The weekend's promise of freedom loomed over them like a deliciously wicked storm cloud as they approached Sean's house, as his parents were gone for the weekend. The neighborhood was quiet, the air filled with the faint scent of wet leaves. The house looked welcoming, its lights a beacon of solitude and privacy. As they stepped inside, the door closing behind them with a soft click, Greg felt the weight of the diaper between his legs, having peed on the walk over. Sean's hand tightened around his, a silent promise of the thrilling night ahead. They kicked off their shoes in the entryway as they made their way to Sean’s room, their hearts racing with excitement. The house was their playground, a place where they could indulge in their most taboo desires without fear of interruption. 

Greg's pulse quickened with each step closer to the bedroom. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his diapered state a living, breathing testament to his love for Sean's cruel games. As they reached the threshold, Sean leaned in, his breath hot against Greg's ear. "You're mine all weekend, baby," he murmured, sending a thrill down Greg's spine. "And I plan to make sure you enjoy it." Greg gulped, his eyes wide with a mix of arousal and exhilaration.

With a wicked grin, Sean wasted no time in peeling Greg's clothes off his trembling body, leaving him in nothing but the soaked diaper. His eyes raked over Greg's exposed skin, noting the yellow patch of wetness spreading over the thick padding. "Looks like someone had an accident," he teased, his tone a heady blend of mock concern and arousal. 

Greg's cheeks burned, his eyes glued to the floor, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he felt the wetness grow through the material, peeing again. Sean grabbed the front of the diaper, and squeezing a little. He then leaned in, his nose brushing against Greg's ear as he whispered, "I think it can hold a little more, don't you?" His words sent a shiver down Greg's spine, his cock giving a traitorous twitch at the thought of being babied and humiliated further. He nodded meekly, his eyes pleading for the next step in their twisted dance of dominance and submission.

Sean's strong hands spun Greg around. He unzipped his own pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. With a mischievous glint in his eye. "Spread 'em," Sean ordered, his voice low and demanding. Greg complied, his legs shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. Sean stepped closer, his erection pointing straight at Greg's upturned ass. He positioned the tip of his cock at the back of the diaper, the fabric straining against the pressure. With a wicked grin, he let go, his warm stream of piss soaking into the back of the diaper. Greg gasped, the sensation of the hot liquid spreading through the padding and onto his skin was unlike amazing. The humiliation washed over him in waves, his cock trying to poke out from the confines of the diaper, betraying his arousal. The scent of urine and baby powder filled the room, a potent reminder of his place in their twisted relationship. Sean's eyes never left Greg's face, watching the play of emotions dance across his features as he emptied his bladder. The sound of piss hitting the padding and soaking into the padding was the only sound in the room, a symphony of dominance and submission that only they could appreciate. When Sean was done, he tucked his cock away, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Now, let's see how much of a good boy you really are," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement for the weekend's upcoming events.

Sean's strong arms easily scooped Greg up, the diapered twink feeling like a ragdoll in his muscular embrace. He placed him down on the changing mat laid out on the bed with a gentle thud, the plastic crinkling under his weight. Greg's heart raced as he felt the diaper now thick, squishy, and warm between his legs. Sean towered over him, his football player's physique casting a shadow across Greg's trembling body. The anticipation was palpable as Sean reached for the tapes of the soaked diaper, his fingers tracing the edges with a feigned casualness that did nothing to hide his excitement. Sean disappears into the hallway for a moment, and then returns, pulling out a vibrating wand from his bedside table drawer, and brings it to the front of his boyfriend’s squishy prison. 

With the vibrating wand in hand, Sean's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and sadistic pleasure. He placed the buzzing head against the swollen bulge of Greg's erection, trapped within the soaked diaper. Greg's hips jerked involuntarily at the first touch, his breath hitching in his throat. Sean chuckled, watching his boyfriend squirm under the intense sensation. He began to move the wand in slow, torturous circles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Greg's body. His cock strained against the sodden fabric, desperate for release. Greg's whimpers grew louder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold back the inevitable climax. Sean leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into Greg's ear as he continued to tease him mercilessly. "That's it, baby," he cooed, "You're going to cum in your diaper like a good little boy." His voice was a seductive blend of love and power, a heady cocktail that had Greg's resolve crumbling. 

