The Second Stop

"Let’s sit on the bench over there," Harlow said. "I’ll let you to take a picture of my ID so you can send it to a friend and they’ll know where you are."

That kind of precautionary measure was hardly the topic of sexy online stories, but Harlow was a stickler for making sure that people engaged in safe habits.

Campbell read through the ID with roaring curiosity. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Harlow, details nobody ever thought to ask about because it never really mattered.

"Your middle name is Emery?" Campbell asked. "What kind of middle name is that?"

"I mean, my first name is Harlow..." Harlow shrugged.

"Good point." Campbell took a picture and sent it to a friend online, another one of the friends he had never met in person. Then he gave Harlow his license back. Harlow tucked his ID into his wallet and put his wallet away, then he took Campbell by the hand in a firm embrace and began to lead him down the train platform.

"It’s about a ten minute walk to Daddy’s house, buuut… accounting for your waddling, and you probably needing Daddy to piggyback you half the way, it’ll probably be close to fifteen. Are you warm enough? Do you wanna wear Daddy’s hoodie?"

"I'm alright," Campbell promised. The sun was still out - just barely - and the temperature hadn't dropped yet.

The pair walked along a busy street for a little while, then turned onto the sidewalks of some side-streets. Harlow didn't live in a very busy neighborhood, much to Campbell's relief. But by the time they turned on Harlow's street, Campbell was starting to realize that Daddy's teasing wasn't unfounded. Without the anxiety of people around, his attention turned to his own waddling. The diaper really did make it harder to walk, and he found himself lagging behind once or twice.

"You know, maybe I should get you a stroller if we’re going to go on longer walks together?" Harlow suggested. "I know you’ll be a bit blushy at first, but once people see your diaper I think they’ll all understand why you’re in a stroller."

"I don't need a stroller," Campbell pouted, but with every step that resolve seemed to falter. A stroller sounded kind of nice to Campbell right then...

Harlow and Campbell stopped outside a house. It was a picituresque bungalow, with a veranda that ran from the front around the sides. Not a huge place by any means, but Harlow lived alone and it was plenty enough for that purpose. His Vespa-style motor scooter sat around one side on a part of the veranda that he’d built a little ramp up to so he could store it outside.

"What do ya think?" Harlow asked, somewhere between proud and anxious. His house wasn't the rich-ABDL-Daddy aesthetic, but it was his. Truthfully, a small part of him was worried that his lifestyle might not be enough for Campbell. But for Campbell, just about any lifestyle was enough.

"I like it a lot!" Campbell said happily. "I like it even more that you live alone."

"It does allow for a lot of freedom, like bringing cute boys home."

Harlow unlocked the front door and motioned Campbell inside. His house smelled really nice, like blackberry scented candles. Although Harlow wasn’t what anybody would describe as a neat-freak, he did keep things tidy.

"Living room is to the left," he prompted, closing the door behind the two of them.

Notably, the living room didn’t have a TV; it did have two very nice matching leather sofas, and a perfectly sized oval oak-stained coffee table. But probably most surprising for a man his age was the fact that he had decor, and it was all tasteful. Pictures, shelves, accessories to bring it all together. Maybe, given the gay boy stereotype, it wasn’t surprising. Harlow didn’t know - he was pan, anyway. But this was his house, and he was proud of it.

"Jeeze, you own all this...?" Harlow was only three years older than Campbell, but he had made it a lot higher up the ladder of life accomplishments. Campbell was immediately relieved that he didn't invite Harlow back to his apartment.

"It’s mostly from thrift stores and college dorm sales, honestly," Harlow laughed. "Shop smarter, not harder, right? I used to do that kind of thing in MMOs and doing it in real life is pretty much the same."

Harlow wasn’t the sort to brag, though, and so he shifted the topic away from his possessions.

"Take a seat! Do you want something to drink?"

"Oh, uh... water, I guess?" Campbell never knew if "something to drink" meant alcohol or not. He didn't drink anymore, not after one too many bad nights in college. And it was probably too late for coffee.

