Published: January 13th 2022, 11:50:44 am
"Do I have to wear all this Blarney stuff?" asked Frank, as he was dressed up in his blarney shorts and Blarney T-Shirt. It looked infantile, especially with his Blarney diaper sticking up over the waistband hidden not at all by his short shirt.
"We can always put you in your pretty unicorn diapers, sweetheart," said Leandra, as Frank blushed red, trying his best to pull down his shirt to cover his diaper, but only managing to cover one side at a time. Finally, Gerard intervened, grabbing his hands.
"Stop fussing, little one, or we'll put you back in mitts. And you just got out of them, too."
Frankie stopped. A week had passed since being buttfucked in his bustier. A week with varying degrees of restraints and punishments that often had him confined in some way or another. If he knew one thing, he knew didn't want to be back in mitts and spiked booties again, forced to crawl everywhere he went. He just didn't want to wear the stupid Blarney clothes. It wouldn't be so bad if he was stuck at home, but today he was going out dressed like this, and that was too embarrassing.
"Where are we even going anyway?" asked Frank.
"Never you mind," said Leandra. "Now you go with your Daddy and be good. I'll see you when you get back from your special trip."
"Special trip?" asked Frank. That didn't sound good. He wanted to ask more but he was jerked away by Daddy tugging his hand.
"Come on, little one. Time to go for a ride in your favorite car."
Gerard pulled Frank along, out into the bright desert day, where his newly restored pink convertible was already waiting. Well, it was Frank's. Much like his and Leandra's new life in Nevada, the car was all sparkly, repaired, and good as new, but it wasn't his anymore, and somehow that made the improvements less gratifying.
"Stupid car," he mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?" asked Gerard. Frank cringed. He hadn't meant to say it so loud.
"Um, nothing, Daddy."
Gerard cocked an eyebrow. "I don't think it was nothing." He took deep breath and opened the passenger door, taking a seat and patting his lap. "Come on, little one."
"No, Daddy! Please, I..."
"Over my knee, now."
Frankie whined, holding his ground, but the moment Gerard started counting, his resolve crumbled.
"Okay, baby boy. I'm going to count to three. One... two..."
"Okay, okay," said Frankie, running up to Gerard and wincing as he lowered himself onto the taller man's lap.
"That's better. Now, what are we getting punished for, little boy?"
"C-callin' the car stupid..." said Frankie, looking down in shame.
"And anything else you did today that you shouldn't have?"
"T-tryin to hide my diaper," he mumbled out.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you. Speak up or else I'll have to-"
"Tryin to hide my diaper," he said, louder, his cheeks burning red. Frankie could only hope no one heard him. It was humiliating enough to be out in the open with this ridiculous outfit without him announcing it to the world.
Daddy surprised him by giving him two soft pats to his diapered bottom.
"That's my good boy. You know better than to make Daddy have to punish you. I don't like it any more than you do."
It was true. Gerard was much softer than Leandra, and for the most part didn't punish Frank with anything painful if he could avoid it. But he still wasn't afraid to flex on Frank, and Frank knew it. He had tried to manipulate Gerard any way he could to get out of his Wife's increasingly strict demands, but it seemed like he was bound for babyhood, like it or not.
"Just be good," said Gerard, getting up and helping Frank into his special carseat. "Leandra plans to put you on baby food and formula if you keep being a brat, and I know you wouldn't like that."
Frank shuddered as the carseat harness clicked in place, forcing his legs open once more so his diaper bulged out. He had tasted baby food and formula by now, and he knew that he hated it. Being on a diet of just that stuff would be the worst.
So, Frank kept his mouth shut for most of the ride. That is, until they came to a large structure.
"Um, that's the hospital... Wait, why are we going to the hospital?" Frank was beginning to panic.
"Calm down, little one. You can walk in, or you can go in in restraints and a wheelchair. It's up to you."
Frank gulped. He knew whatever was going to happen, he wanted freedom of movement, so he opted to cooperate for the time being.
"Sorry, Daddy. It's just... they're not gonna... do anything are they?"
"Like what do you mean, little one?"
"I dunno, like... am I gonna come out in one piece?"
"Ohhhh, sweetheart, no no no," said Gerard, parking the car and looking back at his terrified baby boy. "No, this is just a checkup. For your health. No owwies needed. I promise."
