Caiden, Diapered (Updated 14th July, 2020 - Chapter 15)

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CW: Sexual content

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Chapter 12.

 

That afternoon, Victor went home with Caiden. They spent most afternoons and evenings together now, at one of their houses, under the pretext of doing homework.

‘Are you sure you don’t need to pee again?’ asked Victor, frowning, as they approached Caiden’s house. Caiden had only wet his diaper once at school that day.

‘I’m sure,’ said Caiden.

‘Then you haven’t been hydrating properly,’ Victor insisted. ‘When we get home, you’re having a glass of water.’

‘Okay,’ said Caiden meekly.

When they got inside, Caiden’s mom was already home. ‘Caiden? That you, honey?’ she called from the kitchen.

‘Yeah.’

‘Good! I stopped by the pharmacy. There’s a bag in your room. I bought some suppositories. Do you need me to—?’

‘No, that’s okay, Mom!’ said Caiden frantically. ‘I can do it myself!’

Victor tried not to laugh. He heard Caiden’s mom’s footsteps coming through the living room.

‘Well, okay. There’s some lubrication in there too. The pharmacist said to—’

‘Jeez, Mom, I can read the instructions!’ Caiden’s face was bright red as his mom appeared in the doorway.

‘Oh, I know, honey, I just—’ She paused, catching sight of Victor. ‘Oh. Hi, Victor.’ She smiled.

‘Hey, Mrs. G,’ said Victor, returning her smile.

‘We’re going to my room,’ Caiden mumbled, staring at his feet.

‘All right. You staying for dinner, Victor?’

‘I’d love to.’

‘Good! I’m making lasagne. Won’t be until around six, though. Sam has a late meeting.’ She kissed her son on the cheek and returned to the kitchen again.

The boys climbed the stairs to go to Caiden’s room. As they entered, Victor’s stomach made a little flip. She’d said she bought Caiden suppositories. Could he convince Caiden to let him help?

The bag from the pharmacy stood on Caiden’s dresser. Victor went over to it and peered inside. There was a small bottle of lube and a packet of rectal suppositories. He wet his lips, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. ‘Caiden?’ he said.

‘Yeah?’

‘I’m gonna help you with these.’

Caiden spun to look at him. ‘Huh?’

‘Your treatment. The suppositories. You’re gonna do it now. Dinner’s not for another two and a half hours, and these things work in about half an hour, I think. Plenty of time.’

He saw Caiden swallow. ‘But . . . How do you mean, help?’

‘Well,’ said Victor, ‘I’m gonna put one in you, and then we’ll put your diaper back on, and when it’s taken effect you’ll make a huge mess.’ He grinned. ‘You haven’t pooped for more than three days. I am not missing that.’

‘B-but . . .’ Caiden’s mouth opened and closed again a few times. ‘I . . . I can do it myself. Tonight.’

‘No way.’ Victor shook his head. ‘I said we’re doing it, so we’re doing it.’

Caiden stared at him a while longer, his cheeks red and his mouth slightly open. He looked adorable. Finally, he nodded.

‘Good boy,’ said Victor. ‘Take off your pants and your diaper while I read the instructions.’ He opened the packet.

He got a towel from the closet and laid it on the bed. ‘Lie on your side, facing away from me,’ he said, and Caiden, as ever, did what he was told. Victor took a suppository from the pack and covered the tip in some lube. ‘Pull your top leg to your chest,’ he instructed. Caiden did, exposing a rosy, puckered butthole. Victor wet his lips. ‘Man,’ he said softly. ‘One day . . .’ He trailed off, shaking his head.

‘One day what?’ asked Caiden.

Victor stepped up, pulling Caiden’s butt cheek aside, exposing him further, and pressed the tip of the suppository to his hole. Caiden gasped. ‘One day,’ Victor repeated, ‘I’m gonna lick that asshole.’

Caiden groaned softly as Victor started pushing the suppository inside. ‘Ugh . . . isn’t that gross?’

‘Not if you’re clean,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll lick it,’ he continued silkily and, just as the suppository slipped inside the sphincter, he added, ‘and then I’ll fuck it.’

‘Ah!’ Caiden breathed heavily. ‘That’s . . .’

