Becoming Nappyboy

By Mike H

Published on Sep 23, 2016

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On Christmas morning, I awoke to the sound of my mobile alarm going off. Lazily, I reached over to it and hit the button to silence it.

Immediately, the tick-tock sound started - with blurry vision, I read "Photo of your morning nappy and bedding". I took a few shots - I'd wet the bed a little, so it was damp: I knew he'd like to see that, so I took a couple to show I'd leaked. Then I rattled off a few from various angles, all showing my full nappy. As I used the app, each photo uploaded immediately. With dismay, I noticed the counter on the `days remaining' link had gone up to 130. All hope of shooting my load any time soon was evaporating.

I got a message from Him: "Happy Christmas - get your ass over here and let's open some presents before you go to your parents. Want to make this the best Christmas ever. Nappy looks good, no need to change. Dirty onesie from yesterday, light grey trackies, trainers only - see you soon"

The `days remaining' started clocking up almost immediately - so much for "letting the internet decide".

Despite leaking overnight, the nappy wasn't making too much of a mess as I pulled the onesie down and over it, then fastened the crotch. I made it over to His place and went in. Despite walking carefully, I had still leaked a little, so the inside legs of my pants showed up a little darker as I had walked up the stairs.

The door was open, so I headed towards the lounge.

Now that's a good look', He said looking at my swollen crotch and wet pants, it really suits you'

I grinned.

`Happy Christmas', I replied.

`Come, sit down - no, don't take your pants off - I want you to take a couple more photo's using the app, then I can show you your Christmas present'.

I took a couple of shots showing my wet pants and they, again, uploaded. Then, I sat on the sofa and felt the piss forcing its way out into my onesie and pants. I blushed as I saw my pants getting wetter.

Now', he said, grabbing his laptop, you have a choice ...'

He showed me the screen. On it was a simple choice-box with three numbers:

50010005000

Choose and press submit' - rather fitting for this situation', he said, grinning.

Nervously, I clicked on the middle option - 1000, then pressed the button. The screen went to a web-site that was already showing my latest `wet pants' uploads.

Above the photo's was a line of text that read:

"I am learning to become Nappyboy. As such, I have agreed to lose my body hair, and will learn to adapt to plugs and nappies 24/7/365., along with suitable nappy-friendly clothing. As part of this, I am to ask whether as Nappyboy, you agree that my nappies should never be exposed to my own cum, and this gives you a chance to agree with this (or not). I am in chastity as you can see. (big photo of my cock dripping pre-cum in its cage) so my nappies are safe for the next 148 days.

I have been given a special Christmas present - a pack of permanent welding epoxy and I have just chosen that if I get 1,000 "permanent chastity" votes. then you can see a video of me being caged. Permanently.

The way this works is - every time I post a picture, it will go out here and on social media, with a link to this message.

Click on permanent chastity', and it's one more vote. If you like' or share the picture, it adds more time to my lock-up, but if you vote `Unlock', then it removes time from my lock-up. If the time gets to zero, I get released. You can like and share on each picture on each social media site - each will count as a separate vote.

Please help me reach my Nappyboy target - permanent chastity is only 1,000 votes away.

Please share this message and the photo links, let's see if I can be a proper Nappyboy and get locked up permanently for the start of the new year! Happy Christmas from Nappyboy!"

Underneath were four buttons, a big VOTE FOR PERMANENT CHASTITY', and then slightly smaller Like' and Share' buttons. Underneath in grey was a Remove 1 day from chastity count'."

He was grinning widely as I read the page.

`So, this is my Christmas present to you', He said, passing me a small package wrapped up.

`Photo now, on top of your wet pants, then another after you open it'.

Now I understood why the number of days had shot up to 148. He'd obviously already had some form of counter running on the site.

I took a photograph of the package, and then ripped it open. I could see the photo of the package was already updated on the laptop screen, Inside the package was a pack of two tubes - mixed together, these would make the weld. As instructed, I took another photo and saw it appear on the screen.

