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Several weeks into summer vacation, and it was nearing the end of July. Gregory's acceptance of his situation was improving somewhat. He was now allowed to come out of the basement, but only when wearing his padded mittens and only while crawling. Any suspicion on my part that he was attempting to escape led to more time confined in bed for him.

Further, he was sometimes allowed to eat normal food again as a treat, provided that he was completely and totally obedient. It seemed as if allure of real food was enough to ensure his cooperation in most cases, and he followed my directions without much hesitation once he knew that the privilege was at stake.

Late one night, we sat in the living room watching TV; Not in separate chairs like before, but cuddling one another. He was sitting sideways across my lap as I cupped his diapered bottom with my right hand. Every so often I would give it a little squeeze to remind him that he was powerless. To remind him of his lowly station. Lower even, than that of a baby.

With my other hand, I felt up his nude chest and back, feeling the smooth texture of his hairless form. The softness of his skin tickled my palm as I ran my fingers along his spine. I loved the feeling. How delicate he was under my touch.

All the while, I kissed him passionately, and savored his soft whimpers and moans, letting the TV go ignored. His eyes were wide open and stared into mine, searching, still, for any answer as to why it was happening to him. But I had none. I was simply making sure he remembered who was in charge. Who owned him.

We changed positions a few times and eventually ended up with him kneeling in front of me. I had had enough of our overt loving, and was ready to relax for a while. One of my favorite shows had just begun, and I wasn't going to miss it.

But before Gregory could take the opportunity to crawl to some dark corner away from me, I snapped at him, "Stop right there."

He froze in fear.

I kicked up my feet on the ottoman in front of the couch, baring my socked feet to the open air. Gregory looked at my feet and then back at me. He swallowed hard and crawled toward them. He did not disappoint me.

"Very good. Keep my socks some company while I watch this."

As expected, he obeyed. He knelt in front of me and began to rub his nose on my feet. His mittens grasped at my ankles and I could feel his arms quivering. He was trying to remain calm and collected, but it was pointless.

"Oh, how cute. You're trembling." I chuckled.

It was true. He was shaking. Terrified that I would find some fault in his technique or criticize his lack of enthusiasm. In reality, I couldn't have cared less. As long as he didn't try to get out of it, I was happy with however he went about his task.

I fixed my attention on my show, only occasionally glancing down at him, still sniffing and rubbing away. He was pathetic. An enslaved boy with a dirty diaper, forced to kneel before his master. I could only smile as he began to cry.

An hour passed slowly. All the while, Gregory worshipped my stinky socks. I could feel each purposeful sniff, and every quavering exhalation. Seeing him in this pitiful state made me hard. I began to stroke myself, edging over and over again; and took care not to cum, such that I could make him finish me off later.

When the credits rolled, I turned the TV off and patted the cushions beside me invitingly.

"Come here, Gregory."

He crawled over to me, thankful to be away from my smelly socks. His face beet red from humiliation, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. As I cradled him in my arms, his sobs quieted and he buried his head in my shoulder. I kissed him tenderly on the top of the head, stroking his hair with my fingers.

"There there, baby," I cooed. "It's time for your diaper change now."

He sniffled and nodded. He had arguably been smelling more of his own dirty diaper than my socks, and it was way past time to change him.

I lifted him up and carried him upstairs to his bedroom. There awaiting us was a room wholly designed for his continued humiliation.

All of his preferred decor and personal effects were gone, and in their place was a collection of sex toys and babyish decor. His bed now featured Barney the Dinosaur sheets and a set of restraints. In the farthest corner from his window was a shackle on a chain attached to the wall which allowed him to get tantalizingly close to escape, but never enough.

I lay him down on his bed and gave him a look as if to say 'stay still' as I gathered the changing supplies. His diaper crinkled loudly in the silence of the room, and he winced in anticipation.

"You know, you're actually lucky. If you knew any better, you'd realize that you actually have more freedom than most boys your age."

He trembled as I began changing him out of his poopy diaper, and I continued my monologue.

"You don't have to go to school ever again. No more hard work for you. No more thinking. You just do what you're told. And in return? You get to play for the whole rest of the day."

Certainly, he wanted to deny my claims of his "freedom". But he knew better than to speak up, and he continued lying there in silence. I finished taping him into his fresh diaper and gave his crotch a pat. "Okay now, let's get you ready for bed."

I secured his bed restraints as he cooperated nicely with me to ensure that he was relatively comfortable. Once he was strapped in, I removed his mittens and placed them on the bedside table. As I moved to cover him up with his Barney blanket, he half-whispered something which caught me off guard.

"Thank you, daddy."

He was thanking me for it all. Maybe he would come around sooner than I had thought.

"I love you, Gregory." I replied and leaned in for a kiss, which he returned in kind.

I finished covering him up, and turned on his baby monitor as I left the room. Heading to my own room, I collapsed onto my bed with a contented sigh.

***

The following morning, I was awoken by a rustling sound coming from my half of the baby monitor. On the screen, I could see Gregory's face. He was grunting and his nose was crinkled, which could only mean one thing. He was messing himself.