‘That’s what’s gonna happen,’ said Victor. ‘But not today.’ He pushed the suppository in about an inch, then pulled his finger out. He wiped it off on a kleenex, then picked up Caiden’s still clean diaper and put it back on him. ‘I’m gonna go wash my hands and get you that glass of water,’ he said. ‘You just lie here for a little while. Let the treatment do its job.’ He kissed Caiden’s forehead before leaving the room.

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It didn’t take all that long for Caiden’s stomach to start making noise. He was still on his bed, lying on his side doing his homework while Victor sat at the desk. He hadn’t let Caiden put his pants back on, so he was in his diaper and a t-shirt, with his chest binder underneath. Now his stomach made a familiar rumble, and he felt that same kind of pain he usually got right before he had diarrhoea. He put a hand to his stomach.

Victor glanced up at him. It had been about twenty-five minutes since he’d inserted the suppository and it seemed to be doing its job. ‘You almost ready?’ asked Victor.

Caiden nodded. ‘I think so.’ He blushed. ‘I have to pee too.’

‘Well, do that now,’ said Victor.

Caiden closed his eyes and let go of his bladder, filling the diaper with urine. He let out a breath. It felt nice.

Victor stood up from the desk and sat down at the edge of the bed. ‘Come here, I wanna try something.’ Caiden scooted up to the edge. Victor spread his legs. ‘Come sit in my lap, with your legs on the outside of mine. So your butt hangs free, kind of.’

Caiden hesitated. That sounded awfully risky and embarrassing. ‘I . . . I don’t want to,’ he said.

‘Well, you’re going to. Now come here.’

Caiden obeyed. He climbed into Victor’s lap, facing away from him, and hooked his knees over Victor’s thighs. He was hanging down a little between Victor’s spread legs, his butt resting against the very edge of the bed. In this position, there was plenty of room for his diaper to fill. He blushed furiously. Why was he doing this? It was so humiliating!

‘There. That’s right.’ Victor put his arms around him and let one of his hands come to rest on the front of Caiden’s diaper, which was warm with pee. ‘Mm . . .’ He rubbed his hand up and down, and Caiden gasped. ‘Feel good?’

In spite of himself, Caiden nodded. ‘Y-yes . . .’

Victor rubbed harder, and Caiden had to bite his lip, his breathing growing erratic.

His stomach rumbled and his eyes shot open. ‘No, wait! Stop!’ Victor did not stop. Caiden hadn’t used the safeword. He had yet to use it at all. Victor’s hand felt good and Caiden’s thighs began to tremble. Another stomach rumble followed and Caiden farted. ‘Victor, I’m gonna—’ He gasped. ‘No! Nggh!’

Two things happened at once. Caiden came, his whole body tightening, and he started to mess. It was loud. ‘Oh god!’ he whimpered.

Victor stopped rubbing his front and instead moved his hand down to touch the unmistakable bulge that was forming in Caiden’s diaper as it began to fill. ‘Fuck,’ Victor whispered. ‘So hot!’

Caiden felt something hard poking into his lower back and realised it was Victor’s erection. He uttered a soft moan.

‘Come on, baby,’ said Victor. ‘I know you’ve got some more in you. This is barely one day’s worth of mess.’

And he was right, there was more. Caiden tightened his fists, shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, grunting as he pushed more out into his diaper. He let up a little, panting hard, but there was still more and he gave another push.

‘That’s it, Caiden,’ said Victor softly into his ear. ‘Good boy. Just get it out. That’s it.’

Finally, it stopped. Caiden’s diaper was heavy and obscenely full.

‘All done?’ asked Victor.

‘I . . . I think so,’ said Caiden.

‘Well, then we’ll wait a little bit, just to be sure.’ Victor kissed the back of his neck. Caiden felt his dick twitch against his lower back. ‘That was so hot. You’re adorable, Caiden.’

‘I . . .’ Caiden swallowed. ‘I can feel your boner.’

Victor laughed. ‘Yeah, I think I’d come in my pants if anyone touched it right now.’

Caiden suddenly felt bold, even in his embarrassing position with his messy diaper. He shifted a little side to side, so his lower back rubbed against Victor’s hard penis. Victor gasped. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Making you come in your pants,’ said Caiden breathlessly.

‘Well, stop it!’

Caiden slowed his movements and looked over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye. ‘If you want me to stop, you can use the safeword.’

