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Artie didn’t know what to do with Cam any more. The slave was sobbing and crying, freaking out over things. What did you do with a defiant slave? You punished and trained them. But when they’re crying and upset one moment, defiant and mischievous the next… it was difficult. Artie didn’t want to get rid of him but the boy was so hard to deal with. He sighed, rubbing Cam’s back and feeling him settle against him more and more. Soon enough his slave’s breathing evened out and Artie was pretty sure he’d dropped off to sleep. He’d have to figure out something to do with his slave. Training or something. If not, he’d be labeled as the soft master forever, and Artie wasn’t soft.

He’d just have to really work to figure out how to control Cam. He wrapped the blanket securely around the boy and kissed his forehead softly. “Good night, Cam.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes. Soon enough he was asleep too.

 Cam woke up pretty early but didn’t feel like getting up or even just making it noticeable that he was awake. A quiet sigh escaped him as he opened his eyes slightly and saw that he was still resting his head on Artie’s chest. He closed his eyes again and kept his breath even. He didn’t want to be awake yet, or at least, he didn’t want Artie to know that he was awake. Most of all, he’d rather just sleep all day. During sleep, you don’t have to worry about anything and you don’t feel anything either, unless you’re unfortunate enough to have very vivid dreams. Thankfully, Cam didn’t remember any of the dreams he had that night. Hopefully he’d never remember dreams again. Or, at least the bad and emotional ones. He wouldn’t mind being kissed by Johnny Depp in his dreams or flying, flying was always fun too; such a free feeling… okay, maybe on second thought no flying either. Nothing that could be linked to his own life, future or loss of freedom.

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Artie couldn’t get a whole lot of sleep with Cameron sobbing and crying. The boy was creating a bit of noise, and even when he wasn’t, he was shaking and just giving that vibe off. He knew Cam was upset. He didn’t know why him being in a diaper had triggered it when he’d peed in one before and worn one for the past few days. But Artie didn’t say a word, rubbing Cam’s back in soothing circles and just laying there against him. He took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, continuing to give Cam’s back a gentle massage with one hand, hoping to relax him enough that he wouldn’t keep crying. He needed to get some sleep. He buried his face into Cam’s neck, kissing it lightly every so often.

“Shh… you have to sleep, baby…” He whispered after a long time, pulling the blanket around them more, curling Cam up with him there to keep him warm and safe. Artie didn’t know what else to do. He couldn’t sleep with Cam crying, but he wasn’t about to punish him for it or make him sleep somewhere else.

 Cam started to relax after a while, the soothing gesture was working in calming him, though the sadness didn’t leave entirely. He wondered if it ever truly would. He let out a shaky sigh feeling Artie’s warm breath on the skin of his neck. The occasional light kisses made him moan softly. He moved closer and laid his head against Artie’s chest.. He needed the closeness and the feeling of safety. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something. Counting sheep didn’t really help, but eventually, he was lulled to sleep by the steady sound of Artie’s heartbeat. It had been a long day and a rather difficult night too so he’d probably be out for another 4 or 5 hours again now that he’d finally managed to fall asleep again.

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Artie looked over and heard the door open, finding Cam walking out of the bathroom sullenly with his diaper half-taped on. The thing wasn’t going to stay after being untaped like that- the stickiness wouldn’t hold. He sighed, about to say something when Cam laid down in the crib and turned his head away. Artie bit at his lower lip, unsure what to do. He sighed, rolling closer to the crib and gently slipping his arms under Cam. “Come here…” Artie’s voice was soft as he lifted the boy up and onto his lap with a bit of difficulty. He pulled him against his chest and undid the diaper, tossing it away. With even more difficulty, Artie rolled them both to the real bed and nudged Cam into it before hoisting himself on.

“You’re a big baby sometimes…” Artie said it, but it was without any real thorns to his words. He laid down beside Cam and wrapped his arms around the naked boy’s waist. He pulled the big comforter around them both, sighing and holding the sniffling boy more.

 Another surprise came when he was hoisted up and held against Artie’s chest. He blinked his eyes a couple of times to get rid of the tears still welling up and just rested his head on his chest. A little while later he was laying in bed in Artie’s arms, but even despite how nice that felt, it couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling of sadness and hopelessness. Anyone would be a big baby when they lose as much as he has. He lost his family, dreams, future, freedom, and now even his strong will - something that had always been his greatest asset; will, determination, hardheadedness. Lost was the wrong term, everything had been taken from him. Stolen. And by the guy who was holding him nonetheless. He shouldn’t find comfort in this man’s arms, but he couldn’t help it.

