Daddy's Home - Chapter 7
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The Baby was inherently suspicious of any promise of sex, after last time, but he was still excited to hear it, especially with the assurances Daddy gave. 

“You will get to have sex with each other,” Daddy had promised. “Real sex, with penetration and everything.” 

The Baby was straining against his cage all morning as he waited for it. Morning breakfast, then his morning diaper change, and then a little time in the playpen while the Maid did her chores, it all went by in a breeze. Even getting mounted by the Pup for a quick cum went by fast - though part of that was because, at Daddy’s insistence, the Pup only rubbed against the back of his diaper ‘so as not to wear out your favorite toy’. 

When the time finally came, Daddy came into the nursery first, followed by the Maid. She was practically on tip-toe with excitement. It hadn’t been as long for her, but squirting into a filthy diaper wasn’t quite the same as real sex with her husband. She longed to feel him inside her, and she knew that after all the time in his cage, he’d be harder than she’d ever felt him before. 

Daddy was grinning, too. “Are you two ready?” 

“Yes!” They both said in unison. 

He chuckled at their excitement, walking over to the crib to take down the side. “Alright. Get the baby out of his diaper and all clean. You’ll have to do it in here, the plastic sheet will contain any… fluids that might drip.” 

That was sensible. The crib was big enough for them to both fit easily, besides. 

The Maid was buzzing with anticipation as she took off his diaper, wiped him off, and deposited the old one into the diaper genie. No new diaper for now. His cock was visibly hard inside the cage, and it seemed like it might make the steel pop off if it got any more erect. 

Daddy smiled. “What you’ll need is in the drawer beneath the table.” 

Giggling with excitement, the Maid opened it, looking for a key. 

Instead, she saw a bottle of lube and a strap-on, with a mounted bulb on the back of the attached dildo. 

She blinked a couple times, confused, before she got it. “Oh.” 

“What?” the Baby asked, sitting up to look in the drawer. “Awww!” 

“Are you complaining?” Daddy asked. “You enjoy it well enough when the Pup fucks you, after all. If you don’t want it, you can go back to your playpen and the Maid can play with herself instead.” 

It wasn’t what he’d wanted, but his half-contained erection hadn’t gone away. “No!” He blurted, quickly. 

Daddy chuckled. “That’s what I thought. You shouldn’t need any help, right?” 

The Maid shook her head. “I… I know how.” 

She flipped up her skirts, slipped out of her panties, and put on the strap-on. The bulb on the back of the dildo was in the right place to go inside her, and she let out a little gasp as it slid inside, held in place by the strap-on harness.

The two of them walked to the crib, and the Baby got on his hands and knees so that she could apply the lube, rubbing it in with her fingers. 

“Are you ready?” she asked, pushing the lube inside him. She could feel his body buzzing with excitement, ready to take her. 

His answer was immediate and enthusiastic. “Yes!” 

Placing the tip, she got ready, lifting her frilly skirts so they wouldn’t get in the way, then slid it inside the Baby’s waiting asshole. 

For the Baby’s half, it was different than being mounted by the Pup. Bigger, for one. For another, she was more gentle, more curious, acting in a way to try and make sure he was enjoying it. It was the act of being fucked by a passionate lover, and not just a Pup looking to use its favorite bitch for a quick cum. 

For the Maid, she gasped in sensation as she went into him, because as the dildo felt resistance, the bulb inside her was pushed back, thrusting with equal, opposite force. It wasn’t the same as having the Baby inside her, not at all, but it was still the first penetration she’d felt since Daddy showed up. It was an encouragement for her to keep going, harder, faster. 

She thrust again, biting her lip as she rode her husband. He balled his fists on the plastic sheets of the crib, pushing his own hips up into the dildo so that it’d go deeper, reinforcing his wife’s pleasure as it pushed her end inside her. 

