Don't Drop the Logs!

Noah looked outside the window at the snow falling in the yard, leaving a soft fluffy blanket of cool white.  It was Christmas Eve already, and the presents at the foot of His and Drews Christmas Tree only grew by the day.  Christmas was Noah’s favorite holiday, nothing beat the feeling of waking up Christmas morning to open all the awaiting wrapped packages.  He glanced over at Drew, who was watching a football game on TV.  This was the first Christmas that the two spent with each other since they became a couple.  Noah could hardly believe it was already 7 months since his confessed his deepest secret to his lover. 

A yellow wad of padding snuggly wrapped Noah’s waist and crotch, as a babyish onesie decorated with penguins with Santa hats clipped it into place.  Noah was an ABDL as long as he can remember, and when Drew heard of his secret kink, he was more than happy to play the role of Daddy.  In stark contrast with Noah, he sat in his armchair wearing a dress shirt and tie, with some nice slacks to match.  Even when he wasn’t working, he enjoyed looking his best, a quality that Noah more than loved. 

Noah felt his wet diaper squish as he waddled towards the Christmas tree. Drew made plenty of money, and was able to purchase plenty of fun gifts, expertly wrapped behind colorful paper and bows.  Noah also had gifts wrapped for Drew under the tree, though they weren’t wrapped nearly as nice.  Drew liked to joke that he got good at wrapping gifts from how many diapers he needed to wrap around Noah. 

“Hey Drew?”  Noah yelled out; his eyes still fixated at the pile of presents under the tree.  “Yeah bud?” Drew called back nonchalantly, focused mostly on the football game in front of him. “Can I please open a present early? Its already Christmas Eve, one gift isn’t that big a deal!” Noah pleaded, clutching a small square present in his hands, wondering what it could contain.  A video game? Maybe some toy? Or maybe even a kink toy that Daddy picked out?

Suddenly Noah felt two firm hands lift him up from his sides, carrying him over to the couch.  “No can do, kiddo.  You know the rules, no opening presents until Christmas.”  Noah felt his wet diaper squish again as Drew plopped him onto the couch, sitting next to him. “Aw, cmon Daddy… I’ve been super good this year though!” Noah replied with a whine, causing Drew to don his signature ‘know-it-all’ smirk. “Right, is that why I caught you trying to use a toilet a few months ago?”  Noah blushed as the memories flooded back. “That little bear suit of yours still stinks as bad as your diaper pail, not to mention those brown stains never quite came out fully, did they?”  Drew teased, causing Noah to squirm in his seat. “Besides, I just changed you an hour ago and you’re already soaked like a naughty little boy.” Noah let out a small moan as Drew squeezed the front of his soaked diaper.

“Tell you what though…” Drew began as Noah’s eyes lit up.  “How about we play a little game?  If you win, I’ll let you open any present under the tree, but if I win, we’re not opening anything until tomorrow.  How’s that sound?”  Noah returned his offer with a playful smile.  “Sure Daddy, I’ve already got the one I want to open too.” Drew wore his sadistic smile as he lifted Noah and brought him into his nursery.  Drew put a lot of work into making sure his little guy had everything he needed to enjoy his diapers.  The room was decked out with light blue paint, a changing table, a large playpen with plenty of toys around, and a crib with a locking top in case Noah had been naughty. The room also contained a closet which held Drew’s kink toys, leather gear, and restraints for when he was feeling naughty instead.

Noah was laid down on the changing table as Drew cleaned the playpen, leaving only the Lincoln Logs that Drew grew up with as a kid. “So, for the game I had in mind, all you have to do is build a tower with a roof out of these logs, with a roof piece, without dirtying your diapers.” Noah lit up, quite excited to be able to open that gift of his. “That’s it? I’ll have that done in no time.” It was then that Noah saw Drew dip into his closet of toys and he felt his heart drop.  No way he’d actually let it be THAT easy.

Drew returned to the changing table with a few pieces of leather under his arm. “First things first, it’s not much of a challenge if you can use your hands, now is it?” Drew grabbed each of Noah’s hands and slid on thick leather mitts, and locked them tight. Noah tried to move his hands, but they were effectively balled up.  No sort of give or fold in the mitts would let him pick anything up, much less have the dexterity to actually build a tower.  Suddenly Noah wasn’t feeling as good about his chances. “Next up, a clean diaper…” Drew hummed to himself as he unsnapped Noah’s onesie and untapped his wet diaper.  Noah gasped as he felt the cold wipes cleaning up his semi-erect dick.  Suddenly, he felt Drew’s finger probing against his hole, and he quickly entered and left, and then once again. “…and a couple of suppositories for good measure.”  Noah wanted to plead as he already felt the irritation in his gut beginning, but knew better than to protest in case Drew wanted to stack the odds even further. “Now for the finishing touch…” Drew pulled out what looked to be a leather face mask, though It was completely new to Noah.

