So Nick and I have been together for over a year now. Everyone knows we're a couple, but no one knows that, when the doors to our apartment are closed, we're Daddy and Baby as often if not more often than Nick and Finnick. And yeah, I think of it as our apartment. It's nice to split the costs...means more money for each of us, rather than either of us feeling broke. And hey, diapers ain't cheap, so I'm glad things are goin' well with my Targoat job. I actually got promoted to department manager. I'm the head of the Boys Department, funny enough. I get to make sure we've got the best lookin' stuff available, which works out well for me, too.

Things had been going great, when Nick mentioned something that shot ice water through my veins. “You told them what?” I said, almost unable to believe it.

Nick winced. “I said that you were my baby boy. Don't worry...it was just a couple of guys at the bar. And I quickly passed it off as a joke...something I called you to annoy you.”

“Work-mates?” I asked. I don't know many of the ZPD guys, but if that's who it was, the whole damned ZPD was going to know.

“No, no, no,” he assured me. “Only Carrots was there from the force. Her and some friends of hers.” Judy didn't bother me. I'd given Nick permission to tell her early on about our relationship, and she was a great friend to both of us. But the friends? Nick saw my expression. “Hey, hey...they aren't even from Zootopia. One's from Bunny Burrow...an old friend of hers I think...a fox...you'd probably like him. Super sweet guy. The other guy...he was a rabbit, like her. A cousin, I think she said?” He shook his head. “I don't think he's local. Sounds like he spends a lot of time out of town.”

I was still frowning, arms folded. “I just can't believe you said something.”

Nick got down next to me, half-kneeling. “I know, and I'm so sorry. I'd had some drinks, and I...” He reached up, fingers stroking along my cheek. “I just really love you, Finny. I'm so happy with what we have. You are my baby boy, after all.”

I shivered. It wasn't fair that he knew every place on my body that made me feel good. “Yeah, I am,” I finally sighed. “But that stuff is just...it's kinky an' kind of embarrassing. I don't want it being common knowledge is all.”

Nick nodded rapidly. “I swear I'll be more careful. I'm pretty sure everyone but Carrots just thought it was a cute nickname. Do you forgive Daddy?” He opened his arms, offering a hug. After a moment, I nodded, and we hugged, warmly, at the table. “You know,” he said, “I meant what I told you before...I know you're still pretty new to this stuff. I'm perfectly happy for you to experiment with others.”

I laughed. “Nick, I'm barely able to keep myself from freakin' out that we're doin' this at times. I can't imagine doin' this with anyone else.”

He smiled and nodded. “Well, that's fine, too. Just being clear.”

I didn't think much of it after that. A few weeks went by, and things continued as they had been. We both had our jobs, and we had each other. There were a lot of diapers, a lot of sex...life was good!

The weekend was going to be on my own, and I knew that. There was some kind of conference on diversity in policing, and Judy and Nick were sort of the poster children for that, so they were going to guest at it. Nick had offered to have me come along, but being surrounded by cops all weekend didn't sound like my idea of a good time. “You're sure you'll be okay alone?” he asked me for the fourteenth time.

I laughed and punched his arm. “You ask me again, and I'll bite you,” I said, in a soft tone. “Nick, you're my Daddy, and I love you, but I really am a grown-up, you might remember. I'll be fine.”

He grinned, sheepishly. “I get it. Really, I'm the one who's gonna be a mess. Lots of pressure to look good at the conference. You're gonna be awesome.” He hugged me, and I hugged back. “You'll probably be glad to have some alone time.”

I shook my head. “I'm gonna miss you like crazy, you jerk,” I said, truthfully. I've been getting much better about sharing my real feelings. My therapist, Cindy's, been great to work with. “But it's just a weekend...and you're gonna be late for your train if you don't get going! Judy's gonna be downstairs in two minutes, and that bunny is punctual!”

He cupped my face with his hands, kissing my forehead. “When I get back, I'm gonna diaper you, and make love to my sexy baby.”

