He’d do any and all of it for a diaper change. That finally sunk into him, after everything, the only thing he wanted was to be changed. He’d give up all shreds of dignity without a second thought for it. He didn’t care about being… pretending to be… a grown man anymore. He wanted his masters… his mommy? daddy? Dominatrix? Owner? Whatever they wanted, he’d be.
Finally, he settled down into the box and stooped fighting the ropes. Instead, he reacted in the way he’d been trained to, the way that had hammered into him for months, and the way he knew his masters would want. He began to cry. His eyes teared and he moaned, calling for his masters to take care of him. He cried like the baby he knew he now was.