“It’s a sensory deprivation hood, a little early gift I bought for myself.” Drew said with a wink to his diaper boy, who was already beginning to squirm. “Once this goes on, you won’t be able to see or hear anything, and I think now’s the perfect opportunity for a test run!”  Noah felt the leather wrap over his head, still able to breathe but his eyes and ears were completely blocked out.  He felt Drew lift him up once again and plop him down in what he assumed was the playpen.  A gurgle in his gut meant that Noah didn’t have the time to stop and think about the gear he was wearing and to focus on building the tower instead.

Inside the void of the hood, Noah was utterly disoriented.  He fell to his knees and felt around through the mitts.  He could barely feel the little toy logs scattered around the playpen; Drew must’ve dumped out the whole pile.  Noah tried sweeping his arms as if he was making a snow angel, trying to group all the little pieces.  How was he ever supposed to find them all in time? A small cramp made Noah’s stomach lurch, as he reminded himself that he didn’t have much time to dawdle.  Soon he felt that he brushed enough pieces into a small pile in front of him.  Drew only said he needed to make a tower, so that was all he was going to get. 

Noah pressed a single log in between the two thick mitts and placed it on the ground in front, then another to its right. Then another layer of two on the opposite sides to connect them.  Simple enough.  Noah continued his pattern until about 5 layers were built.  There were still plenty of logs in the pile though.  He felt another cramp spasm in his belly.  The unfortunate part of depriving your senses, meant that the ones you had left felt sharper.  The bloated feeling in his bowels were slowly beginning to override any other feeling he could sense, and the irritation from the suppositories was only making it worse.

Despite his desperate need to load his diapers, Noah pressed on, building more and more layers to the tower.  As it grew taller, Noah had to be even more careful of how he moved around, lest he accidentally knock it over.  One wrong move could spell an instant loss, Noah could quite literally feel deep down that he wouldn’t be able to keep his pants clean long enough for a rebuilding. Noah moaned into his leather hood as a large fart blew a raspberry into his padding.  As the stench wafted into the air holes in his hood, Noah became acutely aware that his sense of smell wasn’t blocked, a freedom Drew no doubt wanted for his “little stinker”.  Noah finished one last layer of the tower and felt around for more logs.  After shuffling his balled hands against the floor, he couldn’t find any more logs to build with.  A smile began to creep over Noah’s hooded face… until he remembered a small detail.

‘So, for the game I had in mind, all you have to do is build a tower with a roof out of these logs, with a roof piece, without dirtying your diapers.’ Drew had said.

‘…with a roof…’

What once was a sense of triumph was quickly replaced by a sense of anguish.  Where was the roof?  Was it even in the playpen at all?  Thoughts ricocheted in Noah’s head as he felt the feeling in his bowels beginning to grow again, and fast.  Noah rationalized that the roof had to have been nearby in the playpen, just not within arm’s reach. In desperation, Noah began to stand, but as he felt himself straighten out, his bowels tied itself in knots.  A powerful cramp wracked Noah’s body as he felt his mess wanting to force it’s way out.  He stood paralyzed as yet another cramp forced him to bend over.  As Noah tilted over, however, he became acutely aware that his balance was also affected by the hood. With the tower directly in front of him, he barely shifted his weight to his side and fell to his right, lest he destroy what little chance he had.

Noah rolled to his stomach.  He didn’t feel himself hitting any pieces of wood on the ground, so he must’ve avoided hitting the tower on the way down.  He still had a chance, all he needed to do was quickly find the plastic blue roof he was missing, though he was so disoriented.  A rancid fart escaped his backside again, as what was left of his remaining toilet training was quickly failing.  He sat back on his diapered butt, but realized he had no idea where the tower he had painstakingly built even was.  With a gulp, he slowly moved his leather mitts against the floor, hoping to find anything that may feel like a plastic triangle.  Just then, he felt his asshole begin to give.  The smelly load he was desperately holding in was slowly exiting, and there was no holding back now. Noah let out a moan into his gag as animal instinct began to take over, he couldn’t let his chances slip like this.  Suddenly he brushed against it, the plastic roof.  He could still win Daddy’s challenge.  However, as Noah attempted to pick it up from the other end, he felt his tower crumbling, as he plunged his leather fist into the logs. 

