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(part 1 of 2)

"Yeah, suck on that," said Luke, his short little fennec frame hunched over his gameboy as he sat on the floor of his nursery. He'd just dispatched the boss of the seventh level and now he was on the way to the final boss' fortress. This is where the game got really hard, like unfair levels of cheapness, but he wasn't worried. He'd spent much of the morning in his footy pajamas, stocking-up on potions and power-ups, all while munching on goldfish crackers and sucking down a bottle of apple juice. Now he was ready for whatever the last level could throw at him, and was looking forward to finally finishing this game now that he was back from his week-long hiatus.

Well, not a whole week, technically only six days, but close enough as far as he was concerned. Mommy had grounded him from all his video games for a whole week, leaving him with nothing to do but watch cartoons and play with kiddie toys. Fortunately, he got his gameboy back one day early for good behavior. Convenient timing, since it gave him something to do while he spent the whole day alone in his nursery.

Mommy had left him to his own thing since breakfast while she got the house ready. She was apparently going to be entertaining guests today, which meant everything had to be cleaned unless she wanted the whole house to smell like baby powder. She made it clear when she gave him back his gameboy that he was expected to stay in his room and out of her way, which was fine by him. He didn't want to be anywhere near the living room today.

Normally, the idea of strangers coming over would bother him. After all, he didn't want anyone to see him in his diapers and baby clothes. They'd all laugh at him and he'd probably die of embarrassment on the spot. However, he became much more receptive to the idea when mommy flatout told him that he wasn't invited, not that it mattered what he thought.

It's not like she asked for his opinion on anything, and he was in no position to argue with her. She was bigger, stronger, and she could make the walls shake when she raised her voice at him, putting her firmly in control. Just questioning her authority was enough to get his bottom spanked, his mouth washed out, and his gameboy taken away, which basically meant he had no say in anything that happened around the house.

Though, as long as he wasn't allowed at the party, why should worry if mommy had visitors? He didn't really care as long as he got to sit and play his game without interruption. He was actually looking forward to it, being left alone all evening in his nursery where he could be a little kid in peace, playing games and watching cartoons. However, he didn't get more than a few steps into the final fortress before mommy came in and put a stop to his good time.

"Having fun in here, princess?" asked the sleek black panthress, looking down at her infantile husband as she towered over him. Her tone was surprisingly pleasant, almost sarcastic sounding, leaving Luke to wonder what her intentions were.

"Yes, mommy," he replied with a smile as he looked up at her, quickly pausing his game to give her his full attention, knowing that his gameboy privileges could be revoked at any time if he forgot his manners.

"That's nice, sweetie, but it's time for a little break," she said. "Turn the game off and get your butt over to the changing table. I want to get you in a fresh diaper before my friends gets here."

"Okay, mommy," he replied, getting up with no hesitation and making his way over to mommy who was already waiting for him by the changing table. He had no idea why she wanted to give him a change now. It had only been a couple hours since his morning change, so his diaper had only been used once. Still, if she was willing to put him in a new diaper already, then he wasn't going to ask questions.

Mommy smiled at her pint-sized pup as she bent down and helped him out of his pajamas. As she stripped him down to his diaper, she couldn't help but notice the way his plump little belly poked out over the waistband of his diaper. He'd definitely gotten a bit chubbier over the last few months, likely the result of living like an infant for so long. His high lactose diet combined with a total lack of real exercise was finally starting to show, but mommy wasn't about to put him on a diet.

If he wanted to be a baby, then it served him right to go through life looking like one, soft and pudgy. Besides, the more pathetic his physique, the less likely he'd ever think about leaving her, knowing full-well that no one else would want him. It's not like she was attracted to his scrawny little body in the first place, so she really didn't care how chubby he got, just so long as she could still lift him up and carry him around effortlessly. Fortunately, the extra weight was hardly noticeable for the strong panthress.

She had no problems lifting him up onto the changing table and plopping him down on his padded bottom. Though, he didn't stay seated for long, quickly getting himself into the proper position on his back, knees up, legs spread, and all without being prompted. He knew what was expected of him, and he didn't want to keep mommy waiting. However, it seemed that this wasn't going to be a routine diaper change, despite his willing cooperation.

"Don't squirm," said mommy sternly, grabbing Luke's skinny wrists and strapping them down to the changing table one at a time.

Luke could only lie there on his back and look up at her, confused. The straps were usually only used when he was being punished, so he had no idea why they were being used now. Regardless, he didn't struggle or fight, knowing there was no point in trying to overpower her. Even still, there was a terrible sense of dread building inside him as he lay there, totally vulnerable with his arms strapped down at his sides. He hoped all would be explained soon. However, he regretted his curiosity the moment mommy started talking.

"Do you remember earlier this morning? I asked you if you made cummies in your diaper, and you denied it?" she asked, looking down at him with smug superiority.

"Yes, mommy. I remember," he responded, unsure of why all this was being brought up now of all times.

"And that's still the honest truth?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow as she glared down at him suspiciously.

"Yes, mommy," he replied, sounding a bit nervous already.

"Hmm. Your voice is sounding a little shaky, my dear. Is that because you're lying to me?" she asked, continuing to grill him. "If there's anything you want to come clean about, you better do it now."

"No mommy, it's the truth. I promise," he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible this time, despite the fact he was fibbing right to her face. It was a dangerous game, but he was already committed to the lie, and he knew it. His only hope was to stick to his story and try to make it through the interrogation without cracking. Though, he was sure feeling the pressure as mommy walked over to the crib and came back with his big stuffed Princess Pony plush in her hands.

"You sure you don't have anything to tell me about this?" she asked, pointing to the limp, lifeless plush in her hand.