Victor did not, and Caiden sped up his movements again. It only took a few seconds before Victor stiffened behind him, holding his breath. He expelled it all at once, his hips bucking slightly, seeking the friction. ‘Fuck . . .’ He stopped moving and cleared his throat. ‘I, uh . . . I’m gonna need to borrow some underwear.’

Caiden laughed, in spite of everything. ‘I’m pretty sure I’m done,’ he said after a minute.

‘Then I’ll change you,’ said Victor. ‘Stand up.’

Caiden didn’t argue. This was the biggest mess he’d ever made, and the idea of Victor seeing it was embarrassing as all hell, but for once, he really wanted Victor to change him. He couldn’t explain why, but this was a moment he’d had with Victor, and he wanted it to end with Victor as well.

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CW: brief mention of child abuse

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Chapter 13.

 

After dinner, just before going home, Victor told Caiden, ‘My parents and sister are going away this weekend. They leave tomorrow and won’t be back until Sunday. You wanna stay over?’

Caiden raised his eyebrows. A whole weekend alone with Victor in his big house? They’d have the run of the place. They could do whatever they wanted. The thought made him blush. As always, Victor looked like he knew what Caiden was thinking. ‘Okay,’ said Caiden at last. ‘I just need to check with Mom.’

‘Good,’ said Victor. He leaned in close and whispered in Caiden’s ear, ‘Bring plenty of diapers. And bring the rest of those suppositories as well.’

Caiden swallowed. ‘But . . . I’m not constipated anymore.’

‘Bring them anyway,’ said Victor, and there was no arguing with his tone, so Caiden nodded. Victor gave him a brief kiss and then left.

Caiden went back downstairs into the kitchen where his mom was doing the dishes. ‘Hey, Mom.’

‘Hey, honey. Did Victor leave?’

‘Yeah. Hey, I was wondering if I could go over to his house again this weekend.’

‘Of course.’ His mom smiled.

‘Think I could stay over?’

‘Sure. I thought that was implied.’

‘Both nights?’

She put the last of the plates in the rack to dry and switched off the faucet, grabbing a towel to dry off her hands with. Then a voice said, ‘What, you don’t wanna see your family?’

Caiden turned around to see Sam—his stepfather and Brendan and Ryker’s dad—standing in the doorway. ‘No, it’s not like that!’ said Caiden hurriedly. ‘I just—’

‘Sam’s just kidding, hon,’ said his mom. ‘You’re a big boy now. Long as it’s not a school night, you can stay over at Victor’s as much as you like. I’d like you home by dinner time on Sunday, though.’

‘Yeah. Of course. Thanks, Mom.’

‘No problem. I’m glad you have a good friend in Victor. You’ve been so timid since you started growing up, but he’s getting you out of your shell.’ She patted Caiden’s cheek affectionately. ‘I’m so grateful for that.’

Caiden smiled at her. ‘He’s good for me. He always was, but lately . . . well, we’ve grown closer, so . . .’

‘Closer, huh?’ said Sam. ‘He know about your . . . problem?’ He wore a look of distaste and Caiden flushed, feeling ashamed.

Sam always had a way of making him feel ashamed, whether it was over his bedwetting, his gender identity, his grades, his eating habits, or whatever else. As a child, when he misbehaved, Caiden had been treated to the occasional spanking. It hadn’t hurt much, but it had been humiliating. That shame was a very different beast from the embarrassment Victor made him feel; Caiden enjoyed that. But this shame . . . it only hurt.

To Caiden’s knowledge, Sam had never spanked his own sons.

‘Sam, leave him alone,’ said Caiden’s mom, frowning. ‘Caiden, I’m so glad you have a real friend. That’s all that matters.’

Caiden knew he had been a difficult child growing up. He’d been outgoing and social, but he had also acted out a lot and had few real friends. A combination of gender dysphoria and, from the age of six when his mom got married, the spankings from Sam, made it so by the time Caiden reached middle school, he’d grown quiet and introvert, avoiding social contact, especially with ‘other’ girls.

He entered high school with no friends at all. By that time, he was too old to be spanked, but he was still timid. He knew Victor a little bit, as they lived so close together, but they had never been friends. Victor had seen how lonely Caiden was and decided to befriend him. Caiden had still been Kayla at the time. Victor was the first person Caiden came out to. He was his first real best friend. And now, his first kiss and his first love. So many firsts.

