Mark knelt on the cold tile floor of the basement, his wrists bound behind his back with thick leather cuffs. The heavy diaper between his legs crinkled loudly every time he shifted, the thick padding already warm and damp from the enema Mistress had forced into him an hour earlier. He was twenty-eight, but right now he felt like nothing more than a pathetic, diapered toy.
"Look at you," Mistress said, her voice low and mocking. She circled him slowly, her heels clicking. "Big strong man reduced to a sissy in Pampers. Pathetic."
Mark's face burned. The pink frilly dress she had locked onto him barely covered the top of the diaper. White knee-high socks and shiny Mary Janes completed the outfit. His cock, locked in a tiny pink chastity cage, strained uselessly against the bars.
The door at the top of the stairs opened. Heavy footsteps descended. Two men. Both tall, broad, and grinning.
"Here he is," Mistress announced. "My new sissy baby. He's been in diapers for three days straight. No bathroom privileges. He pisses and messes like the toddler he is."
One of the men, the bigger one with the beard, crouched in front of Mark. "You like that, sissy? Sitting there in your own piss?"
Mark tried to look away but Mistress grabbed his hair and forced his face up. "Answer him."
"Yes," Mark whispered, voice cracking.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Sir. I like sitting in my piss, Sir."
The second man laughed and unzipped his jeans. "Let's see how much you like it."
Mistress pushed Mark forward until his face was inches from the thick cock now hanging in front of him. "Open wide, baby girl. Time for your feeding."
Mark's lips trembled as the man pushed in. The taste was salty, musky, overwhelming. Behind him, the bearded man ripped the tapes of the diaper open.
Cold air hit Mark's exposed ass and locked cock.
"Look at this useless thing," the bearded man said, flicking the chastity cage. "And this hole already looks hungry."
Mistress handed him a bottle of lube. "Make sure he feels every inch. I want him crying around that cock."
The bearded man worked two thick fingers into Mark without warning. Mark moaned around the cock in his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. The humiliation burned hotter than the stretch. He was a grown man in a soaked diaper, dressed like a little girl, sucking cock while another man fingered his ass.
The man in front grabbed Mark's head and started thrusting harder. "That's it, sissy. Choke on it. You were made for this."
Tears ran down Mark's cheeks as the bearded man replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing in deep and steady. The two men found a rhythm, using him from both ends while Mistress watched and laughed.
"Such a good little diaper slut," she cooed. "Maybe tomorrow we'll take you to the park in your stroller. Let everyone see what a pathetic sissy baby you are."
Mark came untouched inside the chastity cage, the orgasm ripped out of him by the sheer overwhelming shame and fullness. The men didn't stop. They kept using him until they both finished, one down his throat, the other deep in his ass.
When they pulled out, Mistress taped a fresh, thick diaper back onto him, the mess and cum sealed inside.
"Good girl," she whispered, patting the front of the diaper. "Now crawl upstairs. Your bottle is waiting."
Mark crawled, the heavy, soiled diaper sagging between his legs, his mind empty except for the deep, aching knowledge that this was exactly what he was now. A forced sissy. A diapered toy. And he would be back on his knees tomorrow.
