Daddy comes across me randomly and tells me a few things about what he does and I express the need that I’ve always wanted to try, that I like coloring and even admit to wearing pull-ups sometimes. I’m intrigued and we talk over drinks. I go back to his house and fall asleep unknowingly drinking a Xanax cocktail. I wake up in a different place. Not the same house it’s morning time and the birds are creeping outside a window toward the ceiling it’s a basement and the door is locked. I’m in a small bed, pink sheets, wrists cuffed to the bedframe. There are a few things in the room. Tv mounted. A chest. There are benches and hooks for the suspension I’m in white panties, topless, my nipple rings still in. I wait forever before daddy comes in the room telling me things about how little girls need rules and discipline and a good daddy for them. How you know all about my history with men and why it never worked. How daddy is going to keep me and condition me and make me what I was born to be.
He comes over to me and feels my pussy hard running his fingers up against my clit and thighs, grabbing my nipple and twisting while I squirmed. He moved his hand to my mouth sticking a few fingers on my tongue then gagging me. I struggled for a breath. He removed my wrist cuffs and pulls me to a spanking bench where he again straps me down tight my legs spread clit against the bench, ass in the air. A few hard spanks to my sweet meat and he moves to my mouth, closing my nose forcing me to open wide while he slides his cock in. He fucks my mouth deeper and deeper my hair as his handle. Gets close to cumming then stops. Daddy goes back to my ass and back hitting it with floggers, belts and canes, making it turn bright red and bruise, making me cry as he strikes the skin over and over again. He slides inside of me then, his hips pressing against my tinder ass, telling me what a tight pussy I have. I’m crying And floating and taking it as he shoots his cum into my pocket, pulls out, gives another slap to my ass and mutters good girl. My body relaxes from the lack of stimulation until I hear something roll up behind me. Hear a machine turn on and feel a cold thick dildo sliding into me in a robotic rhythm. In and out, in and out. He laughs as I struggle the attempts useless against the binds. He takes the panties that were on me and forces them into my mouth, grabbing ductape and wrapping it around the cloth, my head hair, and all. He picks up a gag that looked like a muzzle, securing it right around my ears.
Moan all you want kitten he says, attaching weights to my nipple barbells, the weird pulling them towards the ground, the machine pushing his cum further into my holes, gushing and making noise from the machine starting to work faster, harder. He walks away and slams the door.
In and out in and out.
He leaves me there for hours until my pussy is raw and stretched out and hurting. By myself my ass stinging and red, muscles sore. In and out.
Daddy comes back and turns the machine off pleased with himself and the results of his machine.
His hands slide across my pussy lips but I can barely feel them, my clit is puffed out and pink. I moan my mouth tired from being open my eyes pleading. He plays with my pussy his hand stroking his own cock in pleasure. He cums again making sure for it to go inside and around my pussy. I’m tired now and he leads me to the bed where he lays me down. I don’t fight him. He cuffs my arms above my head, and a waist strap, pushing my legs apart roughly. He slides a butt plug in and out of the opening making it wet from my own pussy juices. He pushes it slow into my ass, making sure it goes in far enough to stay, he smiles, grabbing baby powder and sprinkling it all over my butt. Rubbing it into the sore skin. Sliding a diaper under my butt, fastening it, and then adding another on top of it. Extra padding for a sore bum he tells me and I squirm to get out of them. He gives me a kiss on the forehead not bothering to remove my gag. He covers me with a blanket and turns off the light. A pink princess night light glowing in the corner. He tells me he will see me in the morning and that tomorrow will start my new life and training as his.
It was a rare day when her master called on her. Even rarer lately. Apparently, this cold Friday was one of the rare ones. No one in her life knew she had a master, not even her husband. She had met him online a few months before, knowing only that she needed something different. Something to challenge her.
As they met on a regular basis for the first little while, she was challenged plenty. She was used, hurt, chewed up and spit out, and still, she wanted more. So whenever he called, she came.
And now he called again. “This will be the last time,” he said. “This is what I’ve been preparing you for.” She protested the idea that it would be the last time. “Too bad. I’m your master, and this is my final set of orders. You’ll do as I say.”
Disappointed, she finally said, “Yes, Sir.”
