Jason loved his boyfriend Jim with all his heart but he seemed so secretive at times. Aloof and shy when it came to talking about the things he wanted. Oh he had a hot body, great cock and was always fun in bed, but he always seemed unsatisfied in some way he could not explain. While Jim always made sure Jason got off, Jim seldom had his own orgasm and despite Jason’s efforts, it was a situation he couldn’t "fix". It was a mystery.

They were scheduled to move in together in just 2 weeks and Jason took the day off to clean the home that Jim had built before he moved his things over. Jason had spent several nights and weekends there, but had never thrown himself into the work of cleaning the place from top to bottom. Jim was away at a business conference so Jason had the time and privacy to really get things done.

While vacuuming the floor of the walk in closet that was on his side of the bedroom he bumped the vacuum against the back of the closet and suddenly there was a soft but distinct "click". He turned off the vacuum and discovered a small, well-oiled and equally well concealed door he never knew existed.

He bent down and moved into the hidden space, a small but highly organized closet behind the closet and found himself in a whole different world. Neatly hung on the closet rod were 6 little boy style outfits sized for an adult. The design was babyish or pre-school in style – little sailor suits, Winnie-the-pooh rompers, and Spiderman onesies. These, he knew immediately, would fit his boyfriend, Jim.

Jason knew about infantilists, he had, after all, been to college, graduate school, completed an internship and finally had earned his license as a Clinical Psychologist. But to find that his boyfriend was a closet diaper boy was a bit of a shock.

This explained why Jim was so reluctant to talk about his own deep sexual desires. Maybe there was more to discover. He moved the outfits aside and found that indeed there was a small dresser behind them. The top drawer of the dresser was full of kid’s toys like leggos and story books. The second drawer almost took his breath away. It was filled with adult sized disposable diapers, thick cloth diapers, plastic pants in white, yellow and baby blue and even nursery prints. Some snapped up the sides but most were tight pull- ons. "So," he thought to himself, "My Jim is not just a little boy but also a baby. Interesting." If he had diapers where were the rest of the things a baby needed?

He found them in the next drawer down. Baby bottles, adult and full sized nipples for the bottles, adult sized and full sized pacifiers. There were even cans of baby formula. By now Jason had a pretty good idea why Jim had never let his feelings out but it was the bottom drawer that cinched his conclusions. It had a small but adequate selection of baby spoons, teething rings, baby plates and bowls with Blues Clues and Bob the Builder on them, a little paddle… and a photo album full of pictures of guys in diapers.

Jason stepped out of the closet and sat on the edge of the bed. His mind raced with this hidden truth about his boyfriend. He thought about how much he loved Jim, thought about taking the dominant role in their relationship, thought about the idea of changing diapers and treating his 150 pound, 5 ft 9 inch boyfriend like an infant. With each thought his cock started to swell and soon pressed against the confines of his jeans. His throbbing penis told him one important thing… not only could he treat Jim like a baby, he’d actually ENJOY doing it to Jim. He had always had a very strong, direct personality and now that he had the proof before him he could see that he had always preferred that he lead in almost every way. From finances to the bed room he preferred that he take control. Well, now he would take control and in a very direct fashion.

The first thing he did was to empty out the hidden closet and move everything to the spare bedroom. There would be no more secrets between them. There may be secrets in this house but not between him and his new little baby boy.

Once he had everything put away to his satisfaction in the spare room with the baby outfits hung in the closet and the layette laid out and put away he proceeded to log onto the internet and find everything he could about adult babies. Some of the things he found intrigued him as a psychologist. For one thing he found that many gay adult babies wanted Daddy to control them, dominate them in intimate and sexual ways and they were highly sexually aroused by coerced or even directly enforced infantilization.

The next thing he found, to his relief, is that most adult babies do not want to make a dirty diaper. At least not very often and most times never. It was considered "too real" and truth to tell the idea of changing dirty diapers did not appeal to him at all but he also made up his mind that at least a few times his baby, Jimmy, as he now thought of him would just have to accept his complete and total authority over him. He would hold his breath and change him like any other baby.

Wikipedia was the real authority on Adult Babies. It is written by the readers and on the subject of Infantilism it was both clear and direct, "Adult babies have no sexual desires that include children." And then it went on to say “adult babies are not child molesters or pedophiles." Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, before his Jimmy came home from his trip he went shopping for baby food, baby cereal, baby wipes, powder, baby oil and all the other little touches that make a nursery comforting and functional. His last stop was a store that sold gym supplies where he got a full sized massage table and a thick mattress to cover it. This would be the perfect changing table for his baby. He even got a mobile of Winnie-the-pooh and Tigger to put over the changing table.

By the time Jim got home all was in place.

Jason met him at the door with a big hug and deep kiss then said, "Did my baby have a good trip?" Jim looked puzzled. He had never use the word “baby” as a term of endearment before. "Pretty good. We got the contract."

"Good boy." He kissed his cheek, grabbed his boyfriend’s luggage out of his hand and set it on the floor…then took his hand leading to their bedroom. He set him on the bed and looked right into his eyes. "Jimmy, I found your little secret closet so all that hiding and all the secrets are in the past.

