Daddy's Little Boy 1: Punishment, Therapy, and a New Beginning in Diapers
#1 of Daddy's Little Boy
This is my submission for prompt 24 of The Writing Prompt Group: "Just Been Fucked". The objective was to have some part of the story focus on the character's emotions and physical sensations right after being on the receiving end of a sex act.
In this second person story, the reader is put in the place of an adolescent delinquent who finds himself placed in a very unorthodox therapy under the care of an older man.
Daddy's Little Boy 1: Punishment, Therapy, and a New Beginning in Diapers
Waking up from a deep sleep, you realize its dark, pitch black, and you can't see anything. The blindfold, secured snuggly to your face, prevents you seeing anything of the space you are in.
You feel no constrictions or restraints on your body, so your first instincts tell you to rise and stand. However, your slim, adolescent, feline frame is unresponsive. You try to call out for help as panic sets in, only for your voice to be muffled by some object that's been strapped across your face, gagging you. As you become more aware of your situation, you feel a strange softness and warmth around your groin and ass. Suddenly, the events of the previous day come flooding back to your frantic mind.
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You were dropped off at house across the state line from your home town by your parents, who are at the end of their rope with you and your delinquent behavior. The man that answered the door--a brawny, brown grizzly bear--invited you into his house. After helping you take your bags upstairs, he invited you to eat lunch with him. During the meal, he said something that upset you, and you tried to assert your dominance in a literal roar from deep within your prideful body. He took you by the arm, pulled you over his knee, and smacked you right on your firm ass, which felt the sting even through the thick denim jeans you were wearing. You struggled against him, but he was far stronger. Soon, you were crying, begging to be let go, and promising to do as you are told.
From then your memory accelerates. You remember him releasing you from his knee and directing you upstairs. He commanded you to strip, which you immediately did. Without a word, he pinned your chest to the wall and smacked your exposed ass again. This continued for the next few minutes; your screams and the stinging on your rear intensified as your jet colored hide became a deep pink. You remember his next, authoritatively spoken words, "Bed. All fours. Now. And keep your eyes forward."
You quickly acquiesced to the command. In the next instant, he secured a blindfold over your eyes. You gasped when you felt his paw run over the head of your erected, barbed kithood, an act which alerted you to your unconscious enjoyment of what was happening. You heard him lie something under your body just before you felt his paws take you by your hips and his long, smooth, ursine, cock force its way into your virgin tailhole. As he fiercely and mercilessly pounded away at your rump, every connection with his stomach and testicles caused your tender ass to sting almost as much as your increasingly stretching rectum. Just as humiliating was the buildup you felt in your neglected boy bone. You called him "Daddy" over and over again, whenever he ordered you to. Finally, he slammed one final time into you and expelled his warm, voluminous cum load into your violated body. That same moment, you came into whatever it was he had placed under you, resulting in you moaning from the dual sensation of the simultaneous orgasms.
After he pulled out, your entire body fell onto the bed. Your still pulsing cock was met with the warmth of your freshly fired boy juice as you felt him secure something around your waistline. "Hold this," were the last words you heard as he placed something soft in your arms. A strange smell hits your snout, causing you to lose consciousness.
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The humiliation and confusion wash over your teenaged being. You feel your body get hot, which only makes the jizz in your crotch area loosen and liquefy. Your rapidly rehardening cock against the soft, warm snugness of the unknown thing around your waist only adds to your anxiety and uncertainty, which are currently buzzing through your head.
Calming yourself and gathering resolve, you try to achieve any kind of movement. Your body seems to have caught up with your mind. Your arms and legs move, but they can only get so high off the mattress. Even your chest can only manage a couple of inches off the surface of the soft mattress you are laying on. The movement loosens the mature ursine's seed deep within your rectum, and it begins to trickle out of your stretched, devirginized tailhole. As you struggle to move, his massive, slimy, man load soon meets you're warmed cum and mixes with it, giving your taint a tingling and strangely enjoyable sensation.
