Used By Another Man

Dylan entered the bachelor’s pad and made his way to the couch while he took in the sights, the handsome bachelor Trent following soon behind, making his way to the kitchen. Trent’s place was bigger than he expected, a pretty big TV, a pool table and a stocked bar to make drinks. Two hours ago, the two had never met before, but a night of drunken stupor at the town’s gay bar and the next thing Dylan knew he agreed to stay the weekend at Trent’s place. Dylan wasn’t usually one to do these things, but Trent’s brazen confidence drew him in immediately. That, and his eyes. Trent had heterochromia, one eye was a shining and deep blue, while the other was a comforting light brown which complimented the other perfectly. A couple drinks bought by Trent and needless to say, Dylan didn’t need much convincing to spend the weekend at his place.

“Can I get you anything? How about another beer?” Trent asked which Dylan obliged. “Yeah sure, get me another Blue Moon.” Dylan leaned over on the couch’s arm, the alcohol beginning to course through him. Trent set two bottles of beer on the coffee table in front of them as he sat down next to a tipsy Dylan. Trent looked down at Dylan, admiring his swimmers’ body and short, jet black hair slightly spiked with gel as Dylan looked back up at him with his own green eyes. Trent was well groomed, his dirty blonde hair combed over to the side and his body was large yet toned with arms that filled out his expensive polo shirt. The two felt the sexual tension in the air as the two disregarded the drinks and began to kiss.

Dylan was in bliss as Trent’s arms wrapped around him, pressing his soft yet rugged lips against his own. Dylan quickly lay back onto the couch as Trent lay on top of him, Dylan could feel Trent’s cock hardening in his khakis as he began to rub against his jeans. Dylan couldn’t quite place it, but the sensation felt a bit… fluffy.

“You want to take this to the bedroom?” Trent whispered, which Dylan replied with a nod. As the two stood up, Dylan decided to pull Trent in for one last kiss as he undid the button on his pants. “Uh… hold on…” Trent tried to say as Dylan slid down his pants revealing his Calvin Klein’s below. “Just relax…” Dylan whispered as he turned his attention back to his oddly bulging boxer briefs. ‘Man, he must be huge.’ Dylan thought to himself as he pulled down the fabric, only to reveal a disposable diaper hiding underneath. Dylan suddenly felt sober as the stench of urine wafted into his nose, the front colored a dark yellow no doubt from all the beers Trent had so far in the night.

“…You’ve got to be joking.” Dylan said, standing back up. “Sorry… look man I’m incontinent, I need to wear these. Just let me run to the bathroom and change and we can get back to the fun part.” Trent replied with a wink to which Dylan sighed. “Nah man, screw this. I’m not bending over for a guy who pees his pants.” Trent was taken aback. He usually doesn’t get this badly a reaction from other guys. “Look man, it’s not like I’m not gonna piss the bed or anything…” Dylan rolled his eyes. “Here I was expecting to go home with a man, instead I get a fucking baby.”

Trent was disheartened, but it wasn’t the first time someone had had a negative reaction to his needs. “You know, I can’t stand close minded people like you, I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be, diapers or not.” Trent retorted. “If anything, I’m the one who went home with the baby. Maybe you’d actually grow up a bit if you lived a day in my diapers.” Dylan was taken aback, wondering if maybe the alcohol got the better of him. He looked back into Trent’s eyes and saw his blue eye glowing intensely which Dylan stared at hypnotically. He suddenly felt woozy and weak, as he sat back down on the couch. “Hey man, I think I’m just gonna knock out, okay? I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow morning.” Dylan muttered weakly as his stomach turned. Trent sighed, his eye now returning to its usual hue. “If you say so…” Dylan thought he heard Trent say more, but the words came out as mumbles as he fell deeper into sleep.

