The following is a work of fiction that includes bondage, humiliation, domination, diapers, butt plugs, and chastity. Unless that lists sounds appealing to you, I suggest you stop reading now. Continue at your own risk.

Chapter 1

The ride back home from Miss Fifi's was only a couple hours long. With his hands locked in tight leather mitts Marcus had little hope of entertaining himself, so he mostly passed the time in the backseat listening to his mother and her new boyfriend chat amongst themselves. He had nothing to say to either of them. Unfortunately, that didn't stop Butch from trying to make friends.

"You must be excited to be finally going home," said the big Rottweiler. "That Miss Fifi sounded _really_strict."

Marcus just kept staring out the car window, ignoring the question entirely. He wasn't interested in any male bonding and he wanted to make that perfectly clear from the start. Unfortunately, his mother wasn't going to tolerate a rude pup.

"Marcus! Your step-father asked you a question," she said, scolding the teenage wolf in the backseat as she gave him a hard glare via the rear-view mirror.

"He's not my step-father," said Marcus, the pouty tone in his voice making him sound more like an 8 year old than an 18 year old. "You're not married, and you've barely been dating for a whole week."

"Yeah, well he's not going away anytime soon, so you better just get used to it. I'm done letting you control my social life, young man."

"Besides, what we have is better than marriage," said Butch, muscling his way back into the conversation as he leaned over and gave the boy's mother a smooch on the cheek.

Marcus scowled as he saw the big burly Rottweiler making the moves on his mom. The sleaze ball was always putting his hands all over her, making kissy faces, and paying her sappy, insincere sounding compliments. Marcus didn't trust him at all, but his mother had clearly fallen for him hard.

She let out a girlish little giggle as she felt the peck on her cheek, remaining focused on the road in front of her. Though, it was obvious that she was fantasizing about Butch the whole time. Marcus even caught a glimpse of his mother as she reached up and gently caressed the thick leather collar around her neck, most likely remembering the night when Butch gave it to her as a bit of an engagement ring. Seeing this was too much, the resentment finally got to Marcus, and he couldn't resist making his disgust known.

"I was happy to come home, until _he_showed up. Why did you have to bring _him_anyway?" asked the pup, pouting harder than ever before. Still, his mother ignored him, turning to Butch instead.

"I'm so sorry, honey. He's always been like this when meeting any of my male friends," she said, trying to make Butch feel better. Though, he didn't seem too broken up about it. He still had the same smug smile on his face like always.

"Don't worry about it," said Butch. "I'm not going to run away with my tail between my legs like those other guys you've dated in the past. Marcus just needs some time to adjust to the idea of sharing you with another man."

Again, Marcus couldn't contain his snide comments. "You must be as dumb as you are ugly if you think I'll ever adjust to you."

"That's enough! You're in big trouble now, buster," shouted mom, startling the grousing pup in the backseat. She didn't usually raise her voice that loud, but she wasn't going to let her bratty son fuck up another relationship for her. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pup staring back at her with tear-filled eyes, but it wasn't enough to change her mind. She made her way to the right lane, exiting the highway the first chance she got, and pulling into the nearest gas station.

Marcus tried to act stoic and calm as they pulled into the crowded lot. Though, he was actually on the verge of begging for forgiveness as the two adults got out of the front seat. There were cars and people all over the place, and he had no idea what was in store for him. Suddenly, a twinge of dread shot straight through his heart as the car door opened and his mother started undoing the straps of his oversized car seat.

"Mama, no," whined Marcus shyly. He didn't want to get out of the car in front of all these people, but his mother ignored him.

A few seconds later, she was pulling him out of the backseat by his ear. The harsh treatment made him cry out, attracting even more attention from the other gas station patrons. Marcus blushed and tried to cover his big poofy diaper as everyone turned to look.

He knew how ridiculous he must have looked, wearing nothing but a diaper and a tight little pink t-shirt that showed off his belly. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing a frilly bib or anything, but his hand mitts and pretty pink collar were enough to keep the spectators gawking. He whimpered and looked to his mother for help, but she was busy digging around in the trunk for something to beat him his bottom with.