Campbell sat awkwardly on the sofa, kicking his feet against the carpet. It was a little demystifying, seeing Harlow's home. Not in a bad way, but... everything suddenly felt more real. Like Harlow was a real person, and not just a guy on the internet he happened to have a crush on. A guy who had diapered him in the family bathroom at the mall like this was a kink story. Sitting on the sofa, all that banter felt miles away, like it was with a different person.

Harlow was only in the kitchen for a minute or two, and when he came back to hand the drink to Campbell he had that silly proud smile as he watched Campbells face.

Processing. Loading. Processing.

Campbell was holding a blue sippie cup with sharks printed on the blue-tinted plastic.

"I dun need a sippie cup," Campbell argued, because he always argued online over silly stuff like that. And because it was really unexpected that Harlow even had a sippie cup! It was certainly purchased for Campbell, just like the diaper bag, just like the diaper. It wasn't hard to see how invested Harlow was in Campbell's little kink.

"Oh, you need a baba instead? Here I was thinking that my little diaper boy was a big kid." Harlow was really good at teasing.

"No... I am a big kid..." Campbell pouted and reached for the sippie cup, but Harlow pulled it away.

"Ah, ah. What do you say?"

"Daddy..." Campbell whined. "That's not fair. You probably don't even have a baby bottle!"

"Do you want to take that chance?" Harlow smirked.

Campbell crossed his arms and took a moment to think about that. Online, Campbell would fold. Obviously there was always a grown-up sized baby bottle in an imaginary space. But this was different... this, Campbell might actually be able to win. He just had to gamble that Harlow hadn't over-prepared.

And why would he? What if he didn't like Campbell? What if the date was a bust? Harlow would be stuck with all this baby stuff and nothing to do with it. So Campbell took his shot.

"I dun need a sippie cup," Campbell said again. Then he held his breath.

"Alright little man, Daddy will go make you a baba instead."

Harlow didn’t even skip a beat. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. But as he walked away, toward the kitchen, he counted silently in his head for how long it would take Campebll to get up and waddle after him.

One… two… three… four…

"Wait!" Campbell stumbled to his feet and hurried after his Daddy. He couldn't be entirely sure that Harlow had a bottle for him, but his confidence shed a lot of doubt on Campbell's gambit. Harlow turned around and tilted his head.

"You wanted something?" Harlow asked sweetly.

"...that," Campbell muttered, pointing at the sippie cup.

"Hm? What was that?"

"I want... my sippie cup..." Campbell blushed.

"But I thought you were a big boy who didn't use sippie cups," Harlow repeated Campbell's words back at him. Campbell shrunk down into himself and shyly looked at his feet.

"I'm not... um... I'm not a big boy..."

"That’s right, Crinkle Bell, you’re not a big boy at all. You’re Daddy’s little baby boy. And I think now that we’re home together, we need to make a little adjustment, don’t you?"

Harlow handed his baby the sippie cup, but then once his own hands were free, he pulled the boy close to him and began to unfasten his jeans. It was a crime for a diaper to be covered up inside the house, after all. Those were Campbell’s words from a conversation that they’d had online, and the diapered boy had a lot of opinions and fantasies that Harlow had committed to memory.

"Um... that's not really necessary..." Campbell tried to argue, but admitting he wasn't a big boy had already dropped him into a submissive headspace. He held the sippie cup with both hands while his Daddy unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his feet, prompting him to step out. Once he was pantsless, Harlow folded the jeans over his arm and led Campbell back into the living room. In nothing but his shirt and a diaper, Campbell's resistance was shattered.

When Harlow got to the living room, he put the folded jeans on the arm of one of his sofas, and then he sat on the other. When Campbell looked from one sofa to the other, with blush red cheeks and a diaper that wouldn’t stop crinkling, Daddy made his wishes clear.

"Come sit on Daddy’s lap, Tiny Bell. Daddy will hold your sippie for you; you’re too little."

