Frat baby

Chapter 12

Ollie's pov:

"Shhh keep your voice down or you'll wake up Ollie!" I heard Mason whispering as I glance up to see a light on In his room.
Then I hear a girls voice, "so? Close his door if your that worried about me waking him up, although I think it will be you screaming my name that might wake him" she purrs. I sat up in the crib wide eyed pulling the paci out and subconsciously pulling the covers up around me as I push out a pee.
"No he doesn't like the door shut" Mason said softly, although I think I could cope with the door closed to block out what ever is happening in there. And worse again I feel the impending pressure of my bowls aching for release, I first felt the need after lunchtime but I've been suppressing it the rest of the day. I can't give into it, I can't sit here in a messy diaper while he's fucking some girl in ear shot.

Soon my brain is forced to listen to wet kissing sounds and rustling. I pull the covers over my head placing teddy ontop on my ears to drown out the moans. "Awh fuck, get on the bed" I heard Mason command, she moans out,  "fuck look how drenched you are for this dick" he said again, fucking hell he's a talker, a dirty one at that! I never usually speak during sex, it always seems forced coming for me. What makes it worse is I feel a boner stir pushing against my damp diaper.

No ollie you are not getting a fucking boner In a diaper! I realised it's been over a week since I've had any relief. My hand skims the front of my diaper slightly putting pressure on my dick. The moist texture of the diaper providing an unusually pleasant soft friction. I reluctantly pull my hand away again, stop being so disgusting Ollie. My bowels twinged again another hard cramp, when I heard the unknown girl start moaning out, "awh fuck yes go harder! Yes deeper!" The bed was squeaking at an impossible rate as I heard Mason speak in a deep gravel voice, "Call me daddy" I peak above the covers at that, my dick aching for contact as I reluctantly rubbed the front of my diaper trying to match the pace of the trusts heard as she moans, "yes daddy fuck me harder!" 

I felt an unexpected pang of jealously hearing her say that and to Mason practically growling in response. I continue frantically rubbing my diaper with my eyes closed trying to block them out as I continued to rub the front rustling the material vigorously, right when I was at the peak releasing the warm semen into the cooling diaper. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I heard Mason say startling me as he stood above the crib bare nude apart from his boxers and a smug smile, it was at this point of terror I felt my bowel control waver making me realise a small mess into the back of my diaper.

My eyes were as wide as saucers, I could feel the tears well in them as I couldn't take my eyes off Mason towering above me, I didn't have control over my body to blink the tears away. Why did I do that? why did I essentially masterbate to the sound of Mason fucking a girl? God he's going to think I have some kind of fetish.

I sob catches in my throat and I think his smirk falls slightly from what I can see from the light seeping in from his open door. "Mason!, come back in here, I'm ready for round two!" I heard her say before giggling. He glanced over his shoulder towards the door, before glancing back at me as I wiped a tear trickling towards my ear after pooling in my eye. He turned walking back towards the door, he's going to leave me here in a dirty, wet, sticky diaper? Of course he is, why would he choose this over fucking her again. I whispered a soft "daddy?" Likely not even in ear shot.

I rolled on my side feeling the mess shift in my diaper. Noticing I wasn't quite finished but pushed out the rest, what's the point in holding it. I pressed my face into teddy as I cry softly, I think this might be me, or should I say the end of me, the end of my pledging for pike and likely this university, but I can't show my face, Mason or his little fuck buddy will tell everyone what happened.

"Ollie, come on, let's get you cleaned up" I felt the covers being pulled off me after the distinctive click of the crib opening. I glanced at him the towards the door in a panic, was he going to call her in when his had the diaper open?
I shook my hand not taking my eye off the door. "Ollie, I kicked her out, come on I can't imagine that's very comfortable for you to lie in" he said lifting me out onto the changing table squishing the diaper content into every crevice. Still sobbing i try to speak up, to apologise, but every word is swallowed by a sob. "Shhh we don't need to speak about any of this right now, okay?" He placed the paci from my chain into my mouth as if to signalling that is the end of chatting about it.