"Just stand there and be quiet," she said, rummaging through the over-stuffed suitcase full of Marcus' baby stuff. "Miss Fifi made it very clear that you need to be disciplined immediately when you have outbursts like these, and I'm not going to let you turn back into the foul-mouthed brat you used to be."

"Okay, I'm sorry," whined Marcus, trying to get out of his punishment. "I'll apologize to Butch. Can we please just get back in the car?"

"Hush," said mom, not even looking up from the trunk. "This isn't a negotiation. We just left Fifi's and you're already embarrassing me."

"But..."

"Now Marcus, you should listen to your mom," said Butch, butting in. "It's for your own good."

The pup quieted down a bit, noticing that more and more people were turning to see what all the fuss was about. Nevertheless, he crossed his arms and pouted, once again irritated beyond belief that Butch couldn't keep his nose out of things. Under his breath, he muttered, "Who asked you anyway, dickhead?"

Regrettably, he muttered a bit louder than he intended to, allowing both Butch and his mother to hear him quite clearly. He let out a squeal as his mother grabbed him by the collar and yanked him over by her side. She looked him right in the eye and continued to scold him like he was nothing more than a child.

"You better just shut up right now and get on your best behavior, little man. If you can't keep your rude comments to yourself, then I have no problem taking you right back to Fifi's place for another week. Is that what you want?"

"No, mama," replied Marcus, visibly shaken by the threat "I don't need to go back."

"Yeah, well I'll be the judge of that, Butch too. Don't think you can get away with disrespecting either of us like this again, or you'll be sorry. Things are going to change around here, and I mean that. I'm done letting you push me around. Now take this over to Butch, he should know what to do with it."

With that, Marcus' mother thrust a rectangular, wooden paddle down the front of her son's diaper like it was a kangaroo's pouch. He shot her a petulant little frown as he realized what was in store for him, but that didn't deter her in the least. She just raised her eye brow and gave him a cold stare until he lowered his head, turned, and started shuffling over to where Butch was waiting for him.

"I'm very sorry, sir," said Marcus. He kept his eyes down at the ground, too ashamed to look up at the big Rottweiler who stood at least one foot taller than him.

"Not yet you aren't," said Butch, smirking as he grabbed the leather-wrapped handle sticking out from the boy's waistband and unsheathed the shiny new paddle. He inspected it thoroughly. It wasn't too big but it would do the job just fine. It was no wider than his palm, and just a bit longer than his hand, not counting the length of the handle. The wood was thick and solid too. Even with the holes drilled to lower wind resistance, it was properly balanced and had a good weight in his hand. He looked forward to trying it out on the smart-mouth pup just as soon as he got the boy's diaper out of the way.

Without warning, Butch reached out, grabbing the pup by the back of the collar and holding him still. Marcus reacted quickly, trying to fight off the older man, but the struggle didn't last long. With one clean motion, Butch managed to completely tear off the boy's diaper. Before it even hit the ground, Marcus stopped fussing and was trying to conceal his freshly shaven twig and berries with his mitted hands. Though, it wasn't just the front of his diaper area that was shaved.

"My compliments to Miss Fifi on the shave-job. Those have to be the smoothest butt cheeks I've ever seen," teased Butch from behind, getting his first look at the boy's hairless rump as he readied his paddle. Several quick smacks rang out across the gas station parking lot as Butch started whooping the pup's ass.

Marcus was howling in pain the moment the paddle came down on his sensitive, powdered buttocks. Each swat stung worse than an angry hornet, and left a burning red mark on his soft cheeks. The runty little wolf instinctively tried to squirm away from the paddle, but Butch only tightened his grip on the collar, nearly choking the poor boy.

"Ow! Stop! I'm sorry!" hollered Marcus, fidgeting uncontrollably as he was publicly spanked.

"Just pipe down and take your punishment, ya little crybaby," said Butch, continuing to wail on the naughty pup's bottom without mercy.

