Published: January 9th 2022, 8:29:44 am
My second day in Vegas, I woke up with a pounding headache.
"Owww, my head... owww, my ass!" I groaned. I was in my hotel room, no memory of how I'd gotten there. Typical. I must have had one too many long islands. And I know what happens when I drink too much... I suddenly became aware of the wetness under my butt. And that smell...
"Oh, shit-! Oh..." I pulled back the covers anticipating a soaked hotel bed and a very large charge on my bill, but instead I found the bed dry. "Oh... a diaper..."
I scratched my head. I didn't really know how I had ended up in one of those, but it wouldn't be the first time. I was always a bedwetter and I was very familiar with this particular management method. Besides... they had their advantages...
"Mmm... well, might as well..." I said, smiling as I felt the comforting and familiar press of the soggy diaper between my legs. I reached down and began to rub... "Mmm.... oh yes... I missed this..."
I began to hump the air as I rubbed my diaper more frantically, getting harder. I finally had to point my dick up so it poked up over the diaper. I was sorry for whoever had to clean up the sheets. I tensed up as I brought myself closer to orgasm... no better way to clear a hangover...
"Hey!" A booming voice suddenly shocked me and broke my concentration.
"Whuh?" I let go of my cock as a large man I'd never seen before stepped out of the bathroom.
"I don't remember giving you permission to get hard."
"What the fuck? Who are you?"
"I'm your new husband, babe. And you're not going to touch that little dicklet unless I say it's okay, crinklebutt."
"What are you talk-" I stopped, my mouth open in shock. It was all coming back to me. Getting drunk at the craps table as the drink girls kept handing me more drinks... running out of money just as quickly... going off with this guy, and... "Oh, no. Oh, no no no."
"Up and at 'em, boy," said my new husband pulling back the covers and ripping off my diaper.
"H-heyyy!" I yelped, covering up my balls.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll have you in another one in no time. Now lay back for your diaper, love, or am I gonna have to put you over my knee..."
"I don't need them during the Day, dude! What are you doing?" I tried to get up, but before I knew what was happening, I was, as promised, over his knee and getting the spanking of a lifetime. The worst part was, I was really turned on. He trapped my cock between his thighs as he spanked, and once again I felt like I was moments from cumming when he stopped.
"Now are we going to have a problem?" he asked. I shook my head no, and let him diaper me. Soon, I was sitting there in front of this guy in just a diaper.
"Much better. Now let's go check you out," he said, pulling me toward the door.
"Can't I get my clothes on first?!" I asked, as he tugged me toward the door.
"Nope. You don't need those anymore," he said resolutely, tugging me out into the hall. I was so embarrassed as I was marched down to the front desk in my diaper. My new husband whipped out his card and paid.and the lady at the front desk barely raised an eyebrow. It was Vegas, after all.
"He lost it all last night, so just put it on mine."
I blushed, embarrassed that he paid on top of everything else. Had I really married this guy?
At least I wasn't cold as he escorted me out of the hotel onto the strip. I tried to break away, but he was too strong.
"That's it. We're putting the child harness on you when we get back to my room, buddy. Who knew my husband would be such a handful?"
I hid my face the whole way back, as people pointed and commented about my diapered state. Others just seemed to shrug it off as Vegas weirdness. I wondered how many other hapless drunks ended up in this situation aside from myself.
"What did I do to deserve this," I moaned when we finally got back to the room. My new husband smirked as he clipped the body harness on my body.
"You lost a bet. Oh, and you might have admitted a few things when you were drunk. Don't worry, Daddy knows what you need..." He grabbed the front of my diaper and squeezed, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from me. Shit. What had I said? I didn't have a chance to ask because he soon followed up with a pacifier gag. I whined as he rubbed me more, causing my cock to strain against the padding. Then he stopped and I gave a more frustrated whine. This was the third time that morning that I was denied, and I had the feeling he would be edging me all morning.
"Don't worry. You won't have to worry about anything ever again, baby boy and in return, you're gonna be a good boy for me."
I pointed to his clothes and to myself.
"Mmmf! Mmmf?!"
"No, kiddo. No clothes for you. We're gonna keep you in nothing but diapers from now on, just like you wanted. Now come on. Let's go out and find you a big brother. Daddy's feeling lucky!"