I felt the burn on my ears. “You'd better. I'm gonna miss my Daddy an' his monster cock.”

We hugged another moment, and then he stepped back, picked up his suitcase, and headed off with a smile and a wave. I walked to the window, watched him get in Judy's car, and watched them drive away. I sighed. Despite what I told him, I wasn't looking forward to being alone. The truth was that I'd gotten to feeling a bit domesticated from our time together. I really looked forward to every night in Nick's arms. It was going to be a lonely weekend.

Luckily, I had work that day, but after that, nothing specific planned until Monday. Normally, I'd love a weekend off, but, without Nick there, it was going to be a long, lonely time. That's probably why I finally decided to head out to Pinky's. Pinky's is a gay bar that's within a pretty easy walk of our apartment. Although I had balked at the idea of going to a gay bar at first, Nick had coaxed me out, and now, I'd found I kind of liked going there, being out about who I really was...

Well...*mostly* out. There were definitely some things about our private life I never intended to discuss there.

It was raining lightly when I left, so I had forgone an umbrella. I was regretting it by the time I got there, because the rain had gotten colder and heavier. “Hey, shortstack,” the bouncer, a moose named Tom with killer abs said. “I'm gonna need to see some ID.”

“Harr, harr,” I said with a grin that Tom echoed back. He waved me in, and I slipped into the warmth. It was dim, with a rich smell of many spilled beers. I peeled off my damp coat, hanging it up, then walked over to the bar and used one of the stools for littler critters, which had a short set of steps leading up to them. I signaled the barkeep...he was one of the ones I didn't know by name, yet, a jerboa with a disaffected attitude. I ordered a beer and sipped it looking over the crowd. Sparse crowd with none of the regulars I recognized. I decided to stay a while. Folks I half-knew drifted in and out, and I had a few beers too many, probably. As it got later, I started regretting not wearing a diaper, as my bladder was beginning to protest. I hit the restroom and returned. As I hopped back up to my chair and downed some of my latest beer, I scanned the crowd again. No one I knew this time, but there was definitely someone eyeing me up.

He was a bunny...a rabbit, really, probably about Nick's age, a bit taller than Judy. Maybe a different breed. Silver fur, black stripes around his ears and cheeks. He was kind of lanky, dressed nicely in a suit jacket over a button-down shirt that was open at the top. He had a cocky sort of grin that was one part likable and one part irritating. Very sure of himself. Or maybe just amused that here was a predator species that he was taller than. He nodded to me, and I nodded back. Seemed nice enough, but I wasn't planning on taking any bait just then. Of course, he sort of forced the issue.

“Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”

I had turned back to my beer, and he had apparently decided to approach. I looked at the seat he was indicating. It was the first of the seats for larger animals, and I shook my head. “Not to my knowledge.”

“May I?” he asked, half-turning the swiveling stool towards himself before asking, almost like it was a foregone conclusion.

I half-considered saying no in a burst of old wariness. But I didn't really have anyone to talk to, and I figured it couldn't do much harm. I shrugged. “Not that I'm aware of. Knock yourself out.”

He slid gracefully into the chair. Of course, the genius who had built the seating hadn't evened out the short seats and the tall ones, so he was much taller than me once he was sitting there, but he didn't seem to mind, smiling down at me. “Handsome little guy,” he said. There was something warm in his voice...a confidence and resonance that somehow didn't rankle me when he called me little.

I smirked up at him. “Not too bad yourself, Stripes.” Were we flirting? It kind of felt like we were flirting. I'd done a little of that when Nick was around, bolstering my self-confidence. But there was no Nick here now. It kind of felt good, though. Just knowing I had Nick in my life made me feel more confident.

He seemed to like it, in any case. “Stripes, is it?” he laughed. “I can live with that. And what shall I call you?”

I shrugged. “Call me whatever you want,” I grinned, enjoying the back and forth.