Marcus was sobbing in less than a minute. He'd been fighting back tears the moment his diaper was ripped away, but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Butch was ruthless, putting considerable speed, power, and accuracy behind each swing of the paddle. Not only that, he was always sure to have the paddle kiss the same spot three or four times before moving on. It was as harsh as any spanking the boy had suffered at the hands of Fifi and Marzipan, possibly worse.

"Tell him to stop, mama," said Marcus, blubbering shamelessly as he took his beating. Through tear-filled eyes, he could see the other patrons standing around watching as they pumped their gas. Some of them looked concerned, but no one did anything to help. They all just minded their own business, and watched as the pup suffered at the hands of his new daddy. It was all the poor boy could do to keep his mitted hands clasped over his genitals. The ordeal was degrading enough without showing his dainty pink chastity device and little shaved testicles to the crowd.

"I don't think so," said mom, putting her hands on her hips sternly. "You're not going to come crying to me every time you get a little discipline from Butch. You should have thought about this before you mouthed off. I gave you plenty of warnings, didn't I?"

Marcus didn't have anything to say. He hated his mother right now. For some reason, he thought she'd be shocked and appalled when she heard about all the horrors he'd been through at Miss Fifi's, but it turned out to be the exact opposite. Apparently, she'd been talking to that bitch Fifi regularly on the phone, getting updates about all the nasty punishments he'd been put through for the last week. The humiliations, the harsh discipline, even the chastity cage, his mother knew about it all. Not only did she know, but she approved. Fifi had seemingly brainwashed his mother into believing this was the only true way to get him to behave. Now it looked like the strict rules and discipline of Miss Fifi's nursery would be following him back home.

When the spanking finally ended, Marcus was a sniveling mess. His swollen backside was completely covered in red welts and felt like it was on fire. If it weren't for Butch holding him up by his collar, the boy probably would have collapsed to the ground long before the end of the punishment. Still, the brutish old bully wasn't finished with him.

"I'm ready for that apology now," said Butch, turning the boy around to face him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I swear, I'm really, really sorry," said Marcus, chocking back tears as he tried to speak.

"Not so fast, pup. First, I want you to put your hands at your sides and keep them there. No point in hiding anything from me. We'll be getting to know each other real well, after all."

Marcus stifled his pathetic sobbing, and sniffed a string of snot back up into his nose. His back was to the crowd now. He could imagine people pointing and snickering at his burning, red tushy, but he knew he wouldn't be getting back into the car until he did as he was told. With his tail tucked between his legs, and his nose pointed to the ground, he slowly uncovered himself. He even pinned his scrawny arms against his sides, just like his new daddy wanted, keeping his mitts planted firmly against his hips.

"Aw, looks at that cute baby-sized prick all locked up in a snug little cock-tube," said Butch with a smirk. "How long has it been locked up?"

"For a whole week, sir. Fifi put it on me the first day," said Marcus, blushing bashfully as Butch and his mother stared down at this tiny penis.

"And why'd she do that?"

"Because I wouldn't stop getting erections during my diaper changes, sir."

"Now, now, you can call me daddy. Also, I don't think a youngin' like you should use grown up words like that. Tell me again, and do it like a proper pup."

Marcus' embarrassment turned to anger. Looking to his mother for help, he said, "Mama, I want to be a pup anymore. I'll learn to use potty, promise."

"I'm sure, dear. Just like all the other times you kept your promises, right?" asked mom, sarcastically. "I'm afraid it's too late for bargaining. You've made your crib, and now you have to lie in it. Now, be a good boy and answer your daddy so we can get back on the road."

Marcus couldn't believe how vindictive and unfair his mother was being. She was really going to make him stand there in nothing but a t-shirt and humiliate himself in from of her new boyfriend. The boy's rage and frustration kept building up, but there was nothing he could do. His mother wasn't going to help, and he had no where to run to. The feelings of bitterness and resentment eventually built up to the point where he couldn't contain himself, and it all came bursting out. Though, this time it didn't come in a barrage of curses and insults. Instead, he began bawling like a scolded child yet again. Of course, his mom wasn't impressed with all the waterworks.