Dylan woke up the next day, laying there remembering what happened last night, particularly how he offended Trent. ‘Sigh… maybe I should apologize for being such an ass.’ He thought to himself. He tried to get up… but he couldn’t move. He tried to open his mouth to call for help, but no words could be heard. ‘Wh-what the fuck is going on?’ Dylan thought to himself desperately. He could look around, he could smell, hear and feel, but he had no mouth. He felt himself resting on a soft yet plastic bed, and he looked around the room, somehow without turning his neck. He was in some sort of weird nursery, but it was different than what he imagined it would look like. There were BDSM tools around the room, and a padlock on top of a crib that looked more like a cage. He saw himself on top of a weird table with baby powder, wipes and creams.

‘Oh shit…’ Dylan saw as he looked upwards. He saw a mirror on the ceiling, but what looked back wasn’t human. The only thing in sight was a stack of diapers on the table. The top one had a weird graphic on the front, Dylan remembered they normally put babyish designs on them but this one was different. It was a picture of him still asleep on Trent’s couch. ‘Fuck… I’ve got to get out of here…’ Dylan yelled in his head as he tried to move something, anything to get out of this nightmare, but nothing responded. His mind, his consciousness, was just stuck in this diaper.

That was when the nursery door opened and in walked Trent, stretching his arms as he yawned. He was wearing just a t-shirt and the same diaper Dylan found under his boxers last night. It seemed even more yellowed than when he saw it last night, and it was sagging profusely. Dylan heard an audible squish as the soaked padding pressed against the changing table. The tapes were ripped off and Trent wiped himself up as Dylan watched from the side. His body was magnificent, he clearly spent a lot of time in the gym, his pecs bulged and flexes and he wiped over his crotch. His cock was equally large and cut as the rest of his body and Dylan felt this aching, lustful urge inside of him.

“Phew, those beers really run through me don’t they…” Trent mumbled to himself. Dylan wasn’t sure how but he could smell the stale urine from the padding next to him. Trent picked up the dripping diaper and dropped it in a diaper pail. A harsh stench wafted out of the pail and assaulted Trent’s nostrils and Dylan’s senses. “Gonna need to empty that later…” Trent said under his breath as Dylan suddenly felt a grip on him, as Trent unwrapped his next diaper and laid it on the changing table. Dylan looked upwards as he realized he was looking up from the seat of the diaper. As soon as the realization hit, he saw Trent’s plump and toned ass descending onto him.

Dylan felt the two muscled globes pressing over him as the padding conformed around his butt. He felt the rest of his diaper-body wrap snugly around Trent’s crotch, covering his semi-hard cock which twitched upon coming into contact with him. Dylan felt the lustful ache inside of him even stronger than before, even though in reality Dylan would enjoy being so close to Trent’s intimate areas, this was hardly how he imagined. He could smell the musk from Trent’s ass filling the entire airspace of the diaper, the pheromones were hypnotizing to him. As Trent continued to go throughout his day, Dylan was entranced by sexual craving, wishing he could rim the picture-perfect ass in front of him, the smell of sweat and musk only becoming stronger.

It was then that Dylan heard Trent let out a sigh of relief. Dylan wasn’t sure what he was doing, that is, until he felt a warm liquid dripping over him. Trent was urinating. Drips turned into a spurt, which turned into a steady flow faster than Dylan could realize what was happening. A deluge of foamy yellow liquid seeped over Dylan, pooling over the diaper seat. He felt himself getting heavier and fuller as piss spread all throughout the padding, only to be absorbed inside. Dylan felt bloated as if he just chugged an entire beer, he shuddered as he thought that, in a sense, he just did. Even now, as the smell of fresh piss mixed in with the sweaty musk of the man wearing him, Dylan couldn’t shake the lust, the utter horniness that wracked his psyche. ‘I can’t truly be enjoying this, can I?’ Dylan thought to himself as Trent walked over to the couch and sat down. The piss stayed contained inside the diaper, but Dylan felt it sloshing and spreading through himself, even more so he felt Trent’s heavy ass weighing him down and pressing into him more.

