It was an early Saturday morning, the sunrise peeking between the shades, but not all was quiet and content. Mark found himself, once again, pretty angry with his husband, after finding out he had insulted some of his friends when he thought Mark wasn’t looking. Reflecting on just how often he found himself exhausted from his partner’s childish behavior, he was at least content with the arrangement he’d created when these things inevitably happen again and again. 

Mark waltzed into their bedroom to find his husband Joshua walking out of the bathroom. Now becoming a routine, Mark took immediate control with a stern and determined attitude, pointing his finger to the bed.

“Lay down, c’mon march mister.”

“C’mon seriously? Not today Mark, this is complete bullshit.” Joshua spit back, rolling his eyes and letting out a deep breath. 

With precision, he grabbed his husband by the ear and marched him to the bed, giving him a hard smack on the butt before he pushed him down to the bed.

“Ouch! Mark that hurt!”

“Good, you’ll learn not to talk back to me OR use that kind of bad language in front of me.Oh wait, if I remember correctly you did use that kind of language about my friends last night! Oh you thought I didn’t hear?”

Joshua’s heart sank at the realization that he didn’t slip by on that one, knowing good and well what he had in store for him now. Mark grabbed the towel around Joshua’s waist, ripping it off and spinning him onto his stomach. He grabbed the hairbrush he’d tactically left on the bedside table, swatting his bare behind until it was 50 shades of pink. 

“Aaaah. Ooooh. That HURTS! Stop, PLEASE STOP!”

Despite Joshua’s childish yet adorable pleading, Mark wasn’t done. Instead he stood him up, taking a moment to gawk at his cute little guy in the front, secretly loving how small his husband’s manhood was. Joshua looked back at his partner, standing there in his slacks and button up shirt looking him up and down like a piece of meat. He loved his husband, but he couldn’t figure out how to end this harsh cycle he’d brought upon himself. 

He was growing restless, twitching and trying not to touch his throbbing butt as Mark paced back and forth thinking about what to do with him today. 

“I’ve got half a mind to call my friends over that you insulted to witness your punishment!”

Joshua thought there was no way he could be serious, sure he’d done some pretty humiliating things to him, but he’d never allowed anyone other than the two of them to be a part of it. The idea of other people, much less his husband’s friends watching as Mark completely embarrassed and degraded him like a child was debilitating to say the least. 

Joshua just whimpered softly, knowing that arguing back was the worst decision he could make at this point. He just stood there as Mark left the room, leaving him standing there butt naked to await his inevitable punishment. Minutes later, Joshua was told to come downstairs, led to a corner of the living room, told to stand still or else. Mark went about his business, drinking his morning coffee and watching the news. 

Out of nowhere Joshua was brought to attention by the sound of the doorbell ringing unexpectedly. To his surprise Mark was ready for it, standing up and going to answer it. Joshua started shaking, taking a step towards the stairs and his clothing. 

“Stop right there young man!” Mark said as he turned on a dime, knowing Joshua would try this. 

“Where do you think you’re going? I told you to stay right there, if you move again without permission I’ll drag you outside for the whole world to see, understood?”

Mark went back to his corner, nodding up and down that he understood as he sulked and looked down at the floor awaiting what was to come. 

Mark invited his guests in, bringing them into the living room where Joshua stood facing the corner. He didn’t dare turn to look and see how many people were staring at him, but he could hear whispering and some chuckling. 

“Guys, please excuse Joshua, he is being punished for how he behaved at the party yesterday, as you’ve all been told he had some very nasty things to say about all of you behind all of our backs.”

Joshua’s face now matched the red of his butt as he listened to his husband’s speech. 

“Dude, look at his ass! Man you really did a number on him!” Commented one of the guys, causing a round of laughter from everyone. 

Joshua just stood there restless, ashamed, and worried. The men sat around and enjoyed their coffee and conversation, occasionally commenting on Joshua in the corner. About half an hour later Mark stood up announcing it was time to get to work. 

Joshua was marched into the kitchen by the ear all the way up to the kitchen sink. Everyone gathered around as Joshua realized there were 5 men all there watching him and he couldn’t even bring himself to look any of them in the eyes. Mark put his hand on the back of Joshua’s head, leaning him over the sink where a bar of soap was shoved into his mouth. They repeatedly forced the bar in and out, making sure to thoroughly wash out his mouth. The group of guys made sure to comment on how he might not be using those vulgar words anymore. He gagged at the taste until Mark finally stopped and spun him around to wipe his face with a towel. 