So she followed his orders. Before leaving, she left a note for her husband, letting him know she had to go away for the weekend on business.
Then she went to the drug store he told her to and picked up the order for Mr. Hand. The clerk looked at her a bit funny but gave her the bag. As ordered, she didn’t peek inside.
She took it to the dive of a hotel he asked her to join him at and went immediately up to his room. She was to join him for the weekend.
Immediately upon entering, he removed all of her clothes and put them in a bag. He told her to open the bag from the drugstore. Inside was a package of adult diapers. She shuddered a little. Thought of old people wearing them, and using them, and being changed.
He noticed and laughed. “Put one on,” he ordered. It took her a while to figure out the tape and how to get it to stay on securely. She saw herself in the mirror and was disgusted at how it ruined the shape of her body. A big plastic white bulge where her hips should be.
She kept her eyes down, never looking him in the face, as was their custom. He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the tiny dingy little hotel bathroom.
“Drink from the toilet,” he growled. She hesitated. He grabbed her hair and stuffed her head into the toilet. After a moment of gasping, he pulled it back out. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
So she drank from the toilet like a dog. He pulled out a camera and took pictures of her doing it. She tried to protest, but he shoved her head back into the toilet.
She whimpered, embarrassed beyond belief. Nothing he’d made her do so far had been anything like this. After a while, he gently wiped the toilet water off her face.
Someone knocked on the hotel room door. He gave her a wad of cash and told her to answer the door, as she was. Mortified, she did so. It was a pizza delivery man. He, clearly even more shocked than she was, hesitated. She handed him the cash, more than enough for the pizzas he was delivering, took the pizzas, and slammed the door in his face.
“That wasn’t very nice,” her master said with a grin. Next time you’ll have to be more courteous. She almost panicked, thinking next time?
He brought her back to the bathroom and used zip-ties around her wrists, tying her arms together behind her back. He then took a piece of rope and tied the zip-tie to the u-pipe behind the toilet.
He put one of the pizzas on the ground in front of her. She was starving hungry, but without her hands, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to eat.
“I’m leaving. I’ll be back in about an hour. Enjoy your pizza.”
After he left, with her clothes, she sat there wondering what to do. Eventually, hunger got the best of her and she started eating the pizza right off the floor. It was greasy pizza but had thankfully cooled off a bit since it arrived. After a while, she was thirsty but refused to drink from the toilet.
Eventually, her stomach was starting to growl. The greasy food had run straight through her, and now wanted out. She held it in as best she could, hoping her master would come back soon and let her use the toilet.
He did come back, eventually. He smelled like vodka, and the bag with her clothes in it wasn’t on him when he returned. She begged and pleaded to use the toilet, but all he said was “No.”
He went into the other room and started watching TV. She could hear him eating the other pizza that had been ordered. She curled up into a ball and whimpered, unable to think of anything but her need to use the toilet.
About an hour later, cramping up beyond belief, her body let go on its own. The diaper filled up with shit. She moaned as she felt the mess building; it was a huge relief. A few seconds later the smell hit and she got nauseous.
Her master came in the room, grinning. She lay on the floor, disgusted with herself. “Well, now we’re getting somewhere.”
He cut the zip tie and retied the rope around one of her wrists. He also took a picture of her, looking messy from eating pizza like a pig and with a full diaper.
“From now until 8PM on Saturday, you’re not allowed to use the toilet. You will drink only from the toilet, and you will eat everything I put in front of you. You may not leave the bathroom unless I say so, and you may not change your diaper. If you violate any of these rules, there will be punishment and you will be tied back up. Do you understand?”
He gave her a pillow from the bed and a blanket put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door of the hotel room and closed her bathroom door. Outside, she could once again hear her master eating and watching television.
Exhausted and humiliated, she fell asleep eventually.
She was woken up suddenly, however, a few hours later. Her master was shaking her. She woke up groggily and looked up at him, taking a rare glance at his eyes. He was enjoying this, she could tell.
“One more thing. For the weekend, whenever I need it, you will be my urinal. I expect you to drink every drop that I piss into your mouth, and to lick up anything that spills onto the floor. If you fail in this, it will get worse.”
He pulled her up onto her knees, and she opened her mouth, still too groggy to argue. The position was familiar enough from previous sessions, even if the act was not. How bad can it be, she thought naively.