Luke was nearly ready to confess at this point. Yes, he'd made cummies in his diaper, but what else was he supposed to do to pass the time in his crib?

Like most mornings, he found himself awake bright and early, thanks to his eight o'clock bedtime, while mommy slept in late, often nursing a hangover. This meant he usually had several hours in the morning with nothing to do except sit in his crib, messy diapers and all, and wait for mommy to come change him. Most of the time his video games were enough to keep his mind off dirty thoughts, but having been grounded from his gameboy for the last week, it was only a matter of time before he started getting frisky in his diapers. In no time, it had become somewhat of a morning ritual, something to look forward too when mommy tucked him in early each night.

He knew better than to stick his hand down the front of his diaper. He'd end up with baby powder under his claws and that would be a dead giveaway. Groping and squeezing the front of his diaper for pleasure was no good either, always leaving finger shaped indents in his wet padding that mommy never failed to notice. He knew that all too well, having been caught red-handed in the past, and the punishment wasn't pretty.

Mommy would rub a layer of mentholated balm all over his tender little genitals, which resulted in an intense, long-lasting burning sensation that never failed to keep him bawling for hours. She called it "Mommy's Punishment Lotion" and just the mere mention of the name would send a shiver down Luke's spine. Though, more recently, he'd found a new method of pleasuring himself that didn't leave any traces.

He started out slow at first, grinding the little lump in the front of his diaper against the soft mattress of his crib as he laid on his belly. It felt good, but it just wasn't enough. Before long, he got desperate and moved onto his pillow, bunching it up underneath him and humping it until he squirted in his diaper. Sure, it felt a bit silly making love to his pillow, but it allowed him the release he craved without leaving any marks on his diaper. However, everything changed when mommy got him a Princess Pony plush to snuggle during the night.

Luke seemed to hate it at first. It was big, soft, and nearly the same size as he was, but he still refused to cuddle with it on the principle that it was a girl's toy. After all, he was still clinging to the last vestiges of his fading masculinity and big purple ponies with sparkly manes made him uncomfortable. That is, until he realized how good it felt to rub his little diapered pecker across her royal hindquarters.

Ever since then, the Princess Pony plush had become his own personal sex slave, servicing him multiple times each morning until mommy got out of bed. He knew it was shameful and wrong to hump a stuffed animals, but he couldn't resist the temptation. Mommy used to give him a full release every night before bed, but now he only got it a couple times a week at most, leaving him desperate to get his rocks off. Unfortunately, it seemed that mommy had found out about his illicit morning activities somehow, leaving him with his back to the corner.

Even still, he stuck with his original lie, shaking his head to indicate that he had nothing more to say. He tried to stay calm and act natural, hoping she was just making wild accusations to bait him into a confession without any actual proof, but he'd never been a very convincing liar when it came to high pressure situations like this. His eyes shifted around, afraid to meet his mommy's gaze as she stared him down, letting her know immediately that he was guilty as sin.

"I'm very disappointed in you, young man," she said, her arms crossed as she glared down angrily at her helpless hubby. "I can't believe you can lie right to my face like that, after everything I've done for you."

"No, it's the truth, I swear..." he said, but was quickly cut off when mommy stuffed the extra large pacifier in his mouth.

"Suck on this and stay quiet," she said, strapping the pacifier tightly into his mouth and locking the buckle. "I'm not going to stand here and be lied to by a spoiled little twerp like you. I know for a fact that you were playing with yourself again, because I caught you on tape. So you better get on your best behavior right goddamn now, otherwise I might have to show this little home movie to my friends later."

Luke starred up helplessly, terrified of what mommy had planned as she pulled out her phone and began rifling through her stored videos. He wondered which of their many home movies had ended up on her phone. A breast feeding video, maybe? Nah, that would be too sweet. More likely a long, harsh spanking that ended with him bawling and pleading for mercy with snot dropping from his nose, or even worse, a messy diaper change. The possibilities were endless, but mommy had something else in mind, turning her phone around and sticking the screen an inch in front of his nose to give him a good view.

To his surprise, it wasn't anything he'd seen before, and it didn't look like their usual home videos. It was too low quality and there was no color, as though it was night-vision or something. Between the bad quality and the small screen, it took a moment for him to comprehend what he was looking at, but once he did it made him sick to his stomach. It was him, still in his crib, pajamas and all. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump in his throat as he wondered how long she'd been recording him.

His eyes glued to the screen, he watched himself climb on top of his Princess Pony plush and begin gyrating his hips. Even with the low frame-rate he could see his little pelvis rocking back and forth as he humped the stuffed toy with all his might. It was hard to watch, but he couldn't turn away, still totally stunned, wondering how mommy had gotten this footage. It was an aerial view of his own crib, but how? As usual, he didn't have to wonder for long, thanks to mommy's propensity to gloat about her schemes.

"So, does that refresh your memory?" she asked, pulling the phone away. "If not, I can show you the video from yesterday morning, or the day before that. I couldn't stand to go back any further than that, but I'm sure there's plenty more videos of you fucking your little stuffed toy. Regardless, I saw enough to know that I can never trust you again, thanks to the handy little nanny cam I had installed in the mobile above your crib."

Luke squirmed nervously in his restraints, knowing he was in big trouble. Still in shock, he tried to grovel for forgiveness but his apology was unintelligible thanks to the oversized pacifier completely filling his mouth. He just wanted a chance to explain himself, but he couldn't get a single coherent word out of his throat. Though, he quickly went silent when mommy ripped the tapes on his wet diaper and opened it up, revealing his damp little private parts.

"Nothing more to say? Feeling a bit vulnerable now?" she asked, looking down at his naked, hairless crotch with an evil grin.