Caiden wanted Victor to be his first everything.

 

Friday after school, Caiden packed his things and left the house before anyone else was even home, texting his mom that he’d see her Sunday. He packed far more diapers than he thought he could possibly need, and the suppositories as well, just as Victor had instructed. Then he walked the five minutes to Victor’s house.

He felt a little nervous. He wouldn’t be going to the bathroom all weekend, Victor would insist on that. He’d be sleeping in Victor’s bed. They would have the whole house to themselves. He wondered what Victor had planned for them. Because he definitely had something planned. He always did.

Caiden rang the doorbell and a minute later, Victor opened the door. ‘Good timing,’ he said. ‘They just left.’ He pulled Caiden inside the house and kissed him deeply. He reached down the back of Caiden’s jeans and squeezed his diaper. ‘I wanna see as much of these things as I can this weekend,’ he said. ‘Rule number one: you’re not allowed to use the bathroom. Not even if we leave the house. Understood?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Rule number two: as long as we’re alone inside the house, I wanna be able to see your diapers. So take off your pants.’

Wetting his lips, Caiden stepped back and undid his belt, taking off his jeans and his shorts. The diaper he wore was clean and fresh, feeling soft against his skin. Victor took the discarded pants from him and put them in a drawer in the hall closet.

‘You’re only gonna need them if we’re going out anyway,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Rule number three: We go where I say we go, do what I say we do, eat what I say we eat. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Okay?’ Caiden nodded again, and Victor took his hand. ‘Come on, let’s watch some TV. And later, we’re gonna make pizza.’ He grinned.

They spent the afternoon watching TV and making out, before going to the kitchen to make a  pizza from scratch, which they ate while watching an old Star Trek movie. When Caiden needed to pee, he went in his diaper as agreed, telling Victor first. Every time this happened, Victor stopped whatever he was doing and turned his complete, undivided attention on Caiden. It was a wonderful feeling, all that attentiveness and care. Caiden was rewarded with praise and physical affection every time he used his diaper or obeyed an instruction. It made him feel warm, happy, and safe.

Victor changed him before bed. They lay down together, kissing.

‘I’m glad you’re here,’ said Victor. ‘You’ve been so good today. Makes me really hot when you do everything I say.’ He kissed Caiden again, sliding a hand in under Caiden’t t-shirt to caress the skin of his abdomen.

He rolled on top of Caiden, pushing his knee in between his legs, creating friction. It felt nice. Then Victor began to thrust, humping Caiden’s diaper until he came in his shorts. Seeing his face as he orgasmed was amazing, and though Caiden didn’t come himself, just seeing it made him feel good. He wanted to make Victor happy. He’d do almost anything for Victor, he realised. And he knew that Victor would do almost anything for him.

As he fell asleep, Caiden wondered fleetingly if this was love.

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CW: public messing

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Chapter 14.

 

It was about two o’clock in the afternoon the following day when Victor said, ‘Let’s have some fun!’ He grinned. ‘Time for your medicine.’

Caiden frowned. ‘My medicine?’

‘Well,’ said Victor, ‘if I’m not much mistaken, you haven’t had a bowel movement since at least yesterday, before you came here. When did you last poop?’

Caiden considered this. Victor was right. He hadn’t pooped since Thursday. Did that mean he was still constipated? ‘When . . . when you gave me that suppository,’ he said, blushing a little.

Victor smirked. ‘I thought so. Definitely time for a treatment. Come on, let’s go to my room and I’ll give you another one.’

Caiden lay on his side, knee pulled up to his chest, while Victor inserted the suppository. Having Victor’s finger up his butt felt weird, but also very intimate, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have other things in there. Like toys, or even Victor’s penis. Or his tongue. Caiden blushed, letting out a slow breath as he thought it. Victor had said he wanted to lick Caiden’s asshole.

Victor pulled his finger out. ‘There. Let’s get your diaper on.’

When Caiden was diapered again, Victor clapped his hands together and said, ‘All right! Let’s go to the mall!’

Caiden blinked once and stared at him. ‘What?’

‘The mall,’ Victor repeated. ‘We’re going. It’s a nice day, and I could do with a new shirt.’

