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Campfire Family - Part Two
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I
woke up just before dawn, as sunlight was just starting to peak out
from the horizon, casting an orange glow into the cabin's windows. I
needed to pee, as I always had to in the morning, so I quietly
tiptoed out of the cabin and went to the outhouse. As I was emptying
my bladder, the door swung open and my Mom grabbed my arm.
"There you are baby, I thought I told you to stay in bed!"
She pulled me roughly, yanking me out of the outhouse, my diaper
still around my knees. She dragged me back into the cabin until I
was standing in front of the bed, looking down at Bill, urine still
dribbling from my penis.
"The baby wandered off outside on his own." Mom informed
him and Bill crossed his arms angrily. "Bad boy!" he
scolded me, and got out of bed, completely naked. "He must need
to use the potty, I'll take him Honey" He said, then led me
back out to the outhouse. He stood me in front of the 'potty' which
was just a hole in the middle of a wood bench in the outhouse.
Reaching down with his hand, he guided my penis toward the center of
the hole and told me to 'make pee pee' I started to get hard under
his touch, but managed to finish peeing. "Shake, shake."
Bill said as he shook the last drops from my shaft, then turned to
more of a stroking motion. I got instantly hard as he masturbated
me, slowly at first, but quickly increasing in pace. "Come on
now boy, let it out." He teased as I started to tense up,
nearing orgasm. Bill bent me over so that my penis was right
above the hole, and the smell of stale urine (and more) was in my
face. I shuddered as he milked the sperm out of me, making sure to
get every drop. He wiped me clean with some toilet paper, then led
me back into the cabin.
Bill laid me on their bed to put a fresh diaper on me, then helped
me get dressed in some shorts and a short-sleeve t-shirt. When I was
dressed, my mom called me over to the dining table.
"Chad, I don't understand why you need to be treated this
way... but I think Bill is right that it needs to be handled within
the family. I don't like the idea of you hooking up with strange men
to get this. I'll play along, but I'm going to let Bill handle most
of your care as I'm just not comfortable with doing it myself
to my grown son." She reached out and patted my hand
sympathetically. "I'm sorry you need to feel abused to feel
loved, but I love you enough to let it be that way for you."
She smiled then, and I knew we'd never have any secrets from each
other again. "Now, why don't you and Bill go down and play in
the lake while I straighten this place up a bit. -
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"Leave that diaper alone!" Bill said, and slapped my hand
away from the tapes as we were wading into the cool water. "You
leave that on." I left the diaper alone and walked further into
the water, feeling the diaper quickly swell up with lake water,
bulging around my crotch. It felt kind of weird, but not bad, so I
ignored it and swam and splashed around in the water with my
'daddy.'
"That's enough, the sun is getting hot and I don't want you to
get burned." Bill announced after a while, so he led me back up
to the cabin. "Stand still" he ordered when we were near
the door, and he removed my soggy, leaking diaper and tossed it in a
garbage can. "Don't want mommy to throw a fit by bringing the
lake into the house, do we?" I shook my head no. Bill dried me
from head to toe with a beach towel, then did the same to himself.
Wrapping the towel around himself, he led me - still naked - into
the cabin.
On the couch I saw that Mom had laid out a pull-up style pant from
my bag, along with a dry pair of pants and shirt. Daddy Bill helped
me put these things on, then went to dress himself. Mom came over
and announced we needed to head to town to buy a few things, so we
all put socks and shoes on and headed out.
We ate lunch at a small diner. I had a burger which mom cut up into
bite size pieces for me, much to my embarrassment as everyone in the
place stared at me when she fed me the first bite before handing me
the fork. "Mommm, not in public!" I whispered with a
little agitation, which only led to more stares when Bill loudly
said "Don't speak to your mother that way, young
man." To the outside world I was not a 'young man' in the way
bill meant it, they saw a twenty-six year old being spoon fed and
scolded like a baby.
After lunch we went to the store to stock up on groceries. Mom
loaded a bag of diapers and a bag of the pull-up pants into the cart
when we were in the pharmacy section. "I don't wear them all
the time!" I told her, but she gave me a hard slap on the seat
of my pants. "You do now boy!" The slap didn't hurt since
I had the padding of a pull-up to protect me, but it made me feel
naughty to get it.
"You're getting a real spanking when we get back to the
cabin." Bill informed me with a stern expression on his face.
"So you better stop misbehaving!"
I followed them around the store silently for the rest of the trip,
never straying away from the cart. -
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When the last of the shopping bags were inside, Bill asked Mom to
"excuse us for a while." then marched me out of the cabin.
He led me up a trail into the woods, taking his belt off as we
walked. "There" he announced, pointing at an old well
sticking up out of the ground.
I walked up to the well - which had been capped with a smooth stone
- lowered my pants and disposable underpant and bent over, ready to
take another whipping.
TO BE CONTINUED
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