Your rounded ears alert you to a sound of a door to the room opening. The sound of footpaw steps brings you back to reality. You tremble in fear of another disciplinary spanking and fucking. You clench your anus shut, causing you to squirt out a large glob of bear jizz from your sphincter. The noise of the steps disappears for a few seconds. A warm, soft paw caresses your cheek, sending a jolt of anticipatory lightning through your body. You whimper into the object gagging your mouth as you feel the full padded paw upon your face. Soon, it travels up to your headfur. It is then that you discover that your tangerine mane has been completely shaved off. You attempt to get away, only managing to weakly flail your limbs.
"Well, isn't that cute?" the deep voiced, older male says to you. "Welcome to my patented therapy, kit. Things will go a lot easier if you just let go and let me do what's best for you. I think our little punishment session has taught you that I'm not going to take any shit from you. Do you understand, boy?"
You frantically nod in response then feel his paw cascade behind your head. In a single motion of his hand, he removes the blindfold, exposing your sight deprived eyes to the sudden burst of the room's light. After you whimper in instinctive surprise, he rubs your bare tummy as your eyes gradually adjust. Your physical being begins to relax from the tender menstruation of the elder male's paw. Then, you notice your reflection in the mirrored ceiling above you. Your mane has been shaved clean off your head. A pacifier is strapped to your mouth. A sky blue diaper with cloud print is secured firmly around your waist.
Muffled protests sound from your muzzle while you reassume your efforts to move, but the grizzly is undeterred. He continues to run his paw over your chest and tummy. In your reflection, you see that you can still only manage to move your limbs a few inches off the ground. Soon, a growling in your stomach causes you to cease all resistance.
The bear standing over you lets out a deep chortle. "Looks like the kit needs some food. But before that, there are a few things we need to go over." His paw pulls your gaze to meet his. The man, clad in only a white robe, continues, "Until further notice, you are a cub. After the chloroform teddy bear knocked you out, I shaved your mane clean off your head. Also, while you were in dreamland, I injected you with a 24-hour muscle relaxer. So not only do you look the part, your motor skills are now equal to that of an infant.
"The purpose of your therapy is a complete emotional reset. You are going to have to learn how to trust and be vulnerable towards others, just like a baby. As you show more openness and willingness, I will allow you to age based on your progress. But for now, just know that I will provide everything you need. Do you trust me?"
Returning his eye contact, you realize that you have no choice. You've always been defiantly independent. In a way, the humiliation and embarrassment of the situation has only compounded. However, the reality of your powerlessness is not lost on you. As much as you refuse to recognize it, you also feel a sense of safety and security from this ursine. You nod attentively to answer his question.
"Good boy," he says as he tussles your headfur. He slides his paw under your back and legs and gently lifts you up. He carries you back down stairs and into the kitchen. Using one hand to hold you up, he uses his spare paw to get something out of the fridge before bringing his arm back under you and taking you to the living room. Sitting on a nearby couch, he cradles you on his lap and brings the object into your sight.
"We can't feed you with that binky in the way, now can we?" He places the bottle on a table beside the couch and uses his single, free paw to undo the strap securing the pacifier. Strangely, your tongue follows after the binky in an attempt to keep it in your muzzle. "Well, isn't that cute? Daddy had a strong feeling that his cub would like having something in his mouth."
"Dada..."you say in an attempt to speak. You try to ask him a question, but all that managed to follow was, "Gah gi goo baba."
As your eyes widen from the unexpected surprise, he lets out his chortle and declares, "That's right. Daddy forgot to mention that he gave you hypnotic suggestions during your nap. So your vocabulary is cut down to what a baby can say. Be good tonight, and I'll let you have a few big kid words tomorrow.
