Shocked, Steve didn’t know what to say and could only wriggle and writhe in protest as baby powder was sprinkled all over his groin and ass. “Blake, please stop this. You know it’s not right.”
The kid smirked. “I think I’m a better judge of what’s right and what’s not than you, and that’s part of what this is all about: teaching you right from wrong.” He brought the diaper up between his dad’s thighs and taped it shut.
“Dammit, Blake! When I get out of this, I’m gonna beat your fucking ass!”
“We’ll see,” came the reply as Steve was swivelled around and centered on the bed again, his body lowered and finally released from the straps.
Steve wiggled and twisted, but there was nothing he could do. The diaper was on, and he couldn’t get it off. And he really had to piss.
Blake laughed. “You’ll get used to that feeling, wearing diapers. You’ll get used to using them too.”
“This isn’t funny!”
“It is for me. You may want to let me know when you’re done pissing.”