James wakes up from a full rest, and a bit confused. "6:45? Well, I have an hour and 15 minutes before class." He unplugs his phone and pulls down his solid blue boxers. He looks up some porn and starts to jack off. He looks up "Asian Bondage Babes", "Twink Circle Jerk", "Pet My Pussy", and "Hot Euro Guys." You see, James is bi, and very pervy. He jacks off about 3x a day; once in the morning, once between his 12:00 and 1:15 classes, and once before he goes to bed.
 After James finishes and cleans himself up, he eats a quick breakfast and goes to his 8:00 class. While waiting for the previous class to be let out, James just waits and plays on his phone for a bit, only to be interrupted by a sharp pain in his ass. He turns around and sees a red fox with piercing blue eyes holding the blue fabric: Ciara.
 Ciara was the bully of their small community college. She tormented James all the time. She's the reason James switched from tighty whities to boxers. She also pantses and swirlies him. On rare occasions, she forces him to wear pink, Hello Kitty panties.
 "What's up nerd?" Ciara tugs on the boxers again.
 "Ah, why do you like to see people embarrassed?"
 "I said... what's UP!" She tugs on the undies again, ripping them clear off and hooks them over James' head. James yelps in pain and grabs his crotch.
 "My underwear" James grumbles in pain.
 "Well now, you can't go to class without any undies." She grabs James with an iron grip and pulls him into a family bathroom. James just accepts his fate and knows what's coming next.
 Ciara opens up the diaper changing station (which can oddly support full grown adults), lays James down, takes his pants off, and puts on 2 pair of tighty whities and one pair of panties over them. This is different from what Ciara usually does and starts to panic. "What are you doing?"
 "I saw this on a wedgie forum. If I put several pairs of undies on you, I can repeatedly rip them off without having to change you each time." James was now very worried. Ciara usually gives him non ripping wedgies.
 As the next class let out and the next group f students filled the seats, Ciara sits directly behind James as usual and then reaches down into the white wolfs pants and grabs the first pair of tighty whities. Hooking them onto the back of the chair. And as always, James yelps a bit in pain. "I'm never going to get use to this."
 Class ended, and James removes the wedgie and moves to his next class without incident. 

After his second class, James starts to head home for lunch and another jack off session. As he walks through the campus park that runs right through the center of the college, he feels another tug on his already stretched briefs. "YYEEEOWWW!" He screams as the pair are ripped off.
 "I'm baaaaack." Ciara never sees James at this time of day. What was she planning. She grabs the second pair of tighty whities and gives James an atomic wedgie. James struggles to take it off, but she grabs his hands and tapes them together, making one duct tape mitten. She then takes the ripped undies and gags James, silencing him with duct tape too.
 "Mmmmuuhh!" James tries to shout in a muffled scream. He then feels his pants fall to his ankles and another sharp pain in his ass. And at that moment, he remembered the panties. Laughs echoed through the park as he was being hung from a tree in Hello Kitty panties.
 "Free spankings! Come and spank the nerd for free." Ciara starts to shout like a carnival advertiser. And soon enough, people started to spank him with a paddle, their hands, and sometimes a binder. All the while being hung from a tree, in an atomic wedgie.
 James continues to hang up there for 3 hours, missing his classes and getting spanked from time to time. Until, eventually, the panties break, and he falls, yelping as his purple ass hits the floor. James was able to rub the undies to his forehead and hops to his dorm. Along the way, a helpful student cut his hands free, letting him pull up his pants and take off his wedgie. 

"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.