And then the stream went in her mouth. And it made her gag. She tried her best to swallow it all, but there seemed to be an endless amount of it. She drank and a lot of spilled. When he was done, he had a massive hardon.
“Lick it up from the floor, cunt. I want this floor spotless.” As she licked it up, still retching a bit, he stood over her, jerking off. As he came, he yanked her up by her hair and came in it. He rubbed the cum into her hair like it was shampoo and then went to wash his hands.
“Not bad, for the first time. Your training is going well. Go back to sleep now.”
Hi, my name is Jason. My story starts when my mom got remarried and I had a new step-brother, Josh, who is four years older than me. Neither of us was too thrilled about our new family life—we had both been only children before our parents’ divorce, so the new marriage was difficult for both of us. Neither of us knew what it was like to have a brother. To top it off, we had to share a room and a full-size bed, which caused constant arguments: whose turn it was to turn off the light, who was hogging the covers, who was too far on the other’s side, etc. I was just a skinny little blond-haired, blue-eyed guy. Josh was considerably taller, darker, and very athletic. Even back then, way before I knew I was into guys, I liked looking at his naked, muscular body. Those big pecs, biceps, and thighs, and his dick, which seemed so huge to me, especially compared to mine.
I would often sneak a peek at whatever I could when Josh would undress at night for bed. Josh would go to sleep in just his boxers, while I slept in my PJ’s still. I liked it when he brushed up against me at night, feeling his warm soft skin against me, hearing his slow breathing as he slept. He sometimes even spooned up against me while we were asleep; his crotch nestled against my butt, chest against the back, and his arm encircling me. Those were the times when I felt totally secure—like nothing could ever hurt me.
Josh was half Venezuelan, which gave his skin a nice permanent tan, and his wavy hair and deep brown eyes would have made my heart go pitter-patter if he hadn’t been such a prick to me all the time. He was constantly fighting with me, when he acknowledged me at all. He definitely wasn’t too happy having a little brother. I was much more into school, art, reading, and plays, where Josh was a typical jock and would have rather been playing football or baseball than attending school. We were total opposites. The only time when things seemed “right” was when we were asleep in bed.
Josh would get easily obsessed with things; when he got interested in something he went all the way. Often it would be about a certain singer, and he’d have to have all of their CD’s. Or a new clothing fad—he’d need an entire wardrobe of whatever. The same thing happened when a hypnotist came to school and put on a small show, picking kids from the audience to hypnotize and demonstrate his “powers”. He’d make them act like chickens, bark like dogs, and give them post-hypnotic suggestions like they’d forget their name, or the number 7, until he said a special phrase, and it would all come back to them. And then it would work just as he said. Or, he would tell them they would jump up and shout “hallelujah!” every time he said the phrase “it’s OK”, even a half-hour after the show, when they were back in the audience—a “post-hypnotic suggestion”. I didn’t get to see it, but Josh told me all about it, and it became his new obsession—he had to learn how to do that too. He got a bunch of books from the library, a place he normally stayed away from as if it had the plague. He even bought some more up-to-date books at the bookstore. Another first.
He read and studied for weeks, and than it came time to try it out. And I was going to be his first subject. Whenever he wanted something from me, Josh knew how to get it. He would sweet talk me, tell me how we were “brothers” and that “real” brothers would do anything for each other. Funny how it never seemed to work the other way around if I wanted him to do something… He told me it probably wouldn’t work anyway, and he was just fooling around. I made him promise he wouldn’t change me into a chicken or dog, or otherwise make me do anything stupid, and he agreed.
It was one afternoon when our parents were still at work that we first tried it. I lay down on the sofa and Josh sat next to me in a chair. He told me over and over that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and that I was getting very sleepy. Before long, he was right. It had been a long exhausting day, and I thought, I might as well just close my eyes, what could it hurt? That was the last thing I remember about the session. It wasn’t until just recently—several years later—that Josh told me the whole story, and this it how it goes.