Trent turned on the TV in front of him. “Still asleep, huh?” He said to Dylan’s body, still laying on the couch where he fell asleep last night. “We could’ve had quite a good time together you know Dylan… too bad we couldn’t hold our liquor.” Trent laughed with a hint of regret in his voice. “But its fine, I’m sure you’ll wake up soon enough. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy myself.” Dylan was shocked, was that really his body out there or… was he talking to the diaper? Did Trent know what was going on?

Trent stood up and walked over to the pool table, setting up the balls and picked up a cue. Dylan felt himself shifting constantly as Trent moved into different positions to angle his shots as he played a round by himself. Dylan heard Trent’s stomach grumble as he sunk another ball. “Man, this one’s gonna be a toughie…” He heard Trent say as he bent over. Dylan felt himself stretch over Trent’s ass as he felt a gurgling sensation. Trent’s ass let out a rancid, pungent fart as Dylan was caught off guard. The gas quickly filled the entire diaper as Trent’s asshole let out the raspberry against the padding. Dylan felt nauseous as the sensations assaulted him, feeling the vibrations and hearing his asshole flapping as he expelled more gas. Even as Dylan’s mind writhed in disgust, his lustful hunger ate at him. ‘God, Trent… please make this stop…’ Dylan pleaded in his mind as Trent laughed and waved the air behind the diaper. “Man, that one was brutal.”

Dylan quickly began feeling another sensation, something was pressing inside Trent’s diaper. ‘Is he… getting hard?’ Sure enough, Dylan felt Trent’s masculine hand pressing against the front of the padding, slowly rubbing up and down as he let out a quiet moan as his cock pushed into the squishy, wet diaper. As much as he hated to admit it, feeling himself being pressed and rubbed against Trent’s hard cock felt incredible.

Another small fart snapped Dylan out of his spell as the stench once against spread through the diaper. It seemed even more toxic than the last fart, and Dylan wished he had a mouth to cough with. Suddenly Dylan heard an ominous rumble as Trent kept rubbing the front of the diaper. He felt the larger man begin to squat as the pieces began to fall into place in Dylan’s mind. “Oh god, not like this… Damn it, Trent let me the fuck out!” He tried to yell, but the only thing Trent could hear was the muffled crinkling of the diaper as he began to feel his bowels moving.

Dylan had the front row seat, looking directly at Trent’s asshole as it began to quiver and opened up to reveal the brown log inside. Trent let out a moan as he pushed out his large dump, Dylan felt the sticky log coiling over the padding, the smell was utterly horrendous as the toxic fumes overpowered his sense of smell. Trent’s cock twitched as he bore down once more, as his ass released a semi-soft load over the first. Dylan felt the shit spreading over the padding, the diaper getting heavier as it smeared over Trent’s crotch. Dylan was in agony as Trent continued to expel more and more poop into his padding. “Jeez… I knew that bar food would upset my stomach but man…” Trent moaned as he caressed his cock through the diaper.

Then, the vile deed was finished. Trent stood up with a dirty smile on his face, as relief and horniness flowed through him. Diaper-Dylan hung low around his crotch; the massive load Trent just dumped onto him began to seep over his taint. Dylan’s sense of smell was purely a burning stink of shit which was inescapable within the confines of the diaper, all he could see was a smeared brown paste and the feeling of the sticky, slimy load spread further over him as Trent walked over to the couch. Yet, even though every sense of his was screaming in agony, the lustful urge remained ever stronger, it seemed inescapable.

