Chubby Bunny [M/m]

Content warning: messy (simulated), rimming

Flynn squirmed on the bed, his fingers gripping the sheets, little gasps and pants escaping his lips. "D-Dylan!" He groaned as his boyfriend pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. "I can't take much more of this!" His voice was a little huffy, a little whiny, and Dylan surfaced from between his legs, a cheeky grin playing over his features.

"You're going to have to, Bunny." He said, in that taunting, matter of fact way he had. His finger slid up and down against Flynn's cock, making him squeal. "We agreed that this weekend you were going to be my good little boy, and I'm starting us off right. Now, lay back down, I'm not done."

Flynn whimpered, his penis giving a desperate twitch as Dylan returned to his steady and tortuously slow tongue teasing. It was an aspect of their relationship that Flynn both loved and hated, the other man's dedication to making him wriggle with pleasure and keep him on edge. Sometimes, he would have been happier with a quick fuck and a cuddle, perhaps even with a nice diaper on for good measure. It was something they particularly enjoyed when the mood struck and it seemed like it had struck Dylan hard.

Slowly, slowly, Dylan circled Flynn's asshole with his tongue, until Flynn could hardly resist the light pressure flicking against the puffy little ring of muscle. More to the point, Dylan had a tight grip on Flynn's chubby thighs, and he was keeping the younger man pinned in place, and under orders not to touch himself, and it was definitely getting to be a struggle.

"There." Dylan chuckled, and surfaced once more, giving Flynn a grin and kissing him full on the lips, making him squeal in mock disgust and struggle to escape, but Dylan only pinned him again, a bearish frame plenty of weight to counter Flynn's attempt to wiggle free.

"You're gross." Flynn murmured, but Dylan only laughed, lowering himself to kiss his neck and shoulders.

"And you're adorable. Are you ready? I'm going to try something new, and I think you're going to like it." Dylan said, with a mischievous smile as he trailed his fingers down over Flynn's soft body.

"Does it involve your dick?" Flynn asked, in his most hopeful voice. Dylan laughed, and shook his head.

"No, but I still think you'll like it. Shut your eyes, and lift your legs up to your chest like I'm changing your diaper."

"Oooh... are we doing that tonight?" Flynn chirped, excited now at the possibility of some diaper time, but Dylan responded not with words, but with Flynn's favorite blue racecar pacifier, and a light spank to his thigh, which did nothing to ease the ache of frustration Flynn was feeling. He sucked, and shut his eyes, but as he lifted his legs he wondered whether he might get away with quickly playing with himself.

Without sight, Flynn was forced to listen out for signs of what Dylan was doing, and it seemed like a safe bet that diapers were going to be involved from the rustling and crinkling of plastic, and sure enough, he felt the soft fluffy feeling of a diaper sliding under his hips, and he almost peeked, but Dylan gently pressed his fingertips to his fluttering eyelids. "Ah ah ah, Daddy didn't say you could look yet." He spoke softly, and Flynn shivered with excitement, almost whimpering behind his pacifier.

Dylan's arms lifted Flynn's legs, spreading them, holding them in place, and Flynn let out a little groan of anticipation as he felt Dylan's slick finger press against his hole. Except, it wasn't Dylan's finger.

Flynn squirmed in confusion, as he felt something cold and slick pressing in. His backside had been thoroughly relaxed by Dylan's attentions, and he'd obviously put plenty of lube on it, whatever it was, but it was squishy and cold, and popped in with not much difficulty. "Mmm?" He grunted, feeling it inside him, nothing like the plugs or dildos he'd used before, something soft and yielding, and Dylan almost immediately had another lined up to press inside him.

Whatever the cool squishy things were, they smelled sweet, and Flynn couldn't help but wiggle his backside in arousal at being slowly stuffed with them. He wanted badly to ask just what it that Dylan was putting inside him, but any noises more than little mewls were met with a spank on his vulnerable rump, so he tried to relax, as one after another, Dylan pushed more and more of the lumps inside, until Flynn was barely holding them, and he felt stuffed.

"Mmnnn... Dywan..." He groaned, the sensation slowly growing a little uncomfortable. The things seemed to be shifting inside him, but Dylan stroked a finger over his asshole, and at last, finished up, stuffing one last squishy thing inside Flynn before settling him down on his diaper and spreading powder over his thighs to finish up diapering him. Flynn felt almost relieved that Dylan had finished, but after having been teased for so long he was stiff and frustrated, and he pouted behind his pacifier.

Dylan patted his backside, and scooped him up into his lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "There, all done. You can open your eyes now."

Flynn peeked, giving Dylan a sulky look, but sitting in his Daddy's lap was an undeniably reassuring thing, and he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He shifted as he felt the strange full feeling inside grow more intense, almost crampy, and he grumbled. "What did you do?" He mumbled behind his pacifier.

"Well, you remember how you wanted to try messing?" Dylan said. Flynn remembered of course, he'd been desperate to get Dylan to agree to let him do it, without success, since he hadn't wanted to actually have to clean up afterwards. Flynn of course understood, but the idea of being so helpless was a huge fantasy for him. He nodded, a little warily. "Well, I figured we might just simulate it a little."

Flynn raised a quizzical eyebrow, and Dylan gestured to a mostly empty bag of marshmallows, and Flynn felt his heart leap, his hand reaching to his diaper. "You mean...?"

"Yeah, I do." Dylan chuckled, shaking his head, "Did some research on how to simulate a mess and this seemed like it might be fun without being too gross."

Flynn squealed and hugged him, and Dylan squeezed back, grinning. "Don't get too excited too quick, I haven't explained the game yet. We're playing my own little variant of a game called Chubby Bunny."