"I dun... um..." Campbell tried to come up with some excuse, but Daddy waved him over. With a bit of resignation and a lot of anticipation, he toddled over to Daddy. Harlow lowered Campbell down onto his lap, causing his diaper to crinkle, and took the sippie cup from his hands. On Harlow's lap, Campbell was actually taller than him.

Harlow had, admittedly, never fed someone a bottle. Or a sippie cup. But he’d roleplayed it a lot with Campbell, but there were some things that didn't translate perfectly from the internet to real life. It seemed like sitting on a grown man's lap and letting him feed you a sippie cup was one of those things. Harlow tried to cradle Campbell in his arms a few different ways, until finally he found a comfortable position. Campbell was a little slouched down, and his bottom was almost entirely off Harlow's lap, but his head fit perfectly in the crook of his arm and holding the sippie cup felt easy and natural.

As they worked their way through different poses, Campbell's anxiety began to rise. He felt like maybe he was too big to be a little boy, or that their online games weren't things they could do in real life. But once he found that spot in Harlow's arms, everything felt right again. It felt good. It felt easy. And he felt small.

It wasn’t only Campbell who’d been anxious, either. Harlow - to whom this was a new thing - was worried about his own ability to perform in the role. But things had worked out well. Harlow stroked Campbell’s hair with his free hand, and shared some praise out loud.

"There’s a good boy. It’s hard to find a good spot on a new sofa, but you did great. Daddy’s proud. This is where you belong. In diapers, in my arms, and all mine."

Campbell mewed behind the spout of the sippie cup, but he didn't argue. He didn't say anything at all. His eyes fluttered closed and he sipped his water until the whole cup was gone. When Daddy sat up him up again, it felt like the whole world was underwater. Like he was at the bottom of that sippie cup, after Daddy had filled it.

"You’ve had an awful big day, for such an adorable little boy. Let’s go to Daddy’s room and we’ll cuddle up so you can take a well earned nap."

No question marks. No questioning infections. This was what Daddy said and what Daddy said was what good boys did. Campbell was a good boy.

"But... um..." A nap? Campbell didn't want to take a nap! He didn't want to waste any time with his Daddy! But Campbell knew that a part of being a little boy was listening to Daddy.

Harlow helped Campbell up and led him to his bedroom. It was well-decorated and very clean, almost as if it had been picked up in anticipation of something. The whole house was cleaner than usual, and it wasn't a coincidence that it lined up with Harlow's date. He started to turn down the bed, unfolding the blankets at one of the corners, while Campbell swayed awkwardly in just his diaper and t-shirt, shifting from foot to foot.

It had taken Harlow a few moments longer than he’d have liked for him to notice his boy swaying, and he thought a lot about online roleplays. Harlow figured that Campbell probably needed to pee, but in the end, he simply decided to ask.

"Is everything okay, Crinkle Bell? You can tell Daddy if something’s on your mind."

"Huh? Uh. No. I mean... uh. I just..." A blush came over Campbell's cheeks. Things were so different in real life, and they also weren't different at all. If he asked to use the bathroom, Daddy would say no. Or, he would if they were roleplaying online. What would he say now? And wasn't that kind of weird, peeing in front of a guy on the first date? Campbell played shyly with the hem of his t-shirt.

"Use your words, Baby Bell. Do you need some pajamas? It’s only for a nap, but if you like you can wear one of Daddy’s pajama tops?" No bottoms, of course. Those weren’t for little diaper-wearing baby boys.

"No, um... I mean..." The idea of sleeping in Daddy's shirt sure was appealing to Campbell. It wasn't even something he'd fantasized about before, but it felt like unlocking a new achievement in his brain. "You don't think this is too much, right? Or too fast? I mean, I'm in your bedroom..."

Immediately, Harlow shifted his tone. He stopped what he was doing and sat on the edge of the bed with a smile.