‘But . . .’ Caiden swallowed. ‘But you just put in a . . .’

‘Yes?’

‘Well, the suppository! It’ll start working in half an hour.’

‘Mall’s only a five-minute-drive,’ said Victor with a shrug. ‘If we’re fast, we may make it back here before then. If not . . .’ He left it hanging.

Caiden knew he could use the safeword. He could say ‘iceberg’ and they would stay home until he’d done his mess. But much as he dreaded leaving the house with the suppository in place, he didn’t want to use the safeword. It felt like a defeat, somehow. And Victor would be disappointed. So he stood up from the bed and followed Victor down the stairs. Victor returned his pants to him, and Caiden got dressed.

The drive to the mall was only about five minutes, like Victor had said. ‘What if we meet someone we know?’ asked Caiden in a small voice as they got out of the car.

‘Then we say hi,’ said Victor brightly.

‘But what if I . . . in front of them . . . in front of people . . .’

Victor only shrugged and walked ahead of him into the large building.

They browsed a few stores, looking for a new shirt for Victor. Caiden felt acutely aware of his body, waiting for the familiar rumbling to start. He felt distracted, only capable of monosyllabic replies when Victor spoke to him. It was in the third store they went into, while Victor browsed a t-shirt rack, that Caiden’s stomach started to make noise. A sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, and Caiden covered his stomach with his hand on instinct.

Victor must have seen it from the corner of his eye, because he stopped what he was doing and turned to Caiden. ‘You okay?’ he asked innocently.

Caiden shook his head, not saying a word.

‘What’s wrong?’ Victor’s voice was light, but his dark eyes glowed with mischief.

Caiden looked around him, wide-eyed with fear. No one was nearby, so he leaned in and whispered, ‘It’s starting to work. Can we please go home now?’

‘No,’ said Victor firmly. ‘I haven’t found a new shirt yet.’ And he wandered off to another rack, further inside the store. Caiden followed him. He grabbed Victor’s sleeve.

‘Please? I . . . I don’t want to—’

‘I said no. You’ll have to wait.’

Caiden gritted his teeth. His stomach made another noise and he felt a tell-tale pressure in his colon. He gasped, fidgeting a little on the spot. Victor pretended not to notice, still browsing. Shaking his head, he went even further in and Caiden had no choice but to follow. They were now facing a wall upon which hung several faux-nerdy t-shirts and hoodies with superhero motifs. Victor studied them. Caiden tried not to whimper where he stood.

‘Why are you holding it?’ Victor asked at last.

Caiden could barely speak with the effort of keeping it in. ‘B-because . . . I, I d-don’t . . .’

‘You’re supposed to mess if you need to. You’re not supposed to hold it in.’

Caiden shook his head violently. ‘I w-won’t do it! N-not in a store.’

Now Victor turned to him, arms crossed over his chest. ‘You know the rules. If you won’t do as I say, I’m gonna have to think of some way to punish you.’

‘P-punish me?’

‘Yes. I’m sure I can think of something,’ said Victor. ‘Listen, if you just get it over with now, we’ll go straight home and I’ll change you. If you keep holding it, we’re staying until I find a new shirt and I’ll punish you when we get home. But either way, we’re not leaving this store until you’ve loaded your diaper for me.’

‘What if someone sees? Or hears?’ Caiden whispered.

Victor looked around them. ‘Well, there’s no one here right now. Your diaper and your pants will muffle the sound.’ He smiled. ‘Come here. Turn your back to the wall, pretend you’re looking at this display.’

Caiden did as he was told, turning his back to the wall. Victor stood next to him, very close, also pretending to browse the display. ‘And now,’ he murmured, ‘be a good boy for me and let it all out.’

And Caiden knew he couldn’t hold it much longer even if he tried, so there, in the middle of a clothing store at the mall, he let go and messed his diaper.

He could hear it himself. The wet, squishy sound of it, the farts as it filled his diaper. And then suddenly, Victor’s hand was on his butt again, feeling his diaper expand inside his jeans. ‘That’s it,’ he murmured. ‘Fill up that diaper for me. So fucking hot.’

Caiden tried hard not to let his face betray anything, in case someone looked in his direction, but it was impossible and he shut his eyes tight. His heart was hammering in his chest and he released an involuntary grunt and bent forward, bending his knees just a little.

