Monitored

We collapsed on the bed. Panting heavily. Our naked bodies glistening with sweat.

“How many was that?” I asked between breaths. “Two? Three?”

“Four.” She heaved. Eyes still rolled back in her head. “You’d think you’d be used to the sound of me orgasming by now”

“I guess I lost count,” I said, and we both chuckled. Embracing each other and kissing softly as our heart rates settled down.

She held up her hand as I nibbled her ear affectionately. “Gimme!” She said, nodding toward my softening member.

It took a second to register what she wanted, then I remembered. Pulling the latex of the Magnum off my slimy cock and handing her the rubber sack of semen.

“Ooooh it’s a big one this time!” She said, grinning from ear to ear as she took the condom from me. She sat up and leaned over to the night stand, grabbing a small container and unscrewing the lid. She then grabbed the bottom of the condom and turned it upside down. Pouring the contents in and adding it to what was already there from earlier.

While she was busy emptying every last drop possible, I started hearing a staticy rustling coming from the night stand on my end.

“Uhh...Beth?” I said.

“Yea?” She called, draining the last of my juices into the container and dropping the now empty condom into the trash bin.

“Your husband is...umm...playing with himself again...”

She sighed, and then climbed over the bed to my side. Her perfect, perky tits bouncing as she did.

I turned the screen of the small monitor so she could see. There, in the black and greys of the night vision, was a full-grown man in diapers. The camera aimed through the bars of the cage or “crib” as Beth called it. The buttons on his onesie kept him from reaching into his diaper directly, and even if he could, the locking mittens on his hands wouldn’t have been able to do much stroking in there.

So instead, the man was rubbing both of his rounded rubber hands on the outside of his diaper. Running them up and down as he whimpered behind the large paci in his mouth.

“Ughh” groaned Beth. “I told him he wasn’t supposed to embarrass me while you were here!! He knows we can hear AND see him!!”

“Awww come on” I said, wrapping my arm around her, “little guy just isn’t used to hearing the sound of his wife cumming! Especially four times!”

“Five.”

“I thought you said four?”

“I think I lost count too.” She laughed as she stared at her husband molesting himself on screen, “he never could last long with that little baby dick of his. Watch, I bet you he doesn’t make it 2 minutes!”

“You’re on!”

It was kind of awkward watching a grown man in diapers touch himself. But Beth’s naked body clutched to me helped remind me of my place in this fucked up little hierarchy.

“What did you ever see in him anyway?” I asked.

“Money.” She replied without missing a beat. We both laughed.

The loser’s whimpers and breathing were coming faster now. So much that the paci dropped from his mouth. He actually stopped what he was doing, used both hands to fumble for the little penis pacifier, and put it back in his mouth. As if he really thought it would help him keep quiet.

“God he’s so pathetic!” She scoffed. “What time is it?

“It’s 2:47...1 minute left”

It was like he heard us, even though he couldn’t. Apparently deciding the mittened-hands weren’t going to get the job done, he flipped over onto his stomach. Making the plastic sheets crinkle.

“What’s he doing?” I asked.

“Just watch...” she said, rolling her eyes as he rolled over. As if she’d seen it 1,000 times.

He spread his legs wide, his diapered bum facing the camera. It appeared to be bulging out in the back more than usual.

Once he got situated, he started bucking his hips slowly. Apparently unapologetic about how much noise he and the sheets were making as he picked up the pace. It wasn’t long at all before his whimpers grew louder, his legs started to clench and quake, and he gasped and collapsed flat on the bed.

“Still 2:47…” Beth chuckled triumphantly. “GOD he needs a fucking cage…”

I was a bit confused by that statement. Wasn’t he already in a cage? Even though she called it a crib?

“It locks his dick up.” She said, reading my confused look. “Keeps him from masturbating...the normal way. It even comes with two little keys! One for me and one for you!”

“You’d let me hold the keys to your husband’s...cock cage?”

She shrugged, “I don’t see why not. In fact it might even be fun to have him have to beg you for permission to touch his dicklet. Remember how much he cried when he had to beg you to fuck me the first time??”

I chuckled at the thought. It really was erotic having this type of power in a relationship. Even one as weird as this.

I didn’t have long to ponder it however before the sound of a grown man crying snapped me out of my reverie.

“Wahhhh!! Wahhh!!! Wahhh!!” crackled the man through the speaker of the monitor. So loud I could hear the real thing from the room next door.

Beth sighed. “Aghh...I’ll get him…” she said, making to get up off the bed, but I placed a hand on her naked thigh.

“Shouldn’t...I get him?” I asked apprehensively.

“You want to get him?” she asked incredulously.

“Well...I mean...I don’t want to, per se but...I dunno. I guess I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do in this whole ‘Daddy’ role…”

“So you’re okay with checking him, feeding him, and changing his diaper?” she asked over the sound of his wails.Crooking an eyebrow.

I thought about how weird this all was. But Beth was so fucking hot and great in bed that I didn’t want to lose her. But the thought of changing a grown man’s diaper was...not something I was prepared for.

“I guess not…” I said sheepishly.

She laughed and gave me a long passionate kiss. “I’ll take care of it. But I appreciate the offer, and I’ll be sure to show my appreciation when I get back” she said with a wink as she stood up, grabbed the container off her night stand, and left the room.

Seconds later I heard the sound of the door creaking open through the monitor.

“Awww! What’s the matturr wittle baby??” she asked as the sobbing stopped.

It was so weird hearing her use her ‘Mommy’ voice. The woman that was just exasperatingly begging me to “Fuck her brains out” only minutes ago was now softly speaking to a grown man in baby-talk.

