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I'm still wondering how all this could happen to me. I think it was his irresistible charisma that made me fall for him.

My story begins on my eighteenth birthday. After having a few drinks with some of my friends at my flat I invited them on a bar hop. Everything on my tab. I could afford this, since my parents died in a tragic car accident some time ago, and I had inherited a small fortune. Well, not really a fortune in the grand scheme of things, but some 75.000$ and a house is a small fortune for someone like me.

First, we went to some striptease clubs. Then closing hour hit, but we found one bar still open.

We were too drunk to realize that this particular bar had a gay only party this evening. We also didn't notice that nearly all guests were male, and that some of them were kissing passionately in dark corners. My friends wanted another drink on my tab, and that was OK with me. We sat down and ordered another round from a beautiful, big breasted waitress.

Since we were really, really drunk then, we became louder and louder. It didn't take long until a really huge guy came to our table and told us to quiet down.

Though I didn't give a damn about almost anything then, I didn't want to start a fight. So I invited him to a beer. He sat down at our table, next to me. He told us about his life. He had traveled the world. He had been to Asia, Africa, Australia and Europe. He even claimed having been in Antarctica. I was mesmerized by his stories and hang onto his lips. Until then I hadn't been to any foreign country, not even Canada.

He also spoke a few foreign languages and gave some examples. I simply couldn't break away from him. Along the way I noticed that my friends bade their farewell. They were absolutely wasted and had to hit the bed. But I was so fascinated by him that I slowly got sober again.

"So, since your friends are gone we can get a little closer.", he said suddenly.

"What?", I replied disgusted.

"How comes, you are gay, aren't you?", he asked.

"Definitely not! What makes you think that?", I said agitated.

"Well, for starters, this is a gay party, didn't you know?", he asked and put his hand into my crotch.

"NO! Stop it! I'm not gay!", I shot back.

"OK, I get it! Calm down! But do me the favor and let us have one last beer. I'll pay. Until now we were so good friends. I don't want to spoil that. You seemed to be quite open. Maybe we can be friends anyway. I promise that I won't touch you again.", he said quite disappointed and took his arm from my shoulders.

His obvious disappointment and his charisma made me weak.

"OK, one last beer, but then I have to hit the bed. I have to admit that you're a really fascinating guy, but nothing more!", I said firmly.

Then I ordered the beer from the big breasted waitress. I felt a boner growing in my pants the instant I saw her.

"I understand. No gayness from me any more. I understand that you don't like it. I guess I'll have to live with it. Though I'm kinda surprised that you didn't leave immediately. You seem to have an open heart.", he replied.

When the waitress brought the beer, we clinked glasses on our new friendship. I had no idea how close this friendship would become. I though we were only having a beer together. So I thought... But shortly after I took the first sip I got terribly sick. Everything began to spin around and then I passed out.

The Awakening

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As I woke up again I wished I hadn't. I felt really, really sick. My head throbbed like someone was beating it with a sledge hammer. I didn't dare to open my eyes. That probably would make things even worse. Slowly I remembered. Gosh, that was one hell of an evening. No wonder I had a giant hangover. Such excessive drinking couldn't pan out well.

While the feeling slowly returned to my body I felt that something definitely was not right. This wasn't my bed. But that could be a good thing. I clearly remembered the big breasted waitress. I hoped that this was her bed.

I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. I was restrained. I tried again, this time more vigorously, but I still couldn't overcome the restraints. The headache became worse, though. It seemed that I eventually had to open my eyes.

I did it and looked directly into his face.

"Good morning, my little one!", he greeted me gleefully.

"Wh... What...", I stuttered.

Slowly I remembered that part of the evening. This was the guy I met in the gay bar! But why was he here? Did I sleep with him? No way, I wasn't gay! I desperately tried to remember what happened after the last beer, but there only was a big, black hole. It was as if I had passed out after that. Maybe I had, or I had a huge blackout.

"What happened?", I asked helplessly and tried to move my arms again.

"Why am I restrained? What's the meaning of this?"

"You're simply too good to let go. I couldn't let this opportunity pass.", he said.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Do you remember last night?", he asked.

"Yes, kinda, blearily.", I replied.

"You do remember that I am gay, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then let me explain. I'm not just gay, I also like little boys. Boys where puberty hasn't kicked in yet. Small, helpless boys who are totally dependent on me. Those are my favorites. Some would call me a pedophile."

"That's disgusting! But why are you telling me this?", I asked.

This guy was definitely sick. He needed professional help. I couldn't stand it when someone abused helpless persons like women or children.

"Like I said, I couldn't let an opportunity like you pass.", he answered.

"You said that. What does that mean?"

"Well, It has become more and more dangerous to have fun with real children. The media tend to hype those cases and chances are that I get caught. So I devised an alternate plan, and you're the key to it.", he said.

"I don't understand a word.", I said slightly scared.

This was bad, though I still didn't know what he wanted from me.

"Then let me explain. YOU will be my little boy. You'll be the boy I can abuse every day without the danger of being caught.", he explained.

"But I am not a little boy...", I said perplexed.

I was an grown man, eighteen years old. One could argue whether being eighteen years of age really meant to be a grown up, but that's a completely different thing. By law I was an adult when reaching the age of eighteen. Admittedly I wasn't that tall, only about 5'7", but that didn't make me a little boy.

"Not yet, but soon...", he murmured.

"What the hell does that mean?", I asked.

"Seems you're quite slow today. I am a surgeon. And I'll turn you into my little toy boy. I don't care if you like it or not. You'll be my little boy. Actually it's not that difficult. I'll reduce your height to about 4'11" and your weight to about 110lbs. With such a small figure you'll already look very much like a little boy. It'll only take some admittedly quite sophisticated surgery, but it is doable. But that won't be all. I have some other ideas. And when I'm finished and everything went well you'll be my perfect toy. You'll be even better than a real eleven year old boy. You'll see. One thing is as sure as hell: When you wake up again you'll be forever mine. My eleven year old Eric, who will be totally dependent on me and can't live without me."

"Surgery? Eric? You're insane! You can't do that to me! That's madness! Let me go and I'll forget that this ever happened! Please let me go...", I cried desperately.

"Of course I can. You'll soon see for yourself. And saying that I'm insane isn't nice. I'll hold you accountable for that, Eric.", he replied and then emptied a syringe with a transparent liquid into my arm.

After that everything went black again.

Eric is born

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When I awoke the next time I felt even worse than before. I didn't know where I was and my whole body was in pain. Every single nerve in my body seemed to be on fire. Fortunately it didn't take me long to pass out again. I didn't care what happened to me, I just didn't want to feel this pain any more.

One day I awoke and the pain was gone. I didn't pass out again, but I was totally disoriented. I didn't know where I was or what had happened to me.

"Good morning, Eric!", I heard a voice say.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but who the hell was Eric? I slowly opened my eyes and looked directly into his face.

I promptly remembered. This was the madman! He wanted to turn me into his call boy!

"Don't you want to say Hello?", he asked.

I had to get out of here, away from this mad house! I tried to move my arms, but I was still restrained. Desperately I tried to get free, but it was futile. The restraints held me back relentlessly.

"What did...", I said and then fell silent totally befuddled.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

"What did you...", I tried again, but the result was the same.

Once again I cleared my throat. Then I noticed a slight grin in his face.

"What did you do to me? What did you do to my voice?", I shouted at him.

The voice I heard was completely unlike mine. The pitch was way too high. Just like the breaking of voice hadn't happened! And my mouth felt strange. Something was missing. In panic I felt my jaws with the tongue. I didn't have teeth any more! Not a single one! What had this madman done to me?

"So you won't say hello to me, will you? That's not very nice. Quite impolite, I think. I think I'll have to punish you for that.", he said with a slight grin.

"What have you done to my teeth? Let me go immediately!", I demanded with my still very unfamiliar and high pitched voice.

"Well, little boys like you loose their baby teeth at your age. Obviously the adult teeth grow very slowly in your case. You've lost all your baby teeth but the other ones haven't grown yet.", he explained.

"Baby teeth? You're insane! I'm an adult!", I yelled.

"Very funny. Your voice hasn't broken yet and you think you're an adult? I doubt that an eleven year old is an adult. And I doubt that you'll ever grow up.", he said.

"Breaking of the voice? Eleven years old? What's all this shit? What have you done to me?", I cried and jerked at the restraints.

"Watch your mouth, little one! Or I'll put you over my knee!", he threatened.

"Fuck off! Let me go! NOW! Asshole!", I shouted.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! You won't call me that again!", he shouted back agitated and slapped me in the face four times.

"UNDERSTOOD?"

I was completely taken aback from the slaps. They were quite fierce and painful. My cheeks became hot immediately and I began to cry from the shock.

"What do you want from me? Let me go!", I howled.

"Do you understand, I asked!", he said instead and slapped me again twice.

"Yes!", I cried.

"Yes, Daddy!", he explained and held up his hand threateningly.

"Yes, Daddy!", I cried desperately.

"Good. But don't think that I'm done with you. The proper punishment is still to come. But now let's see how the wounds have healed.", he said to my sheer horror.

"Wounds?", I asked scared.

"Yes. I think I told you that I wanted to turn you into my toy boy. That's exactly what I did, and I have to admit that I did a superb job with your face. Just perfect. There's no cuter eleven year old than you. Do you want to take a look yourself?", he asked.

"My face? What...", I said, but he ignored me and disappeared behind my bed.

When he came back he held a mirror in his hand.

"Ready?"

I honestly didn't know if I was ready, but I nodded anyway. Then he turned the mirror around. I yelped. That couldn't be my face. Never! I barely recognized myself! My nose was smaller, my cheeks bigger, my skin smooth like a baby's bottom and totally hairless. I looked at least ten years younger. Just like a little boy! And the missing incisors greatly amplified this impression.

"What did you do to my face? I look like a ten year old!", I yelled.

"Wonderful, isn't it? It wasn't easy, but from now on you'll look like this forever. I've injected silicon into your cheeks to make them look fuller. I also took the liberty to reduce your nose a little and remove your beard. From now on you don't need to shave any more. Isn't that nice? And I chiseled your chin a little to make your face rounder. Quite impressive how you can change a face with a little surgery.", he explained.

"Forever? What the hell does that mean?", I asked scared.

"It means what it means. Forever. Even in five years you won't look one day older. After I worked on your face I tightened your skin a little and administered a a special ointment. This ointment prevents the skin from changing. I guess you could say that I kind of impregnated you.", he said.

"You can't do that to me! Undo it! NOW! I want my old face back! I'm eighteen years old. I'm not a child any more!", I sniveled.

"Look at you and tell me that this is not the face of an eleven year old. Like everything I did to you this can't be undone. I fear you're stuck with this face for the remainder of your life. I don't care if you get used to it. It's your choice. But you'll look like this forever."

"Please tell me that I'm dreaming! You're mad!", I cried.

"That's another ten blows on your sweet, smooth behind. I hope you'll learn fast, otherwise it'll be quite painful for you. You have to learn a lot, anyway. You'll see. But now let's take a look at your hands.", he explained.

Then he removed the sheet a little until my hands appeared. I could only see the back of my hands, but I knew immediately that he had done something terrible to my hands.

"I'll loose the restraints now. Behave or you won't be able to sit any more today. UNDERSTOOD?", he said threateningly.

"Yes."

And then he slapped me in the face again.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Daddy?", he said.

"Yes, Daddy!", I cried.

Then he loosened the restraints and lifted my hand so I could see it. The hand looked quite strange. I could only see the first segment of my fingers, and the gap between the fingers was gone. There was skin and a barely visible scar where the gap should have been.

I stretched my fingers but the other parts of the fingers didn't appear. I also couldn't see my thumb. I tried to move it, but despite my efforts the thumb didn't appear.

"Good. It healed very nicely.", he murmured.

Then he turned my hand so I could see the inside of it. Now I saw the full extend of his work. He amputated the missing segments of my fingers and my thumb! And he sewed the remainder of the fingers together! Like this my hands were utterly useless! He could have removed them completely, it would have been the same.

"What have you done to my hand? It is totally useless like this, asshole!", I yelled.

He slapped me again.

"You're foul-mouthed again. I won't tolerate that. Understand this: either you stop that or you'll be in a lot of pain soon. And don't be surprised when the other hand looks exactly like this.", he said and showed me the other hand, equally mutilated.

"Why did you do that? How could you do this to me?", I howled.

"I already told you: I want my boys totally helpless and dependent on me. With hands like this you are helpless. You won't be able to do anything on your own. I doubt you'll be able to even open a door with them. Maybe you can hold big things like a baby bottle with both your hands, but that's about it. This way you'll be totally dependent on me.", he said.

In shock I stared at the totally useless stumps at the end of my arms. It took me some time to realize that he was absolutely right! With those hands I wouldn't even be able to hold knife and fork properly, let alone feed myself! When this sank in I began to cry like a little boy.

He tried to comfort me but it didn't work. I couldn't stop crying. When he realized that all his efforts were futile he slapped me in the face again.

"Now stop crying, for god's sake! I'm not finished!", he said harshly.

"Not finished?" I whined.

"The best is yet to come. I also took the freedom to work on your crotch a little.", he said much to my horror.

"Crotch? What have you done to me?", I asked with a trembling voice.

"Though your dick wasn't very big in the first place, it was still too big for a little boy like you. I had to size it down a little.", he explained and removed the sheet even further.

"What does that mean?", I asked scared.

"Take a look for yourself!", he said and pointed to my crotch.

Hesitantly I looked down at myself. Actually I didn't know if I wanted to see what he had done to me down there. But eventually I had to deal with it. Maybe better now than later.

I screeched when when I saw my crotch. My former proud dick was now a 2" small stub and I could barely recognize my balls and sac!

"What have you done!", I cried.

"As I said, your former dick was too big for an eleven year old boy like you. I have removed the spongy body of your penis and replaced it with some fatty tissue. With this procedure I could reduce your prick to 2" in length and a mere 0.75" in diameter. At first I thought your balls were way out of proportion and I thought about implanting them into your abdomen and replace them with rubber balls, but I discarded that thought. With your balls still in the sac I'll have much more fun with you. Isn't it beautiful?, he explained.

"Beautiful? Beautiful? This tiny thing is useless! Even my thumb is bigger than this! And you've circumcised me!", I screeched.

"Now don't make such a fuss from that. Don't tell me that you've really made a woman happy with your former dick. Because it can only be a lie. And I don't want you lying to me. It wasn't that impressive, really. This one fits you much better, believe me.", he sneered and began to play with my little stub.

"Don't touch me there!", I cried.

"I'll touch you where I want when I want to. Just try to understand that you're my little boy now and that there's no turning back. You're totally dependent on me and totally at my mercy. There simply is no way out.", he stated.

"I'm not your little boy. I'm a grown up man! Let me go now!", I demanded sullenly.

"You're telling me that you're a grown up man? Take a look at you! You look like a little boy in your face and in your crotch. You even sound like a little boy. You're utterly dependent on adults, you can't even dress yourself! I don't really care if you accept your fate or not. From now on you are my little Eric. Forever.", he said coldly.

I still couldn't believe it, but I had to admit to myself that he was totally right. I definitely looked like a little boy, and I sure as hell sounded like one. And with my mutilated hands I was even more helpless than a real eleven year old boy. I was totally dependent on him or any other adult. Totally devastated I began to cry like a baby.

"Stop crying or I'll have to punish you.", he said menacingly and held up his hand.

After I calmed down a little he began to play with my prick again. He stimulated my penis with his thumb and his index finger and tickled my now exposed head. Though I wasn't gay and felt disgusted when another man touched my dick, it was somewhat pleasant in a strange way this time. I waited to feel an erection coming, but it didn't come. It didn't matter how gently he teased the underside of my penis or caressed my balls, my dick didn't get hard!

"How does that feel?", he asked.

"Very nice, but why don't I get an erection?", I asked hesitantly.

I knew that I wouldn't like the answer.

"Little boys like you use their pee-pee only for, well, peeing. Since I removed all of the spongy tissue there's nothing left for getting hard. I'm afraid that you'll never have an orgasm again. But on the other hand that's not really a problem since your only purpose is to please me. And I'm sure as hell that you're up to that job.", he explained.

"What the heck does that mean? I can't cum any more?", I asked desperately.

"It means what it means: You'll never again experience an orgasm, you'll never again cum or jerk off, call it what you want. It doesn't matter how horny you are, your tiny little dick will never grow and become hard. And one other thing: since I left your balls intact you'll be quite horny very soon. Maybe, just maybe, and only if you're very lucky, you may get off when I fuck you in the ass. There is a chance that this will stimulate your prostate and you'll get off. But I wouldn't count on that.", he explained.

"Fuck me in the ass? That's never, ever going to happen!", I dared to object.

"Never say never! That's exactly why I worked on your cute little butt.", he said.

"You worked on my butt? What have you done to me?", I asked with a trembling voice.

"I made it a little rounder to make it look even more seductively. But the real piece of art is your nice fuck-hole. You see, it's no secret that you'll loosen up over time the more I fuck you. But I like it tight. I intend to have fun with you for a long time. So I devised a way to prevent your asshole from getting loose.", he explained.