Luke nodded, afraid to imagine what type of punishment mommy had in store for him as he lie there on top of his piss-stained diaper. She liked to make her punishments fit the crime, which made him very afraid for his tender little naughty bits as they hung out in the open. Indeed, mommy didn't wait long, unable to resist grabbing him by the balls to really get his attention.

"Well you should, because these worthless little gonads belong to me now, and I can be very rough with my toys" she said as she gripped the base of his scrotum and gave it a tug, pulling the skin tight around his sensitive egg-shaped testicles. "Do you have a problem with that, sweetie?"

Luke shook his head frantically, fear in his eyes, hoping to appease his mean mommy before she did anything drastic to his precious little berries.

"Good, because there are going to be some changes around here," she said, giving her hubby's balls a light smack with the back of her hand.

"MMmmmmmmm," groaned Luke as the pain from his genitals radiated out through the rest of his body. He tried to bring his knees together to protect his defenseless crotch, but mommy wouldn't allow it.

"Oh, no you don't," she said, putting her hands on his little knees and forcing them apart to a painful degree. "Your puny little dick and balls are mine now, remember? That means I get full access anytime I want, understand?"

Luke nodded his head, still moaning from the pain between his legs. Nonetheless, he didn't have the courage to resist, leaving his legs wide-open for mommy, even though it left him open to more abuse.

"That's a good little brat. Now keep them that way or you'll be sorry," she said, glaring down at him with a look of contempt as she gently ran a single claw across the tip of his flaccid penis. "Disobey me again and I'll go get the spreader bar, and believe me, you're going to get an extra-thick layer of mommy's special punishment lotion if I have to go digging around in the closet. Now, I want these pathetic little balls of mine to be perfectly smooth before the girls get here, which means it's time for a nice close shave."

With that, mommy turned around and strolled right out of the room to gather the necessary supplies, leaving Luke alone on the changing table. She wasn't worried about him getting into any trouble while she was gone. She'd buckled his wrists straps extra tight, and they weren't going to budge no matter how hard he struggled. He wasn't going anywhere, which meant she could take her time and give him a few minutes to stew in fearful anticipation, and that's exactly what he did.

Luke was glad that mommy left the room when she did, because he burst into tears the moment he was finally alone again. He was scared and confused, everything was moving so fast. Why was she making such a big deal about his balls, and why did he need a shave? Was she going to parade him around in front of her friends to show off? That's what it sounded like, but he prayed she was only bluffing. He could only hope that maybe if he was a good boy from here on out that she'd still let him stay in his nursery all night, far away from prying eyes and ridicule. However, he'd soon have more to worry about than a bit of public humiliation.

"Crying already, I see," said mommy as she came through the door with an armful of supplies. "Well, you can blubber all you want, but you're not going to get any sympathy from me after what you did. I want you to know that I'm very upset with you right now, breaking the house rules, humping your toys, lying straight to my face. This all points to a very serious discipline problem and I'm about to put an end to it, so just lie back and take your medicine like a good little boy, or you'll be very sorry."

Luke bit down on his pacifier, trying to stifle his whimpering before it got on mommy's nerves. It sounded like she was ready to spank the skin off his backside and he didn't want to set her off. Still, he couldn't help but fidget in his restraints as he waited for what was to come. He was trying his best to lie still and be good, but he was just so nervous.

He'd had his diaper area shaved many times in the past, and though it was degrading, it was usually done with some level of warmth and affection. Mommy would bring him in after a his bath, lay him down on top of a towel, and go nice and slow, humming softly to keep him relaxed while she worked. It was embarrassing, but he liked the attention anyway. However, he didn't expect to be pampered so sweetly this time, and he quickly found out how right he was.

He let out a pained groan as mommy roughly cleaned his sensitive little naughty parts with a handful of cold baby wipes. She ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded his tender balls, making sure to clean the stale urine out of each and every wrinkle. Then, she pinched and pulled his little cock until he let out a squeal, only to do it again and again until her poor little husband was left twitching on the changing table, but that still wasn't the end of it.

"Come on, get that limp noodle up," she said, giving him another light smack to the testicles as she teased him, annoyed that he still wasn't fully erect even after his rough cleaning. "How am I supposed to shave this flaccid little worm? You usually can't get through a diaper change without your little stiffy getting in the way, so why can't you get it up now when you actually need to? What's the matter, can't get hard unless you have a sexy stuffed toy to play with?"

Luke let out a long whine, his balls still aching badly from mommy's little love tap a moment ago. Still, despite the pain, he had the presence of mind to keep his legs apart like mommy told him to. Though, he wasn't able to stop himself from flinching as he saw mommy reach forward to smack him again.

This time Luke hollered loudly into his pacifier as he felt the back of mommy's hand collide with his already sore little nuts. His puny legs snapped shut involuntarily to protect his crotch, but he quickly corrected himself, quivering with fear as he spread his knees again. He shut his eyes and tensed his body up, expecting another smack to come at any second, but it never did. Letting out a weak sigh of relief, he opened his eyes to find his mommy holding his Princess Pony plush.

"Go on, be a good little pup and get a stiffy for your mama," she said, bouncing the plush up and down and putting on a voice to make it sound as though Princess Pony herself was the one doing the talking. "If you can get it up like a big boy, I promise I'll lift my tail for you later."

Luke, turned his head to the side, trying to hide his face in embarrassment as mommy teased him. Though, she wouldn't be ignored so easily. She shoved the stuffed pony between Luke's thighs, rubbing its soft, fuzzy hindquarters up and down against Luke's naked little penis as he squirmed. He pleaded into his pacifier for her to stop, overcome with shame as he was molested by his own stuffed toy. Though, the humiliation only got worse as she pulled the plushie away."