Time slowed, as Noah felt wooden pieces falling over his wrist, and soon his hand was covered in a pile of wooden logs.  Failure.  With an exasperated sigh, Noah resigned himself to his fate, as he bent his knees to dump his own logs out.  With no further resistance, his dirty load pressed against the seat of his padding, quickly piling up and smearing over his powdered ass.  With another moan, and another matching cramp, he bore down again, as another log of filth pushed its way out into his diaper.  With hardly any room left to go, he felt his sticky mess creeping up the front of his diaper, already fully covering his taint and balls in smelly excrement.  One final push of semisolid poop to cake any remaining bare skin, and Noah knew his diaper was utterly totaled.  Noah stood there, squatting and bent over, not daring to sit down to avoid any more damage to his smelly, sagging diaper.  The smell quickly began to waft up into his hood, as his only air supply quickly became contaminated with stench.

Noah felt himself getting lifted up, as Drew lifted him out of his playpen.  Noah could feel himself being carried for a little way, and then with an audible plop, Drew set him down directly on his diaper butt on the floor.  Noah moaned as he felt his ass checks quickly eased into the mess, feeling his poop squish and seep over him.  His cock became rock hard as he felt the mess seeping up the front of his diaper as well, poop creeped up his hardening shaft.  Noah felt a tugging on his hood as Drew lifted the mask off of him. 

“Well, that was quite the fun little experiment, wouldn’t you say, baby?”  Drew teased as Noah pleasured himself in his shit-loaded padding. Noah opened his eyes and saw Drew before him, sitting back in his armchair, still wearing his dress shirt and slacks, but now with his own rock-hard dick sticking out of his pants zipper.

“I know my dirty little boy couldn’t seem to handle multiple logs, so I think the best way for him to learn is to practice with just one log, wouldn’t you say?” Drew commanded in his “Daddy voice”, the voice that caused Noah to start leaking precum in his pampers, the voice that made Noah fall in love with him.  The voice that could command him to do anything. 

Lust took over him as Noah moved onto his knees and took Drews cock into his mouth.  Drew let out a relaxed moan as he laid back in his chair, and Noah pumped his head up and down his shaft, bouncing on his own messy diaper in the process.  Noah felt himself leaking more precum in his pampers, as he pressed his cock against Drew’s leg, trying to get any stimulation in his thick, filthy padding.  He tasted Drews precum leaking onto his tongue as he could tell Drew was getting close.

“Mmmph, yeah that’s good baby, just like that…” Drew mused as Noah worked his dick.  “You might not be able to keep your pampers clean but my dirty boy sure knows how to pleasure his Daddy.”  Noah let out another moan into Drew’s crotch as he inhaled a mix of Drew’s manly, sweaty crotch and his own poop-filled diaper. This was where he belonged.  Drew let out another moan as Noah began bringing him to climax.  He bobbed up faster and faster, and rubbed his dirty diaper against his leg.  Before he knew it, Drew orgasmed and began coming in Noah’s mouth.  The hot, sticky cum tickled the back of Noah’s throat as he began to climax in his own padding, the sticky fluid mixing in with the load of poop which smeared against the front of his padding from humping Drew’s leg.

Soon, Drew finished orgasming and his cock began to soften.  He let out a satisfied sigh as Noah slumped back into his filthy padding, now acutely aware of his filth now that he drained himself of his lustful urges.

“That was amazing, little guy.  Quite the thoughtful Christmas present.” Drew teased with a loving smile on his face.  He picked up Noah into his arms and gave him a tender kiss, which Noah returned as he melted into his man’s arms. “I love you, Drew.”  Drew blushed as he brushed a lock of hair from Noah’s face.  “I love you too, Noah.”

“…So, does this mean I can open a Christmas present now?” Noah asked with a hopeful smile, to which Drew lightheartedly scoffed. “Ha, what do you mean? You already unwrapped a present tonight.” Drew mused as he rubbed the bulge in his crotch.  Noah pouted as he realized he wasn’t going to budge.  “Well, can I at least get a diaper change?”  Drew laughed as he set Noah down into his crib for the night.  “Sorry bud, like I said we’re not opening anything until tomorrow.  I’ll be sure to open your stinky present, maybe once we’re all done with the ones under the tree.” Drew gave Noah a wink as he squeezed the front of Noah’s utterly loaded diaper, squishing the poop all around his semi-erect cock.  Drew locked the top of Noah’s crib and turned off the light as Noah found himself humping one of his pillows.

“Merry Christmas, little guy.”