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Diaper Cuck - Part 1

Published: November 8th 2022, 5:44:38 pm

Trigger warnings: Lots of humiliation and degradation in this one. I removed the ‘F’ slur as it probably wasn’t necessary. I think the story is just fine without it. Hope you like it.

“Hi,” she said when I opened the door.

God damn she was looking fine as hell. Even with a robe on, her porcelain skin was glowing, and her eyes had this raven-like sharpness to them, like she knew what she wanted and was about to get it.

“Hello,” I said. Clearing my gruff voice.

“Are you still okay with hubby tagging along?” She asked, innocently biting her nail and swishing side to side.

“Of course,” I replied with a smile.

I’ve fucked my fair share of white women, they’re almost always good in bed, especially when they get a piece of this black dick they’ve been craving for so long. But something about their husbands being there at the same time turns me on even more.

She smiled, tugging on the leash in her hand. “Come on in, cucky!”

A whimpering, snivelling man on all fours crawled into the frame. His hair was in pigtails, and what I could see of his face was covered in cheap make-up that made him look like a prostitute. He was wearing a pastel pink dress, with a skirt that was short and poofy.

“Kiss his feet and tell him ‘thank you’ for letting you come watch.” She ordered.

The sissy followed her instructions, bending down to plant a kiss on the front of each of my shoes, leaving behind pink lipstick marks.

“Th-thank y-you f-for letting me c-come w-watch, sir!” He squeaked. His voice was so trembly, high-pitched, and pathetic.

“Kiss them again,” I said, asserting my dominance. I wanted him to know who the Alpha was in this arrangement. “And lick the bottoms.”

Again the little bitch whimpered while he ran his tongue over the top and bottom of boots.

“There’s wine in the humidor.” I told him, “Go fetch us two glasses of the Cabernet.”

The sissy immediately scurried off. He didn’t even get off his hands and knees! Just crawled away like a dog or a baby.

From the back I noticed something odd. Beneath the sissy’s skirt, he had a big, poofy white diaper crinkling between his legs.

I thought that was odd, but I didn’t say anything. I turned to his wife and smiled down at her. “How have you been, lovely?”

“Oh I’m just fine now!” She smiled back, allowing me to put my arm around her and pull her in close for a kiss.

I could hear clanking in the other room as we sat down. The sissy’s hands were still trembling when he brought the glasses in. I took them without a word and handed one to his wife. The sissy immediately dropped back down to his knees.

“Cheers!” I said to her, clinking our glasses together and taking a long sip.

“So,” I said to the sissy, “I noticed you had something under that dress of yours.”

The sissy’s lip started quivering. He nodded, “y-yes sir…”

“Lift up your skirt and show me.” I commanded.

The sissy’s trembling fingers found the hem of his dress and raised it upward. By the time he did, his face was the same color as his pink outfit.

The diaper was bigger than I had ever seen. I didn’t know they made them that big. It wasn’t like those adult diapers you see old people wear. This was designed to be infantile. It even had these prints across the top that made them even more babyish. I thought it a bit weird, but I was intrigued.

“Why are you wearing a diaper, sissy?” I asked him.

His eyes darted over to his wife hesitantly. She just smiled and nodded. “Go on.” She said, “Tell him. You know the answer.”

The sissy looked back at me, still holding his skirt up. “M-mommy makes me wear diapies because she says i’m not a real man.”

We both laughed at that. “So what are you?” I asked amused, taking another sip of wine.

“I’m a wittle beta bitch. My clitty is too itty bitty to ever pleath a real woman. So it has to be locked and padded.” He squeaked. He had this high pitched lisp to his voice. There was no way he actually talked like that, but it was certainly entertaining.

“Locked?” I asked, feigning ignorance. This wasn’t the first cuck I'd interacted with. Not even close. Most of the ones that stepped into my house were already caged up, and if they weren’t, they were by the time they left, with me holding the key. I knew exactly what a chastity cage was, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“Tell him, sweetheart.” His wife said.

The sissy cringed, either from the humiliation or from what was going on inside that diaper.

“Mommy puts my cwitty in a cage. She says it’s cause it’s too pathetic to be out and about. She says I don’t deserve to make cummies and have the possibility of spreading my baby beta genes.”