"What... what did you do to me?", I asked really scared now.

"Well, first I stretched it as far as I could without completely destroying it. I didn't want you to feel nothing when I'm inside you. Then I implanted a ring consisting of a special material into your anus. This ring is connected to a little battery that I also implanted into you. With a remote control I can activate it. When I do that, two things are going to happen: Your asshole is being stimulated so that it contracts. Second, the ring itself contracts and makes your nice asshole tighter. The ring itself is flexible so it can widen again, even when it's powered up.", he said.

I didn't understand a thing. I only knew that he was totally insane.

"What does that mean?", I asked.

"It means that your asshole will always be quite tight when I activate the ring. I can control it with this. Can you feel it?", he asked and pressed a button on the remote.

When he pressed the button I noticed how my sphincter contracted. It wasn't painful, but I startled and yelped in shock. I tried to relax my sphincter but I wasn't in control any more. It stayed contracted, no matter how hard I tried to relax.

"Yes!", I squealed.

"I have to say, I'm kinda proud of this solution. There's only one catch: When the ring is not active, your fuck-hole is nearly useless, since I had to stretch it quite a lot for this procedure. Then I could fist you with both my hands and you wouldn't notice a thing. That means that you are incontinent when the the ring isn't active. And unfortunately I can't activate the ring permanently, because that would drain the batteries very fast.

"Incontinent? What the heck does that mean?", I asked scared.

"It means that from now on you're in diapers 24/7"

"Diapers? You've got to be kidding! I don't need diapers", I cried.

This had to be a very bad joke. I was an adult man, for god's sake! I didn't need diapers!

"Believe me, you'll need diapers from now on. Otherwise you'd mess your pants in no time when you have to poop. I doubt that your stretched sphincter can hold it back for more than half a minute. And that isn't much, I guess.

"You're lying! Tell me that it isn't true! I don't need diapers!", I whined desperately.

I seriously doubted that he was lying, because until now everything he said turned out to be true. But the thought that I had to actually use diapers again made me sick. I simply couldn't accept that. That simply couldn't be true.

"I never lie. Maybe we should talk about this again when you have messed your pants in public for the first time. I don't have a problem to try without. It will be a sight for the gods when we walk the pedestrian zone and you wet yourself shortly before you mess your pants. That shouldn't happen to an eleven year old boy. You'd be a great attraction, I think.", he explained.

"Why should I pee myself?", I asked frightened.

"Well, I've thought long about that one. But since you'll have to wear diapers anyway, I decided to disable your bladder also. So you don't need to think about when and where to use your diapers. It will simply happen. You won't be able to control it. And it's a permanent reminder that you're now my little boy. And as a matter of fact little boys like you can't control themselves very good. I have to admit that you're an extreme case, but I can't change that any more, can I?"

"You turned me into an eleven year old boy who needs to wear diapers? You don't really mean that, do you?", I cried.

"I mean every word I said. I already told you that I like it when my little boys are totally dependent on me. And if you can't even control yourself, you're even more dependent on me. I don't have a problem with changing dirty diapers. It's a great way to humiliate you.", he explained.

That couldn't be real! Me in diapers? Never! But on the other hand he was right. Diapers were better than to mess one's pants. Part of me still hoped that he was just kidding, as a means to frighten me. But the other part knew that it was real.

"And now the last change. I've reduced your body height to make your look even more boyish.", he said and removed the sheet completely.

I recognized scars above both knees.

"It wasn't easy, but it worked. I removed parts of your thighs and your lower legs. The results are quite promising. I reduced your height to about 4'11". And the proportions still match. That's just the right height for an eleven year old boy."

I was stunned. Slowly I realized that he wasn't kidding when he said that I would be his toy-boy. This man was insane. Plain and simple. But by now I had learned that it was painful at best to call him names. But I'd get my chance to escape from this madhouse. Right now I had to play his game. I didn't say a word and dazedly stared at my knees instead.

"Oh, and I almost forgot: I administered an unique drug while you were asleep. It atrophies your muscles to assure that you're only as strong as an eleven year old boy. Unfortunately, it has a little side effect: It also prevents your body from rebuilding your muscles. Plain-text: Your muscles won't grow back. Right now you're as strong as an eleven year old boy and it'll stay this way for the rest of your life. So don't even think about hitting me. I'd be quite disappointed, but other than that nothing will happen. You won't hurt me physically, that's for sure. Maybe you're still strong enough to let me feel the blow, but only maybe. You definitely won't be able to do me any harm. Well, I'll be gracious. To resolve all doubt I'll allow you to hit me."

He didn't have to say that twice. Meanwhile I hated him so much for what he'd done to me that I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I tried to make a fist with my right hand but even that didn't work any more. I tried the best I could. Then I hit his stomach with all my strength, but nothing happened! My hand seemed to bounce, and he began to laugh hard.

"Ouch!", he mocked.

In fact he didn't move one inch or even grimaced at least a little. I was as weak as a little boy!

"See, you can't hurt me any more. With this issue out of the way, I can tell you about the other side effect of the drug. It also tricked your body into degrading your bones a little. So now your bone structure also is that of an eleven year old boy. Additionally I put you onto a quite extreme diet during your sleep. The bottom line is that you now look like a real little boy. Your bones won't grow back like your muscles won't. And you won't be able to gain any more. This drug was designed to help adipose people to reduce their weight, but the side effects were to severe. So they abandoned it. But for my purposes it was perfect. Really nice what modern medicine can accomplish.

I had to hold myself back not to call him names, but I managed.

"Now, do you want to take a look at your new self?", he asked.

I hesitated, but there was no reason to delay the inevitable. So I nodded.

"OK, then you may get up, but be careful.", he said.

I moved my legs over the edge of the bed and got up. My knees were a little shaky but I managed to stand.

"Follow me.", he ordered and grabbed my hand.

He led me to a big mirror. For the first time I could see me in full. I didn't believe my eyes. That couldn't be me looking back from the mirror! I really looked like a little boy! It wasn't just my face that looked boyish, my whole body was that of a little boy! He had turned me into his toy boy for real! He really did it! I couldn't believe it, but the mirror didn't lie. I cried again.

"See, your totally my little boy now. Just perfect for my needs. I'm sure we'll have much fun together.", he cheered.

"Meaning YOU will have fun with ME. You ruined my life!", I howled.

"Now stop crying. I can't stand it any longer. I think I seriously have to sort that out. NOW! A thorough spanking will do it. I won't tolerate your whining any more!", he said agitated.

Learning by pain

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Without effort he picked me up. It seemed my weight was down to nothing. I'd guess that I only was about 88 lbs now. He carried me to a chair, sat down and put me over his knee.

"Stop it! Let me go!", I cried but he ignored me.

I tried to resist with all strength I had left but it was futile. I was way too weak and he easily fended off my attempts to get free.

I felt his hand hitting my butt. I heard a sound and immediately felt a stinging pain on my butt.

This couldn't be real! He was spanking me and I couldn't do anything about it! What else did I have to endure in this madhouse?

"Stop it! Please stop it! You can't do that to me!", I cried desperately.

"Don't you see that I can? I'll teach you manners, for sure.", he grunted.

I took the second and third hit, but when he hit me the fourth time I began to cry. When he reached twenty he had enough. I was crying like a baby then.

"That was the first part. Now let's get to the second.", he said much to my horror.

Then he hit the other cheek with all his strength. I had to endure twenty more blows there. When he was finished with me I was a sobbing wreck. Tears streamed down my face in torrents.

"You know, your butt has a nice dark red color now. It's a shame I have to put it into nice tender diapers. But then, it shouldn't take long to get hot in there. And when you pee yourself for the first time, I hope it'll start to burn quite nicely. I think you'll enjoy this feeling for some time. You do have learned your lesson not to contradict me, don't you?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy!", I sobbed.

"Good. Then let's dress you appropriately. I've decorated your nursery while you were asleep. I hope you like it. I tried really hard.", he said.

"Definitely, Daddy!", I sobbed.

"Good, then open the door!", he ordered.

The door had a big knob to turn. Since I was used to it I grabbed the knob with my right hand and tried to turn it. But that didn't work. I couldn't even grasp the knob with my mutilated hand. The knob slipped out of my hand every time. Without a thumb and with these short fingers I wasn't able to get a proper hold of the knob. I took my other hand to help, but even that didn't help. The knob still eluded me. Also it seemed to be quite rough-running.

"Daddy, it's stuck!", I cried.

"Let me see, darling. I really doubt so.", he said, grabbed the knob and opened the door.

"You see? The door isn't stuck. It seems you're too weak to turn the knob with your tiny hands. The problem is that you can't really get a hold of it. Now, can you see how dependent you are on me? You can't even open a door for yourself! I'm afraid that all doors in here have such knobs.", he explained.

I really had to control myself not to cry again. This simply couldn't be true! It seemed that right now he could confine me by just closing an ordinary door with a knob! It couldn't be that an unlocked door with a knob was an insurmountable obstacle for me! Again I felt tears welling up, but I managed to suppress this feeling of utter helplessness and desperation.

"Turn left! The nursery is that way.", he ordered and hit me on my still quite sore bottom.

"Ouch!", I cried.

We went through an endless, wide hallway until he stopped at a door with a light blue sign saying 'Eric's nursery' on it.

"Do you want to give the door another try?", he asked with a big grin in his face.

This door also had a big round knob also. The door opened to the inside and had a heavy door closer at the top. I still couldn't believe that I wasn't able to open a simple door any more, so I tried again.

"Yes, Daddy.", I replied.

Once again I tried to turn the knob with both my hands, and once again I couldn't grasp it properly. It slid out of my hands every time. After a while I gave up frustrated.

"It doesn't work!", I whined.

"Let me help.", he said and then opened the door easily.

"This is your new room.", he said and showed me in.

I went into the room and looked around. He had to be kidding me! Everything in that room was in some shade of light blue. The wallpaper was light blue and decorated with little teddy bears. The carpet was slightly darker and also decorated with those teddy bears. The ceiling had the same color as the carpet. On the left side of the room was a large play area with lots of toys. There was a large wooden rocking horse, a box with large LEGO bricks and some wooden bricks. He also provided me with some storybooks printed on thick cardboard.

Right opposite to the door was a large window. And even the window had a knob like the doors. Also, my new room was obviously located in one of the upper floors of the house. I wouldn't be able to escape from this madhouse through the window.

On the right side of the room, directly alongside the window, was a large crib surrounded with bars. The bed also was light blue.

Right beside the bed was a large closet. And lastly, there was the changing table with a diaper pail beneath it. Above the changing table were shelves with cremes, lotions, paper cloths, rubber pants with playful imprints and lots of diapers on it.

When I saw the diapers I painfully remembered that I was supposed to use them.

"To the left is your playground. So you won't get bored too fast when you're on your own. I have to earn some money occasionally.", he explained.

"You want me to play with bricks?", I asked trying not to sound reproachful. I didn't want to risk another spanking.

"Of course. I know that eleven year old boys would rather play with computers, but I had to compromise here and there. To be honest, I doubt that you'll be able to operate a computer with those hands. And you won't be able to play with anything more filigree than these bricks. I had to find something you can grasp and play with. And in the end there were only those bricks left.", he explained.

He was right. I wouldn't be able to hold or grasp anything smaller than these bricks. And to type on a computer keyboard would be outright impossible.

"Yes, Daddy.", I said obediently.

"You'll sleep in my bed most of the time, so I can cuddle with you. Then you can also give me a blow job when I wake up. But just in case I don't want you in my bed you have your own.", he said.

I cringed when he mentioned that he intended to share his bed with me, let alone cuddle with me. I wasn't gay. The mere thought of touching another man intimately made me sick. I was a perfectly normal heterosexual man, for gods sake! And this madman didn't only want to cuddle with me. He already said that he wanted to fuck me. God knows what other things he had in mind. But I managed to suppress this disgusting thought for the moment. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

"Now it's time to dress.", he said and picked me up.

Then he put me onto the changing table, and he wasn't very careful. I felt a quite intense stinging pain on my still very sore bottom and yelped. When the pain slowly faded I relished the coldness of the rubber sheet.

"Lay down.", he ordered and took a diaper from the shelf.

I laid down on my back and stared at him in disbelief. I still hoped that he was joking about diapering me.

"Angle your legs and lift your cute ass. You do still know how this works, don't you?", he teased.

I lifted my butt and he put the diaper underneath my behind.

"And down again."

I put my butt down again and he secured the diaper around my crotch.

"Now, that wasn't that bad, was it?", he consoled me.

Then he put me onto my feet again. Being diapered wasn't that bad at all, there he was right. The problem was that he made me wear a diaper in the first place and that he expected me to actually use it! And there was this treacherous crackling noise I heard with every move I made. Also the diaper was quite enormous. I could hardly bring my knees together any more.

Then he took a pair of plastic pants from the shelf and held them down in front of me so I could step into them.

"Feet in here!", he ordered.

I stepped into the plastic pants and he pulled them over my diaper. They were wide enough to fit over the big diaper without a problem.

"Nice. Now you're safe. Now an accident won't be such a big deal any more. And believe me, you'll have an accident sooner or later.", he grinned.

I could barely hold the tears back when he fetched a T-Shirt from the closet. It was white and had this ubiquitous teddy bear on the sleeves. After he had pulled the T-Shirt over my head he took a pair of short-alls from the closet. They also had a picture of a teddy bear embroidered on the front side. He pulled them up my legs and buttoned up the suspenders on my back. Then he put me onto the changing table again.

Because of the padding from the diaper it didn't hurt that much this time. Instead it became hotter and hotter inside the diaper. And that wasn't very pleasant either.

Lastly he fitted me with white socks and and blue plastic sandals.

"Finished. Wonderful! You truly look like a little boy now. Care to take a look?", he asked and took me from the changing table.

I went to the closet and examined myself in the mirror. Once again I barely recognized myself. Dressed like this I looked even more boyish than naked. I almost completely looked like an eleven year old boy. Only the thick diaper ruined this impression. The short-alls did a really bad job hiding this hideous piece of garment. I had a huge bulge in my crotch and I heard them crackling with every move I made.

"And, do you like it?", he asked.

To be honest, I thought I looked quite silly but right now I had to play his game.

"Yes, Daddy, I like it.", I replied dumbly.

"I'm glad to hear that. Then it's time for breakfast now.", he said.

He took my hand and led me out into the hallway. It seemed to be endless but after a while we arrived at a huge staircase. We went down two floors and finally arrived in a large kitchen. I had been right before. My room was located in one of the upper floors, so no chance to escape through the window.

"Sit down and be a good boy while I prepare breakfast.", he ordered.

I sat down on a chair very, very carefully, but it didn't help much. My sore bottom didn't like the weight it had to carry and reacted with stinging pain. I yelped, and he seemed to enjoy it. I could see a short grin on his face when I cried out.

He made bacon and eggs. When the delicious smell entered my nostrils I realized how hungry I was.

"I bet you're nearly starving. You haven't had something real to eat for quite some time now.", he explained.

"Yes, Daddy. I am.", I said eagerly while he set the table with all this deliciously smelling food.

"Just a minute and I'll have yours fixed, too.", he then said.

"Mine? Don't I get eggs and bacon?", I asked dumbfounded.

He laughed shortly.

"Don't be silly. Well, you can have your share if you tell me how you intend to chew it without teeth. Well? Thought so. I'm afraid you'll have to put up with some mush then."

He was right again. I had totally forgotten that he plucked out all my teeth. I watched how he cut apples, plums and bananas into pieces. Then he put them all together into a blender and added some milk. Then he turned it on until everything was a thick, light colored mush. He put it into bowl and placed it in front of me.

"But your's smells so good and I'm really hungry.", I dared to complain.

"Maybe. But since you couldn't tell me how to chew it the only thing you'll get is this mush. End of discussion.", he said sharply and then put a bib around my neck.

I almost complained about the bib also but then I remembered what would happen if I provoked him too much. So I shut my mouth and endured that humiliation. I didn't want to be spanked twice a day.

Then he put a big class of milk in front of me and gave me a plastic spoon.

"Enjoy your meal!", he said and then devoured his breakfast.

"You, too, Daddy."

Out of habit I tried to grasp the glass of milk with one hand, but I couldn't get hold of it. It slipped out of my hand immediately. Without a thumb it's nearly impossible to properly grab almost anything. With both my hands I managed to bring the glass to my mouth. It seemed to be quite heavy, though. After I eagerly emptied half of the glass I tried to pick up the spoon. And this also was way more difficult than it sounds.

I tried to get my fingers beneath the spoon but they where too short and unshaped for that. I only managed to push the spoon around on the table. In pure desperation I put one hand at the edge of the table and pushed the spoon onto my palm with the other one. Then I found out that I couldn't grab the spoon this way. My fingers were to short for that. The spoon fell to the ground.

When I looked up I realized that Daddy watched me closely all the time. He obviously liked my total helplessness. He was grinning quite broadly.

I felt like crying. I wasn't even able to feed myself!

"Daddy, it doesn't work...", I wailed.

