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Kurt awoke from a restless sleep. His diaper felt warm - he must have urinated in his sleep. He needed to make a bowel movement but could not fathom doing so in the diaper. The suppository made his bowels hurt; he didn't know how long he would be able to hold off the impending need to defecate. How humiliating. Why did Mark do this to him?
Unbeknownst to Kurt, Mark had entered Kurt's room in the middle of the night to check on Kurt. The baby monitor had been turned on and Mark did not hear any signs of activity. He saw that Kurt was asleep, his movement's constricted due to the bindings. He laid a blanket on the younger man, making sure that he would not be that cold throughout the night. The room was not odoriferous. The imminent bowel movement would happen soon enough, he thought to himself.
Kurt moaned in pain and from humiliation. He tried desperately to move, his movements restricted, and he needed to rid himself of the diaper but flayed at the restraints to no avail. He continued like that for more than ten minutes. Finally, out of sheer desperation and degradation, he submitted to nature's calling. Lying there on the rubber-covered bed Kurt relaxed his sphincter muscle and defecated.
He felt the warm substance build up and ball in his diaper. He knew that he had reached his endpoint in his quest for submission. Mark's words from yesterday echoed in his mind, "I enjoy the psychological aspects of domination. I control how and when you will eliminate your waste." He started to cry as the room started to smell of his waste and the diaper swelled to maximum capacity.
Hearing Kurt's weeping, Mark entered the room wearing a bathrobe. This time he noticed the acrid smell of human excrement. He did not have a scat fetish. He only placed his boys in diapers for their initial stay with him. A boy must first be "broken" psychologically in order to truly give himself to his master.
Mark sat down next to Kurt and wiped the younger man's tears from his face. He stroked the boy's hair and face, soothing and comforting the bound boy.
"What's wrong my boy. did you not enjoy your experience?"
"No Sir. I do not enjoy this."
"Daddy will change you. But first, I want to remind you that you are mine for this weekend. I will make all decisions for you and you will obey without a whimper.
Before we enter my play space today, you need to understand and accept your position. You are my property. You will do everything I say. If we go out to dinner, you will wear a diaper. It that understood boy?"
"Yes Sir," Kurt said in a broken tone.
Mark removed himself from the bed and opened a dresser drawer. He took out a box of baby wipes, a new diaper, and a large pacifier. Moving back to the bed, he placed the pacifier in Kurt's mouth.
"Since you're such a crybaby, I might as well treat you like one. Suck boy."
Kurt obeyed his Daddy's command and started to suck on the large pacifier. Mark unfastened the four restraints and lifted Kurt's buttocks off the bed. He carefully slid the odoriferous pants off his boy and threw them on the ground.
He will have Kurt hand wash them later on. Positioning the new diaper underneath Kurt's buttocks, he unfastened the four tapes and cleaned the excrement from Kurt's hairless groin area. He pulled the entire soiled diaper and placed it to the side as he finished cleaning Kurt. He then refastened a new diaper and told Kurt to follow him.
They walked into an adjoining bathroom. Mark told Kurt to wash his hands. Kurt did so, envying the privilege of using the toilet. Kurt thought to himself of the simple things that he used to take for granted. This experience has certainly made him appreciate his ability to function by himself. The large pacifier was still ensconced in his mouth. He then followed Mark into the large kitchen.
Mark sat down and ordered Kurt to make him two eggs (medium), two slices of toast and coffee. Once Kurt was done making his breakfast, he could remove the pacifier and pour himself a bowl of the kid's cereal that was laid out on the table.
Mark admired Kurt's buttocks from behind as he made him his breakfast. He smiled as Kurt bent down to remove the eggs from the refrigerator, his diaper on full display.
After eating their respective meals in silence, Mark made Kurt clean up. Kurt was still hungry and desperately needed coffee. He poured himself a cup from the pot while Mark was out of the room. He momentarily savored the needed caffeine boost but was startled when Mark re-entered the room. He looked at Kurt and the cup he was holding, his face turning bright red.
"Did I say you could have a cup of coffee?" Mark was furious and Kurt started to get nervous.
"No Sir, you did not. I just assumed."
"You what? You will assume nothing. You will follow my orders, or you can leave. The choice is yours."
"I wish to stay Sir and I am very sorry. I kindly ask for your forgiveness."
"Since you have chosen to remain here under your own volition, then follow me boy."
Kurt followed Mark back to the spare bedroom. He remained motionless awaiting the older man's next order. Mark went to the dresser and opened a drawer. He removed the leather paddle that he used on Kurt during their first session together. He then walked over to the bed and sat down.
"You know what to do boy. Get on my lap now!!!"
