Men Forced Regression And Diapered Novels & Stories

When he pulls out, I slip down, hanging from the stockade like a prisoner, my drooping, loose ass dripping out a gigantic wad of cum. “Keep that cum inside you.” My asshole tightens immediately, sucking the cum back up inside me, swallowing it and holding it there. “Keep it inside for the rest of the day.” “Yes, daddy.” “Change back into your work clothes.” I do as he says, changing back into my dig clothes, leaving no sign of my alternative profession. “Shrink your tits and my dick back to normal.” I do what he says without thinking about it, but once I'm done, I ask,

The older men wasted no time. The leader, a silver-haired man named Reginald with cold blue eyes, grabbed Sophia by the throat and forced her onto her knees. “I’ve waited decades to fuck a Kane whore properly,” he rasped, his voice rough with age. He shoved his surprisingly thick, veiny cock down her throat, face-fucking her with slow, deliberate cruelty, making her gag and drool heavily while maintaining eye contact with the camera.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.

“Let me introduce myself, beautiful. “I’m Reggie—my father’s the chairman of the Country H Commercial Group! “I’m way better than the bastard over there! “It doesn’t matter what he can give you—I can give you more! “Stay and leave that filth alone; let’s have some fun, huh?” Reggie thrust his hips with a wretched expression.

While Jonny and Silvester were happy for Benjamin, Greg started laughing hysterically at Benjamin. A stripper walked up to them. Everyone else didn't even look at the woman but Greg made her sit on his lap. "What really happened to you, man? You used to be a man. Now you are obeying a woman who is supposed to be lying beneath your feet." Greg thought it was funny. To him, the one who could dominate his woman, is a man.

"Scarlett is the one who understands me. Who supports me." "All you've ever done is look down on me with that smug fucking smile and laugh at how useless I am!" "What right does a woman have to be the family's strategist? What right do you have to question my projects?" "You know what I really hate?" Leo leaned in, his face inches from mine, spit flying. "That since we were kids, you were the 'smart one.' Father's little genius." "And me?" His voice cracked, bordering on a shriek. "I was the dumb muscle. The fucking enforcer. It was always, 'Isabella has the brains, but Leo? He's good with his hands.'"

Dahlia said that anything we view was being recorded as well so that they could be rewatched. How many people were products of forced bonds? It was a disgusting question to ponder. There had to be a way for the unwilling parties to break the bonds, so I made a note to ask my uncle about this. If anyone knew then it would most likely be him. The next couple of cameras showed inside empty rooms, so I jotted down those numbers since we did not know if they were normally empty or not. “Reminds me of Regan,” Jackson said with disgust clear as day in his tone when the camera showed inside a communal shower room.

; toshers searching through sewage for valuables. Watching it all, I was reminded of a time when Father had taken me to visit one of the factories he owned. The floor had been filthy, and the air had stank of soot and blood. Many of the workers were children, some with missing fingers or arms—amputated, no doubt, due to injuries from the machinery. “I always hire children as young as the law will allow,” Father had whispered to me, with a cheeky smile. “Like horses, their spirits are best broken from a young age.” From that point on, I’d forever been frightened that if I upset him enough, Father might force me to work in one of his factories.

"At the end of the first year, I called for help. It didn't work… After they beat me, Mr. Rhodes told everyone my parents didn't want me." The officer kept writing. "What about the second year?" "In July, they broke my legs because I wouldn't obey one of the instructors." "And after July?" "After that, people started coming into my room." The recorder clicked as it continued. "They didn't let me wear clothes. They said they would split the money my dad paid. It wasn't tuition. It was what they were getting paid to use me." Dad's hand tightened on the edge of his chair. "Later, they forced sterilizing drugs on me and used other methods. Mr. Rhodes said they were fixing my body…to make sure I'

Marcus isn’t just taking control; he’s manufacturing the entire fucking economy. The locked door? That’s every man’s fantasy of a private kingdom. The drugs that make her pliant? That’s the sick fantasy of absolute compliance, of a woman whose “no” is chemically erased, leaving only the raw, physical “yes” of her body’s betraying responses. He’s not conquering her spirit through debate or charm; he’s bypassing it entirely. He’s hacking the hardware.