"Let me help. You are really quite helpless. Totally dependent on Daddy's help, aren't you?", he grinned and picked up the spoon.

Then he fed me until the bowl was empty. The mush didn't taste as bad as it looked, but it wasn't really good, also. It was bearable at best. After emptying that bowl I felt totally bloated. One more spoonful and I would've vomited.

"Now finish your milk.", he ordered.

I really had to concentrate not to throw up while drinking the milk. I was totally full. After that my stomach gurgled angrily and I felt sick.

"I'm afraid you're on your own this morning. I have to take care of some things. But you'll have lots of fun with all your new toys, won't you?", he explained.

I didn't mind. I could try to find a way out of this madhouse when I was finally alone. It didn't look good. It seemed he thought of everything. But then, nobody is perfect. There had to be a way.

He took my hand and brought me into my room.

"Have fun!", I heard him say before the door closed.

Finally alone

=============

I immediately walked to the window and took a look outside. I was on the second floor and looked over a huge park. His estate was apparently quite isolated. I also assumed that it was surrounded by a fence or a wall, though I couldn't see it. Even if I managed to open the window I couldn't escape. The way to the ground was too far and I was quite sure that I wouldn't be able to climb properly with my mutilated hands.

That left only the door. I didn't hear him locking it, but it seemed that there was no need. I wasn't able to operate the knob and open the door. He made sure of that.

Despite my former experience I tried again. I still didn't believe that he could trap me with a simple unlocked door. That couldn't be true! Desperately I tried to grab the knob and turn it around, but it always slipped out of my hands. I wasn't able to turn it even one inch. I began to cry again from frustration and desperation. After a while I gave up. My hands were utterly useless.

I definitely couldn't escape from my room. So I had to take my chances with him and wait patiently until he eventually made a mistake.

Frustrated and exhausted I sat down on the rocking horse. That turned out to be a really bad idea. My sore bottom reported back and reacted with a sharp, stinging pain. I immediately jumped up again and sat down on the floor carefully after the pain faded.

I put my hands into my face and began to cry desperately. This had to be a bad dream! He couldn't do that to me, could he? I was an eighteen year old man and no little boy, for heaven's sake. But in reality he could stop me with an unlocked door. I was so utterly helpless that I couldn't hold a spoon! I couldn't even feed myself any more! How could he do that to me?

While I cried like a baby I tried to convince myself that this was all a very bad dream. There had to be a way to make me wake up. Once awake I would be my old self again. How could I wake myself up? Pain! That's it. The pain had to be intense enough and I'd wake up. It wasn't easy but I managed to pick up one of the bigger wooden bricks. I almost hit my head with the brick. But then I realized the I had already felt a great deal of pain today. Daddy spanked me really hard and I didn't wake up!

And that pain was real. I could still feel the aftermath. Whenever I put too much pressure onto my sore bottom the pain increased. Maybe this wasn't a dream at all? But on the other hand my predicament couldn't be real, could it?

Perhaps it helped to look at me in the mirror again, I thought. Then I would truly realize how silly I looked in this strange dream and wake up laughing.

I got up again and looked at myself in the mirror again. What seemed to be a good plan turned out to be a horrible one. The problem was that I didn't look silly or ridiculous at all. My image in the mirror looked like an ordinary eleven or twelve year old boy. Maybe his dress was a little too boyish for his age, but that was about it. There was no trace left of the grown up man actually living in that body. The boy in the mirror had the same small frame you'd expect from an eleven year old. And also his face showed no traits of an adult man. It was round and hairless like that of a little boy. It didn't even show the beginnings of a beard.

And the worst part was that this little boy moved when I moved. Slowly, very slowly I began to realize that this wasn't a dream. That it was in fact real. This little boy in the mirror was me!

"No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I don't want to be a little boy!", I cried, growing louder and louder.

But even my voice betrayed me. It sounded quite unlike that of a grown up man and totally like that of a little boy. It was bright and high pitched, like his voice hadn't broken yet.

He really did it! He had turned me into his little boy!

Desperately I looked at my hands again. They were utterly useless. Maybe I should try something easier. Though I wasn't able to dress myself, maybe I could at least undress on my own.

First the short-alls. The suspenders were buttoned up at the back. I turned around a little so I could see the buttons in the mirror. Each suspender had two buttonholes. I only needed to get the buttons through the buttonholes. That sounded easy enough, but it proved to be much more difficult. Out of habit I tried to open the button with one hand. But without a thumb I couldn't even grab that small thing. Then I tried with both hands, but I didn't manage to open even one single button! I tried over and over again, but after a while I realized that those mutilated hands were the wrong tool for such a filigree task.

"AAAAAAAARGH!", I cried desperately.

Frustrated as I was I slid both my hands under the suspenders and pulled at them with all my strength. I tried to tear off the buttons. But even that didn't work. It seemed that I was too weak for that! It didn't matter how hard I tried, the buttons wouldn't come loose!

"AAAAAAAAARGH!", I cried again with my high pitched voice.

What had this madman done to me? I was weaker than a baby!

I became more and more agitated. I ran over to the bricks and picked one up. I wanted to throw it against the wall. But at first it slipped out of my hands and fell down on the floor again. Then I picked it up with both hands and hurled it against the wall. But the brick never hit the wall. I wasn't strong enough to throw a small wooden brick 10'! The brick fell down 1.5' before the wall.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", I cried and sat down on the floor again.

Totally frustrated I kicked the bricks with my feet but even that didn't move them much.

Then I began to cry again. Meanwhile it had sunken in that I was now totally helpless and dependent on him. I was completely at his mercy.

It took some time to calm down again. Then I got bored quite fast and I toyed around with the bricks a little. Though that wasn't as easy as it sounds it became dull quite fast. And it was totally humiliating. A grown up man playing with bricks!

After that I played with the Lego stuff for some time. But after a while that was utterly frustrating, also. I tried to assemble a house, but it was quite difficult to undo a brick again once it was set. That took all my strength and remaining skills.

It didn't take long until I was totally bored again. I picked up a picture book. It was Cinderella.

I tried to turn the first page, but that proved to be difficult, also. Despite being printed on thick cardboard it took several attempts to grasp the first page. It slipped out of my hands again and again, but after a while I succeeded.

It was a real storybook. There was some text on each page but it wasn't really necessary to understand the story. While thumbing through that book I noticed that I had to go to the bathroom soon.

Suddenly I remembered that I was wearing diapers now. I totally forgot about that during my useless attempts to use my hands for something serious.

I swore myself not to let this happen. Never ever I would actually use the diaper! I seriously doubted that he'd let me use the toilet, but maybe I would get the chance to pee at him once he changed my diapers.

I held it back but only some seconds later the need to go increased. I was still able to hold it back but I was surprised about how fast the urge got stronger. Some more seconds it was excruciating. I endured it for some more seconds but then I lost control. The urge was so strong that I couldn't hold it back any more. First I felt a little pee dripping into my diaper. Meanwhile it was really painful. Then I totally lost control. Though I didn't want to and tried everything to hold it back I peed into the diaper. I felt how I flooded it slowly at first, and then the gates opened completely. I desperately tried to hold it back but my body didn't obey me. It didn't stop until my bladder was empty!

And I could absolutely nothing against it! I felt how the pee spread further into the diaper. Helplessly I noticed how the heat increased at the front side and then spread to the back. When it reached my sore bottom the pain got stronger again. The acid fluid wasn't exactly the best cure for that.

I had given up trying to regain control. It was useless. It was like being a front-seat passenger in your own body. I couldn't control it any more.

When my bladder was empty and my diaper wet I screamed out desperately and hit the book with my hands like a little boy having a tantrum. This couldn't be real! He had really made me incontinent and diaper dependent! I didn't have control over my body any more! I had just peed my diaper like a baby! Somehow I managed to pick up the book and threw it against the wall. But it also didn't make it that far.

That frustrated me even more and I started to cry again. I hit the carpet with my mutilated hands until they began to hurt seriously. I stopped and sat up again.

But I still couldn't stop crying. I had never thought that he meant it for real when he said that I would actually use my diaper! Why the hell did he do that to me? This was all so utterly humiliating that I could barely find words for it.

The worst part of it was that I realized with every movement what I had just done. The wet diaper was even bulkier than the dry one because of the pee. Every time I moved my legs I felt the wet diaper.

Maybe that was the reason why he did it. Perhaps he wanted to remind me of my state as a little boy every moment of my life. That was it! I guessed it wasn't his favorite task to change wet diapers.

Or maybe he had a diaper fetish. But that was rather unlikely.

For some time I sat on the floor trying to devise a way to escape from this hell. But I couldn't find one, no matter how hard I tried. While I pushed some bricks around on the floor I suddenly felt another urge. This time I had to poop!

There was no way I would do number two in them, also, no way in hell! At least so I thought. I didn't want to sit in my own shit as well! The pee was bad enough.

I tried to ignore the urge, but it was the same again. It didn't take long for the need to become stronger and stronger. After only a few seconds I had to concentrate really hard not to let go. I pressed my butt cheeks together with all my strength. I could barely move without losing control.

And then it happened. The urge was too strong. Once again I wasn't able to do anything against it. Again I was only a passenger when I felt myself pooping the diaper. I felt how the shit pushed into my diapers and spread in my butt crack and then reached my sac.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", I cried.

It didn't take long until the whole room was filled with the smell of my shit. And with every move I made the content of my diaper spread a little further. Never in my life before had I felt so dirty and disgusted.

And again I began to cry from frustration and desperation. This couldn't be real. It simply couldn't! It couldn't be fun for him to change dirty diapers, could it?

After a while the frustration and desperation gave way to incredible anger. He had absolutely no right to do that to me! I got up, ran to the door and hit it with my hands.

"LET ME GO NOW, ASSHOLE! I'LL NEVER BE YOUR TOY BOY, YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!", i cried.

I couldn't stop myself from hitting the door. But it didn't matter. The door didn't gave in. Only my hands began to hurt.

After a while I sat down on the floor again, totally exhausted. Again I felt how the mess in my diaper shifted around. This feeling was so utterly humiliating and disgusting! I'd never get used to that. This couldn't be real, it simply couldn't.

But unfortunately it was quite real. He had me where he wanted me to be. Totally at his mercy. How did that happen? I just wanted to have fun with some friends and now I was the toy boy of a insane madman.

Again I sat in front of my bricks and tried to think of a way to escape, and again I couldn't think of anything.

Eric gets to work

=================

After what seemed to be an eternity the door opened and Daddy returned.

"Hello Eric, I'm back! Oops, it seems you had an accident, hadn't you?", he said and wrinkled his nose.

Nevertheless he was grinning broadly.

"Yes, and I couldn't control it! Change me immediately! This is utterly disgusting!", I cried.

"Well, you'll have to get used to that, I'm afraid. But it was necessary. Otherwise you'd loosen up quite fast and that would diminish my satisfaction considerably. We can't have that, now can we? And don't forget the little side effect: you're constantly reminded of your position. You're my little boy now.", he explained.

"But it's unbelievably disgusting to sit in my own shit! And don't dare to tell me that you like changing soiled diapers!", I complained.

"Watch your mouth, Eric! Little boys like you say poo instead of shit. Is that clear?", he dispraised.

"Yes, Daddy. But nonetheless it's disgusting to sit in my own poo.", I sobbed.

"Get used to it. As I said before, you'll have to live with it. And I don't mind changing dirty diapers. During my time at university studying medicine I worked in a retirement home. Believe me, I changed many diapers back then. So I really don't mind.", he said.

"How could you do that to me? Change me immediately! This is disgusting!", I shouted at him.

"Calm down or you're in for another spanking! While I'm at it: that reminds me. What did you think when you called me an asshole? For that alone I should beat the daylight out of you!", he said threateningly.

How did he know that I called him an asshole? Was he watching my room? Where was the camera?

"Well, another thing you have to get used to. Since you're so helpless and dependent on me I have to look after you all the time. I don't want you to get hurt.", he explained while I was searching for the camera.

"Every room in this house has a surveillance camera. As long as you're in this house I can watch ever step of yours. Anyway, I guess you'd like to be changed as soon as possible, don't you?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy, please!", I pleaded.

I couldn't stand I this gross feeling any more. It was so disgusting that I let go of the last bit of self-respect I had left and begged him to change me. And that in turn was utterly humiliating. But I couldn't stand sitting in my own shit any more.

"OK, but before I do something for you I want you to do something for me.", he returned.

What the heck did that mean? For sure I wouldn't like it at all.

"What do you want me to do?", I asked hesitantly.

"I think I already told you more than once that you are my toy boy now.", he said and went to the changing table.

Then he pulled down his pants. A giant bulge formed in his underpants. When he pulled them down, a giant erect penis appeared. He sat down on the changing table.

I understood immediately.

"Never EVER I'll give you a blow job! Never in HELL! I'm not gay!", I shouted.

"Your choice. I'll change you only after you've given me a blow job. To make myself clear: First a blow job, and only then you'll get rid of the dirty diaper. You'll be in that diaper all afternoon if you don't get your mouth to work. Think twice.", he said coldly.

I didn't know what to do. Of course I wanted to get rid of the dirty diaper. But for that I had to take the penis of another man into my mouth! Even the thought of this was more disgusting that sitting in my own shit. Eventually he would have to change my diaper, regardless of the blow job.

"No, I won't do it. Never in hell I'll take your dick into my mouth!", I said defiantly.

"As you wish. But I'm really disappointed.", he said while he pulled up his pants.

"Don't think you'll get away that easily. For one I bet your cute little butt will be quite sore this evening. And I want you to do it voluntarily. I could easily force you into giving me a blow job, but I don't like that. That doesn't please me. I really want you to do it voluntarily. If I don't get that from you I'll take more drastic steps. I know people who would like to get their hands on you. I don't know what they will do to you. Maybe they'll force you to do everything they want. But maybe they won't even let you be little Eric any more. One guy I know would pay any price for you, of that I'm sure. But he doesn't like little boys like me. He likes babies. I'm quite sure he would order some additional procedures before buying you. When he's finished with you, you won't be able to talk or walk any more. You will only be able to babble like a baby and to crawl. If he feels like it. There's also the chance that you won't even be able to crawl any more. Another friend of mine is talking about getting a little girl to have fun with for some time now. It's quite easy to turn your nice little pee-pee into a tight little girl's pussy and make you look more like a little girl. And then there's the free market. Everything is possible there. I've seen men being turned into living urinals. And some people like their fuck-holes totally defenseless. Their arms and legs are removed and they're another cushion in master's bed. Occasionally he sticks his dick into one of his slave's orifices. It's as simple as this: Either I get what I want or I'll sell you. The latter really would be a shame, though. Right now you're a piece of art and it wasn't easy to turn you into what you now are. I'd hate to destroy that. But I'll do it if you prove to be useless for me. Anyway, I'll be back this evening. I expect your decision.", he said and then the door closes behind him again.

I was totally mixed up and sat down on the floor again. That couldn't be true, or could it? He was making all this stories up. Sex slaves without arms and legs? Human urinals? Nowhere in hell could this be true. Or could it? Me as a little girl? That should be possible. I've heard about sex change surgeries before. And I was quite sure that he could take away my ability to speak properly. But then, he only wanted to frighten me, or didn't he? There was still the fact that he turned me into his little boy, though. But could he do all those things he said?

The whole afternoon I thought about what he had said. Whether he meant what he said or not. In between I had to use my diaper and there was nothing I could do about it. When I got up I realized how heavy it had become in the meantime. It was sagging severely between my legs. I guessed that the plastic pants were dirty also. I really needed to be changed soon.

The whole afternoon I pondered if it was worth it to take my chances and not to believe him. Maybe he was just playing with me. But on the other hand, if he meant business, how bad was it to have another man's dick into my mouth? I definitely wouldn't die from that. A good part of the world's population did that on a regular basis. And there was another thing: If he wasn't kidding and really sold me I'd have to do that anyway. And if he sold me to someone who'd have my arms and legs removed I wouldn't even have a chance to resist. And even with my arms and legs I was way too weak for that.

When my bottom began to hurt more and more from getting really sore I decided to give him his blow job. How bad could it be? Definitely a better choice than being a living urinal.

He kept me waiting. When he finally entered the room again I was squirming in pain on the floor.

"Eek, quite a nasty smell in here. Have you made your decision?", he asked grinningly.

"Yes, Daddy.", I said.

"So tell me. But I have to warn you: I have made some phone calls this afternoon. If you say no I will make good money with you. I have a potential buyer. You won't like what I'd have to do to you before, but that won't matter then.", he said.

"Please stop it. I'll do it.", I whined.

"Very good! I really hoped so!", he cheered and pulled down his pants.

Then he sat down on the changing table again. This time he didn't have a boner. Obviously he didn't expect me to give in.

I stared at his penis. Even flaccid he was huge. I doubted that he'd fit into my mouth once he was erect. Very slowly I made my way to the changing table. I felt totally sick but there was no way out other than to obey him. It was the right choice to stay with him rather than being sold.

"Well, what are you waiting for?", he asked impatiently.