His grin got a bit wicked. He leaned in and spoke softly. “Oh? Well, maybe I'll just call you...Baby Boy.” I felt the burn rip up through my ears as I blushed darkly. “Oh ho...seems I hit dead center on that one, hmmm?” He reached over, ruffling my ears. “Baby Boy it is, then.” I was shocked. Surely there weren't rumors? Unless Nick's slip when talking to Judy's friends had somehow spread? Was the whole town talking about it? I wasn't sure if embarrassment could be fatal, but my stomach was lurching in some interesting ways.

He definitely seemed to notice. “Oh my...Baby's feeling flustered.” He patted my back. “Don't worry, Squirt. I'm a friend of Nick's. And no, he didn't tell me much, but I'm pretty good at putting clues together.” He smiled in a way that I think was made to be reassuring. “No one else knows, I'm sure.”

I put a couple of things together myself. “Are you...Judy's cousin?”

He smiled. “My name's Jack. Judy's family are sort of family friends, and she calls me cousin, even though we're not related.” He waved the whole mish-mash away. “Long story.” He smiled, looking me up and down. “You're even cuter than Nick's photos made you out to be.”

I drank some beer, trying to keep everything under control. “He showed you pictures?” I said, in a slightly strangled tone.

“Just normal pictures,” he assured me. “Of course, his 'baby boy' comment piqued my interest. I asked Judy a few questions...plied Nick a little with innocent observations...” He grins. “Plus the nose knows.” He tapped his own. “Talc is a very distinctive smell.”

“What are you? A cop?”

He smiled. “Not exactly. But my line of work demands that I be perceptive.” He smiled, stroking my back. It was actually soothing, and I calmed a little. “Now, I'm not trying to blackmail you or anything...no worries there. Your secret's absolutely safe with me.”

“So what are you trying to do?” I asked, feeling a little uncertain and VERY off-balance.

“Seriously?” he said, cocking his head, looking concerned. “Am I losing my touch?” He grinned a little. “I'm trying to take you home.” He let that hand on my back slide down to squeeze my rump, causing my tail to go straight up and frizz out. “I think the idea is hot as hell.” He leaned in, nibbling along my neck, softly. “Nick's gone for the weekend, right? He told me you guys are open...maybe Uncle Jack could keep you company?”

This was happening so fast. He was handsome, for sure. But go home with a guy I'd just met? Let a stranger do the stuff to me that it took me years of hesitation and therapy to admit I wanted from my best friend? But on the other hand, I was looking at a lonely weekend. As the beers had accumulated, I'd gotten a bit lonelier and a lot hornier. And maybe it would be good to explore sex with another guy. I hesitated, and he smiled, taking my hand. “Tell you what. We can go home to your place...we can see where things go. If you want me to leave, I'll leave. If you want me to stay, I'll stay.” He smiled. “But I bet I can make a baby boy like you feel great.” 

His words made me shiver, but it sounded pretty good. “Lemme just pay...”

“Pfft...babies don't pay for their drinks,” he said, interrupting me. He flagged down the bartender, paid for my drinks and his over my protests, and then slid to his feet. Before I could hop off myself, he slid his arms into my pits, lifting me and setting me on my feet. “There we go.” Once we were outside and out of sight of the bar, he took my hand, walking me along. I blinked up at him. “What?” he asked with a smile. “Do you want Uncle Jack to carry you?”

“N-no,” I mumbled, flushing, letting him hold my hand. He walked me home, seeming to know exactly where the apartment building was. We walked into the elevator, and, to my shock, now he did pick me up. “Do you want to push the button, little man?” he asked.

It made me flush and giggle slightly, and I pressed the button for our floor. He didn't put me down, but he carried me to the door of the apartment. “Keys,” he said, simply. I blinked and fished out my key from my wallet, offering it to him. He unlocked the door and wandered in, closing and locking it behind us. He carried me around, looking into various rooms until he found the bedroom. I was laid back on the bed, and he bent over me, smiling down. “I can tell you're gonna be a good boy for Uncle Jack. He's gonna take such good care of you.” I whimpered, lightly, not trusting my voice.