As they fucked, she bent forward so she could reach around, fingers teasing through the bars of the cage. Though he couldn’t reach full mast, the touch through the bars was still enough to make him ache when he was already so aroused. He moaned, loudly, and she thrust into him again, her hand tightening around the cage. 

Daddy leaned against the wall, watching the display as the two of them fucked, without any shame or hidden appetites. He didn’t need to have seen them before that there was more passion here than anything they’d had before he showed up, whatever boring sex they might have engaged in when she was just the Baby’s wife, and he was just her husband. 

Hell, Daddy knew that just from seeing those first couple pictures that the Baby had sent, dabbling in kink that he was totally inexperienced in and too ashamed of to tell anyone he knew personally, not even his wife. 

Now, the only thing that was held back between them was the Baby’s straining cock, and that only because of the cage. 

Daddy had a secret, though, of course. Thumbing the remote control in his pocket, he turned on the vibrator function that was built into the strapon. 

Both parties gasped in pleasure as it revved to life, momentarily paralyzing them with the heat and ecstasy. She pushed hard into the Baby, making the dildo go in as deep as it possibly could, trembling as she rode the vibrations. 

She shook as she squirted, fluids dripping down the dildo and onto the Baby, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. She started thrusting again, her dripping juices acting as lubricant as she pounded him again, going for a second orgasm, a third. 

Watching it all, Daddy let them have their fun. It was a reward, after all. Ending it before they were both done would have been cruel. 

He almost was tempted to even let the Baby out of his cage, but that was going to wait for another day. Besides, as the Baby trembled and released just from the sensation on his prostate, it was clear that he was getting plenty of satisfaction out of this - maybe not the orgasm he wanted, but still something. 

They kept it up for almost half an hour before collapsing into an exhausted, satisfied heap in the crib. 

Daddy walked up to them then, smiling and disabling the vibration. “You two must be exhausted.” 

The Maid nodded, while the Baby just made a weak little, “Yeah…”

“Would you like to take a nap before lunch?” 

Again, they gave little tired indications of agreement. The Maid pushed off the strap-on with a hand, leaving the straps hanging around her ankles. 

He smiled down at them. “Alright, then. Thirty minutes, and you’d better try and get some actual sleep.” Raising the sides of the crib, he locked them in. He didn’t bother putting the top on the crib that’d leave them actually sealed inside with no way out - they weren’t going to try and get out without him, and he knew it. “Alright?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” the maid yawned. 

“Okay, Daddy,” the Baby added, eyes already closed. 

Smiling, Daddy gave them one last look, cuddled up together in a loving, slightly sweaty heap. He turned to go, turning off the light but leaving the door open a crack. He’d have the baby monitor on, in case they woke up early. 

Standing in the hallway, he sighed contentedly. Daddy was pleased with how swift their progress had been. The Baby’s birthday wasn’t for another month, but they were both already ready. 

Daddy's Home - Chapter 5
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The Baby wriggled uncomfortably as he knelt in front of Daddy in a baby blue T-shirt and wet diaper that was about due for a change, struggling to contain the enema he’d been given. 

The Pup next to him was a lot more comfortable. Except for a muzzle and a collar, he was naked, kneeling with his fists raised in a ‘begging’ gesture. 

Daddy looked down at both of them, smiling. “You two have been very good today. Haven’t you?” 

The Pup nodded enthusiastically, and while the Baby had a little less energy, he still agreed. Since the spanking yesterday, he’d been a model of good behavior, and hadn’t been forced into any unintended rule breaking. 

In contrast, the Maid was standing with her nose in the corner a few paces away, dirty diaper sagging beneath her puffy skirts. She’d made the mistake of assuming she’d get a change in the morning and expressing as much, and as a result, she’d just been given a fresh diaper to cover the old one. 

“You’ve done a good job of accepting your new place, Baby,” Daddy praised. “In fact, I think you both deserve a little treat. How does that sound?” 

