*knock knock*
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, hang on."
Allen came to the door and opened for me.
"Sup, Pigm?"
This was their nickname for me - they had all always poked fun at my weight, but I didn't mind anymore. It was just their way of showing me that I was accepted. I was a bit overweight, but I still think I looked pretty good with shoulder-length, curly brown hair and half-frame glasses. Allen was a bit heavyset too, but his was a bit more muscle than fat.
"Not much. Anyone else here?"
"Nah. Jeff's out of town, Karl has work, and Sam is with his girlfriend. Come on downstairs, I rented some sweet movies."
"Alright."
I followed him down the stairs, removing my backpack and jacket as I did. When I sat down, I grinned and pulled out a 1.75 liter bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum.
"Oh, sweet," Allen exclaimed, "Where'd you get that?"
"My brother. It was his gift to me for finally taking some direction in my life."
Let me explain what's going on here. I had just finished my sophomore year of college, and I had decided not to go back to school for a while, at least full-time. I was only 20, so I couldn't buy my own booze, but my older brother was cool with buying it for me. Allen and I had been friends since middle school, and we hung out whenever we could since he went to school in Iowa, and I went to U of M. Needless to say, we didn't really see each other much unless it was winter break, spring break, or summer vacation.
Also, we were the first people in our little group of friends to really become open with each other as far as sex goes. He had introduced me to furryism (anthropomorphic animals), and he was the first person that I told about my diaper fetish. He was fine with it, and he told me about his fetishes, too - mind control and light bondage. Around this information, I had made my plans for tonight. We had both talked a lot about experimenting with each other, but nothing much had yet come of it. I was wearing a diaper, of course, and had a few spares in my backpack. I was planning on acting on something we had both been wanting for a long time.
He put I Am Legend in the DVD player and we sat back to watch it, both with our glasses of rum and coke. We watched the whole movie, both of us finishing two glasses - each containing anywhere from 6 to 9 shots. We were pretty wasted when we both whipped out our laptops and began to surf the net.
"God damn, I'm so horny, I can't stand it," I randomly exclaimed.
"So jack off to some internet porn. It's not like you haven't done it here before," he responded.
"Yeah, I guess...but lately just jerkin off isn't doing it for me, you know?"
"Yeah... nothing new anyways... but what can you do?"
"Yeah, I guess you've got a point. Having diapers is always nice but lately I really just want to fuck a real person...anyone would be fine, really."
"Well then go get a hooker. Shouldn't be too hard."
"Prostitution is illegal, dumbass," I retorted, grinning.
"Didn't stop the Vikings," he pointed out.
"And I don't want to end up with a fuckload of STDs. Also, I'd want it to be with someone I'm close to, someone I know....."
"Wish I could help you with that bro," he replied, looking slightly concerned at the turn the conversation had taken.
"You could......."
"You know I have a girlfriend dude."
"Yeah, that's true.....but she wouldn't have to know......if you catch my drift."
"Yeah but I'd know."
"And what's wrong with that? It's just sex, it's not like I want to marry you or go out with you or anything."
"Yeah but I'd feel uncomfortable," he said, looking very uncomfortable.
"Alright. On a side note, here, I got you this for all the birthdays of yours that I never got you a present for," I said as I handed him a black leather studded collar. This was how my plan was all going to come together. I had given him the chance to do it willingly, but he had refused. I was going to have to resort to force...
"Oh...uh, thanks," he said, unsure of how to feel about such a strange gift, "but why a collar?"
"I bet you'd look badass with it on," I said enthusiastically.
"Really," he said, slowly fastening it around his neck.
"Nice! You look awesome!"
He tried to take it off, but found that the clasp was stuck shut.
"It's kinda not my thing... how does this thing come off anyways?"
"Why would you want to take it off? You love the way it feels," I said, hoping that it had started to affect him already.
"You're right," he said, looking confused, "it does feel kinda good."