"I don’t think so. If I’m going too fast for you, that’s okay - we can talk about it. I want you to be comfortable. My goals were maybe for you to fall asleep cuddled up with me, maybe wet your diaper if you want to. And then I’d make dinner while you slept, and wake you up, maybe change you into a fresh diaper if you wanted, and see how we both felt after that."

Spelling it out like that did take away some of the mystique and romance, admittedly, but it also took away the ambiguity and that was way more important in the moment.

"How do you feel about my intentions? I wanna make you comfortable and happy."

"Um, I like all that... that sounds good... I just, I think I'm just anxious."

Campbell laughed a little and ruffled his own hair. He didn't know how to do this kind of thing, and it felt a little selfish to be getting everything he wanted so quickly.

"Is all this okay with you?" Campbell asked. "Like, you don't have to rush anything... I really do like you, so I'm not going to ghost you or anything. I don't want you to feel pressured to... uh... perform..." It wasn't the usual kind of performance one expected on a date, but to Campbell, it was comparable.

"I don't feel pressured at all. I hope I'm not making you feel pressured, either. I don't think any of this is outside my comfort zone, and I think it's all pretty appropriate for a first date. When you want to do something like mess your diaper, those are bigger talks to have. But I don't feel rushed, or pressured, or outside my comfort zone. This is all genuine want from me."

Harlow smiled and tilted his head.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Campbell shook his head.

"No, no... I think I'm alright now. I just wanted to make sure, that's all. And, um... I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep? I mean, this isn't my bed, and you know how hard it can be for me to sleep."

"That's okay," Harlow smiled. He reached out and took Campbell's hand in his, pulling him close. "You can just spend half an hour in here and relax while I cook."

Campbell nodded and Harlow wrapped his arms around him in a hug. Then Harlow kissed Campbell gently on the lips.

"And," Harlow whispered, "it gives you some privacy to use your diaper."

Campbell's cheeks went crimson. "Hey! I don't... that's not..."

"Mmhmm, I'm sure that potty dance of yours is just a coincidence," Harlow teased.

And right when Campbell thought he couldn't be any more embarrassed.

"Let me get you one of my pajama shirts," Harlow said as he went over to his drawers. He only wore one type of pajamas: warm, woolen, button-up shirts with long sleeves, and fluffy pajama pants, never in matched sets. He got a dark purple and black top out from the drawer, tossed it on the bed, and approached Campbell.

"Arms up, tiny boy. Daddy’s gonna get you into jimjams, okay?"

Harlow pulled the shirt up over Campbell's head and then Campbell was completely naked except for the diaper. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable... he covered up his chest like a girl because he didn't know what else to do with his hands. He was standing in front of another man in just a diaper, and Campbell knew they were not equals at that moment.

Harlow was a little taller than Campbell, but not by much. However he was quite a bit broader and stockier, and that meant that when he wrapped his pajama shirt around Campbell and pulled the boys arms through, it looked positively huge on him. Which had the knock-on effect of making Campbell look positively diminutive. The top came down almost all the way past his diaper, and the sleeves had a good 3 inches past his hands. It was a very cute look.

"I'm gonna need to keep an eye on my hoodies, aren't I? You seem very much the Boyfriend’s Hoodie kinda boy~"

"I am," Campbell admitted, blushing a little and playing with the long sleeves. With clothes on again - clothes that were actually more concealing than his other ones - Campbell was feeling less nervous. Of course, he still had to pee.

"In you get," Harlow said, ushering his charge into bed. Campbell didn't hesitate to follow the instruction.

Campbell crawled up onto the bed, diapered butt up in the air, and then shimmied over to the far side, reaching for covers that were out of his grasp. Which was perfectly fine, because Harlow got into bed next to him and pulled the covers up enough for the two of them.

"Who'd have thought Daddy would wind up with the cutest boy in town in his bed tonight? I'm very lucky, aren't I, Baby Bell?"

"If you say so," Campbell blushed.

He leaned up and kissed his Daddy on the lips, and Daddy kissed him back. And one kiss led to another, and another, and another. Daddy's hand wrapped around the boy and pulled him close, tracing lines down his side to the wing of his diaper. Making it crinkle. And Campbell found himself pressing closer and closer to Daddy's body as Daddy pressed their lips together.