His wife and I both chuckled.

“Show me.” I said.

The sissy looked back and forth from me to his wife with trepidation.

“Come on,” his wife said, like she was speaking to a dumb baby. “Come over here and let him see inside your diaper.”

The sissy whimpered, but waddled forward on his knees. He used his chin to hold the front of his skirt up while he pulled the waistband of the diaper open so I could peek inside.

I’ve seen a lot of cucky dicks, but none quite as small as that one. The front of the cage didn’t stick out at all. Instead, it was a flat circle tucked tightly against his shaved pubis. There were also noticeable ropes of precum leaking through and dribbling down his purple, swollen balls.

I laughed dramatically like it was the most hilarious thing I’d ever seen—and it almost was.

The sissy retreated backwards, still using his hands to hold up his skirt and display his diaper.

“Now you better not take a shit in the diaper while you’re around me or I will beat your ass!!” I barked with a firm tone, pointing my finger at him to emphasize my point, “Do you understand me??”

The sissy cowered on his knees like a frightened puppy. The front of his diaper immediately started to swell and droop, and a blue line began to form across the front.

His wife burst into laughter. Covering her mouth with her hand to keep from cackling.

“Oh my god!!” She exclaimed between breaths, “he just pissed his Pampers!!”

Both of us roared with laughter now. This really was one of the most pathetic cucks I’d ever seen.

We were all in tears. The wife and I from laughing so hard, and sissy from crying with shame.

“Sit there quietly while your wife and I talk.” I told him once I finally contained my chuckling.

“Here!” The wife said, digging in her purse. She pulled out a big pacifier on a string. But it wasn’t shaped like a normal pacifier. The rubber part was shaped like a 4-inch penis.

She shoved the rubber dick in his mouth. He accepted it reluctantly, choking a bit as it entered, but otherwise sucking on it gratefully. He didn’t even whimper after that. Just knelt there suckling without making a peep.

I wasn’t used to this whole ‘diaper sissy’ thing. Sissies? Sure. It was commonplace in the cuckold community for the wife to make her husband wear a dress or some panties. But I’d yet to see a diaper, and so far I didn’t hate it. In fact, I rather liked how it further supplanted me as the Alpha and him as the beta bitch.

The little cuck sat there on his knees, hands behind his back, in that wet diaper while I chatted and flirted with his wife right in front of him. The only time he moved was to go fetch us more wine.

By the time we had our 4th glass, we were getting much more handsy.

“What do you say we move this to the bedroom?” She asked up at me, smiling with glazy eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

******

“Do you like it?” She asked, taking off her robe and showing off her black lingerie. “Hubby picked it out for me!”

“You look gorgeous!” I said, and I wasn’t lying. Knowing that the cuck had to pick out the outfit for his wife to get fucked in made it all the better.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling like a king on his throne. I didn’t even have to say anything, the wife immediately dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Go kneel in the corner, cuck!” I growled. The little bitch cowered and obeyed, he even started sucking his fucking thumb! Like it was some sort of comfort from the big scary man about to fuck his wife.

She was sucking for comfort too. She already had my pants down and my dick in her mouth. She was moaning and groaning with my meat between her lips. Licking it all over, from the head to the shaft to the balls and then back up again.

While she was making for a great show, I eyed the cuck the whole time. I like to see their face when they watch their wife worship me. His face looked pained, but I couldn't tell if it was from jealousy, or from him getting excited in his cage.

I pushed her bobbing head down deeper, she took most of it like a champ, but started gagging a bit when I hit that esophagus. I let her come up gasping for air, but before I could do anything else she was back on it and going even deeper all by herself.

“Get up on the bed.” I told her, with not as much grit as I used on her husband, but enough to be assertive.

She eagerly crawled up and stayed on her hands and knees, swaying from side to side and quivering with anticipation.

I gave her a playful smack on her ass, she moaned instead of groaned. I pulled her panties down and examined her pussy.

“Come here, cuck.” I barked. The little bitch immediately plopped his thumb from his mouth and crawled over.

“Look at your wife!” I said, yanking him by the hair and pointing his face to what I wanted him to observe, “you see how wet she is?”

His lip quivered pitifully as he examined his wife’s engorged, glistening pussy.