Secretly I hoped that he would change his mind about this and let me off the hook. But that was quite unlikely.

And I had no idea what to do. I had never done this before. I doubted that it was as easy as simply sticking his dick into my mouth. There had to be more to it. But he'd definitely explain that to me.

I raised his dick with my right hand bent forward a little and took it into my mouth. Never before I felt such intense humiliation. Nevertheless I advanced my head until my nose was buried deeply into his crotch hair.

"Oh! Good! Stay there and use your tongue!", he moaned.

His giant cock already went down my throat, even though he wasn't stiff at all. Still, I obeyed. With my tongue I worked on the underside of his dick. And he seemed to like then. He got hard immediately. His dick grew in my mouth. It became longer and wider.

It protruded further into my mouth until I had to choke. I withdrew my head until only his head was left in my mouth. Then I licked the underside of his head with my tongue and he began to moan in turn. His dick was totally erected then.

As I once again took it further into my mouth he grabbed my head and pushed it forward. I tried to resist, but I was too weak. He pushed my head until my nose was in his crotch hair again. It smelled disgustingly like sweat and musk. And his dick war so far down my throat that I had to choke again. But of course he didn't care.

"Oh! I want to feel your tongue!", he moaned.

I obeyed and played around with his dick for a while. He pulled my head back after a while. Then he pushed it forward again. First slowly, then faster and faster.

"Uh, oh! Better than I expected. I want you to swallow everything to the last drop!", he said.

He was fucking my face! What was I doing? How did I deserve this? I have never felt so humiliated and embarrassed before.

He had taken control. I could do nothing but work his dick with my tongue.

He kept it up for quite some time and moaned loudly, but then he was ready. Suddenly he stopped and his dick began to jerk. Immediately I felt a slimy, salty fluid entering my mouth. It squirted directly at my palatine and I nearly choked on it.

And then he really got off. I felt his dick jerking in my mouth again and again, and every time another load of his cum entered my mouth. His loads were huge. It seemed he had waited a long time for this moment. I couldn't hold up with him very long. I simply couldn't swallow it all, and it didn't take long until I felt his cum running down the corners of my mouth.

He moaned loudly and had his fun while I prayed that he'd finish soon. For me it seemed to be an eternity until his he finally stopped squirting his semen into my mouth. He remained in that position for some time and relished the gigantic orgasm. My nose remained in his crotch hair.

"Quite good for the first time. I didn't expect that. It takes some practice, I know that. But then you'll be my perfect boy toy.", he said satisfied.

Then he released my head, and I finally got rid of his dick. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"You didn't swallow everything. There is some sperm in the corners of your mouth. But I'm pretty sure you'll learn.", he said with a broad grin on his face.

"Just swallow that, also, and I'll change your diapers.", he added.

I obeyed. With my tongue I licked his cum from the corners of my mouth and lifted his half erect dick with one hand. Then I licked the remaining sperm from his dick.

I was a total wreck at that moment. I felt dirty, humiliated and embarrassed. I had tears in my eyes. Why did he do that to me? I didn't have done anything to him. How could he be so cruel?

"I'm quite satisfied with you. It wasn't as bad as I expected for the first time. With some practice you'll become a perfect boy toy. And now I won't keep you waiting any longer. I keep my promises. All of them.", he said while he pulled up his pants.

Then he jumped from the changing table and put me onto it instead.

"Then let's get you changed. The afternoon must've been horrible.", he said while he undressed me.

"Yes, Daddy. My botty hurts.", I whined.

"You'll have to live with that. As I said: I keep my promises.", he explained.

In the meantime had removed everything except the plastic pants and the diaper. I was soaking wet. The plastic pants were fogged on the inside. The diaper couldn't absorb a single drop any more.

"Eek, that's a dirty diaper. I'm glad I put you into plastic pants also, otherwise the short-alls would be ruined.", he said and showed me the plastic pants.

It wasn't only fogged on the inside at the front but also brown at the back. And the diaper wasn't blue any more, but yellow over and over.

"Look at this! It's soaking wet! This is a special brand. The cover changes its color to yellow when it becomes wet. It's a nice wetness indicator. And this one is yellow over and over. You don't seem to have much control over yourself any more.", he explained with a wide grin on his face.

He seemed to utterly enjoy my predicament.

"No, Daddy! I tried to control it but it didn't work! I simply couldn't hold it back!", I cried.

"Exactly as it should be.", he murmured while he cleaned me up.

The nasty smell and the thoroughly dirty diaper didn't seem to bother him at all. He changed me like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

"I really hoped that you would come to your senses eventually. Good choice. It would've been a pity if I had to sell you. But from now on you're mine forever. For a moment I feared that all my efforts would have been in vain.", he explained while he wiped my bottom.

"As I said, you need some practice, but eventually you'll be a really cute boy toy. And you'll get plenty of practice, believe me.", he added.

I grimaced, but didn't say a word. I didn't want to take the risk and annoy him again. Maybe he'd change his mind and sell me after all. I hated to give him blow jobs, but right this moment I was defenseless. I had to play his game.

"Now, with this little problem sorted out I'll prepare a nice dinner for us. Then we'll watch a fine movie together. I'm really looking forward to our first evening and night together. I bet you do, also, don't you?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy.", I replied.

Of course I had no desire whatsoever spending an evening and a night with my tormentor, but I had no choice. I had to obey him for now.

"Good."

Then he put me into a fresh diaper and clean plastic pants. After that he dressed me with these silly short-alls again and put me onto my feet.

He took my hand and led me back to the kitchen. And there things repeated themselves. When I smelled his dinner I realized that I was quite hungry. I didn't have anything to eat since breakfast.

And once again I was only allowed to look and smell. For me he prepared some baby food from the supermarket. The ingredients were carrots, potatoes and beef. And a big glass of milk. It didn't taste that bad, but I longed for his steak with fried onions, potatoes with sauce and vegetables.

There was only the slight problem that I didn't have teeth any more. The only way to eat his dinner would be as mash. And I seriously doubted that it would still taste as good as it smelled after it came out of the blender.

While I gulped down my milk, he cleaned up the kitchen. Then he took me to the living room.

The first evening with Daddy

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It was a giant room with a dining area and a huge LCD TV. The TV was attached to the wall. Beneath that was a cupboard with a hi-fi and home cinema system. A large leather sofa stood in front of all that.

He sat me down on the sofa and began to fiddle around with the DVD player.

"This movie is my favorite. It has everything a good movie needs. Just about perfect.", he said and then sat down right beside me on the sofa.

Then he embraced me and played the movie.

The title was "Big Tits, Giant Dicks". It was a hardcore porno!

The background image of the opening credits was a big titted woman slowly and pleasurably licking a giant black man's dick. This woman came close to being my dream woman. She had big, round tits, a really cute face and endless legs. I got horny in an instant.

"I hope you like this one, too", Daddy said.

I didn't say a word. I didn't really know what to make of this, and I had to play his game for now.

Then he snuggle against me and put his hand into my diapered crotch. Then the movie started. It wasn't simply a porno movie with big tits and dicks, it also had a sadomasochistic and domination theme. The women were forced to lick the men's dick. And the women got spanked until their butt was beet red. Like me today.

After the spanking they were quite eager to give the men a blow job. That didn't bother me, though. These big breasted women made me horny beyond belief. There was but a slight problem. Absolutely nothing happened in my diaper. I became hornier with every second, but nothing happened. Normally I'd have a boner right now that would tear the diaper apart, but absolutely nothing happened! Not the slightest stir in my diapers! Nothing, naught, nil!

This feeling was totally frustrating. I was absolutely horny, but nothing happened to release the pressure. I didn't even get a boner! Feeling my stiff member pressing against the diaper would have helped a lot, I think, but even that I wasn't granted.

It took me some time to notice, but Daddy always rubbed the front of my diaper when a woman gave a man a blow job.

It felt quite pleasant, but it didn't give me the release I needed so badly. Quite the opposite. It made me even hornier.

"Do you like the movie?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy. But it's so frustrating! I'm really horny, but I don't get a boner! I want to cum!", I whined quietly.

"I can assure your, that's not going to happen. Little boys like you can't cum. You're still not past puberty. It's a pity that you can't even get hard. But that's how it is for little boys like you.", he said with a huge grin in his face and rubbed my diaper even more vigorously.

"But I have to cum! You're kidding, right?", I cried and gazed fascinated at the TV screen.

"Believe me, you'll never ever cum again. As I said, since you've not reached puberty yet, it won't work.", he replied.

"Please tell me that it is not true! Please! I have to cum!", I pleaded.

He had to be kidding! It simply couldn't be true that I wasn't able to cum any more! I needed to feel my cock jerk badly! I was so incredibly horny. I thought I was about to explode. I couldn't live without cumming! The pressure was so intense! If I wouldn't cum I'd go mad.

"I'm not kidding. I'm totally serious about that. You won't cum ever again.", he said.

"I don't believe that! I HAVE to cum!", I whined.

"Try it, if you don't believe me. Are you hard already? I don't think so. If you're not hard by now, it won't happen at all, I believe.", he explained.

"I don't feel a thing!", I cried.

"Exactly. And why do you think that will change? You are my little boy now, and you'll never feel a boner again. Never ever. Believe me, I made sure of that.".

"You're lying!", I shouted and rubbed the front of my diaper vigorously, still not believing him.

But nothing happened. Well, almost nothing. I got hornier every second. But I didn't get a boner. I just got more and more aroused.

"Do you need help?", he asked grinningly.

Then he took my hand and rubbed the diaper even harder. But nothing is exactly what continued to happen. Not even the slightest hint of an erection. Nothing, zap, naught, nil! This couldn't be real!

"NOOOOO! This can't be real!", I sobbed.

"Believe me, it is. You'll have to learn to live with that. Maybe it'll help when I fuck you in the ass and my dick teases your prostate. But I wouldn't count on that.", he said.

I froze in fear when he said that. Until now I had managed to forget about that part. But in that moment I realized that he wanted me not only for blow jobs. In time he'd also fuck me in the ass! And I feared that this moment wasn't far away.

"What does that mean?", I asked frightened.

"I explained to you what I did with your cute little butt. That wasn't just for fun. Soon this little fuck hole of yours will see some action.", he explained.

"But, but...", I sobbed.

Then I stopped. If I complained again, maybe he would reconsider selling me to some mad customer of his.

"Look at it this way: You can't escape. You are what you are now. My little toy boy. A toy boy solely for my pleasure. You yourself don't need to feel a thing. It suffices when I'm pleased with you. And when I'm pleased with you I'll treat you well. That's how it works. Maybe, just maybe, there is a chance that you'll feel something pleasurable when I fuck you in the ass and stimulate your prostate. You should be thankful that I didn't take your prostate, also. But, the good thing is: I still get to fuck you in the ass for that.", he said lustful.

Once again I had tears in my eyes, but I didn't object. I gazed at the TV again. One of the big titted women just got fucked by one of the studs. While being fucked she gave a blow job to another man. I became even hornier seeing this. I didn't think that I could become any hornier, but it happened. And still nothing happened in my diaper. Instead of feeling a raging boner I had to pee!

I had given up to try and control it, let alone trying to hold it back. It was useless. I just let it happen, as humiliating as it was. But I had no choice.

As I wet my diaper I once again realized how embarrassing and humiliating all this was. I was an adult man, for heaven's sake! A grown up man watching a porno flick with really hot chicks. But instead of feeling a raging boner in the pants I peed my diapers! This couldn't be real!

And if this weren't already enough there was this frustration driving me crazy. I could hardly bear that. The movie seemed to be endless. I tried to distract myself from it but I couldn't resist to watch the TV. Every time I stared at these beautiful women I got hornier. Just a little, but it drove me crazy. I had no means to release the tension building up inside me.

At the end of the movie I was totally desperate. I was horny as hell and I could do nothing to release the tension. It felt like I was about to explode.

"A wonderful movie, don't you think?", he asked while the ending credits ran.

"Yes, Daddy.", I responded.

"I'm glad you also liked the movie. Now it's time for bed. I have some work to do tomorrow.", he said.

"Are you wet again?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy.", I said humiliated.

"Then I'll change you before we go to bed."

He undressed me and put me onto the changing table. Then he removed my wet diaper and played with my tiny penis.

"It's really cute, I have to admit. Your dick is a success. And so utterly useless. That's what I like most about it. You know, I thought about removing it completely and only leave a nice little pee hole between your legs. But such a sweet little useless tiny boy prick is much nicer than just a little hole.", he explained.

"Yes, Daddy.", I replied.

"And your nice, cute little butt... It's so sweet. I can't hold myself back any more. I'll do it now. I just have do deflower you right now. I've dreamed of this all day long.", he said to my horror.

Then he pulled down his pants. Once again I had to face his giant prick. He already was as hard as he could get. He was so incredibly huge! I feared it would hurt a lot.

"You may lubricate it. But see to it that I don't cum! If I cum in your mouth I'll sell your anyway. I want to enjoy the first time inside your little ass!", he warned.

I was terribly afraid of what I was about to endure for the first time, but I didn't say a word. I felt like I was remote-controlled when sat up and brought my mouth closer to his monster.

I gazed at his prick disgustedly. I was scared as hell having to take his monster into my mouth again, even though I had done it before today and knew what to expect. But I had no choice. I had do obey him. For now.

Disgustedly I took his member into my mouth and lubricated it with my saliva. I was careful as hell. He was so incredibly horny that every wrong move would get him off.

He even moaned lustful when he felt my tongue touching his dick. I, however, felt once again tears welling up.

"That's enough. Lie down. Knees to the head.", he ordered after a while.

I obeyed. Shortly after that I heard a clicking noise and felt how my sphincter contracted.

And then I felt the head of his dick touching my asshole. I could feel how he slowly, very slowly, pushed it inside me.

I hated it immediately. It was totally sickening and unpleasant. Instinctively I tried to get rid of this unnatural intruder, but of course that didn't work.

At first it wasn't painful, just disgusting and unpleasant. But after his head was inside me and is dick widened the pain began.

His dick was so wide that I felt like being split in two. It was a sharp, burning pain in my ass becoming more intense with every second. At first I sniveled lowly, but after a short while I cried uncontrollably from the pain.

"Uh! You're incredible! So unbelievably tight! Incredible!", he moaned completely ignoring my crying and pleas for mercy.

Mercilessly he shoved his dick further up my ass. Very slowly. Until I felt his crotch touching my ass. In this position he remained for quite some time.

"You are really incredible. There can't be anything better than you. And rest assured, I like it when you cry like this while I'm at it! It really turns me on. It only tells me that you're totally at my mercy. You're absolutely helpless without me!", he moaned.

After a while he was satisfied and pulled his dick back out slowly. Then he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, then be became faster and faster.

Unfortunately the pain didn't abate. It just changed. After a while it wasn't a sharp, burning pain any more, but a dull, throbbing pain. And that definitely wasn't an improvement. The faster he fucked me, the more intense the throbbing pain became. The whole time I cried uncontrollably from the pain. But that turned him on even more, just as he said.

After what seemed an eternity for me he became slower, and I could feel how his prick expanded a little further. Then his dick began to twitch inside me. I felt how he pumped load after load of his cum inside my ass. I thought it would take him forever. While he came his moans of lust even drowned my crying! He was definitely having fun.

This feeling was the worst I had to endure until now. It was even more disgusting than shitting my own diaper and having to sit in my own wastes for a whole afternoon. It was so humiliating and embarrassing that I stopped crying from the pain, and instead began to cry out of shame and humiliation.

Finally he pulled his member out of my ass and pressed a button on the remote. The pain decreased immediately. It was like heaven! This time I cried from relief. Finally it was over!.

"And now clean it up!", he grunted.

He didn't really mean that, did he? I ignored him and savored the feeling of the abating pain.

"Is your hearing somehow impaired? Clean it up, I said!", he shouted at me.

I sat up, but that wasn't the cleverest thing to do. My sphincter reacted with a stinging pain, when I burdened it with my weight. I cried out from the pain, but he didn't bother.

Again I gazed at his instrument of torture. Only this time it was limp. It was covered with his cum and a little shit of mine.

"Now go on!", he ordered impatiently.

With a trembling hand I lifted his half limp dick and shoved it into my mouth. The mere thought of where it just recently had been made me choke. And the taste didn't really help.

But I managed not to throw up. I licked him clean and swallowed the remnants of his adventure inside me. I cried like a baby all the time.

"Very well. Well done. You are really incredible. If you weren't already there I'd have to invent you.", he said with a broad grin on his face.

When I was finished and sat up again I felt that my bottom somehow became wet. I looked down and saw a little puddle of his cum between my legs.

It's time to put you back into a fresh diaper, I think. Otherwise you'll soil all of the changing table with my cum. It would have surprised me if you were able to hold on to that.", he said grinningly as he noticed puddle of his sperm between my legs.

Then he took a diaper from the shelf and put a diaper doubler into it.

"For the night we need some extra security. I don't want you to ruin my bed. Legs up!", he said.

Then he put this even bigger diaper around my crotch. After that he pulled rubber pants over this already huge package.

Next, he produced a romper suit from the closet. On the back it had a strap, just at level with the hip.

