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#Locktober Day 5 - Friends
Daddy said you could have a sleepover, but your friends had to follow the house rules...
You all lay on the edge bed, side-by-side in your PJs, bottoms off. The small cages secured your bits as daddy taped up your diapers one-by-one.
Rules are rules
Part 2
While your siblings milked your prostate at the instruction of your caregiver you felt tears well up in your eyes, this was almost too much, you weren’t even sure at this point if you wanted this every year going forward if it included this much humiliation around the Christmas tree.
Those thoughts soon left you as your caregiver wrapped two fingers and a thumb around your engorged bits and began slowly stroking, it felt so good combined with your being milked that your mind started going blank from the overload of pleasure, you however were lucid enough still that you noticed that whenever you would approach the edge your caregiver would pull away for just long enough for you to back down from the edge and for you to twitch and dribble more precum as a result of the invading fingers milking you.
Over and over this cycle continued as the tick of the grandfather clock in the room droned on becoming louder and louder to you until it drowned out the endless praise escaping your caregivers lips from beneath their breath.
Finally you approached orgasm once more but this time when your caregiver pulled away their three fingers were replaced quickly with a single gloved finger on the underside of your doodle rubbing back and forth furiously as you were finally allowed to go over the edge.
After an entire year, countless edgings today alone and the most humiliating milking you’d ever experienced, you finally made stickies, you were so pent up and needy that instead of spurting again and again the stickies just began freely flowing from the tip of your peepee as if you were simply having an accident from a permanently weakened bladder as a result of years of full time diaper usage.
Your caregiver lifted your used soggy diaper from the floor beneath you up to your bits as you had your “sticky accident”.
The front of your diaper couldn’t absorb any more liquid after a night of bedwetting so your stickies gathered in a large pool in the front of your diaper as it was cupped against your dribbling bits.
As instructed by your caregiver your siblings finally pulled away from your button in a rapid motion allowing for a sudden release of pressure from your prostate.
This sudden release of pressure not only concluded the milking of your prostate but allowed a second surge of sticky continuing your “sticky accident” for another 30 seconds.
Finally spent and still twitching your stickies became a dry orgasm as your caregiver rolled up your cum filled diaper up into a ball and tied the wings together with a loud *swuelch* at the end.
“Jeez louise kiddo… I think we’re gonna have to retire this Christmas present for a few years since you made a few years worth here.” They chuckled as they locked you bits back up.
At that moment the emotions came to their boiling point and tears began to stream down your face as you fell forward a few inches into a warm embrace from your caregiver.
“Oh sweetie it’s okay, I know hearing that can be upsetting but you know I’ll keep your little button healthy with bathtime milkings”
Suddenly you felt additional hands now free of gloves join the embrace and stroke your head and back gently before coming in to hug you as well.
In that moment the idea of losing your yearly stickies wasn’t so bad… you wouldn’t need to be humiliated so throughly in front of the Christmas tree anymore and you would be able to focus instead on all the cool new toys that were wrapped up beneath the tree instead of your old toy that sat wrapped up and locked inside your diapers day after day.
After all, you could always have as many hugs and kisses as you could ever want or need from the found family that loved you more than words could describe.
The end.