Published: January 14th 2022, 9:06:14 am
And still he ran. His body relieving itself on the road below as he ran, pulling the harness, unable to look to see what he was pulling. He only wished he was in a diaper now, not naked for all to see, relieving himself in public in an even more shameful way than he had at the mall. Moaning and groaning as he felt the tassles tug at his nipples, his cock, purple and swollen throbbing with each tug. The pain and pleasure building up together, building toward something even more humiliating as his dick throbbed painfully.
Lips by his ear now, whispering...
"This is what your life could be, Frankie... if you don't listen to Mommy and Daddy..."
The breath tickling his ear, the tone and promise of the whisper sending him over the edge as his cock throbbed, throwing gobs of cum onto the road below, left and right, painting his thighs as he ran ever onward... His teeth clamped down on the bit in his mouth and he cried out.
"Nnnnnnfff Gah!!"
He sat up.
"Unh... wha?"
The pain around his cock was still sharp from the cage digging into the base of his cock as it strained to get hard. He looked around, his heart still beating fast. It took him a minute to realize where he was as he saw the bright red bars rising up all around him. It was a cage! He was an animal after all, he thought, grabbing the bars and gripping them tightly. No... those were hands, not hooves. He was... in his crib. He sat back with a crinkle, blinking.
"Baby, you okay?" asked Leandra, stepping into the room. "I heard you cry out on the baby monitor..."
Frank caught his breath and remembered. He was home. He was a baby. Not a horse. He sighed, somewhat relieved and winced as his cock throbbed again in its confines.
"Aww, did you have a bad dream, sweetie?" asked Leandra, drawing near and lowering the bars. Frank stuck out his bottom lip and nodded.
"It's okay, mommie's here." Leandra pulled Frankie into a hug and patted his back. "There, there..."
Frankie remembered Daddy putting him in the carseat and then playing some kids sing along music... something about being the finest horse at the fair or something... it had made him very sleepy and then... then what?"
"You were very tired after your doctor's visit, yes you were! But Daddy said you were a very brave boy and listened to all that the doctor said, so I'm very happy. You get bonus stickers for that, so another trip to the toy store is not far off!"
Frank didn't really care about the toy store. He wasn't really a baby after all. Still, it was worse than a punishment, he supposed.
"Can I use my stickers to get some internet time?" he asked.
"Aww, sweetie. You're a little young for that," said his wife. "Maybe if you sit on Daddy's lap and he supervises... but he'll have to type everything out for you. You just get to point."
"Nevermind," said Frank, looking away.
"Goodness, did you wet in your sleep again?" asked Leandra, distracting him from his disappointment.
"What do you mean? I didn't-"
"Oh! You did! See, sweetie? The Doctor was right, you do need diapers."
Frank blanched. The doctor. That's right, he was no prescribed diapers, and his incontinence was part of his medical history. He was stricken as he was laid on his back and the diaper was peeled away to let the cold air hit his skin. It was a wake up call. If there was any fantasy he held of getting on Frank and Leandra's good side - of them letting him at least live like a grown-up again, it was dashed by the weight of the Doctor's judgment. This was real. This was his life now.
"You know, sweetie, I know this can be a lot to accept," said Leandra as she wiped down his pissy parts and dribbling cage. His cock had shrunk in the cold air, and he was grateful for the relief. "Daddy told me that the Doctor and him scheduled you an appointment... with a therapist... to help you accept all these changes..."
"Therapist? I don't need a therapist, Mommy. I'm a grown man... if you'll just give me a chance..."
"You clearly do, sweetheart, because you've had all the chances in the world to be a grown up and now here we are. We found just what you need, baby boy, and a grown up life is not it..."
She gave his balls a light swat and he winced, not daring to say anything more. Even as she brought out a new, extra thick blarney diaper. And a megasorb stuffer to boot.
"Don't worry, sweetie, you're already doing so well with your training, and you're earning more than you ever did at that dead end job of yours..."
"I... I am?"
"Yes, you are, sweetheart. Several thousand a month, in fact."
"That much?" He was stunned. Leandra and Gerard had never talked hard numbers, but he did know that he was popular on the subby cucky suckers website that he used to frequent.
"Yes, sweetheart. Why would we ever let you grow up now?"
Why indeed. He was living his fantasy life, and obviously a lot of of others had the same fantasy and were willing to pay for the vicarious experience. Why would he ever be allowed to grow up when they had it so good?
"W-well... if I'm helping you make money... then how come I can't spend it?" asked Frankie.
"You're terrible with money dear, and you do spend it. On diapers. Food. Drinks. And all the things that Daddy and I were so generous to get you. You're the luckiest little boy in the world, because you get to have everything you need, and all you have to do is be good and listen to the grown-ups."
She taped up the final tapes patting his diaper front with a powdery poof of finality.
What could Frankie say? He was stuck.
"By the way, Daddy told me he has something new to teach me that the doctor showed him. I can't wait. Do you know what the surprise is? I promise I won't tell Daddy..."
Frank's mouth went dry as he remembered the prostate massage in the doctor's office. His wife had never put anything in his btut, not even close.
Gerard walked in before he could find his words.
"Ah, ah, ah, mon cherie! No spoiling the surprise. Besides, I know you'll want to try it yourself as soon as you find out and our little man needs his time to recover!"
"Aww, poo," said Leandra. "Guess it'll have to wait, then."
The couple brought Frank out of the nursery and into the kitchen, where Frank was put on the floor while the two chatted over wine and cheese.
"He's just so cute, isn't he?" asked Leandra, as she looked down at her husband in just a t-shirt, socks, and a diaper. His big, innocent eyes and the adorable face that she'd grown to love clean of any of the stubble it had perpetually carried in recent years.
"He's the absolute cutest," said Gerard, smiling and popping a piece of cheese into his mouth. The doorbell rang.
"Oh! That'll be the neighbors," said Leandra.
"Neighbors?!" yelped Frank, instinctively pulling down his shirt.
"None of that now, little one," said Gerard. "Or do we need to put you back in mittens and booties?"
Frank's eyes went wide and he shook his head. There was nowhere for him to go as he heard voices by the front door and the sound of his wife's voice drawing nearer.
He looked over to the sound of the approaching guests with fear as Gerard stood up and dusted off his hands, preparing to greet their guests.