The vibrations grew stronger, the wand's power ramping up, and Greg's body tightened, his muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. With one final, agonizingly slow pass of the wand, Greg's orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into the diaper. The warmth and wetness of his release filled the space between his legs, adding to the squelching mess that was his weekend fate. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from the intensity of his climax. Sean watched Greg's face contort with pleasure, the vibrations of the wand milking every last drop from his spent cock. With a final whine, Greg's body went limp, the tension draining from his muscles. Sean leaned down, his breath warm against Greg's ear. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby," he murmured, his voice a sweet caress that belied the power dynamics at play.

Sean turned off the wand with a smug smile, placing it aside for the next round. Carefully, he untaped the soggy and sticky diaper, his eyes never leaving Greg's flushed face as he revealed the sticky mess beneath. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, the diaper clinging to Greg's skin, the evidence of his release spreading through the fabric like a white flag of surrender. With a gentle tug, he slid the diaper out from under Greg. He looked up at Sean with a mix of embarrassment and desire, his eyes never leaving Sean's as the last of the diaper peeled away, leaving him bare and vulnerable. 

Sean scooped him up, cradling him in his arms like a baby, and carried him to the bathroom. The warm water of the tub beckoned, bubbles frothing invitingly. He placed Greg in the tub, holding him close as he rinsed off the sticky residue with a soft washcloth, his tender touch belying the control he had just exerted. Greg leaned into his embrace, his eyes closed as the warm water washed away the evidence of his humiliation, leaving only the sweet, lingering scent of lavender, and their shared desire. 

Sean took his time, cleaning every inch of his boyfriend's body with meticulous care, savoring the moment of tenderness amidst their power play. Greg felt a warmth in his heart that matched the heat of the water, secure in the knowledge that no matter how depraved their games, they were always anchored in love and consent.

After the soothing bath, Sean gently lifted Greg from the tub, wrapping him in a warm towel that immediately began to absorb the droplets of water clinging to his freshly cleaned skin. He carried him back to the bedroom, his eyes filled with affectionate amusement as Greg squirmed in his arms, his cock making a tent in the fluffy fabric. Sean laid him back down on the changing mat, his own heart racing in anticipation of the next act in their weekend ritual. With deft hands, he unfurled a fresh, dino-patterned diaper. The crinkle of the plastic echoing in the quiet room. 

Before placing him onto it, Sean aligned the diaper beneath Greg's bare ass, his eyes never leaving the twink's flushed face. With a sudden shift in demeanor, the jock leaned down and captured Greg's mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Greg moaned into the kiss, his body responding instinctively as Sean's hands roamed over his slender frame. The anticipation grew to a fever pitch as Sean's cock, now slick with pre-cum, nudged against Greg's tight hole. Without warning, the football captain thrust into him, filling Greg completely and sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through his body. Greg's eyes rolled back, his breath hitching as Sean began to move, his hips driving into him with a steady, relentless rhythm. The sensation of the diaper underneath him was almost too much, the humiliation and excitement melding into a heady cocktail that had him writhing beneath his boyfriend. Sean's grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts growing more vigorous with each passing moment. Greg's legs trembled, his hands grasping at the bed sheets as he was claimed by the one person who knew his darkest secrets and loved him for them. The diaper was a constant reminder of his vulnerability, a silent observer to their love affair that thrived on the edge of societal norms. Sean's growls of pleasure filled the room, his body taut with desire as he fucked his twink with an intensity that left Greg breathless. 

Sean filled Greg with his seed with a final, deep thrust. His cock slick with the twink's arousal. He watched with a satisfied smirk as Greg's body trembled with the aftershocks of his climax.

A chastity cage was produced with a flourish, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of their recent union. With gentle yet firm hands, Sean guided Greg's still-sensitive cock into the confines of the cage, locking it into place with a decisive click. Greg whimpered, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and submission. Sean then took a moment to admire his handiwork. He reached for the baby powder, shaking it over Greg's freshly cleaned skin, watching the white clouds settle into the creases and folds of his diaper. The scent was cloying and overpowering, a stark reminder of Greg's babyish state. With a final flourish, Sean secured the diaper with a series of taps, ensuring it was snug and secure. "There," he said, his voice low and soothing, "all tucked in." Greg looked up at him, his eyes brimming with love and gratitude for the humiliation Sean had just bestowed upon him. The chastity cage was a symbol of his submission, a constant reminder that his pleasure was in Sean's control. The diaper, now a part of him, whispered of his secret desires, a thrilling badge of his love for his boyfriend's dominance.