Jack carefully helped me out of my clothes. When my pants came down, showing normal underwear, he smirked. “No diapers?” he said, mock-shocked as he stripped them off. “I'm gonna have to tell your Daddy on you.” That made me blush furiously. Nick and Jack talking about me like a baby...somehow the image made my cock, already half-hard, spring to life. “Ohhh, goodness,” Jack said with a smirk, running his finger around the tip, “seems like baby is feeling all pent up and needy.” He nuzzled my cheek. “Well, Uncle Jack's feeling pretty pent up, too.” 

He stepped back, undressing, as I watched. He had a nice body. More slender and compact than Nick's. His cock wasn't small, but it wasn't the size of Nick's. He saw my look and smiled. “See? Uncle Jack won't hurt you. Just think of it like I'm warming you up for Daddy Nick's dick when he comes home.” That made me flush again; how did he know what was going to make me squirm?

Jack slipped up into bed with me. He smiled, leaned down, and began to lick and nuzzle my ears, along the rims. I moaned. My ears have always been one of my main turn-ons for me, and he went right after them, kissing them, caressing with his tongue. “Mmmm...Judy says you were a little toughie once, but you seem like the sweetest little baby to me.” I whimpered, unable to protest much. I was feeling too good. He led my hands over my head on the bed, gently pinning them as he moved up and straddled my chest. He rubbed his hard rabbit cock over my face. “There's my good boy...he wants his bottle.” The beer and his musk were both hitting hard, and I really couldn't protest as he worked himself through my lips. I nursed on him, like Nick had taught me, and he groaned. “Ohhh, baby boy. Good boy.” He rocked his hips, thrusting, not particularly slow or gentle, but not going too deep. I moaned and sucked. He pulled out, lifted up to rub his soft, fluffy balls over my nose, his musk deep there...then his cock was back in my mouth, and I was sucking as my head began to spin.

“That's right,” he crooned to me. “Such a good baby cocksucker. You love nursing Uncle Jack, don't you honey?” I did, I realized. He tasted different...a sweeter, grassier flavor from his precum. He was smaller, so he could slide more cock in, hold it pretty deep without choking me. And his take charge manner was doing a pretty good job on my head. The reservations I'd had earlier were slipping away as he thrust faster at my muzzle. “This is what a good baby like you is for,” he murmured. “Sucking cock for your Daddy and Uncles. Such a sweetheart.” Oh yes...I wanted to be a good baby for him. I suckled more hungrily, lips and tongue working him the best I could. But he was definitely in control of the speed and depth.

After a while, he sped up, panting, groaning, his precum spurting more freely. “Oh, I hope you're hungry, baby...get ready to swallow.” I blinked. I hadn't swallowed for Nick too often, as we always seemed to flip over to anal sex...but this time, I wasn't being given much choice it seemed. His load was nice...sweeter than Nick's, modest, and warm. I swallowed it, imagining draining a baby bottle. For his part, Jack shuddered and groaned, then sighed. “Ohhhh, there's a good baby boy.” After a while, he pulled out, letting go of me, and I panted, recovering. He slipped off the bed, and I relaxed, recovering. He came back over, and I was about to speak, when my pacifier slipped into my mouth. I blushed and suckled it, and he smiled. “That was cute...almost looked like baby was going to speak...but you're just a little thing, aren't you?” He slipped back up on the bed, rubbing my belly, making it gurgle after my feeding. He rubbed my cock from time to time, which made me arch into his touch, whimpering, hugging onto his arm. “Don't worry, baby,” he told me. “Plenty of time for that. Uncle Jack's gonna make you feel so good.”