"You promise?" asked Frank, looking at Daddy with skepticism.
"Cross my heart, sweetheart. I would never let them hurt you, never in a million years."
"Well... okay," said Frank, feeling better. It was true that despite how much he wanted to hate Gerard for taking his wife and helping to turn him into a diapered cuckold infant, he could not. Gerard had given him nothing but love and even if he wasn't willing to admit it yet, Frank felt warm feelings when his Daddy said such kind things or showed him affection. Thus, Frank felt his anger and worry melting away and was left more curious and uncertain. For some reason, It seemed like a good time to suck his thumb.
Gerard smiled, noting Frank's more childlike state of mind as he unbuckled the babied man from his carseat. He helped Frank down with two hands under his arms and tugged the little guy along toward the hospital, diaper bag over his shoulder just in case.
"Mr. Taureau? Your son is a new patient? You'll have to fill out this paperwork for him. Let me know if you have any questions."
Frank shrunk under the gaze of the intake clerk, as she pursed her ruby red lips and looked him up and down. He knew he must look ridiculous in his toddler shorts and too short shirt, blarney emblazoned on his shorts, shirt, and velcro tennis shoes. The outline of a thick diaper was obvious through the stretchy material of his shorts, even without a waistband sticking up over the top, and his distinct waddle and the loud crinkle that followed him wherever he went erased any doubt, of which there was already none. He was just a big toddler, and everybody who looked would know it the instant they saw him.
Apparently, so did the clerk, quickly dismissing him with a "Hmph," and going back to her paperwork. Frank didn't know what to do after Gerard led him to the waiting area and sat down to fill out the paperwork, so he just swung his legs and looked around. Leandra had provided Gerard with all the information he needed, so Frank's input really wasn't needed. It never seemed to be these days.
Soon enough, Gerard was turning in the paperwork.
"What's that say?" asked Frank, pulling his thumb out of his mouth as he caught a glimpse of the word incontinence and some other things scribbled into his medical history notes that Gerard was handing over to the lady.
"Don't worry about it, little one," said Gerard. "Just let the grownups deal with things."
"But I-"
"You know, I think this is a good time for your pacifier," said Gerard, pulling out a clear blue pacifier with Blarney's smiling face on the button, arms stretched out wide.
Next thing Frank knew his mouth was plugged up and Gerard was tapping the button.
"There we are my little gremlin. You keep that in and no more talking. Be a good boy for Daddy and we can get you a treat after, okay?"
Frank just nodded, feeling defeated. He could only hope they weren't telling the doctors anything too outlandish. Gods knew how they would explain his current state to them.
By and by, the nurse called out his name, and he was led past the door that separated the waiting room from the medical area. He was quickly weighed and measured for height, then led into a colorful exam room where his blood pressure and pulse were checked, all while Gerard answered any important questions the nurse had.
"Alright, then, the doctor will be with you shortly."
"See, little one? That was easy, right?" Frankie reluctantly nodded as Gerard ran his hand through the hair on the back of his head and then down his back, patting his diaper. Diaper pats always seemed to calm him down, even if he totally didn't like them. Somehow, they provided a level of comfort for him. He'd discovered this very quickly when he was left without a diaper and tied down to the crib after a particularly difficult day. With a gallon of apple juice in his tummy, he ended up peeing all over his legs and begged for the diapers back when Mommy and Daddy finally came in to check on him. Since then, he always felt safer with the diapers on than off, and begged not to go sans-underwear on the rare occasion Mommy or Daddy brought up the possibility.
"Such a good brave boy for Daddy," said Gerard, rubbing and patting Frankie's diaper as he held him in his lap. Frankie would never have allowed Gerard to hold him like this when he first arrived, but how things had changed in such a short time.
When the doctor came in, he saw the infantilized Frank looking cute as a button while Gerard held him, head resting on his chest. It was an adorable sight, and they really seemed to be into it. The Doctor cleared his throat as he entered.
"Yes, hello, I'm, ah, doctor Padderson, I... see we have a little one with us today. Would you mind getting up on the table, son? He... can understand me, can't he?"
"Oh yes," said Gerard, patting Frankie's butt. "Perfectly. Frankie, let's get you up on the table now."
"Fantastic," said the doctor. "Oh and we need to take his shorts off. He can stay in his diaper for now."