After a while, Campbell didn't care that it was their first date. He didn't care that they just met today. He was the happiest he'd ever been.

But Harlow pulled away and put a finger to Campbell's waiting lips.

"Nap time for my little boy."

"Noooooo," Campbell whined, trying to pull in for another kiss.

"You aren't acting up, are you?" Harlow warned. "I'd hate to punish my Crinkle Bell."

The word punish echoed in Campbell's head. Punish. Like a spanking. Or a show of ownership. Force over him. Campbell wanted that very much. But then Harlow said:

"Bad boys don't get rewards. Only good boys, who take naps when they're told and wake up in a wet diaper."

Campbell hesitated. He didn't want to be a good boy! He didn't want delayed gratification! He wanted Harlow, and he wanted kisses! But the promise of a "reward" was powerful. When they roleplayed, sometimes that was a sexy thing. Usually, it was a sexy thing. In that moment, Campbell was so wound up that he wanted a sexy thing.

"I'm not gonna have an accident," Campbell argued, but his tone was pouty and small.

"Then you'll have an on-purpose," Harlow teased. "Once you get used to being back in diapers, your on-purposes will become accidents and then surprises, and Daddy is very excited for that day. Now you snuggle in and take your nap. Daddy will wake you up when your diaper needs changing and dinner is ready."

Harlow was incredibly fucking turned on; there were no two ways about that. He was comprised of approximately 176% lust in that moment, so not ravishing his boy was extremely hard.

And so was he.

In the kitchen, Harlow remembered reading once that breakfast cereal was invented to stop people from touching themselves and getting off. And he hoped that cooking would have the same outcome for him, because his head was buzzing with arousal.

It wasn’t the plan to have Campbell come home with him, but he'd anticipated the possibility and made sure he had enough food in his fridge. It wouldn't be fancy; he was, quite literally, a steak and potatoes kind of guy. But his steak was excellent. And his potatoes were pretty good, too. Neither made a very baby boy meal, but he figured if he cut up all the food into pieces and only gave Campbell a fork or spoon, then it would be close enough.

So Harlow cooked. He made steak, he made potatoes, and he eyed a bottle of wine atop his fridge in a neat diamond shaped rack. He eventually decided to maybe open it after dinner. And by the time he finished cooking, by the time he finished plating up, by the time he finished cutting Campbell’s food into bite size pieces, Harlow's arousal...

...had not diminished in the slightest.

Damn you, Mr. Kellogg, he thought. You don't know shit, apparently.

All the while, Campbell laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling of his Daddy's room. A stranger's room, before today. Campbell wondered how many times he would see that ceiling again, lying on his back in Daddy's bed...

For the first time since he was diapered, Campbell was alone. He quickly threw off the covers and lifted up Daddy's shirt, inspecting the front of his diaper. It had cartoon teddy bears on the landing zone, and colorful patterns on the wings. They were modeled after a baby diaper, with a wetness indicator between the legs, but these ones were plastic and crinkly. They were embarrassing. They were adorable. They were everything Campbell wanted in a first diaper.

And gosh, were they thick.

He pulled up on the waistband, tugging a little bit at each tape. They were on pretty tight, but all the walking had loosened the fit around his waist. He put his hand between his legs like he did at home and pressed his fingers to the plastic. It felt so different from the cheap ones on Amazon.

Campbell's brain pulled him in two directions. The first was primal and needy. His Daddy left him alone, and he was so turned on. He wanted to rub his diaper until he came. But it felt disrespectful, touching himself while he was on a date. He should at least wait until he got home.

The second urge he had was to use the bathroom. To feel the relief of giving in, of being a good little boy for his Daddy. To feel the heat on his skin as the diaper grew heavy and wet. But Campbell had only wet a diaper a dozen or so times, and they had leaked more than once. If he leaked on the bed, he would absolutely die of embarrassment!