The weekend was just beginning, and Greg was ready for whatever else Sean had in store for him.

"Pants, or no pants?" Sean mused, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he playfully slapped Greg's now-padded butt, sending a poof of powder into the air. Greg giggled, his body still trembling from the recent wedgie. "That is the question," he quipped, his voice a breathy whisper. Both boys shared a knowing laugh, the tension in the air thick with the thrill of their shared secret. Sean looked down at Greg's bulging diaper, the plastic straining against the evidence of his arousal. He knew just how much Greg loved being displayed in such a degrading fashion. "I think no pants," Sean decided, his grin widening. He stepped back, giving Greg's diapered bottom one last pat, and a kiss on the lips before releasing his wrists. Greg wobbled slightly, his legs feeling a bit weak from the excitement and the sudden absence of support.

"Remember, no pants until after practice, just this," he said, tugging lightly on the side of the diaper. “If I don’t see you back here, I’ll pick you up at 6:30”. He grabbed his bag and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving Greg to deal with his throbbing erection and the waterlogged undies in the toilet. 

The hallways had cleared out somewhat as school had ended, giving Greg a brief reprieve from prying eyes. He took a moment to compose himself, his heart racing from the excitement and the lingering sting of his wedgie. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching. He knew he had a decision to make: wait for Sean for his pants, risking someone coming in the bathroom, or risk the embarrassment of walking back home in a diaper. Either way, he knew he'd be thinking about this all day, the constant reminder of his submission to Sean's will only serving to fuel his desire.

Greg took a deep breath and made his decision. He quickly bent down, plucking his discarded underwear from the toilet water with a grimace, feeling the cold, wet fabric cling to his hand. He wrung them out as best he could before stuffing them into the plastic bag Sean had brought. With a resigned sigh, he sat down on the toilet, and started masturbating to kill his erection. He figured he could wait it out, relishing the thought of his boyfriend's return and the continuation of their twisted game. The stall door was slightly ajar, allowing him to peek out and watch the occasional student enter and leave the bathroom. Each time the door swung open, his heart skipped a beat, fearful of being discovered, yet a part of him craved the possibility of being caught, adding another layer to their shared secret. 

He leaned his head against the cool metal of the stall, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. The time dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity as he waited for the moment when Sean would come back to claim him, to continue their ritual of humiliation and love.

He checked his phone for the time, noticing it was already 5:15, which meant Sean's practice would be ending soon.

Soon, the bathroom door flew open with a bang, the sound of it hitting the wall echoing through the otherwise empty space. Greg's heart jumped into his throat as he recognized the unmistakable voice of his boyfriend, Sean. "Still in here, diaper fag?" Sean's taunt was loud enough to carry through the stalls, and Greg felt his face burn with a fresh wave of humiliation. He knew the football captain had done this on purpose, announcing his presence to anyone who might be nearby. Greg's eyes darted to the gap in the stall door, watching Sean's shadow loom larger as he approached. He stepped out of the stall, his eyes cast down at the floor, the epitome of submission and embarrassment. Sean was standing there, arms crossed, his football gear slung over one shoulder, his expression a smug combination of satisfaction and lust. The sight of Greg in nothing but his school shirt and the bulging diaper had his cock straining against his sweatpants. 

Sean stepped closer, holding out Greg's pants like a parent would for a toddler. "Looks like someone needs help getting dressed," he said with a wink, his voice thick with amusement. Greg hesitated for a moment, his legs still trembling slightly from his earlier ordeal, but he knew he had to go through with it. He stepped into the pants, feeling the cold air of the bathroom against his bare legs. Sean leaned in, whispering in his ear, "You look so cute like this, baby." 

Greg shivered, his cock giving a traitorous twitch at the thought of being on display for his boyfriend's pleasure. As he pulled the pants up over his hips, Sean gave his diapered bottom a firm pat. The wedgie was gone, but the feeling of exposure remained, a constant reminder of his submission to Sean's whims. He zipped and buttoned his pants, the sound seemingly louder than usual in the quiet bathroom. "Let's go," Sean said, taking Greg's hand and leading him out of the stall. They walked side by side, the soft crinkle of the diaper with each step sending a jolt of arousal through Greg's body. He knew that the day was far from over, and the anticipation of what Sean had planned for him was almost too much to bear.

