jake went over to him and held him close pulling Peter's arms
away from his face and embracing him in a hug.  Jake gently laid the lad
out flat on the rug and started to unbutton his pj top, removing his
trainers and pj bottoms.

Master brought a bowl of warm water, soap and flannels and when the nappy
had been removed and the lad was naked on the rug Master and Jake washed
him from head to toe. Any resolve that Peter had to be strong had gone and
he let the Master and Jake manipulate his tired and dejected body without
resistance.

Jake very carefully washed Peter's dick and balls. Pulling back his soft
foreskin and washing the sensitive head very gently. There were globs of
sticky and dried cum to be removed and nearly 40 minutes had passed before
Master and Jake were satisfied that all of the lad was now clean. Not easy
as cum had dried into his public hairs. Master paid particular attention to
Peter's arse and feet and completed the task by rubbing in a good quantity
of nappy rash cream around all sensitive areas. Taking one of the clean
nappies that Jake had carried back from the shop, together the Master and
Jake wrapped Peter up again.

"Now Peter! Jake!" Master addressed each lad in turn.

Peter sat up and hugged his own knees with with his head on one side
looking up at the Master stood before him. Jake knelt with his hands on
this thighs like a little puppy dog waiting for a treat.

"This has been quite a day, it seems, for the both of you!", Master
continued.

"I think you will enjoy each other's company and mine too."  He turned to
Peter who took the cue and sat up on his knees next to Jake, like a pair of
china dog bookends.

"Do you live with family Peter?"

"Y-Yes Sir. My mum." he said a little hesitantly, as Peter thought of what
his mother would say if she saw him like this.

"Ok Peter, do you need to call her to tell her you will be staying?"

"Yes Sir." Master handed over the phone and he and Jake could heard an
irate parent droning on in the background.

"... but who are you staying with ... don't you be late for your
appointment. .. why did you rush out ..."

Peter pressed the disconnect button and handed the phone back to his Master
and Daddy. For it was clear now that both lads were to be mentally bound
together with this man who was clearly in absolute control of them.

"Are you hungry lads?"

They both nodded.

"Well I have ordered pizza online for us for supper and it should be
delivered soon. Here is the money. Which one of you is going to answer the
door?"

The lads gulped and looked at each other blushing.

The doorbell rang.

...

Who will be at the door. Will it be the pizza delivery or will it be
somebody else???

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and give me some ideas as to what you would like to hear about. I am also
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