"Just like I thought. All it took was a lapdance from Princess Pony herself to get you rock hard. Absolutely pathetic," said mommy, looking down her nose scornfully as Luke's plushie-fueled erection stood up straight in the air. "I would have never married you if I knew I'd catch you cheating on me, and not with another woman, but with a fucking stuffed pony. It's a toy, Luke. Nothing but a sweet, innocent plaything for little girls, and you couldn't resist climbing on top of it and having your way with it. Did you ever stop to think about how fucked up that is? Did you ever even bother to think about how this would make me feel when I found out? Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Luke did his best to apologize, but with the oversized pacifier stuffed in his mouth, it all came out as incoherent baby babble. He was bawling again before long, frustrated that he couldn't speak. Meanwhile, mommy had a wicked grin on her face, relishing her naughty little hubby's attempts to grovel for mercy. Even with the pacifier strapped in his mouth, she could make out enough to know that he was deeply apologetic, and that he promised to never do it again. Even still, she didn't show any mercy.

"That's enough!" she roared. "You can make bullshit promises all you want, but I can't believe a single word you say anymore. You knowingly broke the rules, and had no problems looking me in the eye and lying to me about it. You're a dishonest little fibber, and it's going to take a long, long time for you to earn my trust back. Until then, you can expect the house rules to be strictly enforced. No more honor system around here, is that clear?"

Luke nodded, still sniffling and crying like a child as mommy lectured him. He thought his method was fool proof. He never imagined he'd get caught, but mommy was one step ahead of him again. Now she was going to make him suffer for his shameful infidelities, and there was nothing he could about it, except pray that she eventually forgave him. Though, he had no idea how long that would take. He'd never made her this upset before.

"Knockoff those waterworks and quit shaking so much," she said, snapping angrily at her quivering husband as she applied a general palm-full of shaving cream to his exposed genitals. "I swear, it's like you want nicks and cuts all over your naughty bits, and it would serve you right too. Maybe you'd think twice next time you try to stick your little pecker where it doesn't belong."

Luke exhaled sharply, trying to calm himself down in a hurry. He didn't want to give mommy any excuse to slip and cut him. However, it was nearly impossible not to fidget around when he saw mommy unfold the straight razor she'd brought with her to do the job.

The blade itself wasn't very long, a small tool for a small job. Though, it still looked a hell of a lot more intimidating than the plastic safety razor she usually used. She'd do a lot more than just "nick" him if she slipped with that thing, and the thought of having it anywhere near his defenseless little balls terrified him. So much so that he had to actively fight the urge to close his legs when she brought it near.

"I see your legs trembling," she said, an evil grin twisting its way across her face as she brought the razor within an inch of his erect penis. "Better stay perfectly still if you know what's good for you. So much as sneeze and you could end up with a stump where your little peepee used to be. At least we wouldn't have to worry about you getting frisky in your diapers ever again, huh?"

Mommy's comments didn't help at all to put Luke's mind at ease, but he didn't have any choice in the matter regardless. He felt his body freeze up in terror as she grabbed the tip of his teeny little cock with her free hand, pulling it straight up as she brought the razor in nice and close for the first time. Luke clamped his eyes shut tightly and turned his head to the side, too afraid to watch, holding his breath as the cold razor came into contact with his skin.

Every muscle in his body tensed up as he felt the edge of the steel blade scraping the peach fuzz away from around the base of his cock. He waited, expecting his first cut any moment, but it never came. He could feel the friction of the razor against his skin, but no pain. Still, he remained frozen in terror as mommy's attention shifted to his fuzzy little nutsack.

"I swear, you have the smooth little balls of a preschooler," she said, matter-of-factly as she pushed his little stiffy up against his tummy and held it there to keep it out of the way. "So tight and close to the body, hardly any wrinkles. Very easy to shave. Perfect for a little baby slave like you."

She worked carefully. Making small, deliberate movements as she worked her way from the bottom of his scrotum to the top. Though, that didn't mean she was slow. In fact, she was moving terrifyingly fast as far as Luke was concerned. He was still clenching every muscle in his body, afraid that he was about to be neutered with each short stroke of the razor. However, it never happened. In fact, Mommy did an impeccably job as usual, managing to finish the entire job without putting so much as a scratch on his little coin purse.

"You can relax, drama queen. Your little twig and berries are safe for now," she said, teasing him for being such a scaredy cat as she set the razor down and wiped his freshly-shaved privates clean with a towel. "Though, you might not be so lucky next time. Just remember that the next time you're thinking about disobeying me. Am I perfectly clear, young man?"

Luke nodded frantically to show his understanding, grateful to still be intact, but mommy wasn't through yet.

"C'mon, legs up," she said, giving him a light slap on the thigh to get him moving.

He obeyed without hesitation, lifting his stubby legs up to show his pale, hairless rump. It was a familiar pose for him, ankles together, knees apart as he waited for mommy to take care of his bottom. Though, she was a bit rougher than usual, grasping both his ankles with one hand and forcing his legs back, folding him up so his ass was up off the changing table.

Not wasting any time, she coated his bare rear end in shaving cream and got back to work, using the straight razor to mow the unsightly fuzz from his fanny. She went in long strokes, quickly clearing the shaving cream to reveal the perfectly smooth skin underneath. It didn't take long to finish his chubby buttcheeks, but she wasn't going to be satisfied until she shaved all the way down inside his asscrack too.

Luke let out a frightened squeak as he felt the razor glide over his tailhole. It was hard to keep from squirming, but he didn't dare move, despite the uncomfortable position he was forced to stay in.

