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For me, the botox was helpful in getting over the hump with certain plugs and expanding my capacity.  I'm in a much better place to do aggressive prologned stretching. I actually really really didn't like the loss of function in my prostate and the loss of functional good orgasms!  That loss has been slowly coming back.  It's almost back now... maybe not quite all the way.  That loss is a positive for folks who don't like sexual function, but I missed it while it was gone.  It was quite frustrating.  However it was a very obvious symptom that gave me clear signs of the effect, so it was a good tell.  Overall, the botox was a good thing for me.

absolutely. i lost about half of the capacity and have to pee more often during the day 

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Thanks for the comments! Yeah, chastity definitely has its plusses and minuses. IRL, I definitely prefer no chastity. Thanks for reading! Here's the next chapter! Chapter 9: Frank's Decision Frank's cheeks burned red as he lay there on Gerard's lap, but he knew the man expected a response. "F-fine... I'll do it," muttered Frank, finally. "What will you do, little boy?" asked Gerard. "I want to hear you say it." "...I'll be your subby cucky sucker." mumbled Frank, his face growing even redder. "What's that? I couldn't really hear you. Say it louder" "I'll be your subby cucky sucker!" cried Frank, so they could hear. "Good," said Gerard. "Now clean me off." Frank's eyes went wide as he was brought down between Gerard's knees, face to face with the larger man's dripping cock. Frank couldn't believe he was actually doing this and was hesitant to actually commit to sucking another guy's dick. He opened his mouth and slowly stuck out his tongue, but Gerard wasn't patient enough for Frank's glacial pace and grabbed the back of his head. "Do a good job, and maybe you'll get stickies," he said before tightening his grip on Frank's hair and forcing the pitiful hubby's head down on his cock.. Frank squeezed his eyes shut as Gerard's cock plunged into his throat. He was forced to taste his wife on Gerard as well as a healthy helping of Gerard's spunk. "This is the closest you'll ever get to a pussy again, diaper boy," said Leandra, as Gerard forced him to bob up and down several times before releasing the gasping Frank. "Good, now clean her off." Frank said. Frank whimpered as he licked the semen off of his wife's thighs and up between her legs. "Good. Get in there nice and deep, cuck," said Gerard in a commanding tone. Frank did as he was told, feeling turned on and horny at their complete dominance of him. It was just like the videos he watched. No, better! And he was the star of the show. When the pair were finally satisfied, they announced that Frankie was going into a fresh diaper. Frank had not gotten off during this entire ordeal and he was to the point of begging as they dragged him out the door. "Please... Let me at least cum!" "You call them stickies from now on," said Leandra. "Let me at least have... s... s-s-stickies..." he said, choking back his embarrassment as he forced the demeaning term to leave his lips. "No. Little boys shouldn't spend all their time thinking about Mr. Pee Pee," said Leandra. "We're going to have to lock up your little cucky dick so you can focus on being the best little boy you can be." "But, I-" "You don't really have a choice any more," she said, cutting him off in a clear indication that the discussion was over. Gerard sat Frank in his lap once more as Leandra went to grab a fresh diaper from Frank's room. "Before we take care of those diapers," said Gerard, "we have to discuss your punishments." "Punishments?!" moaned Frank. "What did I do?" "You really don't know, little one? Let's go over the rules one more time, shall we?" said Gerard, bringing up his hand and holding out his fingers. "First, we told you not to take your pacifier out on your own and not to get out of bed. Did you do those two things?" "But I had to go pott-" "Did you do them?" interrupted Gerard. "...yes..." said Frank, in a sulky voice. "But I-" "Second, I told you no raising your voice and no temper tantrums. Did you do either of those things?" "But you were with my wife!" "I'm not your wife, sweetie, I'm Mommy now," said Leandra, walking back into the room with a thick diaper in her hand. "And I'm Daddy," added Gerard. "Mommy and Daddy were having 'adult time' when you came in without permission. And after you came in, did you raise your voice and have a tantrum? Tell the truth now or you're going to have a very sore bottom." Franked huffed. "Yes, but-" "That's right, little man.But you should say it more politely. That's yes Daddy to you. I want you to say it again and call me Daddy." "I'm not calling you Daddy, Gerard." "You're not going to get your phone back unless you're good, and you're not showing me you want to be very good, little one," said Gerard giving the man sitting in his lap a little hug. Frank thought about this for a second. Having a phone would make getting his independence a lot easier. Still... "I can't call you that, it's weird," he said, staring down at the smiling Pawsome Squad characters on his diaper. "It's no weirder than being a fully grown man who blows his wad rubbing his pampers to baby