Frank blushed, feeling naked as his shorts were slid off and he was left in just his babyish shirt and diaper, looking up at the two men. The doctor smiled a reassuring smile.
"Good. Now let's take a look. Looks like we've got a full physical scheduled. Is there anything I should, ah, know about before we get started?"
"Just that he wears diapers out of necessity," said Gerard, "And we keep his little penis locked up, also out of necessity. I do have the key if you need to see it unlocked, though."
"Yes, I might need that, and don't worry, son," said the Doctor, putting his hand on Frank's shoulder as the man hid his face in his hands. "I've seen plenty of patients in your situation. You could say it's my, ah, specialty."
Frank looked up at the doctor with a questioning gaze, not daring to speak with his pacifier in.
"That's right," said Gerard. "You have nothing to worry about, Frankie. Doctor Padderson will take good care of you, and Daddy will be here too. Can you be a brave boy and listen to the doctor?"
Frank reluctantly nodded. Though embarrassing, at least he knew that this wasn't the Doctor's first time examining a pampered cuckold, or so he was led to believe. Now he just had to wonder if this was really a checkup, or something more.
"He looks healthy," said the doctor. "A little on the heavy side, though. Have you considered putting him on a diet?"
"We don't let him drink any soda or have candy. But it is hard to deny the little guy some ice cream every once in a while."
"Do you feed him juice?"
"Well, yes. He loves apple juice. It's his favorite drink since he's no longer allowed to drink beer."
"That may be your problem. Juice has a lot more sugar than you think. And you know all that sugar affects his urine as well. Makes it a lot easier to end up with a UTi or diaper rash."
"I didn't know that," said Gerard, looking off and rubbing his chin.
"Don't worry, we'll get him on a high fiber diet and eliminate most of his sugar. That and a little exercise should help him drop the weight. You might need to go down a size in diapers once that happens, too. Do you have a prescription for those, by the way?"
"Why, no. I've just been buying them out of pocket..."
"Oh, well, we'll have to fix that, then. Let's take a look at something else a man his age should be concerned with. Son, can you roll over onto your stomach for me?"
Frank did so, wondering where this was going, but the moment he felt the back of his diaper being tugged down, he tried to get up, but he was stopped by a hand.
"No, no, Frank. Stay where you are. The doctor needs to examine you."
Frankie shook his head and tried to cover his butt, but he was no match for the two men.
"I think we're going to have to get the straps," said the Doctor. "I'm sorry, little one, but this is for your own good."
Frank whined into his pacifier as he felt thick straps pulled over his back and shoulders. His arms were forced to his side and he couldn't get up. Gerard petted him and cooed to him with words of reassurance while he watched the doctor put on a glove and lube up his finger.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" whined Frank, mough still clamped tight on his pacifier and sucking it like mad without even realizing it.
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetie. you've taken much larger things, it won't hurt. He's a doctor. A professional. This is just a medical procedure to make sure you're healthy. Even Daddy has to do this when he goes to the doctor. That's right sweetie. Daddy's got you. You'll be fine..."
Frank tensed up as he felt the cold lube touch his butthole and the pressure of the finger against it, but the discomfort of the intruder only lasted for a second as the doctor pressed in with his thumb, past the sphincter and into his colon. Frank let out a breath as the pressure lessened, and his hole began to relax. It really wasn't all that big. But almost immediately, the doctor curled his thumb inward, his fingers pressing behind Frank's balls, trapping Frank's prostate and squeezing it. Frank jerked involuntarily, then moaned a bit as it felt like urine was traveling up his penis.
"Yes, yes, I can feel it," said the doctor. "Oh, my, this is very swollen."
Frank moaned and jerked slightly as the doctor began palpating the prostate, rolling it between his thumb on the inside and his fingers on the outside. His cock tried to harden, but quickly met the confines of the cage and was defeated. Gerard continued to pet him and tell him what a good, brave boy he was, keeping him calm even as he felt increasingly urgent feelings down below.
"Yes, oh my, looks like we're getting some drainage here." The waterproof pad under Frank was quickly soaking up all the cum that was draining from his balls thanks to the doctor's ministrations.
"When was the last time he ejaculated?" asked the Doctor.