He was folded up so tight that his knees were up over his head, and his abdomen was so scrunched he could barely breath. As if that wasn't bad enough, his smooth, babyish genitals were only a foot away from his face, giving him a perfect view of his shame and reminding him why mommy would never consider him a real man. He just closed his eyes tight, held his breath, and waited for it all to be over.

Again, he bit down hard on his pacifier, trying not to not twitch as he felt the cold steel blade scraping in-between his buttcheeks. It almost tickled, but he didn't dare move. Still, his muscles were beginning to ache. Maintaining this folded-up position was starting to take its toll and he was worried that it wouldn't be much longer before his legs started to shake. Fortunately, he soon felt the familiar terry cloth towel against his bottom as mommy wiped away the residual shaving cream. It was finally over.

Mommy lowered his nice clean bottom down to the mat and released his legs, allowing him to lie flat on his back once more. He was glad to finally be able to relax his tired muscled, no longer having to fear a nasty cut from the straight razor. He figured the worst was over, but the wicked grin on mommy's face said otherwise.

"You look awfully calm, considering you haven't even gotten your punishment yet," she said, crossing her arms, "If you thought I was going to let you get away with breaking the rules, then you're sorely mistaken. Babies don't make cummies in their diapers, which means you don't either, and I'm going to make sure you never break that rule ever again."

Luke gulped hard, afraid of what mommy was insinuating. He expected more of her special mentholated lotion to punish him for getting frisky in his diapers. After all, that was the usual punishment whenever she caught him with his hands where they didn't belong. Though, what she was describing didn't sound anything like that. It sounded permanent, and that scared the hell out of him.

Understandably, he was expecting the worst as mommy walked over and fetched a mysterious item from the top drawer of his dressed. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but imagine her taking out a big pair of scissors and snipping off his precious boyhood as he watched in horror. It was an awful thought, and he really didn't think she was capable of something so gruesome, but the fear was there, building up more and more as she returned to the side of the changing table with the unknown item held behind her back.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked, revealing a small velvet pouch.

Luke shook his head. He had no idea what it was, but it certainly didn't look like scissors, a tiny guillotine, or anything else that could be used to separate him from his beloved penis. He was relieved to say the least. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his chest, but it all came crashing back down as she showed him what was inside.

"This is your new cock cage," she said, removing the miniature chastity device from it's pouch and holding it up so he could get a good look. "You'll be wearing this from now on to make sure you never make cummies without my permission ever again. The only time it will come off, is when I decide to take it off. Which means I'll be in complete control of your naughty little pecker from now on, just as it should be. I trust you have no objections?"

Despite being unable to speak, Luke made it very clear how he felt, letting out a long, unhappy whine as he shook his head snapped his legs shut. He'd seen various flavors of chastity devices like this before when he used to scour the online forums for dirty pictures. They were a fairly common accessory for a lot of sissy boys, especially if they had a mommy or daddy. Admittedly, there was a time when Luke thought the idea was kind of sexy, but not when it was his cock being locked away. He didn't want anything to do with that thing, but mommy didn't look like she was about to take "no" for an answer.

"What do you think you're doing? You open those legs right now and show me that little dicklet of yours," she said, the smile fading from her face.

Still, Luke persisted, keeping his legs clamped together like his life depended on it. He begged for second chance, promising he'd never touch his diapers again, but it all came out as unintelligible baby babble thanks to the pacifier strapped in his mouth. As usual, it didn't take long before tears of frustration were rolling down his cheeks. Why wouldn't she listen? He just wanted a chance to explain himself, but she wouldn't take the pacifier out of his mouth for even a second. Even now, she completely ignored his obvious attempts to communicate and went scrounging in one of the many drawers on the side of the changing table.

"Ah, these will do. Looks like we don't need the spreader bar after all," said mommy, pulling out a pair of leather cuffs and some adjustable nylon straps.

Without so much as issuing a second warning, she forced his legs apart once more and wrestled the leather cuffs onto each of his ankles, ensuring they were buckled tight so they wouldn't slip off unexpectedly. Predictably, Luke tried to resist, but was easily subdued by his mommy who was more than twice his size. She overpowered him as though he were nothing more than an unruly toddler, using the nylon straps to bind his ankle cuffs to the steel hardware on either side of the changing table. A moment later, Luke felt his legs being forced apart even further as mommy adjusted the straps, pulling each ankle toward a different side of the table until his legs were stretched taught in a wide V-shape.

He fought desperately to close this legs, knowing his genitals were in immediate danger, but it was no use. The restraints pulled each ankle in opposite directions, making it impossible for him to shut his thighs. All he could do was wriggle about on the changing table like a fussy baby as he waited for mommy to take away his manhood.

"See? All that fighting didn't get you anywhere but further into trouble," she said, baring her sharp teeth at her disobedient little hubby. "I try to do things the easy way, but you always have to make things difficult, and I have no idea why. When are you finally going to learn that mommy always wins in the end?"

Luke kept on struggling, growling defiantly as he tugged on his restraints. He knew he was in big trouble already, but he didn't want that horrid chastity cage anywhere near him, and he wanted to make his feelings heard. However, he immediately became much more docile when he saw mommy pick the straight razor back up off the table and unfold it for him to see.

"I was hoping that extra close shave I gave you would convince you to lay still and accept your new cock cage willingly, but apparently you need more convincing," she said, making a threatening slicing motion as she brandished the razor. "Sure you still want to do things the hard way?"

"Nuh uh! Nuh uh!" grunted Luke frantically as he shook his head. All traces of defiance quickly faded from his face, replaced with a look of sheer terror as his eyes stayed fixated on the steel blade in her hand. Though, his grunts of protest soon gave way to powerful, uncontrollable sobbing as mommy brought the razor within inches of his flaccid little penis, which shrank back into his body in fear.