shows." "But I couldn't-" "Say yes, Daddy, or I will spank you right here and now until you do," said Gerard, the threat evident in his voice. "Yes, Daddy," said Frank in a subdued tone. "Good boy," said Gerard. "You're learning. Third, do you remember the rule about respect?" "...yeah," sighed Frank. "Yeah? That's all? Care to try that again, little man?" said Frank. "Or are you too little to be allowed to talk?" He held up the pacifier and Frank knew that it could easily end up in his mouth again. "You told me to respect you, and your house and property... Daddy." "Very good, little guy," said Gerard, with a smile. "You're such a smart little boy. It looks like you will get to keep your big boy words for now. But let me ask you this. Did you keep your diaper dry today like you promised?" Frank's eyebrows went up in alarm. He remembered the bet he had made with Gerard in an effort to get out of diapers, and he was now regretting it. "I didn't have a choice!" he blurted out. "You're already in enough trouble as it is, little man. Do you want to make it worse by lying about your diapers? All I want is a simple yes or no. Did you keep those diapers clean and dry?" Frank shook his head, intimidated and embarrassed. "That's right," said Gerard, bringing his arm around Frank's chest and giving the front of Frank's diaper a squeeze." "You know what that means, little guy. No more potty for you!" "But that's not fair!" "Have you forgotten what you agreed to this very morning? You said you were sure you could wear your pull-ups and use the potty without leaving a mess. Well, this looks like a pretty big mess to me!" said Gerard, his hand still cupping and squeezing Frank's soggy diapered crotch. "That only happened because nobody let me out of bed," whined Frank, squirming under the larger man's grip. "A big boy could have held it," Leandra chimed in. "And did you hold it?" asked Gerard. "No..." said Frank in a low voice, blushing red. "And what does that make you?" "...a little boy..." "Now we're getting somewhere," said Gerard, pulling Frank in closer and bringing his arms in underneath Frank's to give him another little squeeze. "Now that we've got that sorted, here are the consequences for your behavior: by getting out of bed on your own and coming into Mommy and Daddy's room without permission, you're telling me you're not ready for a big boy bed. Instead, you will be getting a toddler bed with rails, or perhaps a crib to replace the one you've been using. Further, since you took out your pacifier and raised your voice, you'll be getting more paci time today and we are going to make sure you can't take it out. Also, since you were not respectful, but used a curse word and threw a tantrum, you will lose all internet and tv privileges for the week." Frank listened to each consequence with growing dread but gasped in horror at the last one. "That's right, little one, bad behavior has consequences. And you already know the other changes that will take place. Can you tell me why and avoid a spanking? First, you are in diapers full time now. Can you tell me why you need to be in diapers, little one?" "...because I couldn't keep my diapers dry..." said Frank, quietly. "Very good. And why is your little cucky dicky going to be locked up from now on?" "Because... s-so I can focus on being the best little boy I can be?" Frank was practically whispering at this point. "That's right, honey," said Leandra. "I'm so proud of you for admitting that you need these things, and I've got everything on tape in case you ever forget and need a reminder." Frank gasped at the revelation. Not only did they have all his IDs and documents, they had blackmail material as well. "You can't let anyone see that!" he said. "Oh, I already am," Leandra responded. "It's being uploaded to your favorite website as we speak, and you will be watching it tonight for homework after we install "your cucky cage." Frank began to cry as he was laid onto his back and his diaper was opened up. Gerard pressed the paci back in his mouth, this time securing it with straps so it would stay in place, and Frank began to suck on the big rubber bulb and whimper. The funny thing was, it actually made him feel a little better (but only slightly) as his pissy bottom was wiped clean by his mommy. "We're going to leave the cage off for now until we can get all that big boy hair off," said Leandra, looking at Frank's hairy crotch. "But don't go rubbing your little diapers," said Gerard. "We'll know if you make stickies and your balls will get a paddling you'll never forget." Frank's breath caught in his throat. He didn't know if he could stop himself, but he would have to try. Once he was powdered, the thick diaper was brought up between his legs and taped into place. Then, he was carried back to his bedroom and laid down on the bed. Gerard gave him a stern look. "You will stay in your room until dinner and you can think about what you've done. And if one toe gets out of that bed, we will be getting you that crib instead of the toddler bed." Gerard tucked Frank in tight, as was becoming the routine, and kissed him on the forehead before he turned off the light and left with Leandra, leaving the little boy to stew in his own juices for the next several hours.

i would wet my bed almost every night if i wasn't wearing diapers