Why Can't I Find A Sexy Young Black Alpha To Fulfill All My Wildest Fantasies!?

Too big and too idle

He just lets it flow

So you take back control

That's it BABY feel the warmth growing in your Nappies as you piss yourself like the little baby you are now

Are there any gay guys around 18-27 looking for a long term relationship around Cornell university?? Dm me if so

I really am and do

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I sat with my friends at the table in their home, we planned going out to a party in the evening together, hiving a coffee and talking. As so many times we talked about bondage, the fun we have with different guys in different situations. i liked everything lockable, it is more definite, harder if at all possible to get out, while they enjoyed anything that restrains, one of them especially does enjoy mummification with duct tape.

i mentioned that tape has its charm, but is just too easy to break, it may take effort, but one always finds a way to rip it nevertheless. they did not agree, done well, done right, using proper duct tape and not cheap packing tape, they insisted it can be just as inescapable. since i refused to agree however, they dared me to give it a try.

we still had a few hours before going to the party and they agreed that it would not be a full mummification with layers, but just tape to gag me, tie my arms and legs, and then i could proof them wrong. no way i skip a dare, regardless of what it will end up with (big flaw of myself), so of course i agreed to it.

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He doesn't let fags anywhere near His cock. He has plenty of chicks to take care of that. but He finds it funny to watch a pathetic queer loser slobber all over His feet after He's been walking around barefoot all day.

He’s even got the neighbors 23 year old son checking in with Him through text message several times a day to make sure His feet are clean enough. He usually just ignores the text, only responding when His feet are truly filthy; and in those instances the fag rushes over eagerly to devour the filth from the bottoms of His massive feet.

It all started as a joke. The little fag couldn’t stop staring whenever He’d kick His feet up on the porch, and the Man was starting to notice it. After noticing the fag’s staring a few times, the Man called out jokingly one tipsy night “why don’t you come over here and kiss them since you’re so captivated by them”

And the rest was history. He knew He had the bitch by the balls when he first walked up the stairs and leaned in to kiss His big, stinking feet. It wasn’t sexual for Him, but He did enjoy it in a non sexual way. Once the Man had the fag’s brain hooked on His feet, He ordered a small, cheap chastity belt off the internet and demanded the bitch put it on if he wanted to continue being allowed to worship. The fag, desperate to secure his place at His addicting feet, put it on without a second thought, and the Man kept the keys.

He never really told the fag, but He had absolutely zero intention of ever letting him free from his metal cage. It was so effortless, stealing the young fag’s sexuality from him at age 18, and then constantly dangling His feet in his helpless face. The bitch had asked a few different times to have it taken off, if only for 10 minutes, but the Man insisted that if He took it off He would have to move away and never let the fag see His feet again. He had complete control of his mind, making him stay at home living with his parents where it’s cheaper so that he could send more of his paycheck to Him. The fag lived on a very strict budget, ensuring that he could send as much money as possible to the Man next door who kept a close eye on his finances. It was the perfect win- extra money for doing nothing, the thrill of controlling another man, and there was something particularly amusing about watching his eyes glaze over whenever he would lick His feet. It was the only ‘sex’ the fag would ever know, and boy did he enjoy it!

The Man knew he would own this faggot for as long as He wanted to, and his parents didn’t seem to mind him living at home, so there was no foreseeable obstacle anywhere in the future. The Man smirked when His phone lit up beside Him on the table. “New Message from Forever Virgin”

‘Sir, may I please offer my cleaning services to You and Your perfect Feet?’ He clicked the reply button and lit up a joint, eagerly waiting for the sick little fuck to come in and serve his filthy purpose at the bottoms of His cruel and taunting feet.

cw: ab/dl, md/lb, humiliation,

"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."

My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.

Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.

I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.

Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.

"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"

He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."

"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"

"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.

"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.

He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.

"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."

He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.

"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"

He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.

"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.

"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.

"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"

"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.

"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.

"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.

"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"

I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.

"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.

"What Mommy?"

"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.

"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."

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"You lost our bet, so now you are mine for a month." Danny spoke while pointing his socked foot towards his tiny friend on the floor.

Greg had made a bet with Danny on who was stronger. The loser would get shrunken down to size and belong to the winner for a month as his toy. Danny completely bet him in the weight class, showing that he was much stronger than him. He reluctantly admitted defeat and let himself get shrunken down to just 3" tall.

"I know I lost our bet. But it's only for one month anyway." Greg spoke, wishing he had won. Looking up at his friend's giant foot made him feel extremely small.

"It might not be as much fun for you, though." Danny smiled. "Some time in my shoe under my foot might having you wish you were stronger." He laughed as he reached down and picked up tiny Greg. He dangled him over his shoe and then dropped him in. He tilted his shoe so that he was at the toe end.

Greg saw the massive socked foot coming towards him, blotting out the last of light he could see. There was no way out as massive socked toes covered him and began to play with him by flipping him over and over.

Danny found it a little fun playing with his friend as a tiny toy under his toes. He could tell it really was going to be a fun month for him. He might have to bring his toy to every work or wherever he is wearing any of his shoes, for that matter.