"We don't you go AWOL tonight, do we?", he said grinningly and put me into the romper suit.

He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into another room. Obviously this was his bedroom.

Right to the door was a giant king-size bed, opposite to it a huge closet. Spellbound I stared at the huge window just opposite the door. Behind that window was a balcony, so the window could be opened.

But then I noticed that this window also had the same knob as every door and window in this goddamn house. I already knew that I wouldn't be able to open it with my mutilated hands, but it still was worth a try.

He went straight to the bed and removed the sheet. Then he put me onto the mattress and laid me down on my side. I could feel him fiddling around on the back of my romper suit. Then I heard a metal clicking sound.

"Don't run away while I'm in the bathroom.", he said impishly and then disappeared in the adjacent bathroom.

This was my chance! At least I could try if I was able to somehow open the window. I he'd catch me doing this I could still tell him that I wanted to enjoy the view. No risk, no fun, as they say.

I sat up and tried to leave the bed. But something was wrong. With every move I felt something jerking at the romper suit. I scuttled to the end of the bed and sat down on the rim of the bed. But as I tried to sit up I was tugged back by something. Just like I was on a rubber band. I tried repeatedly, but every time I was pulled back on the bed again.

Then I turned around and discovered the strap attached to my romper suit. The strap disappeared right in the middle of the mattress.

I crawled there, only to discover that it was covered with a flap. It was a plastic flap with a slot for the strap. The flap could be opened, but to do so I needed real hands. My mutilated fingers were much too crude for that. I didn't manage to open the flap.

After realizing that I desperately pulled at the strap. I wanted to see how long it really was. I wanted to unwind it completely. But that was way more difficult than it sounded. The strap was quite tight and hard to grasp. And it rolled up again when the tension decreased. I failed miserably. The strap slid out of my hands again and again.

Then I had to try another way. I tried to leave the bed on both sides, but the strap pulled me back every time. It seemed be exactly as long as the bed was wide. I could move freely in the bed, but I couldn't leave it. I was caught in the bed as long as the strap was fastened to the bed.

This didn't work. I turned my head to see how it was attached to the romper suit, but I couldn't see a thing. I tried to find the fastener with my hands but without my thumbs and my sensitive fingertips this was totally useless. I could only feel that it was made from metal. Otherwise it seemed to be plain without any edges.

Desperately I laid back on the bed again and choked down the need to cry again. This madman seemed to think of all and everything! He double checked and triple checked everything! He knew exactly that I wasn't able to open one single door in this house, but he still thought that it was necessary to tie me to the bed! He seemed to be a security fanatic.

After a while Daddy returned. I turned my head to him. He was stark naked and his hair was still wet. His giant dick dangled half erect between his legs. He stared me directly into my eyes while I mustered his well trained body.

Without a word he went to the opposite side of the bed and removed the sheet. Then he laid down on the bed. Next he snuggled against me. His dick pressed against my ass again. Then he embraced me and pulled me further to his side, so that I could feel his six packs on my back.

"Though you were, and still are, a quite rebellious and naughty boy, you are still really incredible. If I hadn't created you someone would have to for me.", he whispered into my ear and then kissed my hair.

I was still quite disgusted by the fact that I was sharing the bed with another man, let alone this intimate contact he had with me. But I couldn't do anything against that. Right now he had absolute control over me, so I remained silent.

Then he bent over a little and kissed me onto my cheeks. Then he turned my head and kissed me onto my mouth. Short at first, then longer. I didn't respond to his approaches. I only let it happen without interest.

"So unbelievably sweet and helpless. I love you...", he murmured.

Then I felt how his tongue touched mine and his beard scratched my face.

"And your tender skin....", he whispered into my ear and fondled my hands.

I was totally disgusted by all this. I felt sick, humiliated and utterly helpless. And I felt how he got hard again. I could even feel it getting bigger and bigger through the thick diaper. He had managed to push his tongue into my mouth. He was toying around with mine. I let it happen apathetically and didn't respond to his affections. I was wondering what else I had to endure, and for how long I could stand this and play his game.

After a while he released my head and stopped kissing me.

"We'll have to practice the kissing. But rest assured, we'll also manage that.", he murmured disappointedly.

"Talking of practice. You made me so horny again that I can't sleep..."

He laid on the back and the sheet vaulted considerably where his crotch was. He removed the sheet and stared at his dick first, then in my eyes.

"That's your fault. Take care of it.", he said grinningly staring at his dick again.

He had to be kidding! He couldn't be horny again! Just ten minutes ago he had fucked me in the ass! He seemed to be insatiable.

I sobbed shortly and looked at him with begging eyes, but he didn't care.

"You know what to do.", he said threateningly and looked me deep in the eyes.

I began to cry again. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn't say a word. I just wondered how much more humiliation and embarrassment I had to endure before I was able to escape from this hell. If I got a chance at all.

I sat up again and brought my mouth to his erect prick. This time I knew exactly what to do.

At first I kissed the head of his dick and then licked the underside of it with my tongue. Slowly I worked my way down until I reached his sac. then I played with his big balls a little. Next I worked my tongue up his dick again until I reached his head. After that I tried to take his member into my mouth completely without choking. This time it worked out much better. I did it without him pushing my head down.

Meanwhile he was once again moaning softly. I did some tricks with my tongue, and he seemed to like that. His moaning got louder and louder. I pulled my head back slowly and played with his head again.

This I repeated, slowly at first and then faster and faster. His moaning got louder, until I noticed that he was at the brink of another giant orgasm. It wouldn't take him long now to shoot load after load of his cum down my throat.

I prepared myself emotionally to once again taste his cum into my mouth. And then he came. His dick began to throb and shortly after that his cum flooded down my throat. This time I knew what to expect and manged to swallow everything.

When his boner withered I pulled my head back and licked him clean until no trace of his sperm was left on his dick.

"Good boy. You're a quick learner. That was much, much better than the first time. In one week time you'll be perfect. I didn't think that you'd give in so fast.", he said satisfied.

"Thank you, Daddy.", I said disgusted by myself.

"And now go to sleep."

I laid down beside him. He cuddled against me, embraced me and tucked us both in.

"Sleep well!", he whispered into my ear and kissed me on my forehead.

After a couple of minutes he was fast asleep. I, however, couldn't sleep. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. And I had a thick diaper wrapped around my crotch. I wasn't used to that and pretty sure I would never accept that. The diaper was always in the way and bothered me with every move. The problem was, that after what I experienced this day I was pretty sure I would need it. Otherwise we'd both wake up in a pretty wet bed in the morning. As I realized this I began to cry again quietly. I was incontinent! I'd need diapers for the rest of my life! And my ass still hurt from being fucked by him.

How the hell could I let that happen? From my point of view I was a quite normal eighteen year old guy just yesterday, and now I was the boy toy of a madman. And I was totally at his mercy. I was totally dependent on him and his moods. He could do with me what he wanted, and I could do nothing against it.

Waking up with Daddy

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When I awoke the next morning I didn't know where I was. But one thing I knew for sure: Everything felt strange and wrong. When I realized that Daddy still had his arm wrapped around me and felt his boner on my ass I remembered immediately.

After that I realized why I woke up. I had to pee quite urgently. But shortly after that realization it was already too late. Helplessly I felt the pee flooding into my diapers. I couldn't control it or hold it back. I could only let it happen. The diaper felt even thicker and bulkier that the evening before. And I had an itch at my sac. I tried to scratch myself there but the diaper was too thick. It didn't work. And Daddy awoke from my movements.

"Good morning, Eric.", he said and kissed me on the forehead.

Then he turned himself on the back and stretched. Next he removed the sheet.

"Eek, I bet you have a very dirty diaper, don't you?", he said and wrinkled his nose.

I smelled it instantly. As I sat up I felt the mess shifting around in my diaper. I shit my diaper while being asleep and didn't even notice it! I really was completely incontinent! This couldn't be true! I couldn't believe that I didn't wake up for that! Once again I felt tears welling up.

"Yes, Daddy!", I sobbed.

"And did you wake up when you had to go?", he asked.

"No, Daddy!", I whined.

"Don't cry, Eric. Little boys like you have an accident now and then. No need to cry for that.", he tried to console me.

"But, Daddy, I'm a big boy. I can control myself!", I sobbed.

"Obviously not. But don't bother. It happens. No need to cry. You'll have to get used to that.", he replied.

"Yes, Daddy.", I cried.

"Very well. Right now there are more pressing issues needing your attention. You know what to do...", he said and stared at his crotch.

I followed his look. He had giant boner. Oh no, not again, I thought, but I had to obey him. I wasn't in the position to put up a fight at the moment.

While I stared at his erect dick I cried louder and harder. He immediately noticed.

"Don't do that. You told me you'll be a nice boy. Is that still true?", he said threateningly.

"Yes, Daddy!", I sobbed and sat up.

While moving I felt the smelling, soft mush shift inside my diaper. Even as I knelt on the mattress and brought my mouth to his prick I felt it move around with every move I made. I would never get used to this humiliating and embarrassing feeling. Why did he do this to me?

Nevertheless I had to pay attention to his mood. I didn't want him to get mad at me. And for that I had to give him another blow job. I got over my disgust and did my job.

With every time he seemed to like it it more and more what I did to his dick. This time he was moaning lowly after a short while. After he shot load after load of his sticky cum into my mouth I licked his dick clean.

I looked him in the face and he seemed to be quite satisfied. He had his arms folded behind his head and stared me directly in the eyes.

"You really are a quick learner. This one was even better than last evening. Not bad. I have to pee but I don't want to get up just yet. But soon you'll take care of that also.", he said while still relishing his orgasm.

"Daddy?", I said and looked at him quizzically.

"What?", he replied.

"What do you mean by that?", I asked frightened.

"Hm, don't tell me that you still think that I'll use your sweet mouth for blow jobs only. Pee is also fluid, and it can be swallowed perfectly.", he explained.

"But Daddy, please don't", I pleaded aghast.

"Watch your mouth! You'll do what I tell you or our ways will part.", he said threateningly.

"Yes, Daddy.", I said frightened and disgusted.

He had to be kidding me! Never in my life I'd drink his piss! But I thought the same about some things he made me do yesterday. I wasn't sure about that. Maybe he'd really make me drink his piss.

"Good boy. We'll have to practice for that, though. If we did it now the bed would be completely messed up, I guess. But I'm really looking forward to the first time. And since your are a really fast learner I don't think I have to wait long for that.", he explained and closed his eyes.

I laid down beside him and thought about that. Before he made me drink his pee I had to be gone. I simply had to! This man was mad, a total maniac! Never ever he'd make me drink his piss!

For a while he just laid beside me with closed eyes. Meanwhile I once again felt the need to pee. I didn't try to fight it any more. I let it flow freely. It was futile even to try. But when I felt the pee flowing down my sac I had enough. This was unbearable.

"Please change my diapers, Daddy.", I dared to ask.

"Nope, little boy, you'll have to wait a little longer.", he said and then got up.

"Don't run away while I'm getting ready.", he said grinningly and then disappeared in the bathroom.

As I heard the water running in the bathroom I realized how badly I needed a nice, hot shower and a tooth brush to get the taste of his cum out of my mouth. There was the slight problem though. I didn't have any teeth in my mouth any more.

And I desperately wanted to get out of this dirty diaper. My sac itched terribly. I tried to scratch myself again, but it didn't get through the thick diaper. I sat up and slid around on the spot trying to get rid of the itch. But the only thing I accomplished by this was to distribute the smelly content of my diaper even further.

I wasn't sure what was worse: the itch or feeling the dirty diaper with every move I made and sitting in my own shit.

In the meantime Daddy had returned from the bathroom. I didn't hear him coming.

"What's up, boy?", he asked.

"My sac is itching!", I whined.

"Watch your mouth, Eric! Little boys like you don't use adult words. Sac... Where did you get that? Little boys like you say 'down there' or 'crotch'. Understood?", he reprimanded me.

"Yes, Daddy. I have a really bad itch down there!", I whined.

"Better. But there's nothing I can do about that right now. It will go away all by itself. Just wait.", he said.

"Yes, Daddy. Will you change my diapers now?", I asked hopefully.

"No, not yet. Just get some more sleep. I'll place a call with a good friend of mine. She's a very good hypnotist. Maybe she can do something about you using scatology all the time. There has to be something she can do.", he said much to my horror.

I was just about to object as he threateningly lifted his forefinger.

"Just keep it to yourself, Eric! You promised me not to cry any more!", he said.

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Good. I'll pick you up when I have prepared breakfast. See you soon! And get some more sleep.", he said and disappeared.

Great! Now he wanted to mess around with my head also! What else did he have in mind for me? I had to get out of this madhouse. Now!

I crawled to the edge of the bed but once again I was held back by this damn strap. I jerked at it with all my strength, but I couldn't get rid of it. It pulled me backup in the bed every time. After a while I gave up and laid down. I began to cry from frustration and helplessness again.

I tried to get some more sleep but I wasn't tired any more. And the itch was still there. I rolled around in the bed to get rid of it, and with every move I felt the disgusting content of my diaper shift around.

Finally Daddy returned.

"Hello Eric. Did you get some sleep?", he asked.

"No. I couldn't. Could you sleep with a diaper full of shit and piss around your crotch? You should try it.", I said sullenly.

"This scatology again. But that will stop soon. I talked to my friend. She'll come around this morning. She assured me that she can fix this with only one session. She'll give you a shot of a highly experimental drug and then it won't be a problem. This drug has just one side effect. You'll be worn out for about one day, but I can live with that.", he explained and removed the strap that tied me to the bed.

After that session I'll never hear such gross words out of your mouth again. I'm really excited, I have to admit.", he added and picked me up.

He carried me into my room and put me onto the changing table. When he removed the diaper I could see the extent of my accident. It wasn't just a little bit! I had dumped a full load of shit into my diaper while being asleep! My sphincter was so weak that I couldn't control myself at all! And I didn't notice a thing!

The diaper was totally dirty and wet. Then I noticed some white spots. At first I thought the diaper was clean there. But then I realized that it was his cum he pumped inside me yesterday.

Once again I felt tears welling up, but I didn't show a sign.

He cleaned me up without batting an eye. But when I thought he'd put me into a clean diaper he fetched the remote from his pocket and pressed a button.

I felt my sphincter tighten immediately. Not again, I thought. Just an hour ago I gave him a blow job! He seemed to be insatiable. I sobbed shortly. Then he removed his pants and I could see his giant boner.

"I'm sure you wanna lubricate it, don't you?", he asked.

I knew I couldn't resist him. So I did my job with tears in my eyes. I lubricated his prick with my tongue as good as I could until he had enough.

"What's up, Eric? Don't you like me inside you?", he asked grinningly.

"It hurts so much, please don't, Daddy!", I whined.

"That's exactly how I like it.", he grunted and then I felt his dick at my ass.

"Don't hold yourself back. Cry, howl an whine as much as you like. That only makes me hornier. If I hadn't created you, someone should have done it for me...", he said.

Then he plunged his dick into my ass. This time he wasn't as careful as last evening. He didn't bother any more. He simply used me. As he was half inside me I cried uncontrollably.

"Louder, cry louder!", he moaned.

I tried to stay calm but I didn't manage. Like last evening I felt like being split in half. It was impossible to ignore the pain.

And it took him some time to cum. I longed to feel his dick jerk in my ass, but it didn't happen. He really enjoyed using my ass. I could tell from his moaning. I howled like a beaten dog, but he didn't care. He went faster and faster and his moaning got louder. I hoped he would cum soon but I wasn't granted that wish. It took him an eternity to cum inside my ass.

I was a howling wreck when he he pulled his half erect dick out of me. When I saw his still huge dick dangling between his legs I knew exactly what to do. His member was smeared with his sperm and my shit.

Sobbingly I sat up and licked him clean without him saying a word. I had to do it anyway, so no need to risk a punishment.

"That was perfect! You're really a quick learner. You're incredible...", he moaned after he finished off.

Then he took the remote out of his pocked again and pressed a button. I felt how my sphincter relaxed. Immediately part of his cum flowed back out of my ass into my fresh diaper beneath me. He sat down beside me on the changing table, put his head back and closed his eyes relishing his once again giant orgasm.

And I enjoyed the feeling of a slowly fading pain. Then I realized how horny I was. I didn't know how long ago I had my last orgasm. But it had to be a very long time ago. All of a sudden I was horny as hell, but nothing happened in my crotch.

I grabbed my little stub with both hands and began to rub it, but still nothing happened. It was kinda like I was rubbing a part of my skin. Desperately I waited for just a hint of an erection, but nothing continued to happen!

This couldn't be true! Something had to happen! Just a little erection, nothing more! This ridiculous, little stump couldn't be good for pissing only, could it? But obviously that wasn't the case. It didn't matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get a boner.

Do you need help?", Daddy asked suddenly.

He had recovered from his orgasm and enjoyed my feeble attempts. That is, he had a very broad grin in his face.

"Let's see.", he said and pushed my hands away.

Then he took my penis between his thumb and index finger and began to masturbate me. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.