Suspicion crept into the Baby’s mind, but he knew better than to voice it. If it was a trick, he couldn’t avoid it, and if it was a genuine reward he didn’t want to spoil it by acting ungrateful. “Yes please!” he vocalized, squeaking a little as the enema made him cramp up. The Pup just panted and nodded happily. 

“Now, I didn’t just give you that enema so you’d have to squirm,” Daddy said, looking at the Baby. “I wanted to make sure you were nice and clean, because from now on, the Pup gets to mount you as much as he wants to!”

Hesitating, the Baby said, “But… but I don’t like men…” 

“Neither did the Pup,” Daddy pointed out. “But he still needs something to hump, doesn’t he? The Maid is just for me, so would you deny him his reward for being good?” 

The Baby shook his head. “No… sorry, daddy…”

“Besides, Baby, I haven’t told you the best part. Mounting you is the Pup’s reward. Yours is, you’re allowed to cum.”

The Baby trepidation turned to excitement. He’d been locked up in that cage for so long that it was hard to even move without his body trying to get erect and being held back. A release would be incredible, no matter what it took to get it. 

Perking up, he smiled up at Daddy. “Thank you, Daddy!”  

“Now, you can stop holding that enema, Baby,” Daddy said. “I think you’ll be all cleaned out inside by now.” 

Feeling palpably relieved, the Baby let go, flooding the seat of his diaper with watery mush. Excited by the anticipation of being released, he was reminded that he really did enjoy a warm, squishy diaper, and let himself rock back and forth in the mess a little as it poured out of him.

Daddy smirked down at him, then turned his head and leveled his expression to something more stern. “Maid, you’re needed. You may come out of the corner.” 

She turned and hurried over, waddling from the weight of her double diapers. “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Take off the Baby’s diaper and clean him up,” Daddy said. “Once he’s wiped down, I want you to make sure he’s spotless using your tongue. This is going to be special for the Pup, and I don’t want anything dirty to ruin it.” 

Her expression visibly soured, and she started to protest. “But-”

A single look from Daddy made the complaint die in her throat. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Taking the Baby’s hand, she walked him over to the changing table, taking his hand to help him up. Daddy cleared his throat, and she looked back at him. 

“Yes, Daddy?” 

“You just questioned me,” Daddy pointed out. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, “I won’t do it again.” 

“When you’re done removing his diaper, put it on yourself,” Daddy instructed. “Clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson yet.” 

She opened her mouth, and it was obvious she was about to say something like, ‘That’s too many diapers!’, but the Baby squeezed her hand and she caught herself. “Of course, Daddy. Whatever you say.” 

Helping the Baby up, she pulled at the tapes, letting the soggy, smelly diaper flop onto the changing table. Pulling it away, she almost automatically moved to dump it into the changing pail, then caught herself. Instead, she climbed up onto the changing table so that she was crouched over the diaper, lifted it, and awkwardly taped it over her existing layers. 

The trio of heavy, stinky diapers weighed down on her as she got back to her feet, legs splayed out as it squelched around her, throwing off her balance. She had to lean against the changing table for support as she started wiping up the Baby, cleaning away the remnants of muck that were stuck to his bottom and thighs. Knowing she’d be licking up anything she missed, she was careful to do a good job. 

“Good,” Daddy instructed. “Baby, roll over so that she can get to you better.” 

The Baby obeyed. There was a twinge of hesitation, as he felt sorry for the Maid, but if he disobeyed it would just bring punishment for both of them, and he was excited to be released from the cage. 

“Maid, you know what to do.” 

She did. Bending over, she began exploring with her tongue, running it along the rim of her once-Husband’s asshole. He moaned, body reacting with pleasure to the sensation as she licked and probed. 

After a moment of uncertainty, she started to act with more enthusiasm, extending her tongue deeper into him. 

Daddy watched, pleased, taking a moment to look down at the Pup. “Are you ready for your fun?” 

The Pup was more than ready, as his raging erection showed, and he nodded in excited agreement. 

“Alright. Maid, you can stop.” 

She did, taking her face away. 