Josh was totally surprised to see that I had actually gone under. He asked me questions and I answered them, just like the hypnotist he had seen. He told me I wouldn’t be able to lie, and asked me things like whether I liked having him as a brother, why I sometimes stared at him when he was toweling off from the shower, if I ever jacked off, etc. And each time I answered truthfully (I didn’t like having a brother—I liked it better the way things were before, but if he was nicer to me, I might get to like him better; I stared at him because I liked to see his body and wished I looked like that, and what was jacking off?). Josh knew I had to be under, cuz I would’ve never answered those questions truthfully if I hadn’t. He did some other stuff to test me, like pricking my arm with a pin after he said my arm would be numb and making me eat an onion, telling me it was an apple. I felt no pain, and the apple was the best I’d ever tasted.
Then Josh had an idea. He wanted to give me a post-hypnotic suggestion that would embarrass me, despite his promise. He felt like I deserved it—I was just a little prick to him—an annoyance he’d rather live without. I was always getting him into trouble, always tattling on him. This way, he could get revenge without my even knowing about it.
He told me this: “Each night an hour before you go to bed, you will be enormously thirsty, and drink at least three glasses of water. In addition, whenever you are in our own bed, and I touch your shoulder and say “It’s OK, baby brother” you will pee your pants, and you will not wake up, and it will feel very good. When you wake up, you will not remember a thing. Do you understand?”
I nodded yes, and he woke me up soon after. He told me it hadn’t really worked too well. And I agreed—it seemed like I had just shut my eyes for a few seconds and then he was telling me to open them.
That night, an hour before bedtime, I suddenly became incredibly thirsty. It was as if someone had poured saltine crackers down my throat. I couldn’t quench my thirst until I had drunk three full glasses of water. My mom asked what I was doing, and I just told her I was really thirsty. Josh just kept staring at me, and it made me mad—I thought he was trying to make fun of me, and told him to knock it off. We got into a big argument, and my mom sent us off to bed soon thereafter.
At about 3 in the morning, Josh reached over and touched my shoulder, and whispered “It’s OK, baby brother” into my ear. I was sound asleep and didn’t really hear or feel anything. But immediately, all that water came bursting forth till my side of the bed was completely soaked. I felt a nice feeling of warmth all over me and continued sleeping. A few minutes later, Josh woke me up, shaking my entire body.
“Jase, wake up!! What the fuck are you doing??!”
Surprised, I quickly woke up. “Wha..what’s going on?” I still felt the warmth underneath me but nothing registered at that point.
“You pissed the bed, you little baby!” he shouted in a whisper. “I don’t fucking believe this!”
“What? No I didn’t. I couldn’t have. I haven’t done that since I was a little kid.”
“Well, how else do you explain that your pajamas and sheets are totally soaked?? Shit, it’s even leaking over to my side. You are gonna be in big trouble when mom finds out!”
When I realized that I had actually done this—I had wet the bed!—I was horrified. Here I was, Mr. Perfect, the one who could never do any wrong in my mom’s eyes, and I had just wet the bed as if I were a little baby. I started to cry. I didn’t know what to do. What would my mom say? What would my step-dad say?
“Please Josh, please don’t tell them! I’ll do anything—just please don’t tell them. I’ll do anything you ask.” I sobbed and could barely get the words out as tears streamed down my face.
“Hey, there there little guy, it’s OK. I’m sorry I yelled. I was just really surprised. Stop crying.” It was as if a huge change had suddenly come over him—mean one minute, nice the next.
He grabbed me and hugged me close to him, wet PJs and all, and he didn’t let me go till I calmed down. He was completely soaked by now as well, and I was surprised that he was being so nice to me. But it felt so good, having him hug me so tight against his muscular body, telling me that it would be OK. I stopped crying. (As I would find out later, something did genuinely click inside him at that moment, when he realized how upset I was—he just wanted to make it better.
“What can we do?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it little brother, I’ll take care of it. Get up—let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” Josh helped me undress, pulling off my bottoms and underpants, both thoroughly soaked, while I took off my top. I was naked and embarrassed. Josh pulled down his boxers too, to my surprise. “These are gonna have to go too”, he said as he pulled them off. He paused for a moment and looked over my naked body, and I stared back at him. A second later, he took the clothes in a heap and put them in the bathroom we shared, hanging them on the door to dry. He did the same with the sheets, and put a towel down where the huge wet spot was on the mattress. He hung the sheets over the bathtub and we hoped they would all dry by morning, so no one would be the wiser.