He didn't have much room to move, because my dick was so incredibly small, but it didn't help. Nothing continued to happen.

It didn't matter how hard he tried or how fast he was. I didn't feel a thing. Well, not really nothing, but it wasn't erotic or satisfying at all.

It felt more like he was touching my arm or any other non-erogenous part of my body. And above all it was utterly frustrating.

"Please, let me cum!", I cried desperately.

"And again these nasty words. But that will be over soon. Why should you know such words? Or even be able to say those words? As you can see, it doesn't work any more.", he laughed.

"No matter what I do.", he added.

Then he fondled the underside of my dick. Just that spot where a man is most sensitive. But still nothing happened.

"Well, I would've cum a long time ago if you'd done that to me. But little boys like you just can't cum. You have to reach puberty for that. Really a pity that this will never happen.", he said and laughed out loud.

"How could you do that to me, you ASSHOLE? I can't live like that!", I erupted.

"ERIC! I have to punish you for that. I think ten blows will do it.", he scolded me.

I immediately realized what I had done. I really had to watch my mouth.

"Please, Daddy, don't do that! I'll be a good boy from now on!", I begged, but it was useless.

He didn't even react to my begging.

"Well, hopefully this was the last time I heard such foul words out of your mouth. By the time my friend is finished with you, this outrage will be ended. But that's exactly why I have to punish you for this. I have to admit, I'll miss your protest. But just a little. This way it's better for you.", he said.

Then he sat down on the changing table and put me over his knee. I struggled with my legs, but it didn't help. A short time later I felt his bare hand hitting my bottom. It began to hurt and I cried like a baby immediately.

"Count!", he ordered.

"ONE!", I howled.

"If you miscount, I'll start again!", he said coldly.

He hit my left and right butt cheeks in turns. And at the count of nine I miscounted.

"ONE!", he shouted.

"ONE!", I sniveled and heard his hand hit my butt again.

I didn't just hear it, I definitely felt it. The longer he worked on my ass, the more painful it became.

This time I managed not to miscount. After nineteen blows he stopped and sat me down onto the diaper that was already smeared with some of his cum.

"I hope you've learned your lesson.", he said pleased and rubbed his hands.

"Yes, Daddy!", I whined.

"Good. On second thought I'll really miss your foul language. But then I'll get to hear you crying more often. That's definitely a good thing.", he said and diapered me.

The diaper immediately became unbearably hot. I began to sweat, and the salty fluid increased the already considerable pain. Once again tears flowed down my face in torrents. But he didn't care at all. He put me into plastic pants and then he pulled a white t-shirt over my head. Next he made me wear another one of those ridiculous short-alls with bears embroidered in the front.

After he dressed me he took my hand and lead me into the kitchen. Once again he fed me this disgusting mush of vegetables and fruits.

Shortly after that the doorbell rang.

"That's Barbara, I think!", Daddy said delighted.

He disappeared shortly and answered the door. I could hear him greeting Barbara effusively. Then the kitchen door opened again.

In front of him my dream woman entered the kitchen. Immediately I became even hornier than I already was. She was just incredible.

She was slender, with long, blond hair, deep blue eyes like Terence Hill, a sweet face and above all, perfect tits! They were huge, but not out of proportion for her frame. Just perfect. I could see her flat belly through the skintight dress. And I think I noticed a belly button piercing. Her hip was incredibly small in comparison to her tits, but that made her body even more interesting. Her ass was really cute and small, her legs seemed to be endless. Above that she wore at least four inch high heels, accentuating her nice legs even more. And she had a purse hanging from her left shoulder.

Open mouthed I stared at her. I even began to drool. With a smudgy bib around my neck I sat in my chair and stared at her.

Instinctively I wiped my mouth with my mutilated hands and tried to make a good impression.

"He... Hello.. I'm Ar.. Arnold...", I stammered and offered her my dirty and mutilated hand.

"Oh, how nice!", she said and ignored my hand.

Instead she reached into my face and grabbed my right cheek with her thumb and index finger and pulled it like grandmothers do with their grandchildren.

"So, you are little Eric? Daddy already told me so much about you. Really cute! Hello Eric!", she said.

Right then I realized how ridiculous this scene had to be. A little boy in diapers offering his dream woman his mutilated hand! If I had been myself that moment I had thrown her on the table and fucked her right on the spot. But unfortunately I wasn't Arnold any more. I was little Eric.

After the introduction they talked about me like I wasn't there or couldn't understand them. Like I was a little baby. She took a chair and Daddy sat down right beside her.

"You did a really good job on Eric! Does he really use his diaper or does he only wear it?", she asked enthusiastically.

"Of yours he has to use it. He's more or less incontinent. And I also worked on his cute, little ass also. Let me put it this way: He won't get boring for me any time soon.", Daddy explained.

"Very nice! And his face is also beautiful. Good work! Was he always that short or did you work on that, also?", she asked.

"He was quite small in the first place, but I worked on that also.", Daddy said.

"I hope you'll have one of your infamous parties to introduce him, soon.", she asked.

"Of course. I thought about next weekend. I hope you'll find some time?", Daddy explained.

"Sure! For your parties I'll cancel everything else.", she replied.

"But to get to the point: What's his problem?", she asked.

"Well, he repeatedly called me names. And he still thinks that he's Arnold instead of Eric. He repeatedly uses grown up words like 'shit' and 'cum' etc. I'd appreciate it if you could break this nasty habit of his.", Daddy explained.

"Mm, no problem at all. I expected something more challenging.", she grinned.

"When I'm finished with him, he won't be able to call you anything else than Daddy. And he won't be able to use any grown-up words or swearwords any more. And if you ask for his name, he'll answer Eric immediately.", she explained.

"Good, oh, and he still thinks that he's eighteen years old.", Daddy added.

"No problem."

Then she picked a bottle with a clear liquid and a syringe from her purse. She filled the syringe with the liquid and injected it into my arm.

After that I can only remember her telling me that I should closely listen to her voice...

After hypnosis

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I was sleepy when I awoke again. I was totally wasted. It took some time to realize where I was.

I turned my head a little and saw bars. Obviously Daddy put me into the bed in my nursery.

Then I remembered Barbara injecting me with this stuff. What did she do to me? I hoped it was nothing really bad.

I had to get out of this madhouse. I removed the sheet covering me. When I moved I realized that my diaper was dirty again. I had messed my diaper without even noticing it! This was totally disgusting and maddening. I simply couldn't go on like this!

I tried to climb out of the bed, but the bed even had bars on the top. The bed had hinges on the left side with another set of bars attached. These bars went over the top side of the bed and were locked on the other side.

I took a closer look on the lock. It wasn't really a lock, it was just a mechanism to keep the top bars in place. No lock or anything like that. But it was on the outside and with my mutilated hands I wouldn't be able to open it.

I tried nevertheless. But as expected, it didn't work out. I howled out of frustration. I was so utterly helpless! How could he do this to me? I laid down again and hit the cushion with my head repeatedly.

It didn't take long until Daddy entered my room.

"Good morning, Eric! Well, your diaper seems to be quite messy.", he greeted me.

"And all this because of you, asshole!", I tried to say, but instead I said: "And all this because of you..." and began to cry uncontrollably.

I calmed down quite fast and tried again.

"And all his because of you...", came out of my mouth, and once again I began to cry.

What happened? What was up with me? I couldn't call him names any more? Asshole was quite a simple word I had said a thousand times before!

Then I realized that this had to be Barbara's work. Somehow she tricked me into not being able to say swearwords any more!

"What have you done to me? I can't even say...", I howled.

I intended to say 'asshole', but instead I began to cry again.

"Didn't I tell you that I don't want to hear these nasty words out of your mouth again? Barbara's treatment obviously seems to work. She implanted you with a suggestion making you cry every time you want to insult me. That seems to work very well.", he explained happily.

"What's your name?", he asked.

"Eric!", I said without even thinking, even though I intended to say Arnold.

I tried again, but I still heard me say Eric.

"And how old are you?", he asked after that.

"Eleven.", I heard me say, though I wanted to say eighteen.

"I'm not eleven years old. I'm eleven!", I said defiantly.

Of course I tried to tell him that I'm really eighteen years old, but somehow that didn't work.

"I'm eleven!", I tried again.

"Very good, Eric. Now you got it.", he said.

"And what's my name?"

"Asshole!", I intended to say, but instead I began to cry again.

I tried other swearwords, but I couldn't say them. The more I tried the more I cried. Then I tried his real name.

"Daddy!", I heard myself say instead.

"Very well. Finally you got it. And how did you become Eric?"

Once again I tried to insult him, but it was useless. Then I tried to tell him that all this was his fault, and that he did all this to me, but even that made me just cry harder.

"Very good. Barbara's work is a full success.", he grunted pleased.

"What did you do to me?", I whined.

"Well, if you want to know: You can't call me names any more. Instead you'll begin to cry uncontrollably. You can't tell your real name or your real age to anyone anymore. And from now on you'll only be able to call me Daddy. And finally I can take you out. Every time you try to explain your situation to someone, for example, a police officer, you'll start crying instead. Posthypnotic suggestions are really a nice thing.", Daddy explained.

Unbelievingly I stared at him.

"You can't do that to me, you..."

Of course I tried to say asshole, but instead I began to cry again.

"Of course, I can! Don't you see?", he replied gleefully.

"I'm Eric, I'm Eric!", I howled.

Actually I tried to say something different. I wanted to tell him that I'm Arnold, and not Eric, but that didn't work out well.

"I'm eleven years old..", I whined.

"I know, Eric, I know. You don't need to explain that to me. I know that you're my little eleven years old Eric.", he grinned broadly.

This time I cried from frustration.

"Ah, there's one thing I forgot to tell you: You won't be able to 'shit' or 'piss' your diapers any more. You'll pee and poo your diapers from now on. And every time you'll have to do that you'll tell me, believe me.", he explained.

"I definitely won't! Why should I?", I said sullenly.

"Quite simple: Because Barbara told you so. I'm really looking forward to when you'll tell me in public what you're about to do.", he said.

"Never ever!", I cried.

"We'll see. But right now you have some more pressing issues. You do want to be changed, don't you?", he asked.

"Yes, Daddy!", I sniveled.

"Very well, if you ask nicely, I'll change you."

I couldn't get lower. I really had to overcome myself to beg him to change me. But the feeling of having a messy diaper around my butt was even more disgusting.

"Daddy, please change my diaper!", I heard myself say.

"Of course, Eric. It's about time.", he said and took me out of the bed.

He put me on the changing table and cleaned me up. After that he stared at my little excuse of a dick for a long time.

"What's up, Daddy?", I asked.

"I'm wondering... Somehow you're missing some decoration on your nice little pee-pee...", he said lost in thought and snipped my dick with his index finger.

"How do you mean that?", I asked frightened.

This couldn't be good.

"Your little dick is a little too... let's say ordinary. It's missing some color. And you're definitely missing my sign. A sign unambiguously saying that you're mine.", he said.

"But I don't need that. I'm your's forever!", I wined.

I could barely stand this humiliation, but whatever he had in mind, I wouldn't like it and I had to prevent it.

"Of course you're mine. That won't ever change. But something is missing down there...", he pondered.

"I'm not missing anything there. You'll get used to that look!", I cried desperately.

"No, there's definitely something missing. And I have a nice idea. After breakfast I'll call a good friend of mine. He is a master in the art of tattooing and piercings.", he said resolutely.

"Please, Daddy, don't do that to me!", I begged.

"Don't start crying again. But if you want to cry I'll give you a reason.", he replied.

Then he picked the remote control from his pocket and I felt how my ass got tighter.

Once again he fucked the brains out of me. When his dick touched my ass I cried even louder. Not just from the pain, mostly from this constant humiliation I had to endure. I was an eighteen year old man and not a boy toy!

After he jerked off inside me I had to lick him clean.

Then he diapered and dressed me. Once again it were these ridiculous short-alls with the teddy bears on the front. After breakfast he called his friend.

"I have good news! He immediately canceled his schedule for today when I told him about you. He can't wait to work on you. He loves my ideas. We can come immediately. Isn't that nice?", Daddy cheered when he returned from the phone.

"Yes, Daddy!", I whined, though knowing exactly that I wouldn't like it.

But I still couldn't disobey him. He'd simply spank me and do it anyway.

"Good. Then let's go!"

He cleaned up a little and carried me to the car. He put me into a child's seat in the back and started driving.

The Tattoo Parlor

=================

During the ride I was so nervous that I constantly peed and messed my diaper. When we arrived the diaper was soaking wet and totally messy.

He took me out of the child's seat and took my hand. In the tattoo parlor Daddy met a man who had tattoos everywhere, even in the face.

"Hello, Jack! Long time no see!", Daddy greeted him.

"Hello! Unfortunately. Nice to meet you again!", he replied.

"And this is Eric? Hello Eric!", he greeted me.

I was so incredibly nervous that I wet and messed my diaper again. I couldn't control it. It just happened. I only felt the pee flowing freely into my diaper and then how I lost control over my bowels.

"Eric, where are your manners? Don't you want to say hello to Jack?", Daddy scolded.

"Hello, Jack.", I heard myself say.

"Hello, Eric.", he returned.

Then he wrinkled his nose.

"Hm, did he have an accident?", Jack asked.

"I bet he has. But don't worry, he's wearing a diaper.", Daddy explained.

"Hell, he's wearing a diaper and actually uses it?", Jack asked disbelievingly.

"Exactly."

"How did you make that happen? Was that your idea?", he inquired further.

"Yes, I wanted it this way. It's a perfect reminder for him of who he really is and where he belongs. And sitting in dirty diapers serves that purpose quite well.", Daddy said.

"What does that mean? Is he incontinent?"

"Of course. He can't control himself any more. And he can't do a thing against it. He is totally dependent on his Daddy."

"Nice idea, I like that. But unfortunately it interferes with my job. I don't want him to pee on my all the time. And it could lead to infections."

"No problem. I have a catheter and a butt plug with me. He won't like it, but how do they say: no pain, no gain?"

"OK, then prepare him and let's get started."

"Of course. Where can I clean him up?"

"Follow me."

He led us into a rather large bathroom. There Daddy removed my diaper and cleaned me up. Then he inserted a catheter into my penis and connected it to a urine bag. Then he turned me around and pressed something against my butt.

"No need to cry now. It won't be that bad.", he tried to console me.

Then the pressure increased steadily, until a rather large object entered my ass. Even though my ass was as wide as it could get, it hurt considerably. But I managed to hold the tears back.

"Well done, Eric.", he praised me.

After that he picked me up and carried me back to the parlor. There he put me down on a couch.

Then Jack put up some blinds so I couldn't see what was going on.

"I think it's better when I put him under. This way he can't ruin the tattoo by moving around too much.", Daddy said.

"Good idea. Please do it.", Jack replied.

Then I felt a prick in my ass and shortly after I was fast asleep.

I don't know how long Daddy let me sleep, but I once again awoke in my crib. When I opened my eyes I stared directly at the familiar bars of the bed. Then I noticed that my crotch felt somehow strange. It hurt a little.

And I felt something very large in my ass.

I turned my head and stared directly at Daddy's face.

"How do you feel, Eric?", he asked.

"My pee-pee hurts...", I heard myself whine.

Actually I wanted to say, that my dick hurt, but I didn't bring that over my lips. That had to be Barbara's work.

"That should be the catheter. Don't worry, let me remove it.", Daddy explained.

Then I noticed that I wasn't diapered. It was a wonderful feeling, even though I had something up my ass and my dick hurt.

Daddy picked me up and put me onto the changing table.

"Would you like to see what Jack has done with your little pee-pee?", he asked.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I would most definitely not like it. But Daddy didn't wait for my answer. He took me out of my romper.

My whole crotch was covered with a thick layer of white ointment.

"I'm quite curious myself. I haven't seen it totally healed myself.", Daddy cheered.

Then removed the ointment with a cloth. Once again I didn't believe my eyes. He had to be kidding me!

The shaft of my tiny dick was colored in light pink and the head was deep red! And the head was decorated with a little heart framed in black.

Right above my dick was a tattoo saying 'Eric's little'. It was written in blood red framed in black. The font was frisky script. The sentence continued on the shaft of my dick: 'Pee-Pee'. In the same font and color like above my dick, one 'Pee' on each side of my dick, because the whole word would have been too long for my tiny prick.

My sac was as deep red as the roses decorating my dick. But that wasn't the worst. At the base of my scrotum Daddy had put a ring around it pressing it tightly together. Attached to this ring was another piece of metal that practically split my sac in half and squeezed each testicle into a pouch at the side of my scrotum. This piece of metal was fixed to the ring at the back of my sac, also. My balls were clearly outlined in my sac. It was kinda like a permanent testicle banding.

"Wonderful! Really nice, this view! Jack really did a outstanding job.", Daddy gushed.

Then he took my balls into his fist and squeezed them a little. I cried out in pain.

"I really love it. These wonderful, firm and above all utterly useless balls. Incredible!", he said.

"You're hurting me!", I cried.

"I just love it. Your useless balls in my hand...", he relished and ignored me.