Trent moaned as he sat back down on the couch in front of the TV. He felt his dirty load of poop smearing over his ass cheeks inside of the diaper. He began to rock back on forth, spreading the mess all over the padding like a child playing in the mud. Dylan on the other hand felt like he was just dropped into a pig stye as the mess coated the insides more and more, squishing and stinking as Trent began to approach orgasm. He felt Trent turn around and position his crotch over the couch’s arm. He began to hump the couch, feeling the shit spreading over his balls and cock. “Such… a dirty… naughty baby…” Dylan heard Trent say in between moans and he sped up, coming closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck… fuck I’m… gonna cum… ughhh…” Trent moaned as Dylan felt a new, sticky sensation in the front of the diaper. Trent’s semen dripped and coated the padding, mixing in with the already vile concoction of piss and shit barely staying contained inside. Dylan’s horniness became unbearable, though for once he didn’t mind that Trent used his diaper as the semen speckled over him. Dylan had wanted to be Trent’s cumrag last night, though this is hardly how he expected it would happen. “Phew… I reek. Glad this guy’s not awake to see me like this…” Trent laughed to himself as Dylan wished that that was true.

Trent sat down on the changing table with a splat, as the cesspool of waste inside the diaper shifted once more. He undid the tapes and stood up. “Jeez, haven’t had one this messy since that monster burrito. Gonna need a shower after this one.” Dylan felt the cool air over him as he got a small scent of baby powder from the nursery through the vile miasma from the open diaper. Though before he could truly enjoy the relief from the constant smell of Trent’s waste, he felt the masculine hands gripping him by both ends, and then promptly dropping him into the diaper pail with the large mass of other used diapers that Trent utterly befouled.

Dylan heard a click from the top of the pail as he sunk into a sopping mass of used padding. He felt a mix of sticky, sliminess all over him, no doubt from other diapers that Trent didn’t wrap up. The smell inside the pail was unbearable, as if the stench of the fresh pile smeared over him wasn’t bad enough, the stink mixed in with an entire week of other filthy diapers which filled the pail to the brim. Dylan wanted to cry out, but he knew nobody could hear him. He still couldn’t move anything either… and yet one thing remained. The primal urge drove him wild; it was as if he spent the entire day edging himself, and yet there was no relief, there was no payoff. In a way that was the cruelest part of the experience and the urge only kept growing, even now as he sunk deeper into a pail of fetid, loaded diapers. Dylan heard the dripping sound of Trent in the shower and suddenly felt something odd. As Trent cleaned the poop off his body as he looked into the glass shower door, his brown eye with a subtle glow. Dylan felt his conscious becoming overloaded with sensation, until the only thing he could sense was a bright light.

With a loud rip, the bag containing the diapers spilled out onto the nursery floor. Dylan lay there in a stupor trying to piece together what happened. He looked down and saw his hands, which in turn touched his face and hair. He wasn’t sure how, but he was back in his body. His bliss was cut short however as he noticed a naked, freshly showered Trent in the nursery doorway watching him.

“Well well well, aren’t you quite the dirty little pervert after all. I leave you alone on the couch all day asleep and the second I head off to take a shower I find you smothering yourself with my shitty diapers?” Trent said in a deep, dominant tone. “Like hell I have…” Dylan started to yell back, until he looked down and truly saw his predicament. Here he was, nearly naked sitting in a pile of Trent’s filthy diapers which were torn out of the diaper pail next to him. He stood up and brushed off some poopy diapers sticking to his skin and realized he was wearing the same diaper Trent had enjoyed the entire afternoon, the one he was trapped in. “Th-this isn’t what it looks like…” Dylan stammered as he felt the shit smearing over his ass and taint, the droopy diaper stained profusely due to the sheer amount of waste dumped into it.

Trent slowly walked up to him and wrinkled his nose. “Well, if my sense of smell is any indication, I’d say you’re pretty full of shit.” Dylan blushed profusely, how could he even explain this scene away? “You were such a big, strong man walking in here telling me how unmasculine I was for needing diapers, and here you are in reality. A little boy who wants to wallow in another man’s filth.” Trent grabbed the front of Dylan’s diaper, feeling his rock-hard cock even through the swollen padding. “Please… just let me go…” Dylan pleaded with his captor. “Now, how could I do that to such a little boy? After all, it’s clear to me that you need that padding you’re wearing.”