"Oh, so you don't want to do it the hard way anymore? Does that mean you're ready to stay still and be a good boy for mommy?" she asked.

Luke responded quickly with a vigorous nod, desperate to appease his mommy. He didn't want to be locked up, but he was willing to do anything to make the razor go away for good.

"I'm glad you finally see things my way," she said, folding the blade into the handle and setting it aside. Suddenly, her cold expression softened into something more warm and motherly, exhibiting a totally different attitude as she continued. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you, sweetie. You're my most precious treasure in the whole world, and I love you more than anything, you know that. It's just that sometimes you require a bit of tough love to help you learn. After all, little pups like you need rules and boundaries, and those rules and boundaries are meaningless unless they are strictly enforced. Isn't that right?"

Again, Luke nodded in agreement, demonstrating his unwavering submissiveness. He was ready to take his punishment as long as it meant the razor wouldn't be ever be making a comeback. Even still, he didn't exactly look enthusiastic as mommy prepared his new cock cage. Just the sight of it was enough to keep him sniffling and crying as he waited for the inevitable.

"Now just hold still. I'm going to try and be gentle, but you may feel a pinch," she said, trying to keep her little hubby calm, looming over him as she got ready to lock him up for good.

Even with mommy's reassuring words, Luke felt a knot in his stomach as he saw the tiny cockring that was going to be wearing from now on. It was made of sissy pink translucent plastic and had a slot at the top that the cock cage would eventually slide into. It looked way too small, even for a man of his size, and ge had no idea how it was supposed to fit around both his dick and balls. Though, apparently mommy didn't see any issues.

She hummed a light-hearted tune as she guided his smooth, little ballsack into the miniscule plastic ring before giving them a gentle tug to pull them all the way through. The ring was only around his testicles and already it felt plenty tight, but it only got more uncomfortable as mommy began trying to stuff his soft, rubbery pecker through as well. At first, it didn't look like it would fit, but it slid right through the tight ring with the help of a few drops of baby oil, much to Luke's disappointment.

He had really hoped that it wouldn't fit, and mommy would have to wait for another day to lock him up. Unfortunately, it didn't look like he'd be so lucky. The ring _did_fit, even if it was uncomfortably tight, bordering on painful. He began to cry louder, realizing he'd be forced to wear this infernal thing from now on, and really wasn't happy about it. Regardless, mommy wasn't dissuaded.

"Now now, just settle down, princess," she said. "It's supposed to be snug, otherwise you could slip right out of it, and we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"

Luke was too choked up to respond, still bawling his eyes out as his manhood was being stolen away from him.

"Aww, poor baby," said mommy, empathetically. "It may be uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it after a few days. Just lie back and suck your paci and it will all be over soon."

Luke's wailing continued, but mommy continued on as though she couldn't even hear him. He watched anxiously as she coated the inside of the plastic cock tube with a few more drops of baby oil to help things slip into place. The tube was shamefully tiny, short and stubby too. He'd have no room to grow in that thing.

What would happen if he got an erection? Would it hurt? Could you even get hard in that thing? These were the questions that filled his head as he felt the tight plastic tube slide over the tip of his favorite little plaything. A moment later, his entire penis was encapsulated in a prison of pink plastic and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Almost got it..." said mommy, pressing the top of the cock cage down into the slot at the top of the cockring until she heard the distinct metallic click of the locking mechanism. "...and there we go. All done. Now you'll never have to worry about your naughty little peepee getting you into trouble ever again"

Luke jerked his head up, letting out a sad whimper as his new chastity cage poking out from between his legs. Where he would usually expect to see his wee-little pecker, he instead saw a pink plastic nub. His new sissy clit was flanked by his freshly-shaven balls that stuck out below on either side, sandwiched tightly between the cockring and the cock tube. It was a shameful sight. Anyone who peeked inside his diaper would immediately know that he was mommy's bitch.

"I just _love_it. You look so cute all locked up like that," said mommy, holding up her phone to get a picture of her husband's subjugated genitals.

She turned the phone around to double-check her photography skills and smirked victoriously, liking what she saw. A perfect shot of her poor chaste baby boy, shaved clean, legs spread, with his sissy pink chastity cage stuck out for the whole world to see. However, she didn't even bother to let him see it before stuffing her phone back down into her pocket and turning her attention back to Luke's new clitty.

"Feel anything?" she asked, playfully tapping the top of his hard plastic cock tube with one of her long claws.

Luke shook his head, still in tears as he squirmed in his restraints. He could feel the impact against the tube, but it didn't feel like he was being touched at all. His little pecker felt nothing at all as it sat unmolested in its prison, but mommy's curiosity wasn't satisfied yet.

"How about now?" she asked, kneading his delicate little testicles gently as they bulged out from beneath the rigid cock tube.

Luke nodded. Obviously, he could feel his vulnerable, exposed balls being fondled, but of course mommy already knew that. She just wanted to see what would happen when her perverted little hubby got a naughty stiffy in his new chastity cage for the first time, and Luke didn't disappoint. Just as she expected, his flaccid little prick started to expand and fill the translucent pink tube.

He shook his head, in a panic as he felt the tip of his semi-hard penis press up into the end of the cock cage. It was short, even for his little baby dick, barely allowing room to expand. Regardless, that didn't stop Luke's unruly little prick from trying, shoving itself painfully against the end of the hard, plastic tube. To make matters worse, it wasn't just his cock that suffered. His erection also pushed the chastity device away from his body, tugging on his sensitive nutsack in the process and ensuring an overall unpleasant experience from beginning to end. He whimpered weakly as tears poured down his cheeks, but mommy still didn't show any sympathy.