"Do you like it?", he asked.

"Why did you do that to me? Didn't you do enough damage already? Why did you deface my body even further? This is so embarrassing.", I howled.

"Exactly! That's exactly what this is about! So you like it. And you still haven't seen your cute butt!", he replied much to my horror.

"What did you do to my behind?", I asked frightened.

Actually I wanted to ask him about my butt, but even this word I couldn't bring over my lips.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he picked me up from the changing table and carried me over to the mirror. He put me down with my back facing the mirror.

"See for yourself."

I turned my head and took a look at my ass.

Jack had tattooed a large heart around my asshole. It was blood red framed in black. It covered nearly all of my butt. 'Eric's fuck hole' was written on my tail bone in the same font and color as above my dick. Under that was a arrow pointing directly at my asshole.

And I had brand on each of my butt cheeks. I recognized Daddy's decorated initials.

"Jack really is a great artist, isn't he?", Daddy asked.

I cried from sheer desperation. Even if I managed to escape from this madhouse I wouldn't be able to show myself off naked anywhere. If I could escape. And meanwhile I had my doubts about that.

"Don't you like it? Or are you shedding tears of joy?", he asked sternly.

I didn't answer him. I just cried louder.

"Then I guess those are tears of joy, for your own good.", he said.

Then he put me back on the changing table.

"It's gonna hurt a little when I remove the catheter.", he explained while he slowly pulled this thing out of my dick.

It burnt like hell. A little was quite an understatement.

"Now the butt plug."

He lifted my legs and pulled that monster out of my ass. At first it wasn't that bad, but that thing widened considerably until I thought it would split me in half. But he didn't stop. He pulled at it until it came out of me with a audible noise. I cried like hell.

"That couldn't have been so bad. You didn't cry when I inserted it.", he said and showed me the monster.

It was huge. After this my asshole had to be destroyed beyond repair. I just hoped that the ring he implanted into my ass also took some damage. But I doubted that.

"Quite a pity that I have to hide this piece of art behind a diaper. But since you can't control yourself any more I don't have a choice. But before that I want to enjoy your colorful fuck hole.", he grunted.

He fiddled around in his pocket. Then I felt my asshole getting tighter again. He fucked me by every trick in the book. I was a crying wreck when he made me lick his dick clean.

While he recovered from his orgasm I inspected my crotch with tears in my eyes. Desperately I tried to remove the color with my hands, but of course it didn't work. This tattoo would be on me forever.

Then I examined the ring around my sac and balls. I tried to find a break or an edge with my mutilated fingers, but I didn't find any. It didn't even have a lock or anything like it. It seemed to be quite solid.

I didn't notice that Daddy watched me.

"You'll have to get used to that, Eric. It's a real tattoo and it won't fade any time soon. You won't get rid of it. Though you can remove tattoos with a laser I won't allow it.", he explained.

"And the rings are titanium. You won't get rid of them, either. Jack managed to weld them seamlessly to your body. Well, theoretically, if you cut off your balls, you'll get rid of the rings, also.", he added grinningly.

Then he fetched a fresh diaper from the shelf and diapered me.

"Really a pity that I have to hide this piece of art behind a diaper...", he repeated himself.

"If it is such a pity, why did you render me incontinent?", I whined.

"Well, on one hand it's a pity having to hide this wonderful tattoo, but on the other hand I like to see you in diapers. And it wouldn't be the same if you had a choice to use them. You can't have everything everywhere."

After dressing me he carried me in the kitchen and we had breakfast.

"Before I forget, I'm hosting a small party in your honor. I don't want to withhold you from my customers.", he said while feeding me.

I froze immediately.

"A party? Customers? You don't want to show me off like this to other people, do you?", I asked frightened.

"But of course I do. All my customers just come to see you! Isn't that wonderful?", he cheered.

"But you can't show me off to other people like this! I look ridiculous! You can't do that to me!", I cried.

"Nonsense. Of course I can show you to other people. First, my customers know exactly what I can do, and second, nobody would notice that are not an eleven year old boy. Well, except for the diaper. But even this is not really a problem. I could still explain that you have a problem controlling yourself and that I tried literally everything to get you out of them.", he explained.

I began to cry again. I painfully realized that he was absolutely right. I looked like an eleven year old boy, and I sounded like one. There was no trace left from the eighteen year old man I once was.

Despite that I wanted to know what to expect.

"Customers? How many guests do you expect?", I whined.

"Fifteen people and their slaves. All of the slaves are my creations. You're not the first one I worked on, you know. Before you I had a really good slave, but I couldn't resist the offer of a very rich sheik. He wanted him as a harem guard."

"Why harem guard?", I asked afraid.

"Well, as you may imagine, he wasn't a complete man any more by the time I was finished with him. I amputated his penis and implanted his balls into his crotch. His crotch was totally smooth afterwards. Even the scars weren't visible. And I removed his nipples. He was absolutely sexless.", he explained.

"Sexless?", I replied.

"Yes, I don't like it when my slaves have fun with themselves. That should be my job. I want them to depend on me for that. Or don't do it at all. Like you, for example.", he grinned.

As he said that I realized how horny I was. But nothing happened in my diaper. Not even the slightest hint of an erection. I hadn't felt such a frustration before in my life.

"But why do you do that to people? You can't be serious about me never cumming again in my life! I can't live like that", I sniveled.

"Learn to live with it. Look at it this way: Whom do you want to satisfy with your little dick? Every man and for sure woman would laugh at you when you try to penetrate them. Or tell me any man or woman who'd still want to go to bed with you when they know that you would pee inside them, because you can't control yourself?", he asked.

I cried again. He was right. It was quite possible that I couldn't even control myself while fucking someone else.

"That's all your fault!", I cried.

"There you're right. But now you're my perfect toy. I hope no one will offer something decent for you. When the price is right I can't resist. But we'll see soon.", he murmured.

The he fed me the rest of the mush and ate himself.

"And now we go shopping. I have to fetch some stuff from the supermarket for the party.", he said.

Once again I froze in horror.

"But I want to play in my room.", I cried.

I wanted to avoid being seen in public at all costs.

"You should know me better. Do you think that I'm such an uncaring father? I can't leave such a little, helpless boy like you at home alone. Of course you'll join me.", he answered.

"But Daddy, I really want to play with my bricks, please!", I whined.

"Really? But nevertheless, you'll come with me. No backtalk any more.", he said resolutely.

After he cleaned up the kitchen we left for the mall.

Going Shopping

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He put me into the child's seat like I was dressed. With the ridiculous short-alls, the silly shoes and the childish t-shirt. But the worst thing was that I couldn't even free myself from the seat. Of course I tried to open the fastener of the child's seat with my mutilated hands, but once again I failed.

When he took me out of the child's seat at the mall, I was so nervous that I wet and messed myself. I couldn't control it at all. As soon as a little pee entered my bladder I flushed it into my diaper. And even worse, the same happened at my rear end.

He put me onto my feet, locked the car and took my hand. When we walked towards the mall I became even more nervous. When we passed other people I imagined that they could hear the crackling of my diaper and the plastic pants. And that they could smell the contents of my diaper. I could barely hold back the tears.

But the first person passing by barely noticed me.

"Didn't I tell you? You look like a normal eleven year old boy. And you are, in fact.", Daddy whispered into my ear after that person was out of earshot.

At that moment I didn't really know whether to be happy or to start crying. On one hand it was good that nobody noticed me wearing and, above all, using diapers. On the other hand it couldn't be good that nobody recognized the eighteen year old man I really was.

Both wasn't what I expected. The longer I thought about that it could only mean that I didn't have a chance to escape from that madhouse. Even if I escaped I'd be captured by the next best police officer and being brought home again. I wasn't able any more to tell the officer what he had done to me and who I really was.

I'd just stand in front of him and cry. The officer would then look up where I lived and bring me back to Daddy. And that would mean a really serious punishment.

That moment I realized that my situation was hopeless. No matter what I did, I totally depended on Daddy, well, besides a wonder.

Once again I felt tears welling up and was about to cry like a real baby. Daddy seemed to notice.

"Don't start crying now. Just be glad that no one has noticed yet that you messed your diaper. Believe me, they can smell it when they want to. No plastic pants are that good.", he hissed into my ear as we entered the mall.

That shut me up for good. He was right and he could do to me what he wanted. I would always be returned to him, no matter what I did. It made no sense to upset him.

While we went through the mall nobody seemed to notice a thing. This was quite frustrating, but on the other hand I was glad that nobody noticed my messy and wet diaper.

And I should have been happy that he didn't put me in the child's seat of the cart. I guessed that maybe I would fit inside.

While Daddy did the shopping I realized that I was just a normal eleven year old boy for everyone else.

I thought some people did notice something, but maybe that was only my imagination. Maybe it was because they stared a little too long at my padded behind. But nobody said a word.

The longer I thought about it, the clearer my situation became. Why the hell should they care about an eleven year old boy still wearing diapers? Even if they noticed, why should they care? It was unusual, for sure, but it could mean anything. Maybe it was a medical problem, or I was a little retarded. And in the end, why should they start a discussion about that on the grounds of a mere suspicion?

And maybe Daddy didn't hide my mutilated hands on purpose, as well as my toothless mouth.

Perhaps he counted on the people noticing, so they'd think that something terrible happened to me and I was a little insane because of that.

The more I thought about it, the more every detail fit together. In the end I was just a little, helpless and insane eleven year old boy who'd be returned to his father immediately when he got lost.

This meant that I was totally at his mercy. No matter what I did, I'd always be returned to him.

I realized this when we were waiting at the check-out counter. That moment I could barely hold back my tears.

"If you start crying now I'll ask the cashier for the key of the changing room.", Daddy hissed into my ear.

He had assessed the situation correctly. But I couldn't hold back my tears shortly before it was our turn.

The cashier was a very beautiful, young woman which I had asked for her phone number immediately if I hadn't been Eric, but my old self. And above all this she overheard our conversation.

She wrinkled her nose, looked at me and said with a voice so everyone else in the queue could hear it:

"Fortunately I have the key for the changing room."

Right that moment I lost the last bit of control I had left. With an audible fart I messed my diaper again. Without being able to do anything against it I messed and wet my diaper.

"Thank you. Now I'll need the key, that's for sure.", Daddy replied so everyone could hear.

"I'll just bring the stuff to the car. I'll be back shortly.", he added and took my hand.

"Of course. No problem.", she replied.

Out of shame, embarrassment and humiliation I desperately wanted to vanish into thin air. If I still were my old me, I'd ask her for her phone number and would've fucked the brains out of her, but instead I had to play Daddy's game and pretend that it was totally normal for him changing my diapers!

Tears were streaming down my face while he led me to the car.

"The cashier is really nice, isn't she?", he asked, just to tease me.

"YES!", I cried.

"And she knows about you and your messy diapers. Don't get your hopes up. I will ask her for the key. I don't care how may people are waiting at the checkout. No matter what you're thinking right now, how horny you are or how much you'd like to ask her out: for her you're only an eleven year old boy having a serious problem with bladder and sphincter control. It doesn't matter how hot she is.", he explained while he loaded the trunk.

Then he took my hand again and led me back in the mall.

"Back again. Could you please give me the key for the changing room?", he asked the cashier loudly so everyone could hear.

After that I imagined that everyone in the line stared at my padded behind.

Once again I wanted to vanish into thin air, but again, it didn't happen.

The key had a big diaper as a tally, and Daddy didn't even try to hide that, while he led me through the whole mall.

"Why do you do that to me?", I asked when we were alone in the changing room.

"So you'll never forget who you are. It's that simple. And when I return the key to the cashier, she'll know exactly what happened. I changed your dirty diapers, nothing more, nothing less. The important thing for you is to forget that you ever were a real man. You're my little Eric now, and you'll be Eric for the rest of your life.", he said.

Then he cleaned me up and we left the mall. Of course he returned the key to the same cashier, so she could see what happened.

"Thank you very much. The way home will be much more pleasant this way.", he said when he returned the key.

"No problem at all.", the cashier replied.

Finally we returned home. I longed for the security of the house, even if it was a prison for me. Never again I wanted to feel so utterly humiliated like today. It couldn't be real that an eighteen year old man messed and wet his diapers in front of a really hot cashier and got his diaper changed by his Daddy afterwards.

How did that happen? How could he do that to me? Once again I realized the hopelessness of my situation. Even if I could escape this house, I was still imprisoned in this body. There was no way out.

"I think now you've realized that you'll be my little Eric forever.", Daddy said when he saw the tears of desperation in my face.

He was right. It took me some time to realize that it was hopeless, but now I knew that I couldn't escape him. I was totally at his mercy.

"I guess that you wouldn't even leave me, even if I gave you a choice. You should have realized by now that you can't go anywhere. You can't even take care of yourself. You need to be looked after and cared for 24/7. Who'd change your dirty diapers or dress you?", he stated with incorruptible logic.

Once again I cried out loud as he rubbed in the evident.

"But don't worry. I'll be there for you. And I won't give you that choice to leave me. For that you're too valuable to me.", he added.

"But, as you know by now, you have to do your part to earn my care. Just be there for me when I need you. You're a quick learner, but you still have a lot to learn. But we'll work that out. I'm quite sure of that.", he went on.

I couldn't stop crying.

"I'm curious, though. If I gave you the choice to leave the car right now and promised that you'd never see me again, what would you do?", he asked.

I hated it when he asked such hypothetic questions. It was a lose-lose situation. If I answered the wrong way he'd punish me, that was for sure. The real question was: What is the right answer?

"No, Daddy.", I answered with a trembling voice.

"And you don't say that just to please me?", he inquired.

"No, Daddy. You're right! Where should I go? I'm totally dependent on your help!", I sobbed desperately.

This crowned everything! This was the most humiliating thing he could do to me. He just made me beg him to keep me!

But the real problem was that he was right! I couldn't leave him. I was totally dependent on him.

"Very well. So you've just learned a very important lesson. I didn't expect it to happen so fast, but then I didn't really leave you a choice, did I? I was just curious how long it would take you to realize.", he said satisfied.

Obviously my answer was the right one. Even if I humiliated myself and felt totally embarrassed, he wouldn't punish me.

Back at home he brought me in the kitchen and began to prepare the party.

"Maybe I should get me a maid that takes care of the house and you. A will-less piece of flesh having nothing else on her mind other than reading all wishes from my lips.", he murmured while he prepared the appetizers.

"There is still something like that?", I asked puzzled.

"Well, of course, nothing ordinary. There would be some work to do, but a nice, slender, feminine boy would do, I think. I would have to train him for sure.", he explained.

"A boy?"

"Of course. But he wouldn't stay male for long. It would take some hormones and some surgeries. After that he wouldn't really look male any more.", he said.

"But why this effort? Why don't get a woman in the first place?"

"Because I don't like women very much. They're too complicated. Some good friends of mine are women, like Barbara, but relationships with women don't work out for me. Maybe I'm too dominant, I don't know. But to train and educate a boy is fun. Not that they have a choice.", he explained further.

I immediately felt sorry for that person. Being turned into a woman against one's will was at least as bad as what he had done to me.

"I think I have to go searching again. I like the thought of having someone taking care of the house. And she can look after you when I'm not around.", he murmured.

After he finished the appetizers he brought me to my room.

"Since you're the guest of honor this evening, you have to look good.", he said and put me onto the changing table.

He undressed me and cleaned me up. My diaper was soaking wet again. I had given up even to try and control it. It was futile and didn't work.

Before he put me into clean diapers he unrolled a plastic sheet on the floor and put me onto it.

"I don't want to withhold your wonderful tattoos from my guests.", he said.

Then he left the room and returned with a digital cam.

"Since you'll be wearing diapers this evening and I won't hide that fact, I'll have to take photos from your cute ass and pee-pee.", he explained.

Then he took some pictures of me. First of my whole body, then close-ups of my hands, crotch and butt. He didn't stop until the card of the camera was filled.

During the photo shooting I had to pee badly.

"Daddy, I have to pee!", I whined but then it was already too late.

I heard the pee hitting the plastic sheet with a loud ripple. I began to cry out of frustration and desperation again.

This couldn't be real! I really tried to hold it back, but it simply wouldn't work! No matter how hard I tried, my bladder had its own will. I couldn't control myself any more. When I realized that I had to go it was already too late. I couldn't do anything about it. I could only let it happen and feel how the pee worked its way out.

He didn't care at all.

"Wonderful! These pictures are really hot! It couldn't be better. Crying like a baby and totally without control! My customers will definitely like that!", he cheered.

Then he put me back onto the changing table.

I could clearly see the bulge in his pants. That meant just one thing.

"You made me horny again. How do you do that?", he said grinningly.

Then I felt how my ass got tighter.

He fucked me in the ass again. It hurt like it did the first time. And I knew for sure that I wouldn't get used to this utterly humiliating feeling being used as a toy boy ever.

Once again I was a sobbing wreck when he was finished with me and I had to lick his dick clean.

Then he fiddled around in his pocket again and I felt my ass relax. It took him some time to recover from his orgasm. After that he deleted some pictures from the camera and took some from my asshole.