He tried to fall asleep again, but it didn’t work and he really didn’t want to see the images of people he’d never be able to see again. Or him and Kurt singing side by side on Broadway, playing in the same musical and having the Berries as their rivals. Or envision what it would be like to finally settle down after a long time of sex drugs and rock’n roll - the drugs are not supposed to be taken literally; even someone as adventurous as he is wouldn’t try that out. Settling down with another man, and having a little girl and boy he could dote on and make the most popular celebrity kids ever. Besides Kurt’s possible children of course. Kurt had always talked about one day adopting children, and Cam had just laughed it away like it was ridiculous. Who knew that he’d long for it too in the future. It just hurt too damn much to dream about things that would never happen. So he didn’t want to fall asleep, not while he was being so emotional.

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Artie was in the middle of a moral dilemma. He could just leave him there. Cam was bound to pee sooner or later- it would come out by force if it had to, and it was only a matter of time. Artie was a little ticked. Why would he put Cam in a diaper if he didn’t want him to use it? It was frustrating. If he took him to the bathroom, it would show that the slave had won. And this boy already had an inflated ego. He broke into Artie’s liquor cabinet, he escaped and broadcast him making out with some girl… this boy wasn’t trustworthy. Artie couldn’t trust him. But at the same time, he felt somehow guilty. He didn’t like watching Cam cry and get upset. He liked the defiant look, and the docile baby that drank down his milk like a good boy and laid with his pacifier in his mouth.

He cursed under his breath and undid the cuffs, pulling the crying boy into his lap and rolling to the bathroom. He opened the door and ripped off the tapes of the diaper before pushing Cam gently to his feet to go to the toilet. He slammed the door shut, leaving Cam to have his private time in the bathroom while Artie was in the bedroom, seething and angry at himself.

 Cam hadn’t thought that his pleading would change a thing, and was already expecting to get disappointed, but he was surprised when the cuffs were taken off. He still wasn’t exactly daring to hope that it would mean that he would be able to go to the toilet. But to his biggest surprise, that was exactly what happened as he found himself standing in the bathroom, releasing his bladder in the toilet like normal people do. It was such a relief and the pain in his lower stomach slowly ebbed away. He wasn’t thinking about having won or anything like that, he was just glad that he didn’t have to go through the humiliation of peeing in a diaper again. He sniffled a few times when he was finished, wiping his tears away on his shoulders.

He went to quickly look at himself in the mirror. God he looked like a mess. His hair was in disarray, his eyes were red and puffy from crying, and the color of his eyes had changed to a dull green rather than the vibrant blue-green they normally were. It was the first time in a while that he’d gotten the chance to take a good look in the mirror. Even with that video he and Santana did, he hadn’t paid any attention to the way he looked and so hadn’t noticed that he looked so different. What had he changed into? Sighing, he picked up the diaper and taped it on again himself before going outside. “Thanks.” he said softly and quietly made his way to the crib and climbed in. He wrapped the blanket tightly around him and curled up on his side, his back towards the other man as he silently cried.

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Artie awoke in the middle of the night to sobs and blinked, his body still, laying in the bed and comfortable. His eyes opened in curiosity and confusion and he hugged his pillow closer. He didn’t realize Cam would get so upset about it. The boy had peed in a diaper before, and he’d been cuffed before. In fact, most of the time he was restrained. Why should this be any different? Artie just didn’t get it. Why would he put Cam in a diaper if he wasn’t supposed to use it? He sighed, getting sleepily into his wheelchair and almost falling, catching himself on the bed and gingerly dropping himself into the seat. He rolled over tiredly, pulling his glasses on. “Baby, what’s going on?” He mumbled, seeing the pacifier was on the mattress and the boy was sniveling like a… well, a baby.

“Sweetie, you’ve used a diaper before. And how am I supposed to trust you when every time I try to, you go behind my back? Trying to escape, getting into my alcohol cabinet… baby needs to earn trust.” He reached through the bars and rubbed Cam’s cock through his diapered hips. “What is it? Need to pee? Just go. I’ll change you right after, baby. You’ll be in a nice fresh diaper and I’ll even unlock the cuffs if you just use your diaper like you should be. Come on.”

 Cam could barely see through his tears, but it was clear that Artie was near him, because he heard his voice and then felt the touch on his diaper. He shook his head. “I-I can’t…” he whimpered. It always made him feel so ashamed. “P-please, I don’t…” he shook his head. He didn’t understand, he didn’t know what to do, he just didn’t want to feel that way and just tried to keep it in, no matter how it hurt. Artie made it all sound so easy, but it was anything but easy. Cam couldn’t see the purpose of all this other than the fact that it was obvious that he was meant to feel like shit. Wasn’t it normal that he tried to escape, whether that be a real escape or a temporary escape through the aid of alcohol?