"I don't want to hear any bitching that it's too tight, so just stop that pathetic whining before I get a headache," she said, practically shouting to be heard over her husband's infantile sobbing. "I'll have you know they don't even sell chastity devices small enough to fit on a baby dick like yours, so I had to put in a custom order. Meaning, this cock cage is made to my _exact_specifications, and I know your little winky better than anyone, so don't even _try_bullshitting me that it's too small. Every complaint I hear about your new clitty is another day you'll stay locked up. Understand, princess?"

Luke nodded, afraid to show any resistance. He had no idea how long she was planning to keep him locked up like this, but he didn't want to extend his punishment any longer than necessary. He tried to stifle his cries and focus his thoughts on something other than the plastic tube that was crushing his tiny cock, hoping his unwanted erection would go away if he could stop thinking about it. However, that was easier said than done as mommy continued to lecture him about all the new rules that would govern his chaste little pecker from now on.

"Good, I'm glad we have an understanding, because I'm going to take the pacifier out of your mouth, and I don't want to hear you gabbering on about your uncomfortable little stiffies all night," she said, making light of his predicament as she reached down to unbuckle the pacifier gag from his mouth, still nagging him the entire time. "You're to be on your best behavior when my friends get here. That means you're to be seen and not heard, and your manners will determine when, or if, you'll ever be unlocked. Don't speak unless spoken to, and don't do _anything_to embarrass me, or I swear you'll never cum again! Am I being _absolutely_clear, little one?"

"Yes, mommy," said Luke, muttering timidly as the huge rubber nipple was finally plucked from his mouth. There were a lot of very colorful things he wanted to say to mommy now that he could finally speak again, but he managed to bite his tongue. Fortunate, considering the trouble he'd be in if he dared to say what he was really on his mind. She was being so cruel and unfair, but he was too afraid to stand up to her, especially now that his poor little boyhood was completely under her control.

"Well, let's just hope you remember, because there will be consequences for bad behavior, and I bet you won't like getting your little butt spanked in front of all my friends," she said, looking him straight in the eye to let him know she was serious.

Luke felt as helpless as a baby as mommy talked down to him, threatening to spank him in front of everyone like he was nothing more than a misbehaving child. He accepted his fate, realizing he had no other choice than to obey or face a humiliating punishment in front of a bunch of strangers. After everything he'd been through, he just wanted to get up off the changing table. Though, mommy didn't seem to be in any hurry. In fact, she didn't seem to be paying him much attention at all as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

"Wha.. What are those for?" asked Luke, nervously.

"For the rest of your punishment, dear," she replied, matter-of-factly.

"Huh?" he asked, looking genuinely surprised for a moment before a more sullen expression of took over. He thought the chastity cage was his punishment. How could there be more? He'd learned his lesson already, but apparently mommy didn't agree.

"Did you actually think you were off the hook for this morning?" she said, sounding almost amused. "Your dirty lies earned you this chastity cage, but it's not really a punishment by itself, more like a last resort to get your unruly little dicklet under control until can learn to follow the rules. You still have to be punished for making cummies in your diaper without permission, and you know what that means. You've been through this before, so don't play dumb."

Luke's heart sank as she pulled out the tube of mentholated balm. It was supposed to be used for muscle aches, but mommy only ever used it to punish his naughty bits whenever he got caught playing with himself. It burned like hell when it was applied to his sensitive little diaper area, and even though he'd suffered through it before, he was still deathly afraid

"Please, no more," said Luke, his lip quivering as he thought about the pain that was surely to come. "I swear I'll be good. I won't touch my diaper ever again. I promise."

"That's what you said last time, and we saw how well that worked out. It seems I can't trust anything you say anymore. Those promises are worthless now," said mommy, squeezing a large glob of balm into her hand. "Now I don't want to hear another word out of you. If I have to put the pacifier back in your mouth it's going to stay there all night."

"I'm not lying, I promise," cried Luke, ignoring his mommy's warning. "I'll do anything, just please, don't..."

Luke's groveling was cut short as he felt latex covered fingertips massaging the greasy balm into his delicate little scrotum. Mommy didn't have much as much skin to work with, now that his little twig was all locked up, so she made sure to give his berries double the punishment. She was very thorough, making sure to slather every iota of exposed skin with an extra thick layer of red-hot discipline, much to Luke's chagrin.

"Stop, please. That's too much," he continued to wail, struggling in his restraints in a futile attempt to save himself as he felt a cool, tingling sensation begin to set in.

"Then this should be a very memorable lesson for you then," said mommy, squeezing out another dollop of balm onto her fingertip and then jamming it up his tight little tailhole.

"No! Not there," he squealed, feeling mommy's finger push inside of him. He hated having anything up inside ass, but this was ten times worse. Of course, mommy knew that, but she didn't seem to care, leaving her finger inside much longer than necessary to show him who was boss.

"You don't get to order mommy around, little man," she said, wrigging her finger around inside of his tailhole, "I wear the pants in this family, and if you don't like the way I handle discipline around here, then just pack up your toys and your diapers and runaway back home to your bitch of a mother. I'm sure she'd love to find out what you've been up to for the last six months. What do you think, should we give her a call?"

Luke looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. His mouth hung open, but he didn't make a sound, too dumbstruck to even respond.

"That's what I thought," said mommy, taking her finger out of his poor, burning tailhole before peeling off her gloves and tossing them into the wastebasket.

Next, she unfolded a fresh diaper from the economy sized pack of pink princess print diapers and slid it under Luke's smooth, hairless butt while he squirmed in his restraints. She worked fast, folding it up between his legs and taping it shut, all before the balm really started to burn. She even checked the fit around his waist and around his doughy little thighs to make sure it was nice and snug across his caged little naughty parts, smiling with satisfaction at her work.

