Homo Depot Punishment 1
by Mudcub
stories@mudcub.com
You are sucking my dick in the hot cab of my truck. Your diaper is really stinking now in the hot summer sun. I bet you want me to cum quickly so we can start driving home for your punishment. However, I don't cum yet, not even close. But when I finally lift you up off my crotch by your ears, your mouth is full of my precum. You'll be tasting that the whole ride home.
Before we start, I take out an old pair of dirty workgloves from the glove compartment (where they belong, naturally!). I have you put them on. Then, from under my seat, I grab a roll of duct tape. I order you to ball your hands up in little baby fists, and then wrap the tape around and around and around. You can feel the tightness of it, just like the duct tape that I wrapped around your diaper. Now you are helpless, and I have to buckle you into your car seat like a little boy. It will also keep your hands from wandering and playing with yourself for the next few hours.
It's a long drive back, since I live in the country. Half-way there, I have to roll down a window for some air. The whole way I give you grief over what a stinky baby you are. You're sweating through that t-shirt, and I bet you're starting to soak through the car seat. Too bad you can't do anything about it.
We pull up to my house, and I get out. I have to walk around and open the door for you, and then unbuckle your belt. But I don't lead you to the front door, instead we walk around to the side of the garage. Luckily, there are no neighbors, so nobody can see you following behind me, pants drooping, fistmitts on your hands. But it also means that nobody can hear you scream.
And you'll be doing a lot of that real soon. Did you forget about the seventeen punishments you'll get for the missing the hour deadline?
You start to walk towards the front door, but unexpectedly, I shove you down into the dirt. Babies don't walk, I explain. They crawl. And they sure as hell don't talk. Any of that behavior will add to your punishment, I tell you as I turn and walk to the side door of the garage. You try to follow as best you can, your knees getting muddy with my unpaved driveway. It takes a lot of effort, your leaking diaper dripping down your thighs and soaking into your jeans. Finally, you make it to the side of the house, and look into the garage.
Your eyes go wide when you see what I've done with the place. It's now a full dungeon: walls painted black, chains and straps hanging form the ceiling, and a big industrial drain in the floor. Of course, it isn't air conditioned either. In the middle of the floor, there's a small sawhorse-looking contraption. I've positioned it right underneath a spotlight shining down, right in front of a full-length mirror. I bet you know where you're going first.
Your eyes are darting all over the place, trying to take in the scene. There are things hanging all over the place: hoods, whips, metal bondage devices, stuff you don't know what it is. I shove you roughly forward.. I don't want you too curious and spoil the surprises later. Instead, strip off your dirty t-shirt and bend you over the wooden bench. It's called a "spanking bench", I explain, and I made it myself. Using some handy advice form the guys at Home Depot, in fact. You'll get to understand why it's called a spanking bench soon enough.
The bench is comfortable, with a padded top that cushions your chest. You think you might be able to sleep in that position. Maybe some night, I'll make you do that. You hands get secured to the base of the banch with thick leather straps, and the same with your elbows. There's no way you're going to get up now. Then, I undo your boots, throwing them into the corner of the garage. Maybe if you're into sweaty sock, I'll strap them to your face in bondage and make you breathe bootstink for an hour. Instead, I come back over to you, lying there helpless. With one yank, I pull off your jeans, almost taking off the diaper, too. Then, I fasten your ankles and knees with more leather straps. You are basically a baby on all fours now, your face bent down looking at the greasy oil-stained garage floor.
I leave you lying there for a few minutes, busying myself with preparations on the other side of the dark garage that you can't see. You look into the corner of the garage you are facing, and notice a huge pile of diapers. all different kinds. Some type you've never seen before. Most are clean, but a couple may have been used already, judging from the smell coming from the corner. You start to fantasize that I make you wallow in a huge pile of those diapers, covering you up in them so you can't see. Your dick starts to get hard in the diaper, and you can feel your cooling shit dripping from the back of the diaper to the front, soaking your balls. This just makes you harder, and you wish your hands were free to jack off.
But there's nothing you can do, tied to that bench. You can wiggle your ass a little bit, and lift your head about an inch. But that's about it. You feel vulnerable with your ass in the air, exposing the diaper for all to see. You are lost in your own thoughts, so you don't even notice me coming up behind you quietly. Of course I've been watching you, and noticed you wiggling your little baby ass. I know you're horny, and without checking, I know you've got a hard-on. This makes me excited, and I start to get hard myself.
I can't help myself. You jump when I suddenly place my cold hands on your bare back. Or you would have jumped if you can move. Instead, you let out a little puppy yelp - you're lucky you didn't say a human word or there would have been punishment. I rub my hands all over your back, your bare things. I feel your woolen socks, and think for a second about gagging you with them. But I resist - I want to hear you scream this time.
I rub your diaper, and I can feel the warm wet mass of shit inside it, sliding down to your crotch. Oh fuck. I can certainly smell it from here. You feel my hands on your ass, and I see you frantically try to turn your head backwards to see what I'm doing. I can see the scene a lot better - in the full length mirror next to the bench, I'm unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling out my hard dick. I strip off my t-shirt, sniffing my ripe pits. Man I'm sweating too in this summer heat. I'm sure you'll be a good boy and like my body clean of sweat real soon. And I mean all over. including my feet and ass crack.