“Let’s get back to bed, little guy, and pretend this never happened, OK?” I mustered out a faint “OK” as well. We went back to bed, still naked, not bothering to get clean clothes—Josh said if mom saw extra clothes in the hamper the next morning she might wonder. I lay on the towel, which was damp now from all the urine that had soaked the mattress. And I started to cry again.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry Josh. I don’t know how this could have happened.” I sobbed slowly.
“Hey, little brother. It’s OK, it’s all gonna be OK.” He pulled me over to him, and I half straddled his naked body, my head buried in his chest, his one arm around my body, the other holding my head against him. “I won’t tell anyone—I promise. I’m your big brother after all, and brothers watch out for each other, right? Right?”
I mustered a half-hearted “I guess so”, surprised and confused at the events that had happened. “I promise it’ll never happen again”. I fell asleep in Josh’s arms like that. It was one of the most peaceful nights of sleep I have ever had.
The next day, we woke up before the alarm, and Josh grabbed the now dry sheets and bedclothes. Josh threw the sheets in the hamper and got new ones. He never told anyone what had happened. Neither of us spoke about it. I was glad it was all over.
The next night, I again had the sudden urge to drink several cups of water. I wasn’t satisfied till all three were down. We went to bed, and everything was back to normal.
At about 3 in the morning, Josh reached over again and touched my shoulder, and whispered “It’s OK, baby brother”. And once again urine rushed out of me, a strong stream that seemed like it would never stop. I remained sound asleep but woke once again when Josh started shaking me.
“Jase! Wake up! You did it again!”
“Huh, wha-, what’s going on??”
“You peed your pants again little brother. You can’t keep doing this! It’s bad enough you’re pissing up your clothes and your side of the bed, but you’re getting mine too!”
He seemed pretty upset, and I burst into tears again. I couldn’t understand how this could happen two nights in a row? I thought it was just a strange occurrence the night before that would never happen again. I was horrified that it had happened two nights in a row. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry Josh. I don’t know what’s going on. What’s wrong with me??”
“Shh. You’ll wake up mom and dad. Look, it’s OK. But ya gotta stop this. You can’t keep pissing the bed every night. I can’t keep hiding this. Maybe we should tell mom and dad, and they can take you to a shrink or something?”
“OK, OK, calm down. But I don’t know what else to do. You can’t keep peeing your pants every night. You can’t…” He trailed off as if he had suddenly thought of something. “OK, I’ll tell you what. Tomorrow afternoon, we’ll stop by the drugstore and get you some diapers or something. OK?”
“Diapers?! I’m not a little baby! I’m not going to wear diapers! No way!!”
“Well, if you have a better idea, let me know”, he said sarcastically. “I’m tired of waking up in a wet bed, with wet boxers. If you don’t care about yourself, at least think about me. I certainly don’t have anything to do with this”, he lied.
“But, but I can’t wear diapers. Those are for babies. I’m not a baby!!”
“Well, you’re sure acting like one. Do you know anyone else your age who still wets their bed?? I mean, come on. If you’re gonna keep pissing your pants every night, you can at least be responsible and wear something to keep us both from getting soaked. And besides, we can get you some pull-ups or something. I’ll bet they’d fit your scrawny little frame” he said as he tousled my hair with his hand, not in a mean way, but almost in a kind “it’s gonna be OK” way. “They’re almost like regular underpants. You’ll barely even know the difference.”
“Well, I guess we can try. I’m sure it won’t happen again though. I’m sure of it.”
“Well, I don’t want to take any chances. We’ll try them out for a few days, and if it stops happening, then you can go back to regular underpants and your silly little pajamas”, he smiled, stroking the soaked pajama top as he started pulling it up over my head. We did the same routine as the night before. And again, he consoled me all night long, my head using his muscular teenage chest as a pillow. It was better than any other pillow I had ever slept on before.