I noticed the text changing to show 151 days in chastity. but already saw 2 votes for permanent chastity. It looked like it would just be a question of whether people voted enough times in the `chastity' period I was to remain in the cage.

Right', he said, time to change you and send you over to your parents ...'

We walked into the bedroom. He'd laid out a new nappy, a catheter and a pair of my jeans.

`I'm not having any risk of you not wearing today. I don't care if you're at your parents or not. Nappy training doesn't stop just because you're out visiting.'

He walked over and pulled my pants down around my ankles. I stepped out of them.

`We'll keep theses like this. It's only been a minor leak. Now, bend over the bed.'

I did as I was told and felt him unfastening my nappy tapes. The nappy fell to the floor with a thud.

He ran his hands over my wet balls and crack.

`Hmm. Tiny bit of stubble there - you know the rules - totally smooth, neck down. Always!'

A few seconds later, I felt a sharp pain. He'd started paddling me! I lost count of how many swats I had, but I know my ass was a deep red when he finished. He went to the lounge and picked up my `phone. Then brought it back to me.

`Unlock it - let's get some photo's of this online.'

I unlocked the `phone and then heard the app click a few times as he took shots of my caged cock, red ass and soaked nappy.

`That should help the ratings', He said, grinning.

With that, he grabbed the lube from the pile of things on the bed and lubed himself up. I felt the pressure on my hole as he started pushing into me. I heard a few more clicks from the `phone app as he fucked me: balls deep, then all out, then balls deep.

Fuck yes', he said, there's something about fucking a freshly spanked ass'.

After a few minutes of rough pounding, I felt him cum inside me. He held me tight, cock up to the balls embedded in my hole. After a few minutes, I could feel him start to soften and relax, then the familiar feeling of warm pissing filling my insides.

Still inside me, he gabbed a plug off the bed and then pulled out, immediately plugging his piss and cum in me.

Right', he said, get on your back on the bed, let's get this cath in you.'

After I got onto the bed, he unlocked my cage and started cleaning me up. It felt weird being out of my cage and I got hard instantly.

We'll punish you later for getting hard, he said, I think I'll miss catheterising you when you get locked permanently'.

After threading the end of the cath through the slit in the cage, I felt the tip of the tube start invading my penis as he gently worked it deeper into me - stopping occasionally to take another shot for the website.

A few minutes later, I could feel the pressure against the inner muscle walls. A couple of seconds after that, the cath broke through. He inflated the balloon and then pulled gently to make sure it was secure.

With the cath installed, he started masturbating me. I felt my balls start tightening and was right on the point of shooting my load when he stopped.

`Nappyboy doesn't cum', he said.

Reaching across to the bedside table, he picked up a glass full of iced water - I hadn't noticed this when I came into the bedroom. He scooped out a handful of ice and wrapped it round my penis. I yelped in surprise, and within a few seconds I had gone completely soft. With that, he installed the top of the cage - the cath ends dangling out of the piss-slit.

He told me to lift up and put an ID nappy under me. Then, removing the plug from the end of the cath tube, he quickly fastened the nappy on to me. He took a few more photo's via the app, and then told me to fasten up my onesie. The crotch was clearly piss-stained from where I'd leaked earlier.

Good'. he said, now you're nearly dressed properly'.

He chucked my jeans to me.

`Put these on, and this ...', he passed me a black leather belt too.

I pulled the jeans up over my nappy and onesie. Luckily the jeans hid the piss-stains on the onesie. After threading the belt through the loops, I fastened it. He then pulled me close - for a moment I thought he was going to hug me, but instead he bent down and with a `click' had threaded a tiny padlock through the belt-fastener. I was effectively locked in my jeans until he released me.

He took another photo and then passed me the `phone.

Right', he said, go home and put whatever top you want on - then go visit your parents. I'll see you later. Oh, and I might be sending a few instructions during the day too ...'

Next: Chapter 15


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