‘Good boy,’ Victor coaxed him. ‘That’s it, now. Forget where you are, just mess as normal. No one’s watching but me.’

And with those words in his ears, Caiden allowed himself to grunt and push, until it was all out. Nearly two days’ worth. Not as much as the last time, but the diaper definitely felt full, and with his pants on there was less room. Panting, his face red, Caiden straightened and made a face as he felt it squish.

Victor stared at him, shaking his head in amazement. ‘That was incredible,’ he murmured. ‘I wasn’t sure I’d even manage to make you do that in public.’

Caiden looked around, frantically. The closest person was several displays away and seemed focused on browsing sweatshirts. He let out a slow breath, trying to calm his heart. ‘C-can we go home now?’ he said shakily. ‘Please?’

Victor smiled and gently brushed some hair away from Caiden’s now sweaty forehead. ‘Of course. Let’s get to the car.’

‘What about your shirt?’ asked Caiden as they slowly started to make their way out of the store. He couldn’t walk very quickly with such a full diaper, and Victor knew that.

‘I don’t need a shirt,’ said Victor, looking over his shoulder at Caiden with an impish smile. Of course. He’d only done it for this. To embarrass Caiden by making him mess in public.

‘You’re such a dick sometimes,’ Caiden mumbled.

Victor laughed. ‘I know. But you love it.’

Caiden couldn’t quite help a small smile, in spite of his embarrassment.

They walked in silence. Caiden hoped no one could see the bulge, no one caught on to why he walked so strangely, no one could smell his mess. He could only barely smell it himself—his diapers were odour neutralising and masked it pretty well—but he still worried.

Just before they reached the exit to the parking lot, someone called Victor’s name. Caiden hoped against hope that Victor would pretend he couldn’t hear, but then of course he didn’t.

Victor turned around with a smile and Caiden was forced to follow. They approached a small group consisting of three girls and two boys from school. ‘Hey, guys!’ Victor exchanged fist bumps and half hugs with them. Caiden didn’t know any of them very well, so he just gave a wan smile and a wave.

‘What are you guys up to?’ asked one of the girls. She had a popsicle in her hand, which she took a bite out of.

‘Not much,’ said Victor. ‘We were just browsing. Heading home now.’

‘We’re gonna catch a movie at four,’ said one of the boys. ‘Why don’t you join us? Hang out for a while?’

Caiden felt his heart sink. Surely Victor couldn’t say yes to that?

‘Nah, we gotta get back. We played video games all night. Tired as hell.’ He grinned. ‘Maybe next time?’

‘Sure.’ The girl with the popsicle smiled. ‘See you Monday?’

‘Yeah. Bye, guys.’

‘Bye, Victor. Bye, Caiden!’ The girl gave Caiden a bright smile. ‘We’d love for you to hang out with us some time, okay?’

Caiden smiled a bit more genuinely at that. ‘Sure. Thanks,’ he said. ‘See you later.’

He walked in front of Victor the rest of the way to the car, concerned that Victor’s friends would look at his butt as he walked away and see. When they got to the car, he hesitated. ‘Wait . . . I’ll have to sit in it?’ He swallowed, feeling suddenly a little sick.

‘It’s only for five minutes,’ said Victor kindly. ‘When we get home, you can get straight in the shower.’

The thought of sitting in his own mess, even for five minutes, did not appeal to Caiden in the least. He thought he might have just hit a hard limit. But then, he didn’t really have a choice. It was more than a twenty minute walk back, and they hadn’t brought any spare diapers. ‘What if it leaks?’ he mumbled.

‘It won’t,’ said Victor. ‘But if it does, I’ll take full responsibility. They’re leather seats, it’s easy to clean.’ He smiled. ‘Don’t worry, Caiden. It’ll be okay.’

Caiden sighed. Finally, he nodded and got into the passenger seat. He tried to lean back, perching right at the edge of the seat, but then he couldn’t get his seatbelt on. Taking a deep, calming breath, he sat down. He shuddered. ‘Ew . . .’

Victor laughed. ‘We’ll be home soon.’

Five minutes seemed to take forever. Caiden had never been happier to leave a car. On the way, it had started to smell. Victor would have to take some air freshener to the car later. But for now, they went inside the house.