My cock stirred at the sight of his humiliation. My mind flashed back to the previous evening when I had taken full advantage of him. Smiling, I rose out of bed and adjusted my erection as best I could.

I moved to the door and stepped into the hall. Gregory went silent as I approached, and when I finally locked eyes with him, he began to blush fiercely.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked cloyingly. "Did you poop in your diaper?"

His reaction at my knowing the state of his diaper was priceless. He was mortified, and all he could do was nod in response.

"Good boy. Now let's get you ready for a fun day." I said as I approached his bedside. I unceremoniously pulled his covers off and inspected him.  His diaper was indeed bulging from the mess he'd made, and I intended to leave him in it for the entire day. 

Strapping his mittens on his wriggling hands, I secured them tightly once again. His meek expression remained unchanged, and there was no indication that he would attempt anything foolish. With that, I unstrapped him from the bed and allowed him to toddle bedind me to the kitchen for his morning treat.

In the corner of the kitchen, there was a doggy bed for him to rest in while I prepared meals. He didn't seem to like being confined to the small area, but it was better that I was able to keep an eye on him while I was otherwise distracted by cooking.

The other use for the dog bed, however, was probably higher on his list of reasons why he didn't like it. Every morning now, he would kneel in the bed and suck me off for his breakfast.

Dreading the inevitable throat railing, Gregory took his position in the soft fluffy dog bed and knelt before me. His still-chubby frame was particularly noticable from that angle, and I teased him about it regularly. 

I pulled down my shorts and exposed my throbbing penis fully to him. It hung right in front of his grimacing face, and he gulped at the sight. He opened his mouth wide to receive it, and I guided my shaft between his lips.

His throat muscles constricted around my glans, and my dick was quickly enveloped in its warm confines. In and out, I fucked his prepubescent maw remorslessly. His tears and gagging were only natural, and I took no offense as I knew that one day he would gladly take my length without so much as a peep.

His tongue felt amazing on my length. It was all I could do to hold back the orgasm that was building inside me, as I wanted to savor his degradation. With my left hand, I reached down and touched his chin with my thumb. I smiled as I watched his face contort into one of deep concentration as he attempted to swallow more of my member.

With my other hand, I gripped his hair and held on tight as I rammed my cock down his tight throat a few final times before finally withdrawing my length enough to cum directly on his tongue. He tried desperately to swallow the entire deluge, and when he failed, he spat it out onto the floor in front of him.

"Well done, piggy." I cooed. "Now clean up all your breakfast off the floor."

Still on his knees, he bent forward and licked up the splattering of ejaculate that had escaped his lips. His nose was running and his cheeks were stained with a stream of tears, but nonetheless he obeyed without complaint. When he had cleaned the mess off the floor, he looked up at me expectantly with sad puppy eyes. I loved seeing him so downtrodden, and so humiliated.

"Good boy. Now stay still while I make myself some food." I commanded. 

Not wishing to squelch the mess in his diaper against his bottom, he opted to remain kneeling on the plush bed. As I cooked, his eyes would meet mine, then he would pathetically bow his head away when he realized that I noticed his staring. His desperation for some real food was palpable, but he wasn't allowed to have anything to eat until lunchtime. A weight-loss measure I had decided upon for him.

I took my place at the dining room table and began eating my spread of bacon, eggs, and toast. The smell alone must have been maddening for the starved boy. Taking pity on him, I tossed him a half-strip of bacon and watched him wait for my approval to consume it. 

After a full minute of toying with him, I gave my permission to him and he picked the bacon up off the floor with his teeth; hands still useless in the thick mittens. As he chewed, I finished eating and stood to clean up.

Once the kitchen was tidied, I beckoned to him and we ascended the stairs together, back to his bedroom where his toys awaited. As we entered his room, I motioned for him to let me shackle his ankle to the wall hook, and once he was secured I made my way to the other side of the room which he couldn't reach. On top of his dresser drawers was a music player with bluetooth, meaning that I could make him listen to whatever I wanted all while controlling it from my phone. I switched it on and turned back to face him. He blushed at the implication.

He hated to be forced to play with his babyish blocks and dolls, but it was so degrading that I had to keep forcing him for my own enjoyment. As I turned to leave the room, I adjusted his baby monitor to ensure that he was under constant surveillance and shot him a knowing look as I left the room and shut the door behind me.

Once I was back in my room, I grabbed the viewer from my bedside table and relished in watching his frustration. Just as he seemed to be getting into the swing of playing with his toys, however, I decided to really make him squirm. I pulled out my phone and started loudly playing babyish music from his bluetooth speaker.

He meekly peeked at the monitor, knowing that I was watching him and that all he could do was continue entertaining himself with the basic playthings I allowed him. He also knew that failure to do so would end very, very badly for him. And so he continued playing, sitting in his stinky diaper, humiliating and degrading himself willingly. Hoping that one day he could regain any of the more decadent pleasures he once knew.

"My perfect little boy. My cute cum dump. My chubby disgusting piggy. My Gregory. You can never go back to how things were. I can only hope that my sweet lies keep you ignorant and docile. Long enough, at least, to forget about your old life and submit to your true place beneath me. Then, and only then will you be mine forever..."