Mistmane56 - DoubleDiaperedthem17

Your nephew said he'd tell your brother that you tried to have sex with him if you didn't do everything he said. So there you were, a grown man, servicing your nephew's stinking sweaty socked feet for his sadistic bully amusement. He came over to your house every weekend to make you do this and then started inviting his friends over and hang out at your house, and sometimes he'd make you sniff and service their sweaty socked feet too. High school bullies are so cruel. And because you're a faggot they enjoyed it even more. Sometimes they'd be gaming or watching TV, drinking beer and smoking weed they made you buy for them, and used your face and body as their footstool for their big sweaty socked feet. You were humiliated but what could you do. If your nephew lied to your brother about sexually molesting him, he'd kill you, or at the very least you'd end up in jail, because you know that all his buddies would say they saw you do it. So, you accepted that you were your nephew's, and of his buddies, sock slave. Your pathetic fag life has come to this.

Can someone do this to me

The woods, once a place of escape, now felt like a cruel stage, the dampness a blatant testament to my failure. The denim clung to my skin, cold and heavy, the telltale stain a silent scream of my humiliation. I tried to hide it, to pretend that nothing was amiss, but the warmth, the stickiness, it was a reminder that my control had slipped, had completely abandoned me in the middle of nowhere.

The walk back had been a torturous ordeal, each step a reminder of my public defeat. I needed comfort, I needed solace, I needed to get home. The thought of the soft, familiar embrace of my bed was my only motivator.

And when I finally made it, I made the decision to embrace it, and not hide it. I pulled off the soaked fabric and reached for what I really needed, what I truly craved. Then, I saw it. The fire truck pattern seemed almost mocking at first, a childish display on a grown man's diaper, but as I pulled it on, I felt it, the relief, the comfort, the unspoken promise that this was okay, it was me.

I sighed, my body finally at ease, the soft fabric a protective barrier against the world's gaze. This was me, the truth I had tried to hide. And now, finally, I was home, and I was safe.

I disagree with whoever let him outta bed without a diaper and a fitting cage on

If my hot friend would do this to me I'd be happy

Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue. 

Call me them qll please

Cute names to call your little (Boy)

Darling – If he is the sweetest person around.

Babe – A classic. Short yet sweet.

Champ – If he is a champion in your eyes.

Love – If he is too dear to your heart.

Hot stuff – If he is irresistible.

Apple – If he is the apple of your eye.

Iron man – If he is your super hero.

Big Guy – If huge and powerful.

Captain – If he is the captain of your ship.

Cuddly – If he loves to cuddle.

Everything – “My everything” expresses the love you have for him.

Good-Looking – This one is a major ego-booster.

Hero – If he is heroic and brave.

Honey – Another classic.

Hun – For your sweetie-pie.

Knight – If he is your knight in shining armor.

Hunk – If he is brawny.

Hercules – If your guy is strong and buffy.

Jock – For a sports lover.

Kiddo – For an adorable one.

Giggles – As he is giggly and hysterical.

Fruit loops – For someone who is weird and bizarre in his ways.

Sugar Lips – Has luscious, kissable lips.

Super star – A star in your eyes.

Teddy Bear – For someone who is cuddly.

Tiger – If he is fierce and wild.

Wonder boy – Mr. Smarty pants.

Pumpkin – If he is sweet and bright as a pumpkin.

Romeo – For your romantic, starry-eyed Little.

Rock star – If your Little is a musician.

Prince Charming –  If he is a Disney fanatic 

Hugster – For a little who is a hugger and who you long to hug back.

Shy Guy – If he is shy and an introvert.

I wish it was me

Dumb baby had to go back to daycare.

You know that you do...

The only birthday event I want next year is to wake up with my whole room changed into a nursery while I was asleep, my clothes now babyish my underwear now thick diapers, and my electronics still there (please). I'd love to be a big baby who still has their electronics cause if my friends Online