“P-please, I-I’ll do anything, just let me go to the bathroom… please…” he begged . Please don’t take every little bit of control I have from me, he thought pleadingly. He couldn’t handle all of this; his ‘new life’, having to miss his father and other family, having all the dreams he’d been striving to for years crumble in front of him, having to do things that made him feel so confused, being forced to rely on a person you initially didn’t want to rely on. He keened softly, the pain in his lower stomach was getting worse, but he couldn’t let go.

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Artie saw the look on Cam’s face, and it made him a little skeptical. The milk usually knocked someone right out- warm milk always did that. It helped relax a person, let them get sleepy and nap. Plus they’d had a lot of fun that day so it would make sense that Cam was exhausted. Artie watched Cam’s look at the bed and raised an eyebrow, noting how he seemed less than thrilled. It made him feel like Cam might not stay there after all. He wanted to trust his little slave but after all the other times he’d wanted to and found Cam had escaped, or gotten into his alcohol, or just about anything else… well. Better safe than sorry. So Artie waited, letting Cam drop off to sleep. He went off and brushed his teeth and hair, washing his face and getting into bedtime clothes. Artie rolled to the walk-in closet and found what he was looking for- two soft padded pairs of handcuffs.

He rolled back to Cam and gentle as he could, clicked one into place around one of Cam’s wrists. He then gently moved the other side of it and locked it around one of the bars of the bed. He did the same on the other side. The handcuffs had padding that fit snuggly and after such an exhausting day, Artie knew Cam would stay sleeping. This would keep the boy restrained until morning and Artie didn’t have to get worried about him free and running amok. He rolled to his bed, hoisted himself up and fell asleep in the warm covers.

 Cameron had a relatively peaceful night, but after about 4 or 5 hours, he woke up because of his full bladder and the urge to go to the toilet. He was about to get up to sneak into the bathroom, but he quickly realized he’d been handcuffed. Tears sprang to his eyes and he let out a cry of despair. His pacifier fell out of his mouth, and even though he shouldn’t care about that stupid thing, it was the last straw and he broke down into sobs, tugging harshly and uselessly at the cuffs. Everything was so tiring, frustrating and frightening, and he just wanted to go home. But that would never happen, would it? He’d never see his dad again, he’d never be on Broadway together with his brother, and he’d never be more than this. It made him feel worthless. All the feelings of the past few weeks were finally catching up on him. It just became too much to handle.

And he’d been counting on being able to go to the bathroom! He needed to go to the bathroom! He couldn’t pee in that diaper! That always made him feel so ashamed, and he always dreaded having to do it again. But this time he wouldn’t, he’d keep it in until he’d be allowed to go to the bathroom, even if he’d have to beg for it. His stomach was already hurting slightly, but he just had to grit his teeth and keep holding on. He never wanted to feel that kind of shame again.

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He was the odd look on Cam’s face and sighed, reaching over and rubbing his baby’s stomach in slow circles. He was uncomfortable, Artie could tell. But he’d already set his mind to it, so this was what they were going to do. He let the boy continue drinking his milk and smiled, leaning in and kissing the boy’s slightly distended stomach. “Mm there we go.” He took the bottle and looked down at Cam, the side of the crib still down for now. He hadn’t locked it back into place yet so he could stay close to him. “Alright baby, I know it’s a big change since you’re used to sleeping on Daddy’s bed. But tonight we’re going to see how you like your own bed. It’s comfortable and gives Daddy more room.” He ran his hand down Cam’s front, rubbing between his legs at the thick padding.

Artie smiled, placing the boy’s pacifier back in his mouth. “No fussing or I’ll restrain you for the night, okay? Daddy wants his baby to get a good night’s sleep.” He gave Cam’s cock a few more rubs through the padding, just loving the feel of it, before gently tucking Cam into the soft baby bed with a blanket. He pulled up the side of the crib and locked it into place on the outside. He started rolling back towards his own bed. “A nice night tucked into bed, and maybe something yummy in the morning, hmm? Now be a good boy.”

 Cam still felt like this was all going too far and fast for him. He wasn’t used to this and it was frightening to suddenly have to stay in a baby bed, to suddenly realize that he was really being treated as a baby. Artie’s touches calmed him a bit - like they always tended to do it seems - but the doubt and indignation was still stirring inside him. It was only normal to feel that way. The warm milk felt good sliding down, and resting in his stomach, warming him up on the inside. When his stomach was full and he had his pacifier back in his mouth, he curled up under the blanket and let Artie tuck him in. He yawned, nodding softly as he started falling asleep. He knew he’d probably have to wake up in a couple of hours to go to the bathroom, and now that he wasn’t restrained, he’d be able to sneak inside the bathroom quickly. With that thought, he fell asleep.

