Strict Daddies and Sirs

[wailer]

I am sitting on the rug in front of Daddy Ben, I am in very thick nappies with a liner and I am still locked. In my bottom Daddy Ben has put a new remote control plug.

So it is very hard to type this, because as I do, both he and Daddy David are taking in turns, and having a sore spanked bottom with a throbbing plug inside makes me a dribbling baby. My mouth is stuffed with a large dummy, and all I can taste is Daddy Ben's cum coating my mouth. He is sitting back on the couch, his large cock is still wet from my mouth.

I don't get unlocked until at least tomorrow, and I have to keep Daddy Ben and David satisfied that I am being a good boi faggot. Daddy Ben says so far so good, but there is at least another day to go before I can even ask to be unlocked. Both of them are talking about the keys to my cage and how to control them.

This plug is like pleasurable torture. It sends deep vibrations through my prostate and also outside between my toddler balls and my bottom hole. I can't help humping back and forth as I try to write this. Daddy Ben is laughing and has just turned on his video so that Daddy David can watch while he controls my plug.