‘Get undressed here,’ said Victor as he closed the door.

‘Wouldn’t it be better to—?’

‘You heard me,’ said Victor sternly. ‘Take off your pants.’

With trembling hands, Caiden did as he said. Victor gave an appreciative grunt when the diaper was revealed. ‘What a mess you’ve made,’ he said with a satisfied smile. ‘Upstairs with you, to the bathroom.’

Caiden climbed the stairs, grimacing at the feeling of the poop squishing around in his diaper. It was really starting to stink and he held his breath. When he got up to the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt and binder. In horror, he discovered that the hem of his binder had a brown stain on it. The mess must have ridden up his lower back when he sat in the car.

‘Victor!’ he called frantically.

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CW: Sexual content

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Chapter 15.

 

Victor heard Caiden’s frantic voice and hurried to the bathroom. He saw his boyfriend in the middle of the room, holding his chest binder in his hands. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It . . . it leaked. Upward.’ Caiden’s face was beet red, his hands shaking. ‘Look!’ He showed the hem of the binder to Victor.

‘Oh. Wow. Turn around,’ Victor instructed. Caiden did, and Victor saw a smear of brown above the rim of the diaper, on his lower back. ‘Oh, shit. I’m sorry.’ He almost laughed when he realised what he’d said, but kept the laughter in for Caiden’s sake. He looked miserable.

‘W-what do I do?’

‘It’s okay,’ said Victor calmly. ‘Give me the binder. I’ll wash it for you, okay? Take off the diaper, put it in a trash bag, rinse yourself off in the bidet and get straight in the shower. I’ll run you a bath.’

There were tears in Caiden’s eyes. ‘Don’t make me do that again,’ he whispered. ‘Please. I don’t want to sit in it, it’s gross.’

Victor searched his face. ‘Hard limit?’

Caiden nodded. ‘Please don’t make me do it again.’

‘I won’t.’ Victor dropped the binder on the floor and reached for him, pulling him into a hug, and Caiden started to cry against his shoulder. ‘I won’t make you sit in it again.’ He sighed. ‘Why didn’t you say “iceberg”?’

‘Didn’t have much choice,’ Caiden sobbed. ‘We had to get home somehow . . . I . . . I didn’t think about the fact that I’d have to sit in the car when we were back in the store.’

Victor felt his cock stir, in spite of everything, at the memory of that. ‘So, the public messing . . . that was okay? You’d do that again, so long as you didn’t have to sit in it afterward?’

After a few more sobs, Caiden’s breathing slowed and he nodded. ‘Yeah . . . that was . . . you can make me do that again.’

Victor liked the way he’d phrased it. As if it wasn’t something Caiden did, but something Victor did to him. Victor wanted to do everything to him. ‘I can make you do almost anything,’ he said. ‘You know why?’ Caiden shook his head. ‘Because you’re mine. You belong to me. Don’t you, Caiden?’

Caiden swallowed. He stepped back, out of Victor’s embrace, to look up at him with hazel eyes. Then he nodded, and there wasn’t a trace of doubt in his eyes, nor in his voice when he spoke. ‘Yeah. I belong to you.’

‘Good.’ Victor picked up the binder again. ‘You get that shower.’ He went over to the bathtub, plugged it, and turned on the faucet. ‘I’ll be back in a bit.’ Then he left the room.

Victor went down to the ground floor, through the spacious kitchen, and into the laundry room beyond. The binder was hand wash only; it would lose its shape if run through a washing machine, and it would shrink in the dryer. He’d have to do it the old-fashioned way. He got a plastic tub from the cupboard and filled it with lukewarm water, adding a little detergent. He rinsed the poop off in the sink (there really wasn’t all that much), finding himself oddly okay with the task. His youngest cousin had once gotten poop all the way up his back when he’d eaten something he shouldn’t, and Victor had had to rinse off his onesie. This was no different. Then he put it in the tub to soak.

He returned to the upstairs bathroom to find Caiden in the tub. He looked a lot calmer than he had. Victor smiled. ‘How are you feeling?’

Caiden returned the smile. ‘I’m okay. Better now.’

Victor examined the spacious tub. It was large, and Caiden was small, for a boy. ‘I’m gonna get in the tub with you,’ he said. He realised as he said it that, even though he’d seen Caiden naked plenty of times now, Caiden had not seen him completely nude.

