Forbidden Love (Part 1)

(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.