"I like this view. I'm getting horny again. Incredible, how my cum flows from your useless ass! I can't imagine how I could live without that before.", he said.

I felt something coming out of my ass without being able to do anything against it.

Then he dressed me. Once again I had to wear these silly short-alls, the white t-shirt and those ridiculous shoes.

"Perfect! This way I can show you off!", he said when he was finished.

"I'll go and take care of the guests. You stay here until I pick you up. I don't want to explain everything twice. I'll introduce you when all guests have arrived.", he explained.

"See you soon."

The Party

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While I was waiting for Daddy picking me up I heard the doorbell ring several times. I didn't even remotely know what to expect. But I was quite sure that I wouldn't like it.

I didn't know whether to be afraid or not. But then I had no choice. I had to do what Daddy expected from me. I wasn't able to make my own decisions any more.

When Daddy picked me up I was quite afraid and messed my diaper.

"No need to be afraid. They're all wonderful people!", he said grinningly.

"As wonderful as you?", I slipped.

"Exactly. I'll take that as a compliment. It was one, wasn't it?", he asked sharply.

"Yes, Daddy!", I said with tears in my eyes.

"I thought so. Don't start crying now. You should look best when I introduce you.", he added.

I managed to hold back the tears. He lead me into a part of the house I hadn't seen before.

"Behave now!", he said sharply as we stood before a closed door.

Then he opened the door and led me into the room.

"My friends, let me introduce to you my newest creation: Eric!", he shouted and pointed both his hands at me.

The room was a rather large hall being filled with a bunch of rather strange people. Most of them were men, but there also were some women. I immediately recognized Barbara in the crowd. Some of the men were dressed completely in leather, others were dressed quite ordinarily.

Almost every man had a slave. Some knelt at the feet of their master, and some stood behind their master. Some slaves had a metal collar around their neck attached to which was a chain held by the master. And all of the slaves looked rather unhappy. I wasn't able to look all of them in the eyes, because some looked at the floor. But all those eyes I could look into showed clearly that they didn't choose their life as slave.

I guessed that they were Daddy's creations.

Then I saw a maid roaming the hall with a tablet full of drinks. She was unbelievable! She had giant tits with pierced nipples. Her waist was incredibly small and flared out into a huge ass. Her legs seemed to be endless and she wore shoes with really high heels. I wondered how she could even walk in them.

But as I took a closer look I realized that she didn't really wear shoes. She had metal discs under her toes being held in place by metal rings around her toes. And those incredibly high heels disappeared right into her feet! The heels seemed to be implanted into her feet!

Then I looked into her face. Despite her constant smile I could tell the it didn't express her real mood. She seemed to be as miserable as sin. She had big, blue eyes with a whorish make-up. Her lips were full, pouty and deeply red. This whole appearance screamed: "Let me give you a blow job".

Though I knew that she definitely didn't look that way by her own choice I became horny instantly. I couldn't control it. She looked like my dream woman. These extraordinary tits and her cute face were just gorgeous. Every man would get horny seeing her.

My problem was that I couldn't release this desire any more. I became horny as hell, but nothing happened in my diaper. Absolutely nothing moved down there. By now I should feel a huge boner in my diaper, but nothing happened. I nearly began to cry when I realized that I peed my diaper instead.

I stared at her and began to rub my diaper. But again nothing happened. I rubbed harder, but it was futile. Nothing stirred down there. Absolutely nothing. My tiny dick stayed as tiny as it was. I didn't even feel the beginning of an erection, no matter how hard I rubbed.

"... and of course his only purpose is to please me. He can't cum any more, like a real eleven year not having started puberty. As you can see right now. Eric, behave yourself!", I heard Daddy say.

Only then I realized that I tried to masturbated in front of all this people!

"As you can see further, he seems to like women. I guess you enjoyed the sight of our maid for this evening. By the way, her name is Chrissie. I'll introduce you to her later.", Daddy explained as I pulled my hand from my diaper appalled.

"I hope that this was the first and last time you slipped this evening. Otherwise I'll have to punish you harshly.", Daddy scolded.

While Daddy explained about my features further, I let my eyes wander again.

Then I saw a creature at the feet of his master. I didn't believe my eyes and was scared to death immediately. How could someone do such a thing to another human?

This creature resembled a dog. A dog formed from a human body.

His mouth wasn't a mouth any more, it was more like a muzzle. His mouth had been elongated into a snout and had a round opening at the end. I guessed that his master's dick fit perfectly into that hole.

Above the snout he had two round spiracles which once were his nose. His nose was completely missing. His snout started where it once had been.

I looked into very troubled, deeply miserable and blue eyes leaving no doubt that he didn't choose his predicament. But the snout wasn't the worst.

His arms had been amputated at the elbows, and his knees at the knees. He had been transformed into a true quadruped! And there was something attached to his stubs that closely resembled paws.

Between his legs I recognized a rather large and and elongated scrotum, but there was no trace of a penis!

And at his tail bone small dog tail protruded from his body.

And of course he had a steel dog collar around his neck, with a leash attached to it being held by his master.

This had to be a very bad dream. How could someone do such a thing so someone else? I was quite sure that this creature was Daddy's work. The longer I thought about it I considered me lucky that he didn't do anything like that to me!

"... and of course he is at everyone's service this evening. You may also use his cute little ass, but when you do I have to insist that you clean him up before and diaper him again afterwards. Otherwise it could get quite messy. As I said, he can't control himself anymore. Otherwise: have fun today!", I heard Daddy say.

Then the crowd applauded.

"For you that means to read everyone's wish from their lips. If they want you to give them a blow job or lick them out, you'll do it without hesitation. If they want to fuck you, you'll bring them to your room so they can change you afterwards. You don't hesitate or show the slightest sign of disobedience, is that understood?", Daddy said.

Of course that wasn't a question, it was an order. Of course I understood.

"Yes, Daddy.", I whined.

"Good, then let me introduce you to Chrissie and his master. You seem to like her.", he said and approached a man dressed in leather completely.

"Hello, John! How are you?"

"Very good, thank you. Your little Eric here is a real piece of art. Very well done! Congratulations!"; he replied.

"Thank you. I'm quite thrilled myself."

"Well, I really like this ring for the asshole. But do you really have to make them incontinent for that? My Chrissie has become quite loose recently. So I'm interested.", asked John.

"Yes, unfortunately, if you want it perfect. I know, this incontinence thing isn't really nice, though it was quite convenient in my case. Well, I'm still working on that. But there are alternatives: How about a butt plug? Your Chrissie would feel it with every move she makes, always being reminded to what she really is. The plug has to be rather large, but with the ring that wouldn't be a problem at all. She'd always as tight as you want and love her.", Daddy explained.

"Hm, I haven't thought about it this way, but I like it. That would make her even more dependent on me. And from time to time I plug her anyway, so no big deal there. She'd just have to wear it 24/7. Nice idea!", John replied.

"How about you ask her what she thinks about it.", Daddy said.

"Good idea. I guess she'll love it.", John stated and grinned broadly.

Then he picked a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. It seemed that all of Daddy's creations where remote controlled. It didn't take her long to join us.

"You called for me, master?", she cheeped.

Her voice was ridiculously high. That couldn't be natural.

"Of course I did. How would you like such a ring like our little Eric is blessed with?", John asked.

I could see the horror in her eyes, but she didn't stop smiling.

"It would be a pleasure, master!", she said still smiling.

She was well trained. I guessed it had something to do with excruciating pain.

"Good, then I'll make an appointment with the Doctor. I have to say, you're not as tight as you once were. But that will be fixed soon.", John explained.

"Thank you, master! I can't live with the thought that you aren't satisfied with me any more!", she bleeped.

"Very well. Now go and take care of the customers.", John ordered.

"Yes, master.", she said and disappeared with the tablet again.

John stared at her while she left, and I could see a bulge form in his pants.

"I still can't believe that this piece of shit once was a man. Great work you did there. I'm still wondering how you did that. I bet he didn't expect that when he signed his freedom away to me.", John said casually.

"Does it matter how I did it if you have fun with her?", Daddy asked.

"Chrissie once was a man?", I asked unbelievingly.

"Of course. But John had other ideas. Chrissie thought she'd agree to a normal master/slave relationship. Unfortunately she made a big mistake there. John asked me what I could do with him and you can see the result.", Daddy explained.

"Exactly. I like women's bodies, but I don't like women themselves very much. They're too complicated. I prefer a personal slave exactly fitting my needs.", John added.

"But he looks so feminine...", I said.

"Of course, but rest assured, he still has his balls. He's missing his useless prick, unfortunately for him, but instead of that he got a vagina. And he's keeping John very happy with his cunt, doesn't she?", Daddy explained.

"A real vagina?", I asked still not getting it.

"Sure. I bet he didn't even dream of that. Like he didn't think that he'd once have such beautiful feet.", Daddy added.

"What did you do to his feet?", I asked.

"Well, I attached the heels directly to the bones in his feet. It wasn't easy, but it was definitely worth it. He won't get rid of these high heels, unless he amputates his feet."

"Precisely. An ingenious idea. But before I let you put Chrissie under again, I'd like to check what I'm buying. May I?", John asked.

"Of course. Don't hesitate. But as I said, I'm afraid you have to diaper him again. But if he didn't mess himself you may reuse the old diaper.", Daddy said.

"Good, I can live with that. Did you mess your diaper, Eric?", John asked me.

"No!", I whined.

"Good. I'm really excited!"

"Let me bring you both into his room. Please be so kind and return him when you're finished. He's totally stranded and utterly helpless without an adult around. I can't have him wander the house alone.", Daddy explained.

"Of course, no problem."

Then Daddy led John and me to my room. John put me on the changing table and undressed me after Daddy left.

When I laid totally naked on the changing table he pressed the button on the remote control. Once again I felt my asshole getting tighter.

"These tattoos are really hot. Maybe Chrissie should have such, also. I like them.", he grunted.

Then he put me into position and pushed his quite large dick up my ass. He fucked the brains out of me and enjoyed it big time. When he was finished I licked his dick clean without him saying a word. By now that happened automatically.

"Good boy! You are indeed incredible. Your Daddy didn't exaggerate!", he murmured while I did my job.

Then he diapered me again and led me back to the hall.

"And, how did he behave? And more important, how did he perform?", Daddy asked.

"Perfect! As always you've trained him well. He even licked my dick clean without saying a word. You get the job. I'll tell Chrissie right away.", John replied and fiddled around with his own remote.

Again it didn't take Chrissie long to join us.

"You called for me, master?", she bleeped again.

"I have decided to let Dr. Slayter do the procedure. You'll get a ring around your asshole, also. This way you can serve me even better.", John said.

"Thank you, master!", she replied.

I looked her in the eyes while she said that and could see that she was terrified by that thought, even though she was smiling.

"Very well. I didn't expect anything else. But there's one thing I hope you won't mind. It means that you'll have to wear a huge butt plug for the rest of your life. But that won't be a problem, will it?", he added.

"No master, I'm really excited about that!", she cheeped, though I could see in her eyes that she was truly horrified.

"Good. Then take care of the guests again. Get you gone!"

"Yes, master!", she said, still smiling and disappeared in the crowd.

"Good. I'll call you to make an appointment. I'd appreciate it if it wouldn't take too long."

"No problem. I'll expect your call. Then we'll can get it done inside one week.", Daddy replied.

Then John left.

"What did you do to Chrissie's face? I could see that she's scared to death!", I asked.

"Quite simple. She can only smile like an air-headed bimbo. I've modified the muscles in her face in such a way that she isn't capable to express any other facial expression any more. Just grinning.", he explained.

Just thinking about that made me wince.

"But now that you know Chrissie and her master, let me introduce you to Maggie and his master.", Daddy said.

"Aside from you Maggie is my masterpiece."

Then he went towards the man with this dog like creature at his feet.

"Hello, Lee, how are you?", Daddy greeted him.

"Fine, thank you."

"And how is my Maggie?", Daddy asked.

"Way too fine for such a treacherous piece of shit. But I think he has learned his lesson, don't you?", Lee said.

Hereupon Maggie grunted and pushed her snout into Lee's crotch.

"It seems she needs some attention. Would you like to feel a hard, thick, throbbing real man's dick into your cunt? Or in your ass? Or your snout?", Lee said.

Maggie whined shortly like she was in pain, but still sniffed at Lee's crotch.

"Good girl. But you'll have to wait a little until it's your turn.", Lee said.

I wondered why he called him girl. I pulled my hand from Daddy's and took a look at Maggie's behind. He had a vagina between his balls and his asshole! And he even had a clitoris!

What did Daddy do to him?

I couldn't resist and touched her clitoris and this quite misplaced sac. The sac didn't fit the picture at all. As I touched her, the whole body immediately began to tremble, and then she howled out shortly again.

"Eric, where are you manners?", Daddy scolded.

"Sorry, Daddy.", I cried and returned to his side.

"What did you do to him?", I dared to ask.

"This piece of shit tried to betray his master. And now he's paying the price. It thought it could behave like a bitch, and so I turned it into one.", Daddy said.

"Exactly. It is getting what it deserves.", Lee added.

"Actually, I didn't do very much to him. As you can see, it can only crawl on all fours in front of his master, but that's only natural for such low beings. I gave it a real snout perfectly fitting the dick of his master. And Lee was so kind to grant him a real cunt. For that I needed something to work with, so it's pathetic dick had to go, unfortunately. Because of this, it won't cum ever again in his life, just like you. A pity it was allowed to keep it's balls.", Daddy explained further.

"Exactly. This piece of shit is now stuck in super horny mode forever and can't wait to give me a blow job. That's what she likes most. But she also likes to feel me inside her other orifices. She's a true whore, now. And she really deserves it. I'm still wondering how he got the idea trying to betray me.", Lee said.

"Well, now Maggie knows the price for that, don't you?", he said to her and stroked her head.

She howled again and I saw tears forming in her eyes.

"I have to admit, this ring sounds quite exciting. But I don't like the incontinence.", Lee said.

In that moment I saw sheer horror in Maggie's eyes.

"I have to admit, the incontinence is a problem. But how about a butt plug? It just has to be big enough. And our Maggie is well trained, isn't she? She only shits into her cage or when you allow it, right?", Daddy replied.

"There you're right. And a butt plug isn't such a bad idea. You'll get used to it, won't you, Maggie?", he asked her.

Maggie cried from sheer horror and I could see the fear in her eyes.

"I didn't expect anything else. I bet you're looking forward to that.", John said after this little outcry.

"But I'd like to have a test ride before I order it. May I?", he asked Daddy.

"Of course. Eric is pleased to help you with that, aren't you? But as I said, I have to insist that you diaper him afterwards. But in your case I'd make an exception and do it for you.", Daddy offered.

"No, thank you. I just want to feel what I buy."

"Very well, then have fun!"

Then Daddy led me to my room again and left me with a complete stranger.

He used me like a piece of flesh and fucked me real hard. After his penetrations I cried like a baby, but he didn't care. He was quite pleased with me and took me back to the hall.

"Thank you for watching Maggie. He was outright incredible. I really want that for her. You have the order. And if her ass stays so unbelievably tight forever I have to think about her cunt again. I can't see that she still needs one under that circumstances. But I think you can help me with that.", he said to Daddy when he brought me back.

Once again I could see sheer horror in Maggie's eyes and she cried again.

"You see, she also likes that thought.!", John mocked and stroked her head.

"Good, then we should make an appointment soon.", Daddy replied.

"Exactly. Can't you see the joy in Maggie's eyes? She can't await it." John grinned.

I could read the exact opposite in Maggie's eyes, but then she also had no choice. Just like me. And she didn't choose this life, either.

Then John turned away and tugged at Maggie's leash.

"Well, Maggie really is a masterpiece of mine. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to walk upright any more. I changed her joints permanently. It's physically impossible for her now. And I think I did rather good with the snout, don't you? She'll be a bitch in heat for the rest of her life.", Daddy explained as John went away.

I was used as a sperm deposit all evening long. I was fucked by nearly everyone in the hall. Daddy introduced me to everyone, and every single of them wanted to get a test ride on me.

Well, all but the women. I was quite surprised when Barbara asked Daddy if she could take me to my room. I thought I had to lick her out, but instead she fisted me. And that was even more painful than being fucked. When all guests were gone, sperm was constantly flowing out of my ass.

Even Daddy was turned down when he saw that. He prepared me for the night and put me into my own bed. He didn't want to have me near him this night.

Epilogue

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All that happened five years ago. I am still his little Eric. I haven't cum or even felt a trace of an approaching orgasm since. I'm constantly horny like hell. It doesn't help at all that Daddy fucks me or sometimes plays with my tiny penis. I'm constantly feeling this pressure and desire, and I can't do anything against it.

I'm still not used to messing and wetting my diaper. And I'm still not used to the fact that I'm totally helpless without him and completely dependent on him. I can't even change my own diaper without him.

Meanwhile Daddy has trained me to swallow his piss, even though I can clearly remember that I vowed never ever to do that. But I vowed so much...

I am Daddy's little Eric, and nothing will change that. Well, except he's displeased with my services and sells me...