The little bitch whimpered something. But Beth acted like she didn’t hear.

“What is it wittle baby? Is it your diapurr? Did you go poo poo?”

She reached her hand through the bars and grabbed the bulge in the back of his diaper. Shaking it and smushing it back and forth.

“It sure feels like it! And certainly smells like it!”

She skillfully popped the buttons on his onesie one by one even in the dark. When the last one was released his onesie shot upwards, exposing the big fluffy white diaper around his waist with a dark (and what I assumed to be) brown stain in the back.

As if it wasn’t obvious enough, she crooked a finger into the waistband and inspected the contents.

“Ooof! You sure did make a stinky poo poo!!”

The little bitch whimpered something again, but all I caught was ‘change’ and ‘diapy’.

“Not yet baby,” she said, “First we have to get the wittle baby fed!”

The penis pacifier dropped immediately from his mouth and he started holding his arms out at the bars. If his hands weren’t mittened, I imagined he’d be making grabby hands at her perfect, round breasts poking through the crib.

But Beth stepped back.

“Na uh! Not Mommy’s milk silly!!” and she held up the container she had taken from the nightstand. “Mommy got you plenty of milk from DADDY!”

She emphasized the word and laughed hysterically while the little bitch deflated. She didn’t seem to care at all though as she unscrewed the top of the container and replaced it with a small rubber nipple.

She worked it through the bars and placed it to his squirming mouth. “Shhhh...there there…” she cooed softly as he resisted, though not with much effort.

Soon the nipple of the bottle was in his mouth and he was suckling softly.

As weird as this whole thing was, my cock started to stiffen. Something about having a tangible indicator that I was the Alpha male in this strange, fucked up relationship.

With one hand holding the bottle upward, Beth’s other arm worked through the bars down to the front of his diaper.

“Let’s check the front shall we?” she whispered, working her finger into his squirming diaper.

Then she gasped. Feigning surprise. “It feels sticky in there! Did somewon make a cum cums?” She asked, her voice switching to a stern growl.

The bitch tried to mumble something but the nipple and gurgling of my juices kept him from making much sense.

“Did you really think we wouldn’t know?” she asked accusingly. “Sweetheart, we heard you! We watched the whole thing! We watched you squirm around in your dirty diaper. Watched you play pushy pushy even with your mushy tushy!! We even placed bets on how fast you’d make a goo goo! I bet under 2 minutes, and guess what? That was the only time you DIDN’T disappoint!”

Even through the grainy grey of the monitor I could see his tears forming. But all he could do was drink down my jizz and listen as she berated him.

“This is why you’re in here! This is why you have to wear diapers! This is why I have to go out and find other men like Ben! Because you are so. Fucking. PATHETIC!”

He was sobbing uncontrollably by the time he finished the bottle.

There was a clanking and clattering as she unlocked the walls of the crib and slid them down.

“Now come on wittle baby!” she said, switching back to her humiliating mommy voice, “Let’s change the wittle wooser’s dirty diapurr!!”

I looked away at this part. The disgusting sight was enough to make me gag even through the camera, and didn’t even have the smell to deal with.

But Beth handled it like a champ. As if it were nothing. Though she didn’t shy away from humiliating him with how stinky it was.

“Now turn over.” she said once she had the dirty diaper off and his bottom cleaned.

“Wh-what?” the bitch said.

“You heard me. Turn. Over.”

The bitch was whimpering like a hurt puppy before she even pulled out the hairbrush.

I almost muted the mic as she started swatting his ass, worried his helpless screams were going to blow out the speakers.

“YOU. DO. NOT. CUM. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION!!” she barked. Emphasizing each word with a hard swat on each of his cheeks. “ESPECIALLY when Daddy is here! Only HE gets to cum!”

The bitch’s legs flailed as he bounced around the crib while she spanked him relentlessly. After about 50 or so swats (I lost count again…) she left him sobbing into the sheets.

“Turn over!” she barked again, grabbing a fresh diaper.

“Tomorrow we’re going to Cindy’s” she explained as she powdered him and diapered him up. “And you’re going to talk to that nice little sale’s clerk you bought the big black dildo from. You’re going to tell her you need a chastity cage for your wittle baby dick, and you’re going to ask her for the smallest size possible. That tiny cock of yours should have been locked up a LONG time ago.”

She taped up his diaper, and buttoned up his onesie while he blubbered and sniffled.

“And if Daddy or I hear you crinkling around in here tonight, you will be wearing your wittle pwincess dwess with the tiny skirt to the store tomorrow!”

She patted his diapered butt and climbed off the crib. Lifting the railing back up and locking it tight, then switched back to her sweet voice.

“Good night sweetums! Mommy’s gonna go get some more milk from Daddy!” and with that she slammed the door.

When she came back in the room a short time later, she smiled, both of us still fully naked. My cock harder than I ever thought it could be.

“Sorry about that.” she said, noticing dick throbbing between my legs,  “Now...where were we?”

THE END

A few notes on this story: this is what I call a "Quickie", only 2,000 words as opposed to the average 5-8,000. Just wanted to see how well received something like this would be as sometimes I just have mini ideas that don't require a lot of fleshing out of characters and backstories. I can try to have more like this if you're interested. What takes me the longest is often making the covers (Fun Fact: my wife actually helped me make this one!). Let me know if these short stories are what you would like to see more of, or would just prefer the longer stories even if it means less content.

Either way, stay tuned! A brand new Boss Baby story releases next month!!