(Note, this has both ABDL and Wedgie themes. Parts 2-4 just have ABDL themes)

The hallways of Wedgefield High School were bustling with the usual post-class chatter and the clanging of lockers as students rushed to their next period. Greg, a short, slender senior with a mop of curly brown hair, was crouched down in front of his locker, meticulously organizing his books. He was so focused on his task that he didn't notice the towering shadows cast by the two figures approaching from behind. Sean, the captain of the football team, with his broad shoulders and a smug grin, sauntered over with James, his burly sidekick, in tow.

Sean's grin widened as James nodded towards Greg's exposed waistband, a silent gesture that didn't go unnoticed. "Looks like someone's got a little extra fabric sticking out," James chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Without missing a beat, Sean bent down and grabbed the waistband of Greg's underwear, giving it a quick, firm yank. Greg yelped in surprise, his books scattering across the floor as he tried to stand up, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The surrounding students paused for a moment, watching the scene unfold, laughing at the nerd’s humiliation. Sean held onto the wedgie, keeping Greg in his vulnerable state, his laughter echoing through the hallway as Greg squirmed, desperately trying to regain his dignity.

Sean's grip tightened on Greg's superhero briefs, and with a swift, powerful motion, he hoisted him off the ground, the wedgie now a full-blown spectacle. Greg's legs kicked helplessly in the air as his pants slid down to his ankles, exposing his barely-covered crotch.

James couldn't contain his laughter as he took in the sight of Greg's erection, which was now clearly visible through the thin fabric of his underwear. "Looks like someone's enjoying their little wedgie, Sean," he teased, nudging Sean with his elbow. Sean looked down, his eyes widening before he burst into a hearty laugh, his grip on Greg's waistband tightening. The hallways erupted into a cacophony of snickers and jeers as the crowd of onlookers caught sight of Greg's arousal. The poor boy's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. 

The humiliation was intense, but Greg couldn't help the thrill that shot through him at the thought of being the center of attention for his boyfriend and his friends. He squirmed and squealed, his legs kicking more wildly as the wedgie grew tighter, his erection straining against the fabric. The laughter grew louder, fueling the fire of his humiliation and his secret pleasure, a twisted symphony of emotions that only Sean knew he craved.

"Alright, that's enough," Sean chuckled, giving Greg's wedgie one last hard tug before releasing him. Greg's legs dropped to the floor with a thud, and he hastily yanked his pants back up, his eyes darting around the hallway to gauge the damage to his reputation. Sean leaned in close, whispering into Greg's ear, "Let's go to the bathroom, nerd. You need to cool down before you start a scene." Greg nodded meekly, his cheeks still flushed and his heart racing. 

James winked, his grin still plastered on his face, "Yeah, I bet you do. Maybe we'll find something to help with that." The two football jocks flanked Greg, one hand on his shoulder, the other pointing towards the bathroom with a knowing smirk. The trio disappeared into the restroom, leaving the hallway to return to its normal state of chaos.

Once inside the bathroom, Sean and James didn't waste a second. They steered Greg into an empty stall, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. With a deft move, Sean grabbed the back of Greg's head and pushed him down towards the toilet bowl. James took this opportunity to give Greg's underwear another harsh yank, ensuring his erection was on full display as he leaned over the cold porcelain. The sound of water swirling filled the small space as Sean plunged Greg's head into the toilet. Greg's muffled protests and gurgles only added to their amusement. They held him there for what felt like an eternity to Greg, his face red from the rush of blood and the indignity of it all. When they finally pulled him back up, his hair and shirt were soaked. They laughed heartily, slapping him on the back as if it were the best joke they'd ever heard. Greg, gasping for air, couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill at their cruel game, his cheeks stinging from their rough treatment and his cock still standing at attention. 

He looked up at them, water dripping from his nose, and whispered, "You guys are so mean." The look in Sean's eyes told him that this was only the beginning of their twisted fun for the day.

With a glint of sadistic glee in their eyes, Sean and James effortlessly hoisted Greg up by the waistband of his wet underwear, his legs kicking in the air once more. They draped him over the metal hook on the back of the bathroom stall, his body suspended and fully exposed to their whims. The cold, damp fabric clung to his skin, sending shivers down his spine, while his erection remained stubbornly pronounced, a silent testament to his masochistic desires. The two jocks stepped back to admire their handiwork, their chuckles echoing off the tiled walls. Greg's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he squirmed, his eyes darting around the stall, hoping beyond hope that no one would walk in and see him like this. He was utterly at their mercy, his entire body quivering from the mix of fear and arousal.