In the end, Campbell decided to test fate. He got out of bed and stood awkwardly in the middle of his Daddy's dark bedroom. The sky outside was almost black, and the room was heavy with shadows. It took him a while - maybe five or so minutes - but he did indeed have an on-purpose. Then he crawled back into bed and rolled onto his stomach to keep his hands from finding their way to the front of his soggy diaper.

Campbell was just about to fall asleep, or maybe he'd been asleep for a few minutes, when Harlow opened the door. Without a break in his stride, Harlow came over to the bed, gently peeled back the covers, and slid a finger into the back leg band of Campbell's diaper.

"Oh! My! God!" Campbell shouted out of embarrassment. His sleepiness disappeared like the flick of a switch. Surprised, Campbell quickly rolled over and tried to cover himself up with the blanket. His cheeks were burning, but the room was still too dark to notice.

"Not God, just Daddy," Harlow said. "But I guess at your age there isn't much of a difference. And you made Daddy proud, Baby Bell; you soaked your diapers just like I knew that you would."

How long would a diaper change take? Harlow wondered. 5 minutes? Food was a little too hot, and he needed to give it time to cool off anyway.

"Daddy should get your diaper changed before you eat, huh squirt?"

"Um... y-yeah... that's..." Campbell blushed furiously and looked away from Harlow. Every word his Daddy said to him sent Campbell further and further into submission. Soaking his diapers. Needing a change. The soggy diaper between his legs sent shivers up his spine. Campbell had been such a good little Daddy's boy.

Harlow figured this change would be easier than doing it in a public restroom. He put the diaper bag on the bed and motioned for Campbell to pivot about so he was facing the edge of the bed.

"That's right, Baby Bell, just like that. Now lay back down for Daddy, so we get this wet diaper off you and get you into something fresh and dry... for as long as that lasts."

"Daddy..." Campbell mumbled, looking at the ceiling with embarrassment. He couldn't even meet Harlow's eyes.

Harlow turned on the bedside lamp so he could see what he was doing, then unfolded another diaper from the diaper bag. The same kind, Campbell's favorite. Campbell would often glance down and look at it, just to remind himself that he would be wearing that soon. That he was already wearing one, and he'd already wet it. The diaper felt tighter around Campbell's hips.

Harlow untaped the diaper and peeled it down between his legs. The inside was sodden, and he was pleased to see that his baby boy was just as turned on and he was. He used baby wipes to tenderly start to wipe down Campbells skin; his thighs, between his legs, and then he turned his attention to cleaning up the boy’s cock. He was gentle with his motions: slow, methodical, and deliberate.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Lift his ankles. Slide a new diaper underneath; just to rest him atop of, not to fasten yet.

"Remember your colors, Crinkle Bell. You remember for Daddy, don't you?"

"Y-yes Daddy..." Campbell muttered. Ever since the wet diaper was untaped, Campbell had been unable to quell his arousal. Even as the cold wipe slid up his shaft, it remained erect and eager. The crinkle of the fresh diaper only fueled the fire, and the soft dry padding beneath his bottom sent a shiver up his spine. But Daddy didn't tape his diaper on; he took out another wipe and wrapped it around his cock.

"You're such a good boy," Daddy said warmly.

Without even thinking, Campbell nodded his head. He was a good boy.

Daddy was a polite man, and a well dressed man, and a man who made a good steak to boot. But he was also only a human, and he could contain his arousal only so much. He'd wrapped a fresh baby wipe around Campbell’s cock, and wrapped his fingers around the wipe. It was cold to the touch, but Campbell didn’t shrink away.

With all the expert of a man who spent his high school years in other boys’ beds, Harlow began to slowly, and oh-so-intentionally, stroke Campbell’s pretty, needy, hard-as-a-steel-girder cock.

"Daddy just has to make sure that his baby boy is nice and clean." Harlow’s words were honeyed, but his breath was short and catching. "By the time Daddy is done, you're going to permanently be Daddy's little boy, because only... only Daddy's little boy, only my little boy would be so turned on right now."