“She ever get that wet for you, cuck?” I asked.

“No sir…” he squeaked, hanging his head.

“You never got her this excited, did you?”

“No sir…” he whimpered pitifully.

I slipped a finger inside her sex, it slid in easily, practically slurping it up. The wife moaned, her hips were quaking as I pressed down and rubbed her G-spot. Again, I watched her hubby’s face. I let her grunt like a pig for a bit before pulling it out, leaving her hungry for more.

I pressed the finger to the cuck’s lips.

“Suck it,” I said, “taste your wife’s juices.”

Again he made a pathetic sniffle, but opened his mouth just the same, probably just happy to be involved. He took my finger in his mouth and wrapped his lips around it, sucking it gently. I pressed it down his throat, laughing as I watched him gag and squirm.

I removed my slobbery finger and put it back in his wife’s pussy, then back in his mouth. I did this several times, watching his wife tremble in titillation, and the little bitch cower in fear. Eventually, I grew bored.

“Do you have the key to his cage?” I asked.

It took her a while to comprehend, she was lost in some sort of headspace.

“I…what? Uh…yes.” She said between breaths. “I have it.”

“Unlock him.”

She flashed a bit of skepticism, but followed my orders anyway. She looked a bit flustered as she got down in front of the sissy, untaping his diaper and letting it flop forward with a dull crinkle. The cuck’s cage was leaking even more sticky strings down to his swollen balls. She brandished the key from the chain between her breasts, and leaned forward to unclasp the locking mechanism, pulling the flat front of the cage free.

The sissy let out a relieved sigh from the head of his puny penis feeling fresh air for the first time in weeks.

“Put the diaper back on him.”

She did, lifting the soggy padding, pressing it to his shriveled cock, and  retaping it shut.

“Th-thank you s-sir,” the little cuck whimpered, sounding genuinely grateful.

“Oh, I know how you can thank me…” I said, grabbing the base of my cock and lifting it so that it was inches from the little bitch’s face.

He glanced over at his wife anxiously. She giggled. “He’s never sucked a dick before.” she explained with a grin, patting him on the head. “Tons of practice on my strapon though.”

I looked back at him expectantly, he was still hesitant, his eyes to the floor, trying not to stare at my hard cock bobbing right in front of him. Did the little bitch think he was gonna come all the way over and not suck some dick?

“Do you want me to put you back in your cage, sissy?” I asked.

He looked up at me now, terrified, eyes misty like a doe’s. “N-no sir! Please no!!”

In truth, I liked it when they were reluctant. Not as fun when you get one of those eager sissies. Sure, they suck dick better than anyone you’ve ever seen, but an ambivalent sissy is more fun. That didn’t stop me from getting a little entertainment with this bitch, though: “Then you better beg me to suck this dick!” I roared.

He cowered in fear, bottom lip quivering again. He still seemed tentative. I chuckled on the inside.

“P-p-please…sir.” He began.

“Daddy,” I corrected.

He muttered under his breath. “P-please…Daddy…can I suck your dick?”

I looked over at his wife, “Did you hear him? I couldn’t really hear him…”

She smirked, catching on. “No…I didn’t hear him at all!”

I turned back to him. “I think you need to say it louder.”

He whimpered, but obeyed “Please. Daddy. Can I PLEASE suck your dick?”

I shrugged, satisfied, but apparently his wife wasn’t. “Still can’t hear you.” she giggled, reveling in his humiliation, probably knowing he was secretly enjoying this.

The sissy cleared his throat, put his hands together pleadingly,  and began to shout: “PLEASE DADDY!! CAN I PLEASE SUCK YOUR COCK?!”

I smiled, spreading my arms wide, my dick harder than ever. “By all means.”

Now that the cuck was faced with it, he gulped in fear. He reached a shaky hand out and wrapped his fingers around my shaft one at a time. He looked to his wife again for reassurance, she nodded.

“Just think of it like sucking on that pacifier,” I said.

“A really big pacifier.” she finished.

He looked up at me, then at his wife, and finally opened his mouth and leaned forward.

“Oh! Wait!” The wife exclaimed, “Let me get the camera!” she said, scrambling over to her purse. “I want to document his first real blowjob! You know…for the baby book!”