Trent’s blue eye glowed once more, pulling Dylan into the hypnotic trance. It was then that Dylan realized that he hadn’t been able to use the bathroom the entire day, being instead stuck inside of the diaper. The urge came so strong, and so rapidly that before his body even processed what was happening, his bowels released and he fell to his knees, crapping his already utterly loaded diaper in front of the dominant man he insulted the night before. Poop seeped all throughout the diaper, trying to find any sort of room to spread to, he felt shit climbing up his ass and slowly up his back, while on the other end the load also pushed up his cock and balls, engulfing them in smelly waste. At the same time, he felt his bladder release as hot piss flowed over his shaft, mixing in with the vile sewage contained over his crotch. The entire diaper was stained a harsh brown and he stunk worse than the pile of diapers he was kneeling in, and even through it all Dylan’s cock remained hard, pleading for release.

Dylan looked up at Trent, he had never felt so small in his life. “Heh, you look like a toddler pretending that he didn’t need to use the potty.” Trent taunted which stung Dylan’s ego. He wanted to retort, to fight back, but the stench in the room told the real truth, he just lost all control and crapped himself for Trent’s enjoyment. “Well don’t worry, I don’t think you’re ready for the potty yet anyways. Lucky for you, I know all too well how to deal with naughty, dirty diaper boys.”

Dylan gasped as Trent’s arms scooped him up off of the floor, his heart fluttering as he remembered he was still naked from his shower. He let out an involuntary moan as he was set onto the changing table, his ass sinking into the massive pile barely contained by his pampers. Dylan looked up into the mirror on the ceiling as shame washed over him. He really did look like an oversized toddler, with an oversized messy diaper to match. “You like that mirror up there, huh? I put it there so big babies like you can see how emasculated you really are.”

Dylan watched as Trent untapped the diaper, and pulled back the sopping yellow-brown padding. The warm, humid stink of the trapped load inside quickly filled the room which made Trent’s cock twitch. He quickly became rock-hard as a meek looking Dylan lay on the table in his filthy diaper, his crotch and ass smeared from the dual loads. “Still completely hard huh? You really are a pervert…” Dylan shed a tear as the horniness seemed to drown out even the voice in his head. “Please… I need to cum… I’ll do anything.” Trent smiled as Dylan’s dirty cock pointed upwards.

Trent lightly grabbed Dylan’s dick, gently rubbing up and down. “Anything, huh?” Trent said lowly as Dylan squirmed from even the light touching. “You know that’s a pretty dangerous thing to ask from a guy who you insulted to his face.” Trent seductively ran his finger up Dylan’s cock, the slow touch made Dylan moan, his lust drowning out all his other thoughts and his body convulsed from the stimulation. “If you’re not gonna keep still during your diaper change, then we’ll have to take some extra measures to help.” Dylan felt Trent grab his wrists and lock them into restraints built into the table near his head, he couldn’t move much of his upper body.

“Trent, is this really necess-” Dylan started.

“Dylan if you want me to give you some relief in your filthy diaper, you’re gonna need to address me with respect. From now on, its Daddy, and yes, it’s necessary.” Trent said with a stern yet sadistic look. Dylan lay back on the table as he saw Trent in its reflection beginning to jack his cock, and then moving it closer to his diaper- area. Trent lifted Dylan’s legs and began to tease his asshole which sent shockwaves through his body. “You want Daddy’s cock inside you?” Trent asked. “…yes…”

“Yes, what?” Trent replied sternly. “Yes…Daddy…” Dylan cringed at the roleplay; Trent truly made sure he felt as little as possible during this ordeal. Dylan gasped as Trent entered him suddenly. His ass felt loose from losing control into his diapers just minutes before, but Trent’s cock was massive and felt as if it was growing with each pump. Pleasure wracked Dylan’s body as his prostate was stimulated, over and over by Trent’s fast and deep thrusts. Dylan no longer cared he was laying in a diaper filled with another mans waste, he would do anything for Trent to allow him to orgasm.