"You're not getting any sympathy from me, young man. Do as your daddy tells you this instant!"

With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Marcus turned to face the big Rottweiler once more. With a sniffle he said, "Fifi locked up my pee pee 'cuz it kept getting hard, daddy."

"That's better. You almost sound like a real pup just now," said Butch, a toothy smile stretching across his ugly face as he spoke. "Still, I think that little cock cage should stay on as a permanent accessory."

Marcus opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again immediately. There was nothing he could say, and he didn't want to prolong his public shaming any longer. He just wanted to get back in the car so they could get home. Besides, he could always appeal to his mother later after she'd calmed down a bit. Though, even that option flew out the window as Butch continued.

"Don't worry," said Butch. "You'll be milked regularly as long as you behave yourself. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, daddy," muttered Marcus, defeated.

"Good, because your mama has entrusted me to be your key holder," said Butch, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to show his step-son the shiny, silver key hanging around his neck. "Now, did you have something you wanted to say?"

Marcus stared open-mouthed at the tiny key, wondering how his mother could do this to him. Why would she give this creep the key to his cock cage? Completely disheartened, Marcus couldn't keep his voice from cracking as he gave his forced apology.

"I'm sorry for saying those mean things, daddy," he said as sincerely as possible. "I won't ever do it again."

"Let's hope not. I don't like having to punish you," said Butch, changing his tone to sound more sweet and caring. The phony bastard even opened up his arms and gave his new son a nice cozy hug.

"Aw, isn't that better," said mom. "Do you see now, Marcus? Butch isn't some kind of monster. He's a big sweety once you give him a chance."

"Yes, mama," said Marcus timidly, not about to disagree while he was still wrapped up in Butch's powerful arms. The hug went on way too long, but the pup didn't try to resist at all. As uncomfortable as it was being pressed to the lousy bastard's chest, it was still preferable to the harsh treatment he was accustomed to for the last week.

"Alright, now let's get a fresh diaper on you," said mom, tugging Marcus away from Butch and walking him back over to the car.

"While you're doing that, I'm going to go in to grab a drink and use the bathroom," said Butch, nodding toward the shop at the other end of the parking lot. "You want anything?"

"That's okay, honey," replied mom as she got to work fetching more supplies from the trunk. With the diaper bag hanging from her arm, she opened the door to the backseat of the car and told her pup to lie down.

Marcus did as he was told with no backtalk whatsoever. He was more than happy to return to the privacy of the backseat, laying down on his back and lifting his legs high up in the air. Finally, it was just him and his mother again. Despite all she'd done to him today, he was still glad to spend some time alone with her without Miss Fifi or Butch around to tease him.

"Ow, that stings," whined Marcus as a fresh diaper was slid under his recently paddled bottom. "Please don't let Butch spank me anymore, he hits too hard."

"Then maybe you'll remember this the next time you're thinking about insulting him," said mom sternly. She still hadn't forgiven him, but nonetheless, she was nice enough to squirt some lotion into the palm of her hand and gently applied it to her son's throbbing hindquarters.

"Why'd you have to bring him anyway?" asked Marcus, shuddering slightly as the he felt the cold lotion against his skin.

"Because, he's my boyfriend. I like him a lot, and I wanted you to meet him. I was hoping you two would get along."

"But mama, I want it to be just you and me like before."

"Well, you'll just have to get used to it then. Butch is already moved into the house and you'll be seeing a lot of each other. I can't go to work and take care of you all by myself anymore, and Butch agreed to stay home to watch you while I'm at work."

"But..."

"No buts, mister. He'll also be helping out plenty in the evenings and weekends too. I'm finally going to have some time to myself. I've been working myself to the bone since your father left, and now it's time for me to take back my life."

Marcus went quiet and turned his head to the side, staring into the leather upholstery. He still didn't want to accept Butch, but there was no point in arguing anymore. He'd just get another guilt trip, or worse, another punishment. It was better to wait for later, when she wasn't so upset with him. For now, he just wanted to lay back and enjoy his shameful little massage.