The next day, we stopped at the local drugstore on the way back from school. We looked at the aisle with baby and toddler stuff and Josh picked out a pack of pull-ups called “Good-Nites”, size L-XL which would easily fit me. They even had drawings of BMX bikes and stuff on them, and Josh thought they looked “cool”. “See, you can barely even tell they are diapers. They look almost like your regular underpants.” I nodded with a sad look on my face. I didn’t know what else to do. Josh was right—I couldn’t keep wetting the bed every night. But I couldn’t tell mom. This seemed to be the only answer for now, at least. Josh paid for them and said I’d pay him back someday.
That night, Josh pulled out a Good-Nites brief and told me to put it on before we went to bed. I pulled them up and they fit perfectly. They weren’t just like regular underpants though—they were a lot bulkier, and they felt funny. I went to put my pajamas on, but Josh stopped me. “No little buddy, just wear those tonight. If they don’t work, at least your pajamas will stay dry.”
Now I really did feel like a big baby—going to bed in just my diaper.
And again, the same routine happened as in the previous two nights. Josh said the magic words with his hand on my shoulder, and out came all the water I had drunk hours before. I remained asleep. “Jase” Josh whispered, just barely audible. I didn’t stir at all. Josh placed his hand on the growing bulge in my crotch. It felt warm and nice. He felt up and down from the front of my crotch to my butt. He noticed that his own crotch was now bulging too—his dick got harder and harder as I fully emptied my bladder into my diapers. Barely a drop leaked out of my pull-ups. I felt the warmth and felt good inside. I didn’t wake up for hours.
As Josh lay there, feeling the warm bulge of my crotch, he started stroking his dick with his other hand. He hadn’t realized how horny the whole thing would make him. It started out as just a way to get back at his pesky little brother but was starting to turn into something totally different. He liked how it felt to have this little guy next to him, someone who needed him and finally started to trust him. He liked being the one to save the day. And he didn’t want it to end. And now he realized how horny it made him feel with his little step-brother lying next to him, half-naked in just a diaper, warm and full. He stroked his dick faster and faster until he exploded in the most intense orgasm of his life. He shot his load all over the diaper, and slowly rubbed it all around till it was gone. He then turned me on my side, facing away from him, and we spooned, his still-hard dick resting against my diaper-covered butt, his arm around me, resting against my urine-filled diaper.
When I awoke several hours later, I realized I had again peed my pants. I was still upset and alarmed. Why was this happening? How could I stop it? What should I do?? I felt Josh’s warm body pressed against me, felt his hand cupping my crotch. And it felt good. I never realized what Josh was really like before. He was being so understanding and protective. I liked that.
The next day, when I woke up, Josh was still lying next to me, holding me in his arms. It felt great. “Hey, little brother. Well, I see that the pull-ups worked at least. Damn, they’re like twice the size as when you put them on! Here, let me take care of them for you—we’ve gotta get rid of these so no one will find out.” He rolled me over onto my back and slowly pulled them off of me, wiping my crotch dry with a towel. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
“I, I guess not. I just wish I could figure out what’s wrong. How can I stop this?”
“Well, I have an idea… We could try stopping it with hypnosis.”
“But you said it didn’t really work on me.”
“Well, maybe if we practice once a week, we can get it to work and help you to stop wetting the bed every night. It’s worth a shot at least. I don’t really know what else to do short of telling mom and dad…”
“No, no—please don’t do that Josh! Please! You can’t let them know. You promised.”
“OK, OK. But we’re gonna have to try something.”
“OK, we’ll try the hypnosis and see if maybe that will work.”
We then began weekly hypnosis sessions. I went under more easily each time. But instead of “curing” me, Josh kept right on giving me the same post-hypnotic suggestions. But he changed it so that I would only get the urge to drink whenever he asked “So how was your day, baby brother?” if it was late at night and we were at home. The very next night, he didn’t ask me this question, and he didn’t tap me on the shoulder and whisper in my ear. I stayed dry all night. I was ecstatic!! When I woke up dry the next morning, I hugged and kissed him like he was my real big brother, and we had always gotten along. The next night, I stayed dry too. It was working! The hypnosis sessions worked! I wouldn’t have to keep wearing the pull-ups anymore.
The next night, Josh asked me “So how was your day, baby brother?” right out of the blue. I thought it was a little strange. And I didn’t like that he called me “baby” brother—it made me feel almost like he was making fun of me for wetting the bed.
“It was OK I guess. How come you’re asking?”