"Now, it's time for your feeding." He places the binky on the table, picks up the bottle, and rests the nipple at your mouth. In response you promptly latch onto the bottle and eagerly suckle on the rubber nipple. As the milk cascades down your throat, you find yourself in a blissful state of contentment. When you manage to bring your hands up to hold the oversized bottle, he uses his free paw to rub your filling tummy. When you completely drain its contents, you drop the bottle to the floor and let out a soft, cute sounding sigh of relief.
"Is my boy full?" A strong paw gently wipes away a dribble of milk from your muzzle and returns the pacifier into your mouth. As you relish in the comforting oral sensation, he lays you on the warm, fuzzy, shag carpeting, tummy down. He lies beside you, humming to you, while he rubs your back and looks you lovingly in the eye.
You become lost in the serenity of the moment. It's quiet, and your breaths and pulse almost synchronize with his steady, kind strokes as you get lost in his infinitely warm gaze. Suddenly, a stirring from inside your body alerts you that your bladder is about to empty itself. Your call of "Dada" is muffled by the pacifier. Footpaws kicking in panic, you gather your thoughts and hold back then impending evacuation.
"It's alright," his deep yet kind voice cuts through your urgency. "Just let it happen. That diaper will absorb every drop and won't leak a bit. Besides, your resistance will wear down long before the muscle relaxer, and I bet you'll even like it." He leans in until your foreheads touch. Nuzzling you, he whispers, "Trust Daddy."
Those last two words and the sensation of the fur on fur contact cause you to follow suit with his advice and let your inhibition go. As you feel the urine exit your shaft, you whimper softly from the residual, inherent humiliation of the moment. However, as he continues nuzzling your head and rubbing your back, his unrelenting compassion puts you at ease. In the next instant, when you feel the warmth and wetness of your expanding diaper, a strange, unexpected sense of security comes over you. You let out a soft, instinctual purr as you begin to let yourself enjoy the loving ambience of the scene: the snuggly comfort of the pee soaked diaper, the safety you feel, and the constant care and attention of your Daddy.
Your body relaxes flat onto the carpet. For the next few minutes, things remain unchanged. Then the grizzly sits up on his knees and gently flips you over onto your back. He slides his paws under you and lifts you again into his muscular arms. "Let's go get you cleaned up and ready for bed." He carries you back up the stairs to the room across the hall from his bedroom: a nursery, complete with an oversized crib, stuffed animals, and diaper changing station.
The elder male lays you on the table then retrieves a new diaper, red racecar print, from the drawer below you. Your entire body begins to blush a shade of rosy pink as he peels back your private's wet housing. Pink turns to deep red when your barbed, teen member slowly emerges from its sheath when he carefully swaps your legs and sack with a wipe. Attempting to look away in shame, you are put at ease by the sudden, tickling sensation of him motor boating your flat tummy.
He tucks the new diaper into his sleeve and picks you up under your armpits. "We can't leave you like that now can we?" He chortles and continues, "Looks like my boy has learned a thing or two about himself today," as he lays you in the arms of a giant, tan-colored, stuffed kangaroo. After un-tucking the diaper and rolling it out, he raises your legs onto his and lays it open under your bare ass. He reaches into the pouch of the oversized plushie and pulls out a bottle of baby oil.
Remembering your punishment from earlier, you close your eyes and whimper in the flinching expectation of pain. In response, your ursine caregiver caresses your cheek. "Don't worry, kit. Daddy plans to make it enjoyable for both of us this time." His words reach your ears, and you decide that your only choice is to let yourself be vulnerable and trust in what he says. Your whole body relaxes and loosens against his legs and the stomach of the plushie marsupial.
He unties his robe, prompting the garment to reveal his long, veiny, black manhood. Squirting the baby oil on his paw, he lubes up his erect, rigid tool and returns the bottle to the kangaroo's pouch. The bear positions himself, placing his wet, ready cock on your tailhole. He grunts softly as he pushes into your quivering boy flower. The painful, yet pleasurable, feel of the ursine phallus boring its way into your tight, yet cum slickened, love tunnel implores you to moan into the pacifier.
