I developed my diaper fetish around puberty, but was never really into the baby aspects of the fetish. Humiliation was more what I craved. All through my formative teen years, all I could think about was diapers. I don't think an hour ever passed that I didn't think about being forced to wear and use diapers, but I never had more than fantasies until I was eighteen.

Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I discovered adult bookstores and found that if you looked in the right place you can often find diaper fetish material. One store in particular had actual diaper fetish material, rather than just the random story in a pocket book. The very first time I made a purchase at this store, the guy that ran the place hit on me. Being straight I tried to ignore it, but after a few more purchases he became more insistent until one day he straight up asked me "When are you going to let me make your dreams come true?". When I gave him a dumbfounded look, he told me he would love to have a diapered slaveboy of his own.

I didn't respond to his statement, but it got me thinking. Over the next week I thought about what it would be like to submit to another man. I was not sexually attracted to him, but I realized that submitting to a man would be the ultimate humiliation for a straight man. Before long, I was trying to convince myself to approach him about his proposition.