Forbidden Love (Part 3)

The weekend's promise of freedom loomed over them like a deliciously wicked storm cloud as they approached Sean's house, as his parents were gone for the weekend. The neighborhood was quiet, the air filled with the faint scent of wet leaves. The house looked welcoming, its lights a beacon of solitude and privacy. As they stepped inside, the door closing behind them with a soft click, Greg felt the weight of the diaper between his legs, having peed on the walk over. Sean's hand tightened around his, a silent promise of the thrilling night ahead. They kicked off their shoes in the entryway as they made their way to Sean’s room, their hearts racing with excitement. The house was their playground, a place where they could indulge in their most taboo desires without fear of interruption. 

Greg's pulse quickened with each step closer to the bedroom. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his diapered state a living, breathing testament to his love for Sean's cruel games. As they reached the threshold, Sean leaned in, his breath hot against Greg's ear. "You're mine all weekend, baby," he murmured, sending a thrill down Greg's spine. "And I plan to make sure you enjoy it." Greg gulped, his eyes wide with a mix of arousal and exhilaration.

With a wicked grin, Sean wasted no time in peeling Greg's clothes off his trembling body, leaving him in nothing but the soaked diaper. His eyes raked over Greg's exposed skin, noting the yellow patch of wetness spreading over the thick padding. "Looks like someone had an accident," he teased, his tone a heady blend of mock concern and arousal. 

Greg's cheeks burned, his eyes glued to the floor, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he felt the wetness grow through the material, peeing again. Sean grabbed the front of the diaper, and squeezing a little. He then leaned in, his nose brushing against Greg's ear as he whispered, "I think it can hold a little more, don't you?" His words sent a shiver down Greg's spine, his cock giving a traitorous twitch at the thought of being babied and humiliated further. He nodded meekly, his eyes pleading for the next step in their twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Sean's strong hands spun Greg around. He unzipped his own pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. With a mischievous glint in his eye. "Spread 'em," Sean ordered, his voice low and demanding. Greg complied, his legs shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. Sean stepped closer, his erection pointing straight at Greg's upturned ass. He positioned the tip of his cock at the back of the diaper, the fabric straining against the pressure. With a wicked grin, he let go, his warm stream of piss soaking into the back of the diaper. Greg gasped, the sensation of the hot liquid spreading through the padding and onto his skin was unlike amazing. The humiliation washed over him in waves, his cock trying to poke out from the confines of the diaper, betraying his arousal. The scent of urine and baby powder filled the room, a potent reminder of his place in their twisted relationship. Sean's eyes never left Greg's face, watching the play of emotions dance across his features as he emptied his bladder. The sound of piss hitting the padding and soaking into the padding was the only sound in the room, a symphony of dominance and submission that only they could appreciate. When Sean was done, he tucked his cock away, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Now, let's see how much of a good boy you really are," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement for the weekend's upcoming events.

Sean's strong arms easily scooped Greg up, the diapered twink feeling like a ragdoll in his muscular embrace. He placed him down on the changing mat laid out on the bed with a gentle thud, the plastic crinkling under his weight. Greg's heart raced as he felt the diaper now thick, squishy, and warm between his legs. Sean towered over him, his football player's physique casting a shadow across Greg's trembling body. The anticipation was palpable as Sean reached for the tapes of the soaked diaper, his fingers tracing the edges with a feigned casualness that did nothing to hide his excitement. Sean disappears into the hallway for a moment, and then returns, pulling out a vibrating wand from his bedside table drawer, and brings it to the front of his boyfriend’s squishy prison. 

With the vibrating wand in hand, Sean's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and sadistic pleasure. He placed the buzzing head against the swollen bulge of Greg's erection, trapped within the soaked diaper. Greg's hips jerked involuntarily at the first touch, his breath hitching in his throat. Sean chuckled, watching his boyfriend squirm under the intense sensation. He began to move the wand in slow, torturous circles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Greg's body. His cock strained against the sodden fabric, desperate for release. Greg's whimpers grew louder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back the inevitable climax. Sean leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into Greg's ear as he continued to tease him mercilessly. "That's it, baby," he cooed, "You're going to cum in your diaper like a good little boy." His voice was a seductive blend of love and power, a heady cocktail that had Greg's resolve crumbling. 