The paci does little to soothe me and my freakish behaviour, "Ollie please stop crying, it's all okay, almost clean" Mason said softly. I just shook my head continually sobbing into teddys soft fluff fur, damping it slightly. He replaced the pj bottom before lifting me into his arms attempting to cradle me which I can imagine looks ridiculous considering our mere few inches of a size difference.

"Would a cuddle make you feel better?" He asked softly. I shook my head.
"Want a drink? Maybe a bottle after the crying?"
I shook my head composing myself enough to speak a sentence spitting the paci out. "Just leave me alone for now please Mason" I can feel him trying to work out what going on inside my head, I don't even know myself, I need to just process it myself. I jerked off to the sound of him having sex, I can't even look him in the eye. He doesn't correct me for saying his name as he lifts me into the crib, covering me back up in the blanket and held the paci to my lips which I reluctantly accepted before burying my face back into teddy continuing to cry, I felt him rib my back as I flinch at the touch before the footsteps dissipate away.

I don't even know we're to go tomorrow when I leave here, I don't want to go back to my dorm room to share with Darren. Fuck all of my 'adult' clothes are there! Also I don't know how to break it to dad that I won't be in like, he's going to be so pissed at me. I dont know how telling them I don't want to go to this university anymore is going to go down, i can maybe get a job to tie me over and apply to different schools next year.

My mind is going a mile a minute, with tears barely letting up, im such a fucking cry baby, no wonder I fit this stupid fucking role. I can't remember falling asleep when I heard Mason say my name a rubbed my back. I try to move away from his touch as all the memories come back, I feel tears priceless my already stinging eyes.
"Oh Ollie, you look exhausted, wank to talk it out?" Mason said perching on the side of crib and I look away from him spitting the paci out "no, I, I need to get my things from my dorm room, I, I need to phone my parents to come get me" I said quietly my breath catching at the back of my throat with a sob.
"Come get you? Where are you going?" He asked I refused to look at him.
"I'm going to drop out, I don't want to do this anymore, and I can't go back to my dorm to Darren"
"Wow wow wow, Ollie look it me, come on up you get, look at me" he said pulling me to sit up but I keep my gaze down fiddling with draw strings on my jammie bottom.
"Ollie come on that's a bit drastic of a decision, all you did was masterbate, your still an adult at the end of the day, you've got needs" he explained and I wiped a tear, "but I done it in a diaper" I said before burring my head in my hands. "That's because you're  wearing a diaper though Ollie, and you were told not to remove it yourself" he explained but I cut him off, "I shouldn't be turned on when wearing it! What's wrong with me! And it was to you having sex, god this is so humiliating!" I sob out before trying to pull the covers up over my head but Mason holds both of my arms firmly.

"Ollie listen to me now, there's nothing wrong with you, you had a biological response to basically hearing porn! you're allowed to be turned on in a diaper, adults who are diaper dependent still have sex lives.
okay so your not dependant and your getting treated as a baby. That's something that turns some people on also, People willingly do what we're doing right now free of choice, some for sexual gratification like age play. Then there's the physiological side like age regression, we spoke about it in one of my phys seminars, some people mentally regress back to being little to cope with trauma or just to escape their everyday lives. There's no one shoe fits all, and I don't think any less of you if you feel you fit into either of those scenarios or if you don't. You don't need to label yourself, just please don't drop out and leave" he said and I feel like I've been bombarded with information. I don't fit into either of those categories! Do I? God I don't know and I just kept sobbing.

"Come on, come here to me, I think I cuddle is needed" he said dragging me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me as I cried into the crook of his neck. "Shh you're okay to cry, I don't doubt it's all overwhelming, how about we have a nice chilled day, just us? Unless you want to do anything else? What you say? A day with daddy?" He said softly stroking my back, that does sound nice, maybe he could help me get the rest of my things from my dorm, I really don't trust them with Darren.

Before I ask that another question flooded to mind, I blurted it out before I could control the word vomit. "Why did you get her to call you daddy?" I said glancing at his eyes before hiding in his grip again.