He looked back into Trent’s eyes, the dual colors drawing him in. Trent was a magnificent man; Dylan wasn’t sure how he could even have rejected him to awfully the night before. “You thought you were such a big, strong man weren’t you, coming into my house and laughing at my diapers? Take a good look up there, that’s who you really are. Just a big baby begging for Daddy’s love in his shitty diapers.” Dylan looked into the mirror and shame and humiliation came crashing down. He truly was a pathetic excuse for a man, with a mountain of crap on his diaper seat smeared all over his crotch, and yet this humiliation only made his cock harder, building closer to orgasm.

“If I were really evil, I would’ve just let you stew in that diaper pail for weeks before tossing you into the dumpster where you belong, but I decided to make you better instead.” Trent nearly pulled out his cock before fully thrusting back in, Dylan’s whole body writhed with stimulation. “After all, why not turn this rude fuckboy into my dirty fucktoy?” Dylan couldn’t even process what he was hearing though all the sensations Trent was making him feel. “Now tell me Dylan, who do you want to be?” Trent’s eyes glowed bright as Dylan looked at them in a hypnotic lustful haze, each thrust of Trent’s cock clouding his thoughts further and further. “I want to be your poopy diaper baby, Daddy!” Dylan cried out as he orgasmed, his cum splattering over his belly and chest as pleasure flowed through his whole body, Trent’s cock pulsing inside of him as he pumped his own load of semen inside of Dylan, biting his lip as his own orgasm shot pleasure through him.

The two panted heavily as clarity returned to Dylan. “Can I go shower and head home now?” He asked as Trent laughed. “Actually, I think it’s time for your nap, you seem pretty tired.” Dylan was confused. “Look the roleplay was hot and all, but I think I should go.” Trent locked eyes with Dylan. “Actually, I recall someone saying they would do anything for an orgasm, isn’t that right?” Dylan felt shame press onto him as he began to process what he just agreed to. “And I also recall someone saying he wanted to be ‘Daddy’s poopy diaper baby,’ and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me saying that, but I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Trent undid the restraints on Dylan’s wrists and retaped the loaded diaper he was sitting on. Dylan was speechless as he was scooped up once more and dropped into the locking crib. “You can’t do this to me…” Dylan said meekly. “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I let my toddler out on the street alone, would I?” Trent replied as he locked the top of the crib, trapping Dylan inside. “And if you ever want to make stickies again, you’re gonna need to start being a good boy, you hear me?”

Dylan shuddered as the horniness lightly began its grip on him again, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Trent had him begging to use him once more. Trent wiped his cock off with some wipes and taped himself into a new diaper, dressing himself with beige shorts and a red polo. He did make an attractive Daddy. “…could I at least get a diaper change too, Daddy?” Dylan asked with as much respect as possible. “Well of course buddy.” Trent said as he bent down to eye level with Dylan in the crib. “You can have this one when I’m done using it.” He said with a dirty smile as he rubbed the front of his crotch.

Dylan watched helplessly as Trent walked to the door. “Try to get some rest, buddy.” He said fatherly as he turned out the light. Dylan lay back in the crib as he suddenly felt his asshole open up, his body pushing out the load of cum that Trent shot into him, the sticky fluid mixing with an even stickier cesspool sitting in Dylan’s diaper seat. The stench of his diaper still filling the room only served to grow the grip of the lustful curse Trent inflicted on the poor lad. Dylan tried to close his eyes and rest and as he shifted uncomfortably in the crib, his overloaded diaper squishing poop out of the leg holes. He imagined what dirty things he would need to do for Trent to allow him some release and never had he ever felt so used.