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His smile grew as Cam laid there docile on the bed, comfortable and with half-lidded eyes. He looked far more babyish and Artie loved every second of it. He rolled himself off to the door, asking the guard to go fetch some milk in one of the big bottles. He wanted Cam nice and filled up. He hadn’t really fed him much today so he’d need his warm milk. He rolled back over and smiled, watching Cam suck on his pacifier. He rubbed between the boy’s legs lightly, enjoying the feel of his cock in there, under the thick padding. He patted it once more before an idea popped into his head. He found the guard before he’d left and asked him to grab something from the other room. There was a large crib that Artie had been itching to put Cam in, but he hadn’t been really sure whether he’d like it or not. But this seemed like as good a time as any.

In a few minutes, the guards came back, rolling in a large wooden crib with slotted, bar-like sides, one that pulled down and up and locked into place. Inside was mint green padded cushions and a small mattress, and there was even a little mobile hanging over it, with small shapes twirling. Artie pulled Cam into his lap lightly and rolled him over to the crib, laying the boy down in it and pulling the baby blanket up over him. The crib was small for any full-grown person, but too big for a baby. Cam’s legs had to fold up a bit, and he would have to curl up like any good baby would. Artie took the pacifier and slid the teat of the bottle of milk into his slave’s mouth. “Drink it all, okay? It’s a lot of milk, but baby needs his strength.” The crib also had restraints in case the ‘baby’ got rowdy. “Is Cam going to be a good boy or do I need to lock you in for the night, hm?”

 Cam had been going along with the baby stuff because it was actually calming and relaxing and he felt strangely satisfied with being taken care off like that. He’d also gotten used to it and knew what to expect, but that didn’t change the fact that he was easily freaked out if things became too much for him. So his eyes widened when he saw the crib with all the baby stuff in it. What the hell… he wasn’t a real baby. Playing was fine, but now he would really have to sleep some kind of a baby bed? That didn’t seem like playing or whatever.

He frowned up at Artie as he was laid down in it, and it was clear that he was very uncomfortable with it. Couldn’t they have sticked to just the diaper and milk? It was bad enough already that he had to pee in a diaper every single time - that was still something he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. And now he would have to spend the night as a baby? He wasn’t sure whether he wanted that. What was the purpose of this all anyway? He didn’t understand. He’d learned that asking questions was a bad thing, but damn it he had a lot of questions. Would he never be allowed to get any answers… He drank his milk like he was supposed to, feeling it settle in his stomach, but the indecision showed on his face.

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Cam got up on the bed and when Artie came back, he found him with his hips up in the air. Perfect. He rolled over, placing the diaper bag down. “Alright baby, let’s get that stuff off, huh?” Artie untaped the sides of the diaper and let it fall down. No pee, but there was a wet spot from all the cum Cameron had let out. He slipped the rubber tail out of the hole and gently pulled it out from Cam’s ass. “Theeere we go. Nice and easy.” He placed it on the side and rolled up the dirty diaper. He got out a fresh one and some moist towelettes, humming as he let Cam’s butt down briefly. “Lift right back up…” He murmured, wiping Cam’s cock clean and then going down between his balls and against his ass, wiping anything to make sure he was squeaky clean.

Then he slid the new diaper under Cam’s ass. He didn’t like using flimsy ones- they didn’t fit right and looked silly. The bigger ones made Cam look smaller and seemed to work in giving him a firmly padded rump. It also helped with the illusion and helped make Cam feel smaller, it seemed. He got the big diaper onto Cam’s hips and taped it all up, patting the spot between his legs and fixing it all up nice. “There we go, baby.” He dug around in the diaper bag and pulled out a pacifier, holding it up for Cam’s mouth and waiting for him to take it. “Is baby hungry?”

 Cam was extremely relieved to finally have the plug taken out of him. He let out a soft little moan when it was taken out and felt his muscles relax a bit. The cold air made him shiver a bit and although it was still embarrassing to have to wear a diaper, he was getting used to wearing it, and the way it fitted around his hips so snugly. It was a lot softer than underwear, which did feel… nice. He lifted his hips up again at Artie’s gentle murmuring and just looked at him as the man cleaned him up and put on his new diaper. His eyes soft and curious. He liked it when Artie got caring like this.

His eyes lit up when he saw the pacifier and he readily took it in his mouth. He nodded tiredly. It had been a tiring day, and that after a sleepless night. He was exhausted. Warm milk sounded perfect right now.