His mother continued rubbing his painfully sore bottom until all the lotion had been absorbed. Then, she squirted another helping of lotion into her palm and began applying it to the rest of the boy's crotch. She didn't miss a spot, getting the area between his legs and all around his adorably small chastity device. She even rubbed some onto his aching little balls as they bulged out from underneath the pink, plastic cock tube that held his miniscule pecker prisoner.

This got Marcus moaning. Not out of pleasure, but because his testicles were so swollen with seed that they ached for release. Even worse, he felt his measly little prick stiffening up as she continued to squeeze and massage his balls. Before long, it had expanded to fill the entire inch and half long tube, pushing painfully against the walls of the chastity device as it tried to grow. He blushed, knowing his mother would notice.

Sure enough, she gave a smirk as she noticed her son's paltry little stiffy. She felt a bit guilty about leaving him locked in the chastity device, but it was worth it. His tiny soldier always stood at attention during his diaper changes. In the past, she'd reluctantly indulge him with a hand job, just to get the little nuisance out of the way and keep him from whining. However, that would never be a problem again. Whether hard or soft, his pecker would fit perfectly into his thick, cushy diapers with no fuss.

Of course, Marcus was nearly as happy about it as his mother. He whimpered as his cock ached, hoping it would go flaccid soon. "Please take it off mama," he whined as looked down at the chastity device poking up from between his legs. "I promise I'll be good and I won't ask for nighttime rubs anymore. I swear, just give me another chance."

"No, Marcus. It's not up for discussion. Your little wienie is staying locked up, and that's final. Miss Fifi said it's very important that you know who's in charge around here."

The sexually frustrated teen's eyes began to tear up, hearing Fifi's words coming out of his mother's mouth. He pouted and crossed his arms dramatically like a child begging for a toy at the store, but she didn't bother to say another word. Instead, she reached into the diaper bag to fetch the nice big butt plug that Fifi had given her.

"No, mama. I'm sorry I acted bratty. I don't need that," said Marcus, losing the snotty tone in his voice immediately as he saw the bulbous plug in his mother's hand.

He remembered it well from his time at Miss Fifi's. The diabolical woman had referred to it as a "soother", but it wasn't like any soother you'd find in the baby section at a department store. Anytime he got pouty and whiney at Fifi's, she'd shove it right up his tail hole, and leave it inside in him until he was totally calm and ready to behave. Of course, it usually stayed in for a few hours even after that. Safe to say, he wasn't excited to see it was making a return.

"Don't be shy," said mom, smearing lube onto the firm rubber plug. "Fifi told me this always helps you relax."

"No! I don't want it! Fifi is crazy, don't listen to her," said Marcus, protesting.

"That's it! I've had enough!" hollered mom as she grabbed her son's ankles and lifted his legs back up high into the air. As soon as there was a clear view of his puckered little asshole, she reached down and started shoving the soother into place.

Marcus cringed and bit his lip as his tender hole stretched painfully around the widest part of the plug. Luckily, it was all over quick. Once the wide flare had been pushed past his anus, most of the pain was gone. Though, his rectum was stuffed to an uncomfortable degree.

He felt incredibly full as he clenched his tail hole tightly around the narrowest part of the plug. The pup grumbled and squirmed, wishing his mother would take it out. However, she just smiled as she pulled the fresh diaper up between her son's legs, covering up his naked cock and balls and fastening the extra-strong tapes nice and tight around his waist.

"Now if we can have a nice peaceful drive the rest of the way, maybe the soother will come out when we get home," said mom, sounding strict in a loving sort of way as she helped her big baby sit up in the backseat.

"Do I really need to wear that too?" muttered Marcus as he saw his mother pull a leather muzzle from the diaper bag and hold it up in front of his face.

"Do I look like I'm joking," said mom. "I'm tired of your constant backtalk. You have to learn that from now on there will be consequences if you refuse do as you're told. Is that clear, young man?"