Flynn felt his cheeks color, both at the pet name and the playful reference to his plush figure, but he stayed quiet, watching with wide open eyes as Dylan began to stroke the front of his diaper.

"So, pretty soon, you're going to be feeling like you need to go, but unless you can hold it for a half hour, I'm not gonna let you come."

"That's mean..." Flynn pouted, wiggling under the attention Dylan's hand was giving him.

"That's the game. Make a mess in your diaper before the timer runs out, and you don't get to make stickies all weekend. Come without permission, and my little baby boy is going to be wearing his baby bunny cage *aaaall* week."

"Hnoooo!" Flynn groaned, as Dylan stroked between his crotch, the smooth bulge of the diaper crinkling as his cock strained against the padding. He'd already been teased for quite some time, and the marshmallows were already making him crampy, so either rule was going to be difficult to not break.

But Dylan just pulled Flynn in tight against him, rubbing his tummy and grinning in his ear. "Can you feel it already? Is Daddy's silly bunny going to mess himself already?"

Flynn squirmed and blushed, trying to pull away, but the effort was only going to make it more difficult to keep his bottom clenched. And he did need to make that effort, the marshmallows already somehow making him really feel like he needed to poop. Messing his diaper was something he'd done by himself in private, but now with Dylan, with stakes like this, it seemed somehow much more intensely embarrassing.

And of course, Dylan kept rubbing and stroking between his legs, so every little wiggle Flynn made in his struggles to hold in the simulated mess was only making his cock rub against his daddy's hand.

"Silly wiggly baby boy..." Dylan cooed, starting to bounce him on his knee, and Flynn couldn't help but moan, trying ever so desperately to control himself. The pressure in his bowels was growing with every passing minute, and the more he tried to hold it the more Dylan rubbed between his legs, stroking his bulge under his diaper. It was a delicious torment, and Flynn badly wanted to just give in, mess himself, come, both at the same time preferably, but he really *really* didn't want to spend all week in his cage, not when he'd just gotten to live out his fantasy with Dylan playing Daddy.

"Having trouble, Bunny?" Dylan cooed, taunting, and Flynn nodded, a little moan escaping his lips, along with a tiny gasp as his body suddenly tried to *push*. He just barely managed to hold it.

"It's only been about fifteen minutes, Bunny, and already you're having this much trouble?"

Flynn whimpered, surely that couldn't be right? Surely with all the squirming and efforts to keep his diaper clean more time than that must have passed? But sure enough, Dylan held up his watch, and there was the timer counting down, with another fourteen minutes left on the clock. Flynn groaned in desperation, clenching his cheeks for all he was worth as another cramp hit. "Daddy, I'm not gonna make it!" He whined, pressing his butt down against Dylan's leg to help hold it.

"Guess not. Ready for the last rule? If you want to forfeit, you can, and I'll even let you come. You just have to say, "I'm Daddy's chubby bunny." And use your cutest voice, please, baby."

Flynn flushed, but any out was worth it when he was having this much trouble. He lifted his fingers to take out his pacifier, but Dylan batted his hand away, keeping his pacifier pressed between his lips. "The pacifier stays in, Bunny."

Flynn mewled plaintively, but he was already at his limit. He wanted to be able to let go, he wanted to be allowed to come! "I'm Daddy's Chubby Bunny!" He whined, and turned to give Dylan a fussy look, but Dylan was smiling, shaking his head.

"Nuh uh, bunny, not good enough, try again."

Flynn whined, now in real desperation, he was moments away from losing control of himself, squirming helplessly on Dylan's lap, losing the battle with his boyfriends stroking fingers and the marshmallows stuffed deep up inside him. "Ch-chubby b-bunny! Chubby bunny!" He squealed, feeling the marshmallow goo beginning to force its way out. He'd never felt anything like it, he'd always had to push hard to actually get himself to mess, and now, this was truly something he had no control over, and the heat and squish between his cheeks made him shudder, and Dylan chose his moment to kiss the back of his neck. Flynn bucked, his eyes rolling back as he came, a low helpless moan of pleasure as his orgasm crashed over him. "Mmmph!" He groaned into his pacifier as Dylan held him tight, kissing his cheeks and squeezing him.

Finally, Flynn came down, and shifted in the sticky messes he'd made, thoroughly embarrassed, but utterly delighted, overwhelmed with sensation and gratitude.

"Th-thank you..." He murmured, lifting up to turn around and sit facing Dylan, who looked supremely self satisfied.

"Don't thank me just yet, Bunny. You never got permission, remember? And for messing and coming both, well, I had a feeling you'd have some trouble being obedient, so I cooked something up as a special punishment."

Dylan hefted Flynn up and into his arms, and the smaller man gasped, caught between his lingering pleasure and the anxiety of what this punishment might be. He didn't have long to wait. Dylan carried him into the kitchen, where his snuggest, tightest chastity cage lay open and waiting, as well as huge bowl of cold oatmeal.

"What's all this?" Flynn asked, his voice a little whine.

"Well, you wanted to do some messy play, and apparently oatmeal makes a great substitute, so you'll be spending every minute of the rest of this weekend in as messy a diaper as I can fit without you leaking, and you're going to do it caged."

"Daddy, no!" Flynn whined, but his heart was pumping, and inside his diaper, his cock gave a twitch of excitement. He only wished Dylan wasn't quite so relentless about teasing, Flynn knew for a fact that when he wanted to, he could keep him on edge for hours. And like this, trapped in a fantasy he'd had for years? Flynn knew he'd be pleading for release before long.

"Let's get you changed, Bunny." Dylan chuckled, and patted Flynn's messy diaper, leading the pouty young man away to be changed and locked up, his heart pounding with excitement. It was sure to be a wonderfully frustrating few days.