"It's so much easy to get a good tight fit when your little stiffy isn't in the way," said mommy, patting the front of his diaper. However, Luke hardly noticed her teasing, much too concerned with the everpresent burning sensation emanating from between his legs.

"Ah... It hurts! Please wipe it off! Please!" cried Luke, getting more desperate as the fire continued to spread, moving from his little baby nutsack down to his tailhole. He closed his eyes and continued his moaning. "Ooh, ow, the burning, damn it. It's too much, please make it sto..."

Luke's pathetic pleading was silenced instantly as his mouth was unexpectedly stuffed with the large rubber nipple once again. His eyes shot open in time to witness mommy strapping the pacifier back into his mouth. He shouted and cried, trying to tell her how bad his little butthole burned, but it all came out as indiscernible muffled mumbling thanks to thick rubber gag in his mouth. Though, that didn't stop him from trying, even if mommy dismissed it as the tantrum of an overtired toddler.

"Looks like someone is going down for a nap after this," said mommy, calm and unbothered by her husband's little outburst. "You need some time to settle down, but I'm sure you'll be ready to behave yourself by the time my friends get here. After all, you wouldn't want another layer of punishment lotion on your little raisinettes would you?"

Luke shook his head, still wailing loudly into his pacifier. Though, mommy wasn't going to take pity on her naughty little pup so easily. Ignoring his cries, she pulled a lacey pink bonnet down over his head. It had holes for his ears, and was held firmly in place with two thick ribbons that tied under his chin in a big girly bow. Besides being downright adorable, it also had a built-in blindfold made of heavy cloth that could be pulled down over his eyes to completely block out all light. Now totally blind and unable to speak, Luke could only whimper helplessly as his little balls sizzled inside his diapers.

"Almost done. Just need one more thing to make sure you can't fuss with your diaper," said mommy, sliding a thick, padded mitt over Luke's left hand.

He didn't bother to put up a fight, helpless to stop her with his wrists still strapped down. A moment later, the left mitt was buckled-on tight and she moved onto the right hand. Soon, both of the mitts were securely in place, turning his hands into useless nubs that couldn't grasp anything. The mitts had no holes for his fingers and the padding was so thick he couldn't even make a fist. Now he had the dexterity of a newborn infant, unable to work the buckle on his pacifier or untie his bonnet. He was totally helpless, and that's exactly how mommy wanted him.

Finally, she released the straps that held his wrists, and then she undid his ankle cuffs. He began squirming immediately thanks to the relentless burning between his legs. Even still, mommy didn't have any problem taking him under the armpits and lifting him up off the table, allowing his wriggling legs to dangle freely in the air as she moved him a few short feet over to his crib.

"Now you can just lie in here and think about what you've done," she said, plopping him down unceremoniously in the center of his barren, toyless crib. She even took his pillow before lifting the tall crib bars, latching them securely in place as she continued scolding him. "I'm going to have stash this pillow away in the closet along with Princess Pony until you get over this little humping fetish of yours. You'll get it back someday when you earn it, and you can start by putting your head down and getting some rest. Hopefully you lose the attitude before my friends get here, or else it's going to be a long, long night for you. Sweet dreams, pumpkin."

With that, mommy turned and left her poor bubby in his crib to suffer alone. He heard the door click shut behind her and immediately began to cry himself hoarse as he groped at the front of his diaper with his thick mitts, trying to find relief from the burning agony as he sat blind and gagged in his dark nursery, but it was no use. Rubbing his genitals only made the burning worse, so he quickly wet himself, flooding his diaper in that hopes that it might put the fire out. Alas, it only spread the painfully hot tingling sensation around further, leaving him worse off than when he started.

Desperate for relief and all out of ideas, he lay down in the fetal position with his mitts between his legs and sobbed loudly. It felt like his balls were being cooked on a skillet, but his tailhole was burning worse and worse as time went on. Before long, it felt like he had a hot curling iron up his ass and there was nothing he could do to sooth it. The fire just raged on with no sign of stopping, making Luke so very sorry that he disobeyed the house rules.

He apologized over and over again, hollering into his gag, hoping that mommy would hear how remorseful he was and take pity on him, but she never came back no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, after thirty minutes or so his voice was gone, reducing him to a whimpering, groaning mess as he continued to suffer. Totally defeated, he soaked his cute little baby bonnet with tears, blubbering like a baby who had just crapped his diaper.

Finally, the heat started to die down. It still burned, of course, but nowhere near as bad as when it had been first applied. Maybe she hadn't used as much as he thought, or maybe he had just developed a bit of tolerance after half an hour of pure torture. He didn't care. All he knew was that he could finally bear to leave the fetal position and lie on his back.

He rested his padded mitts on his genitals, making note of the fact that he couldn't feel the wet, piss-soaked padding against his caged little sausage. He could feel wetness on his balls, and he could feel the chastity device pressing against his crotch, but his cock felt nothing at all. That is, besides the residual burning from the balm that had seeped in from around the base when he wet himself in earlier. He let out a sigh, knowing that might not ever be allowed touch it again.

Even still, he was wise enough to pull his curious mitts away from his diaper, afraid mommy might see it on the nanny cam. Just because she had ignored his cries for mercy earlier didn't mean she wasn't watching from up above his crib, and he feared her wrath now more than anything. She had made her point loud and clear, disobedience would not be tolerated.

She owned him completely, controlling every facet of his life and now his body as well. He'd never even cum again unless she allowed him to, and that meant he was mommy's little bitch from now on. It had gone beyond cribs, diapers, and baby food, and even past spankings, enemas, and mouth soapings. He'd officially gone from baby to baby slave and there was no going back.