"Mmm... y-yeah..." That made sense to Campbell. What kind of grown man would be so aroused getting his diaper changed? He had to be a little boy. Daddy's little boy.

"And this feeling, this arousal," Harlow said sweetly in his low voice, "this is what it's like to wet your diapers for Daddy. Doesn't it feel so good?"

"Mmmmm... mmhmm..."

"What was that?" Daddy's tone was suddenly sharp, and Campbell replied instinctively.

"Y-yes Daddy... it feels so good..." Campbell's body seemed to move on its own, twisting its hips and gently thrusting his cock into the baby wipe. Already, the coldness was gone and it felt warm and pleasant.

"And this is how Daddy conditions his little baby boy to love his diapers," Harlow said warmly. This particular fantasy was an ongoing one for Campbell, and Daddy was all too happy to play into it. "To need his diapers, and to only ever want the pleasure that comes from wetting his diapers."

Harlow was gentle and slow and purposeful with each motion; it wouldn't do to have Campbell getting off too quickly. The boy would cum when Daddy said he could cum.

"Tell Daddy you want to be in diapers all the time, Baby Bell. Tell Daddy you want to feel this way all the time. Tell Daddy what a little Daddy's boy you are."

"I... I wanna be in diapers all the time, Daddy... I'm your baby boy..." Campbell quivered under his Daddy's words, like waves of arousal through his mind. He thrust himself into Daddy's hand, but Harlow pressed down on his hips to keep him steady.

"My my," Harlow teased, running his thumb along the underside of Campbell's cock. "So eager, so impatient... you don't seem to have any control over your body, hm?"

"Mmmmmm..." Campbell whimpered and his body once again tried to grind against his Daddy's hand. This time, it failed. He was helpless. He couldn't control himself, and he was at Daddy's whims.

"Daddy is in control, my sweet submissive little diaperslut," another word that Campbell had dug his own grave with by sharing with Harlow, "and Daddy decides when... or if... his baby gets to cum."

Harlow’s voice was firm, his grasp tender. His authority absolute. Campbell wasn't just drowning; he was at the bottom of the ocean and Daddy was his only light.

Campbell had never been in this position before, not in real life. He'd never had someone control every part of his body, every part of his mind. He'd never been so submissive, so helpless, so needy... it was like opening a door to a whole new world. A new Campbell, the kind of little boy he always wanted to be. A little diaperslut with no control.

"Please, Daddy... please... please, lemme cum... I'm a good boy... such a good boy..." The words spilled automatically from Campbell's mouth. The humiliation came like a hurricane, but not even it was enough to censor his truest feelings.

Daddy had a lot more experience with sex than Campbell did, and it showed in everything he did. It showed in the way he teased, it showed in the way he expertly brought Campbell to the edge and eased him back, over and over, and over and over. And it showed in his final move: he slid his hand - and the baby wipe - all the way down to the base of Campbells cock... and kissed the head. Just once.

But once was more than enough to give Campbell the push he needed.

Campbell wiggled and squirmed on the bed as waves of pleasure pulled him under. As all his feelings of embarrassment and helplessness stirred themselves into a perfect storm. As Daddy's lips touched his cock and he felt himself explode. Warm, sticky cum ran down his shaft, pooling around the base, and oozing down his bottom. It soaked into the diaper underneath him as he whimpered and moaned, trying to grab hold of his body like a bucking horse. But it was hopeless. He was helpless. He let go of the reins and surrendered to the orgasm. The orgasm Daddy gave him.

Campbell was still shivering and moaning when he felt Daddy pull the diaper up between his legs. The soft padding pressed down on his cock, squeezing more of his cum out onto his skin, only to be absorbed into the fresh diaper seconds later.

"Come on, Baby Bell, Daddy made dinner - I bet you've worked up an appetite."

Daddy grinned cheekily and stood up, stretching his back, and admired the beautiful boy before him.

It was one heck of a first date.