You don't see the knife that I pull out of my right boot. Not that you'd mind. after months of chatting online, you trust me. But you still might feel a little nervous as you feel the blade of the knife slide over your biceps, down your spine. You know that you are helpless, and that I could cut you any time if I was really a sadistic fuck.
But I'm not. I'm just a horny daddy playing with you. The knife is for the diaper. I make a little hole in the seat, being really careful not to prick you. it takes a little effort to cut through the padding, but by pulling with my fingers, I make a good sized hole. Big enough for my dick. Or my fist.
God, I can't wait, and I lean over the bench on top of you. You grunt softly at my weight on top, my hairy chest pressing into your back. My dick is so hard, I bet it could have punched a hole in the diaper by itself! Instead, you feel my 8 inch dick slide through the diaper and start poking at your asshole. Ah fuck. your ass is such a shitty mess. It's like sliding my cock into a bowl of warm pudding. But I can feel at the center of the slop your hole is pulsating open and close. I find my target, and I start to push in.
You moan and I moan. Damn this feel so good. My dick is pretty thick, and I can hear a note of hurt in your voice as I push all the way in. But I'm a nice guy, I leave my dick in your ass for a minute, and let you get used to the width. I can feel you hole relax, and then start to "chew" on my dick like you were trying to jack me off using only your ass muscles. Yer a good boy, and a great fuckhole. Now I know you're ready, and I start to piston my dick back and forth in your hole. Eventually your moans of pain become moans of pleasure.
Oh, I could cum any time. Your ass is that good. But I don't want to. Instead, I just collapse on your back, laying my full weight on top of you. I hear you snort as the breathe leaves you. But you can take it. I leave my dick in your ass, and feel it start to get soft. You wiggle your ass a little bit - I know you want more fucking. You're such a little whore. But you're going to have to wait a bit. Sure, you're going to get a lot more assplay real soon. But before you cum, you are going to have a lot of punishment to get through first.
I busy myself by sniffing your armpits from behind. Damn yer sweating boy - river of liquid are cascading down your torso, dripping off your nipples onto the floor. Oh well, more to lick up later. The stink of your armpits and mine compliments nicely the stink of the shit that has bubbled up through the diaper hole and around my dick. I've got a real chocolate bar now. and you know you're going to have to clean it up eventually.
Finally, I'm relaxed enough - I close my eyes and start to piss up your hole. I feel you jerk a little on the bench beneath me, I bet you didn't expect this. But I have to piss a LOT, and it takes about five minutes to fill up your hole. Your guts start to ache, and you moan a little more. The piss fills you up and makes your guts gurgle. Maybe next time, I'll piss down your throat so you'll enjoy it more. Maybe we'll do that this weekend. we've got a lot of time, and I can make a lot more piss for you, boy./
I explain to you that you're not going to let any of my precious piss out, or you will suffer the consequences. I order you to clench your asshole tight as I pull out. You feel my long cock slowly slide out of you - leaving you with a void in your ass and your heart. You wish I was still inside you, but you concentrate instead on keeping a good seal. You do a pretty good job of it, only letting out a single trickle of piss and precum out.
I let you lay there a minute. your asshole still twitching for the use and abuse. Sweat plastered all over your hair, soaking your back. I get up and catch my breath. Then, I lean over and undo the tape fasteners from your diaper, and with one motion, the filled diaper hits the floor. Luckily, most of the shit stays in the diaper. you'll be licking up anything that splattered later. Damn your ass is a mess. Almost as brown as my dick. I see your hole clamped shut, trying valiantly to hold in my gallon of piss.
Lucky for you, I'm a nice guy, and I have a buttplug nearby that will help you hold all the liquid in. It's a lot thicker than my dick, about as wide as my wrist. I position it at the entrance of your hole, and shove it in. The copious amount of shit around your hole lubricates it nicely, and it seats itself deeply and securely. You yell and moan as I do this, and the second you are quiet again, I explain that you will keep that plug in your hole and not shoot it out across the room. Trust me, you don't want to see what happens if you fail to control yourself.
I cradle the diaper in both hands. A little of it sloshes out. But that's nothing compared to the shit that's now flowing down your thighs and onto the dirty concrete floor. man the stink is horrendous. I can't stand the dirty diaper. You must smell it too, because you lift your head to try to look up at me as I walk around to the front of the bench.
And that's when the lights go out.
At least for you, not for me. I take the shitty diaper and slap it over your held. You feel the cool thick wet shit hit the back of your hair, and then you see the brown back of the diaper cover your nose and mouth. Remember than hole I ripped in the seat to fuck you with? That's your breathing hole now. Your ONLY breathing hole, since I take another roll of duct tape and wrap it around and around your head some of it sticks to your hair and ears - I don't care. Eventually, you have a mummified head, your face submersed in a pool of your own shit, gasping and panting through a small one inch hole that's dripping shit onto the floor beneath you.
Yeah, this is how I like my boys. You can't see anything, but if you could, you'd see me walk around to the new Home Depot bags that we bought just an hour ago. I pull out something I made you buy - it's a length of rubber tubing from the plumbing section. This is the first punishment.
Sixteen more to go.