"Well, it's been weeks," said Gerard. "He hasn't been allowed to at all since he's been locked up down there. And we'd like to keep it that way, if possible."
"Well, that's fine, if the goal is to prevent an orgasm, but he needs to drain his prostate regularly. You can do that without inducing an orgasm if you like...All you have to do is what I'm doing right now," said the doctor.
Frank moaned as the doctor continued to milk his prostate, feeling as if he was peeing into the pad under him. What he didn't know was that was all seminal fluid. And the stimulation and slight feeling of urinating would be the closest thing he would feel to an orgasm unless Mommy and Daddy said otherwise.
"I see," said Gerard. Could I maybe try to make sure I understand?"
"Sure, said the doctor, "Let's get you gloved and lubed and you can try."
Soon, Frank was moaning again as Daddy took his turn massaging his prostate.
"Oh, well isn't that something?" asked Frank. "Does my little one like that?"
Frank blushed and didn't say anything.
"Oh? Does he want me to stop?"
Gerard stop, and Frank vigorously shook his head, hoping for more of that stimulation, which Gerard happily obliged. "Goodness, looks like this is making my little one very happy. Mommy and Daddy are going to have to make this a regular part of our routine!"
Frank could feel the pleasure building toward something. It was almost like masturbating, but missing about 70% of the sensation, which would normally come from rubbing his cock.
"Careful," said the doctor. "You can tip him into an orgasm if you go too hard."
"Oh, really?" asked Gerard. "Come to think of it, I have made him once when I had sex with him."
"Yes, the penis is just as effective as a thumb," chuckled the doctor, "Though certainly less targeted. There are lots of nerve endings down there."
"I'd like to see him cum this way," said Gerard, adding more pressure to Frank's prostate. Frank moaned into his pacifier and tensed up, wanting to sit up and move his butt away from the intense stimulation but he was stuck. So he just pressed his forehead into the padded exam table, squeezed his eyes shut, and sucked his pacifier harder as his hole and all his pelvic muscles began to clench and unclench voluntarily. His cage jerked each time he clenched, sliding against the semen-slicked chuck pad.
"I think he's getting close," said Gerard.
"That's it, keep it up," said the Doctor. "Just keep putting pressure on the prostate, and he should..."
"Mmmmmmph!!!!" Frank screamed into his pacifier as he came, hard. His cock throbbed painfully against the cage while it spurted out semen in thick spurts, as thick as a stream of urine might be. The restraints held him fast as he strained, every muscle in his body tensing up as he emptied his balls and prostate for the first time in a week.
"Well! That's certainly faster than the prostate massage," remarked Gerard. "How long would that have taken?"
"Oh, about twenty to thirty minutes," said the doctor, without hesitation.
"Well, that is certainly something to consider. I suppose as long as he's not using his penis, it could be okay, but that's really up to his wife - or Mommy, I should say."
"Well, it sounds like you have some big conversations ahead of you," said the doctor. "Would you like me to print out the instructions and benefits for you?"
"That would be excellent," said Gerard.
"Okay, I'll do that. Now, before we go, we need to check his genitals. Do you think we can get him unlocked?"
"Oh, sure thing," said Gerard, pulling the barrel key out of his wallet.
Frank looked down in embarrassment as they helped him up and the chuck pad came with him. They had to peel it off his tummy before Gerard could unlock him and the doctor could examine his bits.
"It's a relief we don't have to unlock him to drain his prostate," said Gerard, as he put the key in the lock and turned it. Frank was glad to see it come off, but almost regretted it, knowing how dreadful it would be to see it go on again.
"You know, there are other ways to stop his erections," said the Doctor, grabbing hold of Frank's balls to examine them.
"Oh really?" asked Gerard, clearly interested.
"Would you like me to print those out as well?"
In the end, Gerard left with a stack of instructions on proper prostate massage, a high fiber diet, and some things that he and the doctor discussed separately. Frank didn't like the sound of 'stopping all erections' without a cage and wondered just what the doctor had told Gerard. He hoped he wouldn't have to find out, but in the end he knew it was really up to Leandra, and knowing her, there was a good chance he was going to find out, like it or not.
"Wasn't that fun, mon petit cocu? We have so much to tell Mommy when we get home!"
Frank blushed and stared down his nose. He didn't want to admit how fun that really was, but it certainly did feel good.