Posted by Fatboy on July 08, 2005 at 07:44 [68.30.249.128]
Sara changed me in the bedroom and then dressed me in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Slipped some socks and sneakers on me and said, “Let’s go for walk, shall we.” We headed out the door and down the block. She held my hand, but it was more like a girlfriend then a nanny leading her charge. We just walked and talked. It was getting on towards twilight and it was a beautiful evening. We came to a little coffee shop and she asked if I would like to go in. I said that I would love to and in we went. She sat us at her “favorite table” as she was a regular.
“What is the nature of your relationship with Lexi?” she asked. I explained that I had been dumped on her to get me out of the way from my wife and her lover. That her lover really had no use for me and wanted to make my existence at my own house unbearable so I would just go away. “I love my wife and just want her to be happy. I think she believes that all of this is making me happy and maybe it is. I mean I love the whole ‘naughty little boy’ treatment. I have had some of the most incredible sex, present company included.” She thanked me and said that it was fun for her also. The waitress approached and took our order. She winked at me and left to get our coffee.
I mentioned that I was surprised at the attention I had been getting lately, that I never thought of myself as much to look at. “You have the boyish charm that women love,” she said, “and all the more so from you submissiveness. I saw it right away in the park, you just look like a little boy that I could snuggle up to.” As the waitress delivered our order I had to lean forward in my chair as I deposited another load in my diaper. My face reddened and the waitress stood staring at me with a puzzled look on her face. She finally asked, “Are you alright?” Sara spoke up, “He’s fine, he is just having a poo in his nappy.” This didn’t help the waitress as she didn’t quite get the British slang. “I’m sorry, he what now?” she asked. Sara started to laugh and said, “He is pooping in his diaper, “ she translated. This only further puzzled the waitress. “He is, why is he,..actually I don’t want to know,” she stated and walked off to share her story with her co-workers.
Sara laughed and said, “You did say you enjoyed the humiliation, yes?” I nodded, though blushing. “Well I must admit, I get a bit of a thrill doing it to you. How far are you willing to go with this? I mean, if I took down your jeans and checked your diaper right here, would you let me?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. “I just don’t want to get arrested, I am very concerned about public exposure and just how far we can push it. These people around us may not find it very amusing to have my dirty diaper exposed,” I explained. Our waitress returned with the manager of the coffee shop. The manager, a girl not much older than the waitress, asked, “Is what I hear true? Have you shit in your pants?” I was more than a little surprised by the question. Sara spoke up, “That’s a bit rude don’t you think?” The manager, recognizing Sara said, “I just can’t have this sort of thing going on in here Sara, I don’t want to lose my other customers, you understand?” Sara smiled and said that she did not understand, “I am baby sitting this poor handicapped man and you want to through us out? That just isn’t right!” She took me by the hand and we walked out. Once outside she burst out laughing and said that she didn’t think she would be welcome in there anymore.
Sara said she new of an underground rave that was going on tonight and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I asked if we could go home and change my diaper first and she said it would be more fun to go as I was. She said I would feel right at home as everyone would be chewing on paci’s and looking like babies. It was about six blocks to the party and we walked holding hands again. I could listen to her talk all night, her accent was intoxicating. We turned down an alley and found a stair case that went down to a basement. I could hear the music as we descended and it blasted at us when the bouncer opened the door. The place was full of young teens and twenty somethings all dancing and grinding each other. Sara was correct in that more than half of them had pacifiers in their mouths. There were strobe lights and laser lights and glow sticks everywhere. We were approached almost immediately by someone selling ecstasy and Sara purchased some for each of us. I had never tried it and she just popped it into my mouth. She pulled a pair of pacifiers out of her bag and put one in each of our mouths also.
She led us out into the middle of all these writhing bodies and we began our own grind with each other. Before long there were bodies rubbing against us and I felt hands all over me. It was thrilling and I was really enjoying myself until I felt hands on my ass. They were rubbing and squeezing the lump in my pants and I kind of panicked. I turned to find two beautiful girls, twins, smiling at me around their pacifiers. The snuggled in close to me and reached around to grab my ass again to feel the poop in my diaper. One of them leaned into my ear and shouted over the music, “Are you wearing a diaper?” I turned toward her and nodded. She shouted again, “So this is poop in your pants?” I nodded again. She started to giggle and shouted to her sister what she had discovered. Her sister already figured it out and while they played with the bulge in the seat of my pants, Sara dry humped against my front. I was so hard and started to get really hot. I was running my hands over all three girls and couldn’t get enough of touching them.
We moved off the dance floor and into a little side room and just touched each other, everywhere. The foursome started to get really hot and then the clothes started to come off. The girls got naked and I was down to my t-shirt and diaper. One of the twins was feeling my ass as I started to poop again and they, all three, put a hand on my ass to feel it come out. This sent them all into a frenzy of tactile pleasure and Sara went down on one of the twins while the other pulled my cock out of my diaper and impaled herself on it. I had a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and we were moaning in pleasure when we started to hear shouts and screams from the dance area. The place was being raided by the police.
The twins grabbed their clothes and ran naked, Sara stayed with me and started to get dressed. I looked for my pants and found that in their rush to escape, one of the twins grabbed my jeans and ran off with them. A police officer entered the little room we were in and stared t me for a bit before arresting us both. He put those little zip tie plastic cuffs on us and we were pushed out of the place and into a police van. I was freaking out, over heated and flying on the ecstasy. I sat on the bench in the police van between Sara and another girl who looked at me and started to laugh uncontrollably. The inside of the van was surreal, with people screaming, laughing, crying and yet still trying to touch each other, though their hands were bound behind them. I started to hyperventilate and was sweating buckets. I passed out.
I awoke in a bed with side rails. I was cuffed to one side and started to focus on where I was. It looked like a hospital room ad I had and I.V. in the arm that was attached to the bed side. It was still dark outside the window and I was very woozy. My mouth was very dry and my head was pounding. I was covered by a sheet and I felt down with my free hand. My diaper had been changed and I was wearing a hospital gown. There was a styrofoam cup on the table next to the bed with a bendy straw sticking out of it. I reached for it and took a small sip. It was water and continued to take small sips till the parched feeling in my mouth eased. There was a curtain that divided the room and I couldn’t tell if I was alone or not. I felt my bowels give way again and I looked for the button to call the nurse.
A beautiful red head in a white uniform entered before I found it and asked how I was doing. “Where am I?” I asked. “Your in the hospital. They brought you in a couple of hours ago. Aren’t you a little old to be at a rave?” she asked with a smirk on her face. “Yes, I’m too old for a lot of things,” I said and asked to be changed. “Yes I wondered about that, do you have a medical need or is this a kinky rave thing?” I explained that I had no bladder control since my accident as a teenager. She responded, “That doesn’t explain the lack of bowel control,” as she changed my messy pants. “That can wait, you came in with no ID so I have a bunch of questions for you starting with your name.” I gave her all my info and she went to call Sandy. I just hoped that she wasn’t actually in Europe. I fell back to sleep waiting for the nurse red head to return.
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