What you have to decide, and I do mean right now, is if you are ready to accept the role you have craved for so long or do we call off my move and we end it tonight?"

Jim was struck absolutely speechless and he knew that once he made this decision his whole world would change but he also knew that he would only meet a man like Jason once in his life so he chose to submit. "I submit." He said.

“I thought you might, little guy." He said as he took a pacifier out of his pants pocket and slipped it quickly into his mouth. "First, we are going to have some new rules here. You may be a man to the rest of the world but once we are together and every minute you are with me you will be my baby. Is that clear?"

“Yes."

"Almost. You will call me Daddy or dada."

"Yes, Daddy." He said around the pacifier."

For the next 45 minutes he laid out the new rules and then got him to confess about his need for diapers, baby clothes and all the rest. At last he got it all out but Jason had one more surprise in store. "Do little babies keep secrets from Daddy?" He said sternly.

"No, Daddy." He said meekly shaking his head.

"So you admit to being naughty and keeping secrets?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Then I think you need to be punished the way a naughty baby is punished." He said as he pushed him back on the bed and reached for his belt. In moments he was stripped from the hips to his toes and then he was commanded to roll over. Suddenly he knew what was about to happen and he started to whimper but Jason was a trained psychologist and not at all weak willed.

Once he was on his tummy with a pillow under his tummy raising his bottom he took out the paddle he had found in his secret closet and proceeded to start Jimmy’s first real spanking. With the first S-M-A-C-K Jimmy let out a cry of shock and tried to cover his bottom but Jason calmly moved his hands and said. You have needed this spanking for a very long time, little one. Then he smacked his ass again and the flood gates opened and Jimmy started to cry like a baby in deep uncontrollable sobs.

S-M-A-C-K... S-M-A-C-K... S-M-A-C-K the paddle came down on Jimmy’s ass and he screamed and cried like a baby. Jason was delighted because he knew that Jim was also regressing, accepting his complete domination of him and getting rid off all his pent up emotions all at the same time. Twenty-five swats later and his arm was tired, Jimmy has a flaming red ass and he was sobbing and kicking just like a 2 yr. old. Perfect. Just perfect. He put the paddle away and commanded that he roll over and lay his head in his lap.

Without hesitation he did exactly as he was told and he caressed his face, cuddled him and once more reminded him that Daddy was going to make all his real choices for him and if he was naughty he could expect a spanking every time. It took a while but Jimmy finally stopped sobbing, rolled over on his side and curled up with his head in Jason’s lap softly sucking his passy.

Daddy let him cuddle for a few minutes then he had him roll over on his back. In no time at all he had his pants back on him. Once his pants were on and zipped he took him by the hand and said, "Okay, buddy, now let’s go watch some TV before dinner." Then he led him not to the living room but to the new nursery.

He opened the door to the nursery and Jimmy was astonished at what he saw.

Sucking his passy he walked into the nursery and sat down on the changing table like a good boy. " No, sport, not there. That is for diaper changing. You belong in your playpen." And he pointed to a slightly over sized playpen on the other side of the room. Meekly, Jimmy walked to the playpen and got in.

As Jimmy sat down Jason asked "Jimmy, do you need to go potty?"

It came as a surprise to Jimmy but all of a sudden he did. He started to stand up but Daddy said sternly, if you get out of your playpen with out permission Daddy will give you another spanking. Is that what you want?"

Shaking his head “NO” Jimmy sat back down as Daddy said. “You need to learn that I am completely in charge now and, as you are on your way back to babyhood, I know you do not have any real control over your potty habits. That means that I expect you to have a few accidents and wet your pants.” He pointed to the video camera that was mounted above the playpen and then to the other 5 set in the walls. “Daddy will be watching your every move buddy and when I get back I better find that you have had an accident and need to be changed."

He turned on the TV, put in a tape of Blues Clues; a popular TV show for 2 to 3 yr. olds then left the room to make dinner. Everything was going perfectly. Just as he had planned.

Jason was just putting the salted water on to boil for the macaroni and cheese dinner that Jimmy was going to have and sipping a glass of wine while watching the monitor. The cam was the one that was facing the playpen. It had only taken about 2 hours to set up the system. It was all wireless and he had a hand held remote so that his monitor, actually any TV in the house he wished to use, could get the view from any camera and any time.

Jason knew that to break Jimmy of his adult behavior and to make it last it had to be a hard, fast break with no compromises on his part. What he said had to be law and he had to be willing to be Daddy in every real sense of the word. Jimmy looked to be actually enjoying his pre-school TV but this was not a surprise. He had always had an interest in cartoons and had even made a few car payments on money he made creating cartoon theme song compilations and music from Sesame Street. That he could openly watch his baby shows had to be a relief for him.

After about 10 minutes the water started to boil but movement on the monitor caught his eye. Jimmy had gotten on his knees, stuck his thumb in his mouth, closed his eyes and gotten a dreamy look on his face. In just another couple seconds a thick, wide wet spot started to form on the front of his pants. His eyes were closed and you could see that he was fully lost in his baby land.