The vibrations grew stronger, the wand's power ramping up, and Greg's body tightened, his muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. With one final, agonizingly slow pass of the wand, Greg's orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into the diaper. The warmth and wetness of his release filled the space between his legs, adding to the squelching mess that was his weekend fate. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from the intensity of his climax. Sean watched Greg's face contort with pleasure, the vibrations of the wand milking every last drop from his spent cock. With a final whine, Greg's body went limp, the tension draining from his muscles. Sean leaned down, his breath warm against Greg's ear. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby," he murmured, his voice a sweet caress that belied the power dynamics at play.

Sean turned off the wand with a smug smile, placing it aside for the next round. Carefully, he untaped the soggy and sticky diaper, his eyes never leaving Greg's flushed face as he revealed the sticky mess beneath. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, the diaper clinging to Greg's skin, the evidence of his release spreading through the fabric like a white flag of surrender. With a gentle tug, he slid the diaper out from under Greg. He looked up at Sean with a mix of embarrassment and desire, his eyes never leaving Sean's as the last of the diaper peeled away, leaving him bare and vulnerable. 

Sean scooped him up, cradling him in his arms like a baby, and carried him to the bathroom. The warm water of the tub beckoned, bubbles frothing invitingly. He placed Greg in the tub, holding him close as he rinsed off the sticky residue with a soft washcloth, his tender touch belying the control he had just exerted. Greg leaned into his embrace, his eyes closed as the warm water washed away the evidence of his humiliation, leaving only the sweet, lingering scent of lavender, and their shared desire. 

Sean took his time, cleaning every inch of his boyfriend's body with meticulous care, savoring the moment of tenderness amidst their power play. Greg felt a warmth in his heart that matched the heat of the water, secure in the knowledge that no matter how depraved their games, they were always anchored in love and consent.

After the soothing bath, Sean gently lifted Greg from the tub, wrapping him in a warm towel that immediately began to absorb the droplets of water clinging to his freshly cleaned skin. He carried him back to the bedroom, his eyes filled with affectionate amusement as Greg squirmed in his arms, his cock making a tent in the fluffy fabric. Sean laid him back down on the changing mat, his own heart racing in anticipation of the next act in their weekend ritual. With deft hands, he unfurled a fresh, dino-patterned diaper. The crinkle of the plastic echoing in the quiet room. 

Before placing him onto it, Sean aligned the diaper beneath Greg's bare ass, his eyes never leaving the twink's flushed face. With a sudden shift in demeanor, the jock leaned down and captured Greg's mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Greg moaned into the kiss, his body responding instinctively as Sean's hands roamed over his slender frame. The anticipation grew to a fever pitch as Sean's cock, now slick with pre-cum, nudged against Greg's tight hole. Without warning, the football captain thrust into him, filling Greg completely and sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through his body. Greg's eyes rolled back, his breath hitching as Sean began to move, his hips driving into him with a steady, relentless rhythm. The sensation of the diaper underneath him was almost too much, the humiliation and excitement melding into a heady cocktail that had him writhing beneath his boyfriend. Sean's grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts growing more vigorous with each passing moment. Greg's legs trembled, his hands grasping at the bed sheets as he was claimed by the one person who knew his darkest secrets and loved him for them. The diaper was a constant reminder of his vulnerability, a silent observer to their love affair that thrived on the edge of societal norms. Sean's growls of pleasure filled the room, his body taut with desire as he fucked his twink with an intensity that left Greg breathless. 

Sean filled Greg with his seed with a final, deep thrust. His cock slick with the twink's arousal. He watched with a satisfied smirk as Greg's body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax.

A chastity cage was produced with a flourish, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of their recent union. With gentle yet firm hands, Sean guided Greg's still-sensitive cock into the confines of the cage, locking it into place with a decisive click. Greg whimpered, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and submission. Sean then took a moment to admire his handiwork. He reached for the baby powder, shaking it over Greg's freshly cleaned skin, watching the white clouds settle into the creases and folds of his diaper. The scent was cloying and overpowering, a stark reminder of Greg's babyish state. With a final flourish, Sean secured the diaper with a series of taps, ensuring it was snug and secure. "There," he said, his voice low and soothing, "all tucked in." Greg looked up at him, his eyes brimming with love and gratitude for the humiliation Sean had just bestowed upon him. The chastity cage was a symbol of his submission, a constant reminder that his pleasure was in Sean's control. The diaper, now a part of him, whispered of his secret desires, a thrilling badge of his love for his boyfriend's dominance.

The weekend was just beginning, and Greg was ready for whatever else Sean had in store for him.