Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 16 He Wears Diapers

Chapter 16 He Wears Diapers

Devon's POV

"Mmmh what do you want baby?" Neco hummed. I sighed and stared at his perfect back dreamily. He wore nothing but a loose pair of black boxers as he stood with his back towards me, cooking pancakes on the stove. A sexy man cooking breakfast in his underwear, this is the beginning of a bad porno. And fuck if I don't love it.

"Come on baby in need a verbal response" he cooed.

"Milkie pweees Daddy" Zeak said in a baby voice, and just like that my tunnel vision was lost to the outside world. The full scene before me came back into focus. Neco cooking, Zeak watching Neco cook, Cine reading, Lance playing on his phone, and Max staring at the toaster as if it would make her toast pop up any faster. Though the level of concentration she used is admirable.

Neco got a glass then poured milk into it and handed it to Zeak "there you go baby."

"Thank yowww!" Zeak giggled.

Leaning back in my chair I nudge Max with my elbow. She looks over at me, then her toast pops up the split second she looks away "glob-glarnit Devon" she huffs, with her cheeks puffed out like a squirrels. I roll my eyes "hey maybe you just have to concentrate really hard before looking away, to get your toast to pop" I laugh. "Anyways Max why is Zeak acting so... Baby-ish?" I ask. Max looked at me like I was crazy as she spread blueberry jam on her toast "you've been here for what, a week and you still don't know the different types of BDSM within the lifestyle. That's weak."

Hey! I was sick for a few of those days, so no it has not been a week yet. I still got time" even though I didn't know there was lifestyles inside of the lifestyle. Seriously, everyone's got to make it so complicated. "Zeak is into the age play aspect of BDSM" Max in formed me. "Age play is a form of usually erotic roleplaying in which at least one participant plays the role of someone with a different age" she continues.

"Hmmm odd" I mused.

"...So doses that mean he wears diapers too!" I laugh loudly, unable to hold it in. As I laugh so hard a tear builds up in my eye I hear little sniffles coming from behind me. Turning around I see Zeak with his fists clenched together as he hides his face in Neco's chest. Neco rubs the boys back as he cries quietly into Neco's chest. My eyes widen at t scene before me. I was only joking.

"We do not make people feel bad about their fetishes here" Neco said, shooting me a warning look. I shrunk back in my chair. "Sorry Zeak, I didn't mean it like that" I apologize. Sniffling he looks over at me "itsss owkay" he says, peeking at me from behind his sippy cup.

Okay I officially feel bad.

"Do you want a cookie to go with your milk?" I ask, pulling a chocolate chip cookie out of my pocket. Still partly hiding behind Neco, Zeak shook his head as he sipped his milk. I frowned.

Neco finished making breakfast and dished it out. I inhaled my scrambled eggs then when't up to my room and finished my homework.

Walking downstairs for a glass of juice I see Neco sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. His fingers tap the keys swiftly, his gaze locked on the screen. I pour a glass of juice and bring it up to my lips, taking a big drink of it when... "Come here pet" Neco called.

Looking around I see I'm the only one in this general vicinity. I go over. "Yes, Neco." Not looking up from his computer screen "kneel" he commanded. Getting onto my knees I look up at him questionably. "I've been thinking about what happened at breakfast this morning" he says as he sets his lab top dawn then runs his hands through my hair "...and I don't think I've been fair to you. I can't expect you to to just know what other people are feeling when they practice their fetish, some people learn by doing." I don't think I like where this is going. "So since your obviously a physical learner, the next 3 days you will try age play."

"You can't just decide that! I'm a-" Neco gave my hair a little tug. "Don't interrupt me" he chastened.
"And what if I do?" I challenged. His eyes narrowed "boy you best not be looking for a punishment."
"I'm sorry Master... Let me make it up to you" I say suductivly while sliding my hand into his pants and wrapping my hand around his dick. He groans and leans back slightly. I pull his pants and boxers the rest of the way down as my hand continues to slip up and down his slowly hardening shaft.
I lick the head a few times as he leaks pre cum. It tasted kinda sweet. I always heard it was salty. I feel it throbbing in my hand like it's about to explode, but just as he's on the brink of orgasm I let go of his rock hard member and bolt. I scream "now that's how you look for a punishment! And I think I struck gold!" As I run down the hallway... But I heard heavy footsteps a moment later.

"Devon!" He roared, thoroughly enraged by my odd way of telling him to fuck off. Though if I was going to have to talk like a baby and call someone Daddy... Well let's just say Sean wouldn't be my first choice.

"Fancy meeting you here" I say to a panting Neco as I lean on the wall across from the playroom door.