“I just wanted to know how my little brother’s day was—is that such a bad thing??” he smiled. “I don’t ask you often enough how you are—I’m gonna have to make a habit of being more thoughtful. We’re brothers after all, right?”
I felt bad. Here he was, trying to be nicer to me, and I had to question him. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ve just been really freaked out about this whole thing.” And I immediately had an intense thirst that didn’t subside until several glasses of water later.
When we went to bed I said, “Josh, I’m not gonna wear the pull-ups tonight, OK? I think I’m gonna be OK now.”
“Jase, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’d rather be safe than sorry. I want you to wear them again tonight, at least one last time to make sure.”
I started getting mad when he said that—here he was treating me like a kid again all of sudden. “Well I don’t wanta wear them! They’re for little kids, and I’m not a little kid anymore!”
“Well, if you’re so grown up, how come you keep pissing your pants every night?”
Now I was really starting to get angry. “It’s not gonna happen again, OK?”
“Well, I’m the one who has to share the bed, and I’m your big brother, and I say you are going to wear them again tonight, and that’s that. Unless you want to have a little discussion with mom and dad…”
“No”, I pouted.
“Alright then, come over here and let’s get you ready for bed little brother. And don’t be mad! I’m just trying to help, OK?”
“It’s OK little guy. Here, take your clothes off and hop up on the bed, and I’ll get you ready.”
I hopped up on the bed and reached for the pull-up he had. “What’s that?” I asked when I saw a white bottle in his other hand.
“It’s baby powder. Here, let me rub some on you—it’ll prevent getting a rash from the diap—, I mean, pull-up.”
“I can put it on myself!” I said, a little indignant.
“Nope, that’s my job baby brother”, he said as he rolled me over till my naked butt was facing up. He patted baby powder on my butt cheeks and in between, then rolled me over again, pouring powder onto my entire crotch, and rubbing it in. It felt so good as he caressed my dick and balls. My dick got instantly hard and jumped. I was mortified, and my eyes showed it. “It’s OK little brother—no big deal.” He grabbed my whole crotch and gave a light squeeze as he smiled and put me at ease.
That night, I peed my pants once again. This time I woke up as Josh was stoking his dick, his hand cupping the warmth of my urine-soaked crotch.
“What are you doing, Josh?” I whispered.
“Shhhh… Just go back to sleep. I’ll be done in a minute.”
I couldn’t get back to sleep. The whole bed was moving as he stroked his cock faster and faster. When he came, he shot all over my pull-ups and my back. It felt nice and warm as his cum hit my back.
For the next several weeks, I ended up wetting my pull-ups a few nights a week. Josh said we had to keep trying the hypnosis because it seemed to be working a little at least, and I had to agree. I resigned myself to wearing the pull-ups every night now. It was the only way I could be sure I wouldn’t end up in a soaking wet bed. Getting me ready for bed at night and getting me out of the “diaper” in the morning became somewhat of a ritual, and I liked it. Josh seemed to as well. This whole thing had brought us so much closer, and we were both glad for that.
But when it continued for a few months, and even seemed to start getting more frequent again, Josh said we needed to take more drastic steps if I was ever going to learn to stop wetting the bed.
“I’m gonna hafta start punishing you”, he said.
“What?! What do you mean?? It’s not my fault! I shouldn’t be punished for it. I can’t help it!” I practically yelled that first night. Josh had just woken me up after wetting myself for the third night in a row. His boxers were pulled down to his feet and he was poking at the back of my pull-ups, as I lie on my side facing away from him.
“I’m not doing it to be mean. I think it’s the only way you’ll learn. That’s what dad would do whenever I did something I wasn’t supposed to—he would punish me and soon I’d learn to stop doing whatever it was. I think it’s the only way. The hypnosis alone doesn’t seem to be stopping it as much any more.”
“What are you going to do?” I said, half afraid, a quiver in my voice.
“Don’t worry little brother. I’m sorry I have to do this—but there’s no other way, short of telling mom and dad and seeing what they say….”
“No! No way. I, I can beat this, I know I can. Just… Well… What are you going to do?”
“Just relax, OK? This is going to hurt a lot at first, but then it will start to feel better, I promise. I need to be firm, and then gentle. That’s the only way.”