The sissy whimpered as she aimed the light of her camera at him. He reset himself, still holding my dick, made his last minute look-arounds, and opened wide.

My favorite part of a blowjob is the warmth when those lips first wrap around the head, feeling it slide further and further in. It didn’t go far, and I didn’t expect it to. There was a little teeth, but he quickly corrected that before I could say anything. His wife giggled behind the camera.

I put my hands behind my back, giving her full view of her pathetic husband while he bobbed up and down on my dick.

“Remember to drool, baby” she told him with the biggest smile on her face. “And hum!”

The sissy started bobbing faster, humming like a whore as he did it. He was getting into it, his nerves relaxing.

I needed to challenge him.

I grabbed the back of his head, his pigtails not quite long enough for me to grasp, and pressed him down on my dick. I watched his eyes get wide, watched his throat spasm as it tried to push out the invader, his gag reflex kicking in, his eyes watering, his nose sputtering. I kept him as deep as I could, feeling his esophagus, letting his wife take pictures, watching him squirm, listening to his diaper crinkle, before finally letting him up for air.

He gasped and panted.

“You like that dick, cuck?” I asked.

He sniffled, swallowing the sick in his mouth. “Y-yes sir…”

“Open your mouth.”

He did. Tilting his head back and opening it wide, mascara running down the sides of his face.

“Stick out your tongue!”

Again, he obeyed. Sticking his tongue out to his already glistening chin.

I started smacking him with my dick. First hitting his tongue with my head until it got wet and sloppy, then slapping it all over the rest of his face. He winced with each smack, but stayed firm. His wife had to cover her face with her hands to contain her laughter.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love your dick!”

“Louder!”

“I LOVE YOUR DICK, DADDY!!”

“Lick my balls.”

He didn’t hesitate this time. He leaned forward immediately and began lapping and sucking them gratefully.

I peered around at his diaper.

“You getting hard, sissy?” I asked. Even through his skirt and diaper I could see a little tent forming.

His face flushed, but he didn’t say anything. So his wife answered for him by lifting up his skirt and squeezing the front of his swollen diaper. “Oh yea. He’s hard as a rock.”

We both laughed uproariously while the sissy clenched his knees together, as if that would do anything to hide it. He tried to cover it with his hands, but his wife smacked them away.

“No, let him touch it.” I said.

She looked up at me, dumbfounded, but I pressed on. I was in control.

“Put my dick back in your mouth, cuck.” I ordered.

He obliged, picking up where he left off, happy to be done with his humiliating incident…or so he thought.

I waited for him to get back into rhythm, sucking and slurping.

“Now rub the front of your pissy pamper.” I told him.

The sissy gasped in surprise with my dick still in his mouth, his eyes got wide looking up at me with appreciation.

I looked at his wife, still clutching her phone. “Time him.”

She nodded, not really sure exactly what she was timing as the little bitch started running his hands over his satin skirt, digging his hands in to squish his crinkly crotch.

He lost the rhythm with his mouth, his focus elsewhere, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to see this.

Sure enough, a short while later, the sissy was spasming on his knees.

“Stop the clock.” I told her.

She tapped her phone. “Did he just…?”

She leaned over, lifting his skirt, slipping a finger into his front waistband, and peeking into his diaper.

Her hands clapped to her gaping mouth. “Oh my god!!” she gasped. “He did! He just came!!”

I smiled knowingly. “How long did it take?”

She checked her phone. “15 seconds!!” she snorted.

My plan worked.

“Do you see what a pathetic little bitch your husband is?” I asked, still yanking his head up and down on my cock.

“I mean…I knew he was a loser. But that was…” she couldn’t even get the last words out she was so shocked.

The sissy whimpered, trying to focus on sucking to distract from the humiliation. But I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

“Go kneel in the corner with your sticky pampers and think about what you just did!” I barked.

The sissy plopped my dick from his mouth and scurried over to the corner. He placed his nose to the wall and his hands behind his back. I almost thought I heard sobbing. His libido was gone now, and he was just left with shame.

I turned back to his wife, my dick juicy and so erect it hurt now. “I think I'm ready for you!” I smiled.

She smiled back, climbing back on the bed and spreading her legs. “Oh I'm definitely ready for you!!”

To Be Continued Next Week!