He pulled me close, both of us still naked, taking me into his arms. His fingers caressed my cock, and I moaned softly, around my pacifier. “Make sure you don't lose that,” he told me. “Good babies keep their pacifiers in while their Uncles play with their tiny peepees.” That made me flush. “I'm not tiny...not in proportion to my body...but next to his and Nick's I'm pretty small, it's true. It was embarrassing that him saying it made my cock bounce in his fingers, and he noticed right away. “Ohhh? You like Uncle Jack telling you what a tiny little babydick you have?” I tried to mumble a protest that I didn't, but my cock wasn't telling any lies as it jumped again.

Jack grinning, stroking me faster. “If you were my baby,” he murmured, “I'd never let you out of diapers. I can't wait to see you in them. I bet you'll look so cute.” He rolled me so he could spoon up behind me. I felt that he was getting hard again, gently rocking his hips to hotdog my ass. His arms snuggled me close as he jerked me faster. “Dress you up in baby clothes. Show you off to the whole world...” He nuzzled my neck and then bit hard, making me cry out, but I bit on my pacifier, not losing it. He let go, then moved his muzzle to my ear. “And you'd fucking love it, wouldn't you, baby?”

My heart was beating hard. God, what an idea...exposed to the whole world as a baby. Diapered all the time. That was crazy. Except that my dick definitely didn't think so. It was so hard...throbbing in Uncle Jack's fingers. He kept murmuring to me. “Maybe Nick and I will share you sometime soon. I bet he'd love watching you suck Uncle Jack's cock as he blew a load in that tiny little hole.” That did it, alright. The idea of being babied and used by both of them sent me over the edge. I cried out again, losing the pacifier this time, and I came, all over his hand and the sheets on my side of the bed. He chuckled. “There we go...there we go...get it all out.” He stroked me, and I came several ropes before finally flopping. “There's a good boy,” he murmured. After the intensity of that and the long evening and the beer, I was quickly slipping towards sleep. I was vaguely aware of him moving me around, cleaning me with some of the wipes Nick had bought, powdering me, diapering me snugly. And then he was back in bed with me, cuddling me. “Good night, baby,” he murmured, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I was laying belly down in bed, feeling him rubbing me from neck to bottom. I was still diapered, because I could hear the crinkling as he squeezed my rump. “Hi there, sleepyhead,” he murmured in my ear. It was still dark out, and I started to get up. He pushed me firmly but gently back down. “Baby Boy is fine right there,” he whispered, his hand sliding under to cup my groin and press on it. I squirmed, wanting to tell him that I need to use the bathroom, but my mouth seemed full of pacifier, and I couldn't spit it out. He just kept nuzzling my neck until I finally couldn't hold it any more. He snickered as I started flooding my diaper, ears burning. “I told you,” he said, softly. “I'd keep you as a baby for good. That's what your diapers are for, after all.”

That made me surrender a little more. Nick had me in diapers quite often, and he had me use them and changed me...but it was more of a practical thing. This was different...someone almost a stranger, treating me like an infant, making me use them...it was humiliating, but I felt Jack's hold on me tighten a bit more. I did feel more like a baby. “That's right. Just be a baby, Baby Boy. That's all Uncle Jack needs you to be.” I felt him rubbing my bottom, and then he tugged the diapers down in back, exposing my bottom. I felt a slippery finger rub...he'd found our bottle of baby oil. Then his finger pushed into me, and I whined, still unable to spit out the pacifier. “Ohhh, that's good. Baby feels that, hmmm?” I reached up, touching the pacifier. He must have found some straps or something, because it was fixed in place. I tugged, but his other hand took my hands, pinning them down on the bed. “Easy, baby. Just let Uncle Jack play, hmm?”

I froze, trembling at how helpless I felt, and he seemed to notice. He paused, finger still inside me, and leaned down. “Hey, sweet boy. I'm not gonna hurt you...not too much at least. But it seemed last night you were enjoying me teasing and keeping you helpless. If you want me to stop, just nod right now, and I will. Or relax, and Uncle Jack will make you feel super good some more.” He nuzzled my neck. “Now...do you want Uncle Jack to stop and let you go?”