James, his amusement waning, glanced at his watch. "Alright, we gotta get to practice," he said, giving Greg's underwear one last firm tug. Sean replies, "I actually need to take a dump," patting his own stomach for effect. “You go on without me. I’ll catch up.”

With James' departure, the bathroom stall fell silent except for Greg's stifled whimpers. Sean took a moment to appreciate the sight of his helpless boyfriend, his legs still in the air, before pulling him off the stall door. Greg's legs swung back down to the floor, his underwear still deep in his ass. Sean's grin grew more wicked as he reached into his backpack and produced a thick, white diaper. "Look what I brought for you," he said, holding it up with a flourish. Greg's eyes widened in both horror and excitement as Sean ripped the stretched out briefs from his body, tossing them into the toilet with a splash. The diaper was unfurled with a dramatic flair, and Greg felt his cock throb in anticipation. He knew what was coming next. Sean was going to "force" him into the diaper, and Greg was going to love every humiliating second of it.

With surprising agility, Sean held Greg's wrists together in one of his beefy hands, raising Greg's legs onto his broad shoulders. The football captain's muscular body was a stark contrast to Greg's slender frame, making the twink feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Greg's legs quivered as he was rendered completely immobile, his eyes locked onto Sean's intense gaze. Sean's other hand moved with surprising gentleness as he began to spread open the diaper, his fingers brushing against Greg's smooth skin, sending shivers of excitement through his body. He took his time, savoring the moment, knowing that each second of this ritual brought them closer together in their secret, kinky world. With a smirk, Sean positioned the diaper beneath Greg's bare ass, dusted the baby powder, and pulled up the front, enveloping his boyfriend’s still-erect cock and balls.

The sensation making him whine with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Sean secured the diaper with a practiced ease, ensuring that every inch of Greg was snugly contained within the thick padding. The sound of the tapes sticking into place echoed through the bathroom stall, sealing Greg's fate for the rest of the day. The final act of domination complete, Sean leaned in, planting a wet kiss on Greg's forehead, whispering, "You're mine now, baby." Greg's heart fluttered, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the unmistakable warmth of the diaper against his skin. The thrill of their secret was almost too much to bear, but he knew he wouldn't have it any other way. The couple shared a mischievous glance, the air thick with anticipation for the next round of humiliation they would devise together.

Waking up groggy as the room fills with sunlight. Dressed in your dino themed onesie, your binkey clipped to your shirt, and a big, thick, and soggy diapee between your thighs. 

You hug your stuffies before noticing the heft between your legs. You grab your buzzy wand and go to town. It’s takes a little longer than usual as you haven’t peed this much in your sleep before, and it is absorbing the vibrations more than normal.

After getting off to a sexy pic of a diaper boy on tumblr, you get up and go to the bathroom to get changed into a dry diaper. Something tugs at your stomach, and with little warning, your legs buckle, and you end up in a dirty diaper. Wow, the trifecta of diaper usage. Nice. 

After cleaning up, you put on a day diaper with 2 stuffers, a black onesie, and some shorts. You proceed to make lunch and watch some TV, making sure you are drinking plenty of water. 

By 3:00, your diapee is absolutely soaked. If you didn’t have a onesie on, you’re certain it would fall off. As you head to the bathroom for another change, the urge hits you again, and you flood your pampers, hoping not to leak. Thankfully, they hold. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you think “Daaaaamn. You look sexy. Let’s take some pics.”

As you take your diaper off, you get a big whiff of pee and baby powder. The smell is intoxicating. You decide to do something you haven’t done in years. You place the diaper on your face, and wrap it around your head. A diaper hood. You decide to take a pic of that too. 

You start touching yourself. Pressing the pissy padding into you face, stroking your cock, humping it. The feeling is divine. It doesn’t take long until you’ve reach peak ecstasy, and releasing into your hand. 

Gods, now you’re questioning why it’s been so long since you’ve done that. 

After cleaning up, you decide to sit down in your desk, and type out the perfect day off. 

“Waking up groggy as the room fills with sunlight…”

~ SLUT ~