Josh started to rip a small hole in the back of my pull-ups. I had no idea what he planned to do. Was he going to spank me?
He ripped a whole to about the size of quarter. I felt a rush of cool air hit my warm, pee-soaked butt. I turned my head back to look and saw him rubbing some kind of lotion on his dick, which had gotten so hard and so huge I couldn’t believe my eyes. It looked twice the size as it did when he was soft. I then felt him rubbing the lotion on my butt—into the crack, and around my hole. It felt good. But I was scared. I had no idea what he was doing.
“Josh, what are—”
“Shhhh… Don’t talk. This is supposed to be your punishment. Just be quiet and relax and take it like a man, OK? You keep saying you’re not a little boy, so show me that now.” With that, he slowly started easing his hard dick into my ass. Both were well lubed, but it hurt beyond anything I had felt before. I let out a cry of pain. Josh shushed me again, eased out a little, and waited a few seconds before slowly pushing himself further inside me.
“Just relax baby brother. I’m sorry I need to do this, but like I said, we have no choice. It’ll just hurt for a minute, I promise. That’s your punishment. But then, it’ll start to feel better—it’ll feel good for both of us, OK?”
“OK” It still hurt so much, but I just kept taking deep breaths, till he was all the way inside me. Once inside, he stopped and asked if I was OK. I said I was. All of a sudden, it really was OK. The pain had all but disappeared. Josh started kissing the back of my neck, my shoulders and back.
“I’m gonna start fucking you now”, he whispered. He slowly started moving in and out, and each stroke felt like heaven. My dick started getting hard too inside my soaked diaper. Josh reached around my tummy and inside the pull-up, feeling my hard dick. It was half the size of his, but just as hard.
“Good boy”, he whispered in my ear. He started stroking my dick slowly. It was a feeling I will never forget. Every nerve of my body seemed to be on fire. As he moved in and out to the same rhythm of his stroking hand, I suddenly felt a huge wave of passion.
“I love you, Josh” I blurted out. And I did.
“I love you too, baby brother. I love you too”, he whispered back. His body covered my body, his cock sliding in and out of my ass, his hand jerking my cock. In a matter of minutes, I exploded. It was my first orgasm, and it was incredible. I never knew anything could feel like this. I wanted to feel like this every day, all the time. Cum shot out of my dick, further soaking my pull-ups. The release felt incredible. As my ass spasmed in orgasm, Josh started a low, passionate moan.
“I’m gonna cum, babe, I’m gonna cum. Oh yeeeeaaaaahh!” he practically shouted, almost loud enough to wake our folks, as he shot his hot load inside of me. It felt even better knowing that I had helped my big brother to feel this good! I never felt so close to him as I did that night.
When he pulled out, I felt almost empty. I wanted to feel that feeling again. Josh kept me close to him, and kissed me all over again. “I love you little brother” he sighed as we both drifted off into a deep sleep, with Josh holding me tightly against him in his arms.
Over the next few months, I continued to wet my diaper several nights a week, and Josh continued with his “punishments”. He still wouldn’t let me jerk off—he said the only time I could cum was if he was inside me, and he was the one stroking my cock. I liked it so much, I didn’t argue.
Our hypnosis sessions slowly got further and further apart. But it didn’t matter. As I would later find out, I had become “conditioned” to pee my pants several nights a week in anticipation of the “punishment” I would receive from my big brother. I loved Josh with all my heart, and he loved me right back.
He didn’t tell me until several years later what had actually happened. He was so afraid I would be pissed off—but I wasn’t. I couldn’t imagine not being with my big brother forever, and neither could he. He said he felt bad, but I told him not to. I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep our relationship the same as it was.
Josh moved away for four years—that was a really difficult time. He would come back some weekends, and once I got a car, I would visit him for weekends as well. Eventually, we moved in together, and everyone thinks it’s great that the two of us are so “close”, including our parents. I do too 🙂 .
I still wear the same pull-ups. I stayed small enough to be able to wear the largest size. I wear them all the time now, except when I go to the gym. And my favorite time of the day is still when my big brother gets me ready and puts on my diaper at night, and when I wake up in the middle of the night, my pull-ups warm and full, with him inside me. I know we’ll be close forever.