Caiden bit his lip. ‘Okay.’ His cheeks were pink. He was adorable.

Victor took off his clothes. His dick was half hard, but he ignored it. ‘Scoot forward,’ he told Caiden and sat down behind him in the tub, pulling Caiden’s back to his chest. He picked a washcloth off a hook above the bathtub, dipped it in the soapy water, and began to wash Caiden’s chest and shoulders with it. ‘You’ve been very good today,’ he murmured softly. ‘Think you can keep being good?’

Caiden nodded. ‘I’ll be good. Just tell me what you want.’

Victor loved hearing that. ‘I . . . I want to have sex with you.’ Caiden stiffened slightly in his embrace. ‘But I’m not gonna make you. This is one decision I want to put entirely in your hands. I’ve . . . I’ve had sex before. But you haven’t. Have you?’ Caiden shook his head, remaining silent. ‘So, it’s up to you. But if you’ll let me . . . I promise I’ll try and make you feel good. And we can stop whenever you want, you just say “iceberg” and I’ll stop straight away.’

‘I want to do it,’ said Caiden quickly. Victor could see the back of his neck redden. ‘I . . . I never wanted to have sex before. I just wasn’t interested. I thought I was asexual or something. But . . . I don’t know what it is. If it’s the T bringing my libido up, or just you, or what, but . . . I want to have sex with you.’ He turned his head, twisting his torso a little so he could look into Victor’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes a little glassy and his mouth slightly open. His red lips glistened. ‘I . . . I want you inside me. In any way you want.’

Victor kissed him, hard. He let his hand trail down Caiden’s back, down the crack of his ass until he found his hole. Water makes for poor lubricant, so he slid his finger forward a bit, to Caiden’s pussy. Slowly, he slipped his finger inside, and Caiden arched his back with a gasp. He pushed his finger in and out until it was coated with the slippery juices, then brought it back to Caiden’s asshole and pressed it inside.

Caiden whimpered, his voice breaking a little. ‘Ah! Ow . . .’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Victor softly. ‘I know it hurts a little now . . . but it’ll feel good afterward. I promise.’ He slipped his other hand around Caiden’s waist, down into his pubes until he found what he was looking for. He’d read up on it, anal sex with people with vaginas. He’d read that anal play combined with clit stimulation could provide the most intense orgasms. He intended to try it out now.

Caiden writhed in his arms. Victor kissed his neck, biting down slightly, and Caiden gasped. He started panting, moaning. As Victor rubbed his clit faster and faster, Caiden’s whole body began to quiver.

Suddenly, he went rigid. ‘Wait!’ His voice was frantic. ‘Stop, stop! Iceberg! I’m gonna poop!’

Victor pulled his finger out immediately and stood up, stepping out of the tub. He laughed out of sheer surprise. ‘Wow, there was more?’

Caiden nodded, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in his arms. ‘I’m sorry!’ he sobbed. ‘Christ, I’m gross!’

‘Oh, Caiden . . .’ Victor knelt at the side of the tub and ran his fingers through Caiden’s hair. ‘You’re not gross. Not at all! It happens. It’s my fault, I thought you’d be all empty. Come on. Get up and shower off. I’ll clean the tub. And later we’ll do this properly. Okay?’

Caiden looked up at him with teary eyes. This really wasn’t his day in terms of embarrassing situations, was it? Victor smiled, shaking his head. How was he this adorable? Embarrassment suited him so well. Finally, he took Victor’s outstretched hand. There wasn’t much, just a small, brown smear in the bottom of the tub. Hardly worth the panic.

‘What’s doing it properly mean?’ Caiden asked as he stepped into the shower.

‘You’ll see,’ said Victor. ‘Tonight. First, I’m gonna make us spaghetti, and then we’ll watch a movie.’ He pulled the plug from the bathtub. ‘Don’t worry. When we try this again, you’ll be clean as a whistle.’

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I'm off on my summer holidays this week. I'll be in a cabin in the woods with no Internet until the 31st, so I won't be able to update as frequently as I have, though I'm sure I'll get the opportunity to post a couple of chapters while I'm away.

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Enjoy your vacation hun we’ll be patient ❤️

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