This was the moment where the other men saw his smooth shaved crotch, all of them giggling and pointing at the sight of his miniscule manhood. 

“Now since you can't use bad words appropriately that should stop you from using them at all anymore!” Mark said to push the point home. 

Joshua stood there in the deepest humiliation he’d ever experienced, awaiting Mark’s next order. To his surprise Mark didn’t lead him anywhere next, instead walking away for a moment leaving him naked and afraid with his friends. Quickly Mark returned with something Joshua was all too familiar with, a fleet enema. 

Joshua pleaded and kicked to no avail as the guys gently laid him face down over the dining room table so Mark could insert the nozzle. Joshua whimpered as the liquid entered his tummy, and although it was over quickly he wanted to cry knowing what he was about to have to do in front of all these people. 

As Joshua expected he was quickly laid down on the carpet while Mark went to get his diapers, returning with a thick printed diaper and baby powder. Joshua was on the verge of tears, but to his surprise none of the guys seemed shocked or surprised when they saw the diaper. 

“Aww buddy you thought they didn’t know? These are my best friend’s, they’ve known about your punishment pants for a long time now.” 

Nolan laid down on the blanket at Daddy’s request, enjoying the ever so satisfying droop between his legs as he sat down. He instantly felt the mushy seat of the diaper conform to his bottom and bulge out in the crotch. Nolan shifted back and forth to fully enjoy the feeling of the well-used padding before daddy pushed him onto his back for a change.
Rosy red cheeks were plastered on Nolan’s face as his Daddy expertly changed his diaper. As routine as this was, Nolan still couldn’t help getting blushy. Once the old diaper was off and Daddy was prepping the clean one, Nolan began his routine whimper, begging Daddy for what he wanted most, the only way he knew how. After forcing the boy to say please, Daddy reluctantly handed over the balled up used diaper. Without hesitation, Nolan held the diaper to his nose, something he had been looking forward to all day.
Nolan breathed in deeply, taking in the intoxicating aroma of his fully soaked diaper, sending his brain into a state of hypnotic buffoonery. The smell invaded his consciousness, pushing him into a sensational headspace of horniness and hypnotic daze. Something about the scent of a used diaper had always been irresistible to him, causing regular lapses in judgement and maturity. Nolan’s daddy stared down at his boy, proudly watching Nolan admire his own hard work.
His Daddy had discovered early on that his dependable methods of hypnosis to subjugate diaper boys was totally unnecessary for Nolan. The simple act of snoofing used diapers had double the effectiveness of any hypno video he had used previously, making him extremely easy to control.
Nolan continued to push his nose deep into the squishy padding as hard as he could, inhaling and exhaling heavily. He was now thrusting his hips up into the air in an erotically continuous motion, failing to gain any meaningful traction on his boy bits, safely encased in the clean printed diaper that Daddy had just changed him into.
Before things got out of hand, Daddy quickly snatched the diaper from Nolan’s hands to go add it to the pail. This quick action elicited a soft but pitiful pout and a long whine from the boy, only making daddy’s smile bigger. The daily sight of Nolan getting fussy over being denied snoofs made Daddy feel very powerful, and baby Nolan’s followers online seemed to enjoy it equally, sending various comments about how cute he is.
Although Nolan knew the rules, behave all week to earn stickies with the diaper pail, or his boyfriend as Daddy liked to call it, he still couldn’t contain himself when Daddy took a full diaper away. As usual, he was left there pouting, waiting for his excitement to drift away along with his boner. As much as he wanted to throw a tantrum for being denied more snoofing, he knew that would surely take away his chance to play with the pail this week, and he wasn’t ready to sacrifice the closest thing he got to a release.
To Nolan’s surprise, Daddy walked back in and pulled down his pants, revealing the diaper that was, surprisingly, underneath. Daddy didn’t wear diapers very often, but when he did, he generally kept it to himself, allowing Nolan to have the proverbial spotlight in their dynamic. He walked up to Nolan and signaled him to come forward. Without hesitation, he was on his knees with a nose full of Daddy’s diaper. As Nolan sat there snoofing the front of his Daddy’s soaked padding, he desperately hoped that this would become a daily routine for him.