Torn

Chapter 4
Midnight

Chapter Description: In the middle of the night...

Richard awoke in darkness. By scent was he able to ascertain that his most recent memories comprised reality. The distant, bleachlike apparition of semen unclaimed by damp washcloth… the floaty, floral spirit of lavender talcum… the one-of-a-kind aroma of Marie Darling, denuded to her underwear and curled up beneath the covers of the bed alongside her boss—the very boss who she had controlled, brought to orgasm, and sequestered in diapers.

The diaper… it was oh-so thick and comfortable wrapped around Rick’s lower hemisphere. The contour was perfect, the tightness and temperature just right. It spread his legs. It crinkled with motion. It didn’t overheat him, and it was pleasantly dry.

His spent testicles and well-exercised penis held in the soft clutch of an angel. His ass, shaved smooth and sensitive, just like a baby’s… each buttock wrapped in the gentle caress of the cotton.

For the first time since his secret had been revealed and shared – for the first time since his privacy was so inelegantly sheared from him – Rick Nolan felt at peace. He slid his left thumb into his mouth and started to suck. Then he nestled more closely to Marie, crinkling all the while beneath the covers.

I’m sure this can’t go on, Rick lamented in his half-sleep. Relationships can’t be built on stuff like this. What kind of relationship would it be, anyway? I wouldn’t feel as though I had power over anything.

At this thought, a pleasurable shiver crept up Rick’s spine. He smiled around the thumb he nursed.

The only thing keeping Rick from dropping right back off to sleep was the uncomfortable pressure of a full bladder. He knew he’d have to relieve himself well before sunrise, especially if he wanted any more rest.

Do I dare?

The garment into which he was secured would not constitute the first oversized diaper he’d wet as an adult. But he had never before contemplated risking a wet bed in the presence of a sex partner.

God… I’d feel so naughty.

Rick smiled wider around the digit that bobbed wetly between his lips.

It took a few minutes, and a handful of false starts (each burning more hotly with need than the last)—but then he was doing it, overcoming decades of training and shutoff reflexes, wetting his diaper just like a baby, voiding the fullness of his bladder beneath the covers of the bed in which he cuddled his sleeping secretary.

The sense of inner relief at loosing a full bladder is reasonably enjoyable on its own, but it happens with such frequency in the life of a man that he, except perhaps in times of extreme necessity brought on by alcohol’s dehydrating effect, is pretty much totally inured against any enjoyment he might have once reaped from it long ago.

But circumstances changed profoundly in the confines of a diaper, and it was that state of infantile euphoria in which Rick now found himself enraptured. The draining of hot liquid through his shaft, out of his slit; the feeling of it instantly hitting cotton, some of it being sucked away immediately, much more of it sent in deluges around his genitals, enveloping his cock in soft, wet warmth; rushes of velvety heat cascading over his sensitive testicles and bleeding between his thighs to soak his perineum and creep up his backside; the polymers of the diaper wicking away what they could, always seemingly one step behind as the ceaseless rush of steaming piss shoots from his crotch and claws up his smooth ass like scalding loving fingers. Rick sucked his thumb as he soaked his diaper and felt like such a filthy, naughty baby.

It was too much. By the time the last few drops of Rick’s urine had been drunk up by the soggy, squishy diaper that now hung against him with its added weight, the man’s cock was again at full, pulsing rigidity, already on the edge of orgasm from the physical sensations coupled with the psychological bliss of Rick’s pissing.

He repositioned himself in bed, lying on his back as far as possible from Marie so as not to disturb her. He stretched out, lifted the waistband on the front of the diaper with his left thumb, and plunged the whole of his right hand down into the tropical environment below.

Water and its cousins, like urine, are adhesive and therefore unsuitable for sexual lubricant. But Rick’s hungry, aching cock had done its job, begging for relief in silence by following up its hot yellow deluge with the crystalline syrup of arousal, and it was this latter substance that slathered the man’s palm as he gave his turgid rod a few tingly tugs.

Richard closed his eyes and bit his lip and exhaled stiffly as his toes curled, as the sensation of heavy, waterlogged warmth separating the sensate flesh of his thighs and laying slumped upon his tickled testicles brought him over the edge.

I’m such a toddler; I’m such a filthy fucking baby is what he thought as the swollen head of his tool burped up a few creamy wads of essence. It pooled along his beltline and slung over his right thumb in stripes as Rick’s penis quivered and came.

When the last of his ejaculation bled onto his abdomen, Rick brought his right hand up to his face and cleaned his thumb with his tongue, offering quiet little sighs of pleasure as he tasted the fruit of his orgasm and allowed it, salty and nectar-like, to slide down his throat. The rest of his semen, he permitted his diaper to swallow, gradually joining his urine in its vault of absorbent material.

Richard lay there, floating away, allowing all his muscles to relax as afterglow washed over his central nervous system. His eyes hadn’t been open since just before his climax, and they didn’t open again; the deliriously exhausted man was asleep in moments.

Marie smiled at him secretly in the darkness, her green eyes transfixed on the epilogue to the performance her boss hadn’t known he’d given her. In curiosity and solidarity did she bring one nimble finger down to his diaper, in which it gathered just enough essence to slake her thirst for it.

Then, she, too, was asleep.

--to be continued--