Your Nephew Said He'd Tell Your Brother That You Tried To Have Sex With Him If You Didn't Do Everything

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.

What I Want

I want to be treated like a little boy.

I want you to help me pick out what to wear, and put on my clothes.

I want you to ask me if I have to potty, because little boys don’t always remember to stop when they’re playing.

I want you to ask me which superhero is on my underwear today, and wonder out loud whether they’ll have to fight the Evil Pee Monster.

I want you to check and make sure that my pants aren’t wet every so often.

I want you to gasp loudly and say, “uh-oh!” when you find I couldn’t stay dry.

I want you to take me by the hand to go change into something dryer, and more appropriate.

I want you to gently but firmly make me put on my pull-ups that you brought with against my protests.

I want you to reassure me that it’s ok to have accidents sometimes, that’s just what little boys do.

I want you to give me my paci to calm me down when I fuss about my new, thicker underwear.

I want you to help me take my pants off so you can check my pull-ups when we get home.

I want you to ask me when my pull-ups got wet ,and how, and why didn’t I say anything to you.

I want you to take me over your lap when I admit I didn’t even try to make it to the potty.

I want you to pull down my wet pull-ups and spank me while commenting on how disappointed you are that I don’t seem to care about not going pee pee in my pants.

I want you to hold me close, and gently rub my red bottom and tell me it’s ok while I cry softly into your chest.

I want you to stand up and tell me that it’s bedtime, and therefore diaper time.

I want you to drag me away while I protest that I don’t need diapers, and it’s still daylight outside.

I want you to ask me if I’ve already forgotten my sore bottom, since backtalk results in spankings.

I want you to lay me down on the diapers you laid out and powder and lotion my bottom.

I want you to tell me that I must be a very little boy indeed to still need diapers at my age.

I want you to ask me if I secretly wanted to be back in diapers when you see how turned on I’ve become.

I want you to tease me about my diapers getting wet during the night while you tape me securely into them.

I want you to give me my paci and cuddle me, and call me little one, and pat and rub my bottom while telling me that you don’t mind that I’m just a little boy, even when I’m naughty.

I want you to tell me that if I’m a good boy tonight and wet my diapers, maybe you’ll give me an extra special change only for really good boys in the morning.

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mistmane56

1 year ago

I really am and do