Daddy hilts his flesh staff inside of you and leans in, arching his back so that your snouts touch ever so slightly. Giving you Eskimo kisses, he says nothing and allows your body to adjust to him. Your own feline boyhood begins to bob from the mix of anticipation and anxiety for what you know is about to happen. You feel more loved than you have in a long time. Between the grizzly's toned frame and the plushie roo's fuzzy softness, the warm emotions of affection and need spill out from inside of you, causing involuntary tears to slowly form in your eyes.
He slowly pulls out; you gasp into your binky. Then, when the tip of his male spear is on your ring, he pushes back in, causing you to let out a long, soft, wanting moan into the pacifier. He continues at this pace. Sweat begins to form between your heated bodies as your pseudo incestuous moments of passion pass on. Something inside of you calls you to hold him, to pull him tightly into you. However, your drugged arms are not up to the task. You manage to spit the pacifier out and scream, "Dada, pwease!"
Your elder anthro slowly pushes back into you until his rod is hilted inside of your hole once again. He gently takes your arms and wraps them around his neck. You grasp your paws around your wrists as tightly as you can. He leans forward and whispers into your perked, rounded ears, "Daddy's so proud of you, kit. You've learned a lot today, so, as a reward, I'll let you have some young man time tomorrow. Then, we can maturely discuss your issues. But for now, let's finish up what we've started, so we can both have a good night's sleep."
He suddenly begins to thrust in and out of your loosening tunnel. Your constant moans crescendo as he grunts with every hilting of his dick in your tailhole. You feel the impending orgasm build inside of your young member. "DADA!" you scream as you are about to go over the edge, but he grabs your kithood as hard as he can and slams into your hole while his own manhood fires a second load of ursine jizz into you.
Trembling from the state of your delayed climax. You plead at the top of your lungs, " DADA, PWEASE!"
Panting heavily, he pulls out of you, allowing his seed to begin pouring out of your sphincter and onto the diaper then lowers you into the pooling sperm. The moment he lets go of your adolescent schlong, the bear quickly pulls the front of the diaper over your crotch and snugly fastens the straps. Your youthful, boy juices fill the diaper, meeting and mingling with the liquid virility of the elder male. The same hot, sticky sensation from before comes over your privates and ass.
You pant heavily while he retrieves a rag from the pouch of the now sweat laden plushie. The muscular elder wipes you down with the rag while you attempt to catch your breath. Daddy disappears momentarily from your sight and returns with something draped over his arm. "This will look adorable on you, kit." With almost unreal speed and efficiency, he slips the garment onto your feet, pulls your arms through the sleeves, and zips up the back. He picks you up and walks you over to the teen-sized crib and gingerly lays you inside. Looking up at the mirrored ceiling, you see that the garment is a pair of Superfur footed pajamas, complete with little red cape on the back and SF on the chest.
Daddy pulls a blanket up to your chest and tucks you in. "It's going to be chilly tonight, so I'm going to make sure you're nice and warm...Oh, I almost forgot." He leaves your sight again for a split second, reappearing with a red pacifier attached to a matching clip. He affixes the clip to the pajamas and places the binky at your muzzle, prompting you to quickly and greedily take it into your maw.
He leans forward and kisses your forehead. "Sweet dreams, my little kit. You'll have more to learn tomorrow." Without another word, he presses a button on the hanging mobile and leaves the room, keeping the door wide open.
The sheep on the suspended mobile begin to spin as a melodic lullaby starts to fill your ears. You think about the events of the day. You begin recounting your delinquent actions and how they brought you to this place. Then the lessons of the last few hours come into your mind. Soon, you look forward to vulnerability and trust for Daddy and decide to be open to your therapy. In your final moments of consciousness, you allow yourself to slip into the jizz heated comfort of your soft, snuggly diaper before falling into a deep, post-orgasmic slumber.
[For anyone interested, I'm taking reader ideas for sequels to this story. See this journal for details: https://www.sofurry.com/view/841385]