I considered nodding, just to make sure he would. If I did, would he go away? I didn't want him to leave, I realized. I was enjoying the way he treated me. It was just new and a bit scary. Finally, I shook my head, just a little. “Good boy,” he crooned. “That's a big, brave, baby boy.” His finger moved inside me, and he caressed my prostate. I started humping my growing erection against the wet front of my diapers and the bed. I was getting so aroused as he kept me all helpless under him.

Uncle Jack...I couldn't not think of him like that now...moved up over me. He pulled his finger out, and I heard him lubing his cock. One hand held my hands down, still, while the other guided his tip to my entrance. I groaned around my pacifier as he pushed into me, moving his hand to join the other, pinning my wrists down to the bed. “Mmmmm...surprisingly tight knowing that Daddy Nick has fucked you over and over and over.” My ears burned, and he knew they would, and he delicately nipped one, making me squeal under him. “That's right, Baby Boy. You're a good little fucktoy for your Daddy and Uncle, aren't you?” I nodded, out of my mind with lust as he rubbed his bunnycock over my prostate and I thrust my own babydick into the diapers. I was...I was their fucktoy. I wanted to be their baby fucktoy forever.

Jack wasn't gentle, not like Nick always was. He was the opposite, nipping, scrff-biting, hammering his cock into me as hard as he could. Since he knew I could take Nick's much bigger cock, knot and all, he didn't seem to feel any need to take things easy. Instead, I got literally rabbitfucked by this bigger bunny, unable to stop him from taking what he wanted from me. And I didn't want him to stop. He dirty talked to me the whole time, describing the many ways he wanted to fuck me...talking about taking me out in public in diapers and baby clothes, taking me to a restroom to change me, and fucking me on the changing table before putting new diapers on. I came somewhere in the middle of it, but he didn't even slow down. He also showed that just because he came, it didn't mean the fucking stopped or slowed down much. The weekend became a blur of getting loads pounded into me or swallowing them. He slowed down for meal times, but even then, it was him feeding me. He cooked some steaks, but then cut mine up and fed it to me with a paper towel bib in place, and I couldn't even make myself protest.

The crazy shock came when my phone rang on the table. At the time, I was half-asleep, worn out from another load being pumped in. He was still naked, and I was diapered, his load leaking out of hole into the seat, that pacifier with straps stuck in my muzzle. The sound of the phone sent ice-water through my veins...it was the ringtone I'd set for Nick. I reached for it, but Jack was faster, snapping it up. He opened it and thumbed the button. Nick's face appeared. “Wilde residence,” Jack said smoothly.

I saw Nick blink. “Jack? Oh...heh. I...I did not expect this. How are you, bud? Did I dial the wrong number?”

Jack smiled warmly. “Not at all. I'm currently at your place, keeping your Baby Boy company.” He turned the phone's camera so that Nick could see me like that. “Wave to your Daddy, Baby Boy,” he said. 

I waved, sheepishly, watching Nick's face go from surprise to confusion to realization. “Ohhh, hey there, Champ,” he said, with a warm smile. “Are you being a good boy for...um...?”

“Uncle Jack,” Jack called out.

Nick grinned wider. “For your Uncle Jack?” I blushed, nodding sheepishly. “That's my good boy!” he said, firmly. He smiled a bit more genuinely. “Hey, honestly, Finny, I'm proud of you. That's great that you got out there.”

Jack turned the phone back to him, gathering me so that Nick could see us both. “Oh, he sure did. He's been in diapers since last night, being the best little baby. In fact, I think Finny would like to be little more often. Maybe even in public” He kissed my head. “Wouldn't you, honey?”

