Published: August 19th 2021, 6:03:47 am
Continuation of August 17, 2021 "Thickly Diapered Cock Slut Pt. 4"
Cody pulled up to the street in front of Mr. Schwarzinger's house and sighed. Estate was really more like it, and he didn't have the nerve to pull his lowly old Camry into the driveway. He imagined the chauffers would laugh him off the estate.
"I can't believe I'm coming back here," Cody said. Nevermind the fact that it was the best sex he'd ever had. Why did he suddenly have a throbbing erection pressing against the plastic confines of his chastity cage? "Oh my god. Do I actually want this?"
His dick sure did. Cody ran his fingers through his stringy hair and did his best to look presentable before shuffling up the long drive toward the big house. A day of sweating his ass off running for deliveries as his diaper slowly got more and more sweaty and cum-filled left him sorely in need of a bath. But he didn't dare keep Mr. Scharzinger waiting. He barely knew the man but he knew that Mr. Schwarzinger wouldn't like that.
"Look at me. Trying to impress a man I barely know...." He said, chuckling to himself as he made his way up the steps.
"May I help you?" came a voice from just beside him, causing him to jump.
"Jeepers! Oh, it's you, Jeeves. Yeah, Mr. Schwarzinger is waiting on me."
"I know. He told me to wait down here."
"Well, that was cocky of him..." Cody muttered to himself.
"No," said the butler. "just prudent. He told me to direct you to the bathroom to wash up. Also, my name's not Jeeves. It's Blackwell."
Cody was relieved. As least Mr. Schwarzinger was considerate. How did he know Cody wouldn't go home and bathe first, though? The man must be very confident, thought Cody. And used to getting his way. And he had talked Cody into bed, after all, which was no small feat for someone who had only ever been interested in women. At least, he thought he was...
"Right in here, young one," said Blackwell, sweeping his hand to a large doorway lit partway with yellow light. Cody had been so lost in thought he had forgotten he was even walking. He thanked Blackwell, absentmindedly and wandered into the door.
The tall doorway led into a dark room, and at the far end was another tall doorway with yellow light coming through, illuminating the red carpet. Not much else was visible except the low fire against the righthand wall which lit his way with flickering light.
Everything about this place seemed designed to make him feel small. He looked down at his dirty shoes. "Hey, Jeeves, should I take off my- oh... he's gone..."
Cody took off his shoes just to be safe, and left them in the hall. This place seemed much too nice for him, while he was sober enough to care.
When he entered the bathroom, he got something very different than he expected. For one thing, there was no toilet in sight. There were chairs. A mirrored table. Soft lighting, and Mr. Schwarzinger on a low chaise lounge sofa.
"Welcome back, Cody," said the man. "You're right on time."
Cody smiled despite himself. He had pleased Mr. Scwharzinger and that made him feel inexplicably good.
"Come here," said the man, but halted Cody before he could take a single step. "Take your clothes off first and finish what you started in the hall."
Cody slowly began to strip, feeling self-conscious under Mr. Schwarzinger's gaze.
"NOT... the diaper," barked Mr. Schwarzinger, and Cody's hand stopped. He found himself nervous and unsure what to do as he stood there in just his diaper. He felt too naked despite having been on all fours for the man the night before. But he hadn't been in a cum-soaked diaper then.
"Come on," said the man, beckoning Cody with his finger. He approached the man but paused, very aware of how dirty he felt - and how he smelled. Mr. Schwarzinger patted his lap. Cody stared at the expensive material. He was embarrassed at the state himself compared to this immaculately dressed man.
"I- wasn't I supposed to wash up first?" he asked.
"No, no, little boy. That's Daddy's job. Now have a seat. Don't make me ask twice."
The tone of that last sentence had Cody sitting on Mr. Schwarzinger's lap almost before he finished saying it.
"Better. Now, what do we have here?" asked the man, enunciating each word like its own sentence as he bounced Cody on his knee. Cody winced as the sticky, cummy mess he'd made in the back of his diaper squelched and spread over his butt. "Somebody who couldn't control his little bum? And you said you were potty trained."
Cody was only too glad that he hadn't gone in his diaper. It was bad enough that he had filled it with Mr. Schwarzinger's cum, and probably leaked a fair amount from his own frustrated cock as well.
"Aww, what's the matter? You're so fussy. Is it because you had such a hard day at work? It's not easy for little boys to do big boy jobs, is it?"
Cody shook his head as he was held by Mr. Schwarzinger. The man began to explore his body with his thick hands, teasing here, and tweaking there. Working Cody up with the expertise of a musician tuning their instrument.
"M-Mr. Schwarzinger, please.... My... nnhhh..." Cody winced as his cock throbbed in its cage. It was almost certainly leaking now.
"Aww, what's the matter, stud? That cage bothering you? I'll bet you want it off now, don't you?"
"Uh huh," Cody said, nodding. He felt just like a boy on his Daddy's lap, blushy, embarrassed, ashamed and chastised for his poor behavior.
"Well, you're going to have to wait, my boy," said the man. "We have a lot of work to do tonight."
Cody just nodded and sighed.
"Okay then," said Mr. Schwarzinger, finally giving his leg a rest. "Up you go. On your feet. Let's get you your bath."
Finally, thought Cody, waddling along as Mr. Schwarzinger took his hand and led him into the adjoining room where a hot bath and a large tub awaited him.
"W-wait," said Cody, halting as they entered and trying- failing- to stop the man from dragging him further. "What is all that for?"
"A little boy like you shouldn't have all this yucky big boy hair. Daddy's going to take care of that, and so much more. Come along if you ever want to see your little peepee again. Or do you want to be locked for good?"
Cody stood there, hardly believing his ears. The decision was a hard one. But he dared not complain. He looked at Mr. S and gulped, knowing what he would have to do. Daddy wasn't going to make this easy.
-Written by ChampTehOtter