Marcus didn't bother to argue, hoping to get back on his mother's good side. He just sighed and nodded, showing he was ready to accept his punishment as he leaned forward slightly and put his head down.

"That's better," said Mom, slipping the leather muzzle over the boy's mouth. She buckled the thick straps behind his head nice and snug to keep the muzzle firmly in place for the rest of the trip. With a single finger, she lifted his chin, looking him in the eye as she sweetly asked, "Is that too tight, dear?"

Marcus shook his head timidly, on the verge of tears as he gave his mother puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately, it had no effect on her.

"Alright, then let's get you strapped into your car seat," said mom. "Butch will be back soon, and we need get back on the road."

Even with the soother crammed up his butt, Marcus creased his brow and gave an angry glare as soon as Butch's name was mention. Still, he kept quiet and crawled babyishly to the other side of the backseat where his car seat was waiting for him. Without even needing to be told, he plopped his padded rear-end down into the form-fitting seat and waited for his mother to come around and strap him in.

She smiled and hummed as she pulled the padded straps down over his shoulders, attaching them to the strap anchored between his chubby legs. Another strap went around his waist, and everything was secured with a durable metal clasp. Once her big baby was nice and cozy in his special seat, she closed the door and made her way back around to the driver's seat.

"Of good," said mom, starting the engine. "Butch is on the way."

Marcus scowled once again, but didn't say anything. The rest of the trip would be bad enough, and he didn't want to test his mother's patience anymore than he already had. His stinging butt cheeks were a painful reminder of what happened the last time he mouthed off. Meanwhile, the large plug was even more unpleasant now that he was sitting up. The hard plastic car seat kept the plug pushed in as far as it could go, and he could feel it moving around inside as he fidgeted, trying to get comfortable. With his tail hole stuffed, there was no way for him to forget that he was bitch of the house now.

As promised, it didn't take long for Butch to return. The big Rottweiler claimed the front passenger seat and started unloaded all the treats and drinks he'd bought inside. Then, knowing full well what he was doing, he leaned over and offered his lips to his lovely lady.

Marcus could only watch on as his mother reciprocated, and soon she and Butch were locked in a long, wet kiss, complete with plenty of tongue and even a few moans of passion. It seemed to go on forever, and Marcus only got more irritated as they continued to play tonsil hockey in front of him. Not just because he hated Butch, but because his mother was the one who wouldn't pull away. Once the public display of affection was finally over, his mother got focused on driving again as she put the car into drive. Butch, on the other hand, turned to check on Marcus in the backseat.

"Hey there cutie, that's an awful nice muzzle you got there," said Butch, shooting the heavily restrained boy a teasing grin while mom wasn't looking. "I got you a treat, but I guess we'll have to save it for later."

Marcus just huffed and turned his head to look out the window.

"Don't give him any candy, he doesn't deserve it," said mom coldly, before leering angrily at her son in the rearview mirror and scolding him again. "You're going to have the soother up your butt all night of you keep at it. That's a promise."

"Uh oh, sounds like mama has picked up some tricks from Miss Fifi. You better watch yourself, little guy," said Butch, his head still poking into the backseat as he stared at his new step-son.

The runty little wimp looked so pathetic, pouting as he sat in his cushy diapers. Butch was looking forward to spending some quality time alone with him eventually. If not tonight, then tomorrow while mom was at work. He was going to show the sniveling little brat that there was a new man of the house, and the pup wouldn't soon forget it. Though, for now, Butch was content to leave the boy alone, turning his attention back to mom while Marcus stewed in his car seat for the remainder of the trip.

It was only about another hour before they'd be home, but the time couldn't pass quick enough for Marcus. The fat plug in his rump was driving him crazy, and he could barely move, making it impossible to get comfortable. As for entertainment, he was still left with nothing to do but listen as Butch and his mother prattled on and on about him and how to correct his bad attitude. Many of the strict rules and punishments they discussed were straight out of Fifi's handbook, and the miserable pup began to wonder if things would ever go back to normal. One thing was for sure, he kept quiet the whole rest of the way home.