I thought about that. I liked my job at Targoat, but, beyond that, did I need to be that much of a grown-up? Cindy had encouraged me to do what I enjoyed without worrying about what others thought when the kink had come up. I gave a tiny, shy nod. “Well,” Daddy said, his smile warm and real, “that sounds like something we can talk about more when Daddy gets home. But I'm all for it.” He smiles. “Sounds like Uncle Jack helped you take some steps forward. Do you want to go out with him?” I didn't! I felt horny with Jack, but safe with Daddy Nick. I shook my head a little. “Awww...well, when we get home we can see what happens, huh?”

“First time should be with his Daddy anyhow,” Jack said with a smile. “Conference going well?”

“Sure is,” Nick said. “They had some really interesting panels on...”

And they drifted off to grown-up talk, which I just found myself tuning out, just listening to their voices. I couldn't believe that I'd admitted to Nick what I wanted...or even that I really did want it. But was it that odd? I mean, during our hustles, I'd been out with Nick in public in diapers a million times. I wore sleepers, diapers, sat in a baby seat in the van, let him push me in a stroller...that was all just in the pursuit of money. Wasn't it nice to do it for pleasure instead?

Before he hung up, Nick asked to see me again. “You be extra good and do everything Uncle Jack says, okay, honey?” I nodded emphatically. It wasn't like I could help it. “And if you like Uncle Nick, I have some suspicions about that other friend of Judy's. Maybe all three of us could enjoy some time with you. I know I'd enjoy being with you and Uncle Jack when I get home.”

The rest of the weekend was great. Uncle Jack took such good care of me, and I came a bunch of times...but probably only about a third as much as he did. When Daddy came home, he found Jack already inside me, thrusting. He just smiled, undid the pacifier, unzipped his pants, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I nursed him, looking up at him as he smiled down. Jack gripped my hips and fucked me hard, making me whimper. “Tight little ass on your boy, Nick,” Jack quipped.

“Tell me about it. Seems like he likes how you're using it, too. Glad you can hammer him good.”

“Mmmm...you should work him up to it and try it yourself,” Jack snickered. That made me groan around Daddy's cock, imagining it. “Oh, yeah...he likes the idea. Made his babydick jump.”

“Babydick,” Nick sighed, smiling down at me. “I can't believe he lets you get away with calling it that. Looks like you tamed him good, Jack. You're a good Uncle.”

“He's a good boy,” Jack said. “He just needed some help to know that what he really wants is to be a good baby plaything for you and me...and whoever else we invite into our circle.” Jack rammed it in a few more times, then groaned, cumming for the...I'd lost track. It could've been the hundredth time for all I knew.
I tried to protest, but Nick shhhed, softly. “No backtalk, baby,” he told me, gently but firmly. I swallowed, whimpered, and stayed quiet. “Mmmm...there's my good boy. I think we'll start by donating all your grown-up undies and most grown-up clothes to charity. Diapers 24/7, including at work.” My eyes opened wide, and he nodded. “You know it's best for you. If anyone questions, which I'm sure they won't, you have a medical need.”

Jack pulled out, and Nick stopped him from pulling my diapers up. He pulled out of my mouth, putting my pacifier back in place, then got behind me, mounting me smoothly. “Mmmmm...nice and easy to get into this way.” I was whimpering, but Jack rubbed my back softly.

“I kept him warmed up for you all weekend,” he chuckled. 

Nick thrust smoothly and firmly...not as hard as Jack had been, but really good. I moaned around my pacifier. “From now on, Finny is Daddy's little baby all the time, except at work, unless you specifically ask for us to pause.” He grinned. “Can't wait to show you off at Pinky's for Kink Night. The guys are going to love you.” My eyes went wide. “Does that sound good to you, Baby Boy?”

Did it? Was this what I wanted? It was such a big step. But I already trusted Nick more than anything. And Uncle Jack had made me realize that I did want to go further. I meekly nodded. Nick kissed my neck and then popped his knot in, making me squeal. Jack snickered, ruffling my hair. 

“There's Daddy's Baby Boy,” Nick crooned. And he was right.