“There’s lube under the changing table. Make sure he’s ready.” 

She found it where it was supposed to be, and applied a generous amount with her fingers, spreading it and probing deep inside to ensure there were no dry spots. 

Once he was ready, she stepped back, nodding at Daddy. The Baby stood up, too, naked from the waist down, walking over to where the Pup was waiting. “Um… who has the key?” 

“The key?” Daddy asked, raising an eyebrow. “What do you need that for, Baby?” 

“So I can cum?” the Baby asked, tilting his head in confusion. 

“I said you had permission to cum,” Daddy clarified. “Not that you’d get to remove your cage, silly. Get down on all fours, now.” 

The Baby’s face fell in disappointment, but there was no argument. He did as instructed, getting on his hands and knees so that he was presented to the Pup eagerly. 

Pleasure clear in his tone, Daddy said, “He’s all yours.” 

The Pup didn’t waste any time. He was taller than the Baby, and when he got behind the Baby, the domination of the pose was clear. Lining himself up, he thrusted into the lubed-up hole, making the Baby gasp. 

It was a good gasp. A great one. He hadn’t known how good this was going to feel. 

His own little cock straining against the cage, the Baby pushed himself deeper onto the Pup’s cock, rolling his hips as the Pup pulled back and thrust again, harder, his tip quivering inside the Baby. 

They both moaned, the Baby’s voice more desperate as he wished to be free of the cage so he could take himself and do something with all the pleasure he was feeling. 

As they watched, Daddy stepped over to the maid, quietly saying, “Get on your knees.” 

She had expected he’d want a blowjob while this went on, and was ready for the instruction, obeying immediately. 

Daddy kept his pants on, though she could see him bulging beneath the zipper. “Tough yourself. Cum, maid, before they’re done.” 

“Sir-” she started, before remembering the consequence for argument. “Yes, sir.” 

Touching a hand to the front of her triple-thick layers of sodden, smelly, heavy diapers, she began to rub. It took a lot of force to feel the pressure between so much squelching pulp, but she managed. 

Though she hadn’t been caged, it had been a long time for her, too, and she gasped. 

The Pup was pounding himself into the Baby, each thrust making the Baby squeak in pleasure and desperation. He wanted to plead with Daddy, to beg for permission to be free of his cage, but all he could manage to say was, “P-please, please, please-” 

The Maid hated the sticky, wet warmth that was pressed tight against her skin, but she moaned in spite of herself, rubbing harder to try and cum in time. Daddy put his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down into the mess, making her diaper squelch and leak out onto her skirts and stockings, reminding her just how much she’d been using the diapers since she’d been placed into them. 

The Pup moaned, but slowed down, wanting to make this last. Beneath him, the Baby whimpered, trying to grind into the Pup to get more sensation out of the experience. “M-more, please- G-give it to me!” 

At that, the Pup was more than happy to oblige, riding his bitch for all he was worth. 

The Maid bit her lip, rubbing harder, grinding her hips into the floor in spite of the leaking puddle that was forming, faster, faster until- 

Across the room, the three of them reached their own version of climax. The Pup’s cock quivered inside the Baby, spurting deep into him, and while the Baby felt no satisfaction of release, he still dribbled out just from being milked, white fluids dripping from his cage onto the floor. 

The Maid squirted into her diaper, which was so overloaded that it just contributed to all the fluids leaking out to make a puddle on the floor and stains on her clothing. 

Daddy smiled. Though he hadn’t had such an explosive release, he felt more satisfied than anyone else in the room. Their moments of pleasure were fleeting and temporary - and, for the baby, there wasn’t even any real pleasure - while his power was permanent. 

And, besides, he could get his satisfaction here in just a moment. “Pup, please go get cleaned up. Baby, wait until you can get a fresh diaper, I don’t want you leaking all over the place. Maid, come here. I think I need to use your mouth for a moment before you get to work. Do a good enough job, I’ll even let you change before bedtime.”