Mark had no choice once the door locked behind him. The stranger who’d cornered him outside the bar didn’t ask questions. He simply pressed a thick, crinkling diaper into Mark’s hands and said, “Put it on or I tell everyone what a pathetic little faggot you are.”
Mark stripped under the harsh overhead light. His cock twitched despite the fear. The diaper was pink, covered in cartoon prints, and the tapes made an obscene ripping sound when he fastened them around his waist. The bulk forced his thighs apart. The stranger watched, arms folded, eyes cold.
“On your knees, sissy. Crawl to Daddy.”
Mark dropped. The diaper crinkled loudly with every move. The stranger unzipped and fed him his cock without warning, pushing deep until Mark gagged. Spit ran down his chin onto the diaper front. The man held his head and fucked his throat in steady, punishing strokes.
“Such a good baby whore,” he growled. “You’re going to piss in that diaper while you suck me. Do it now.”
Mark’s face burned. He tried to hold it, but the pressure and the humiliation won. Warm urine flooded the padding, soaking it heavy and hot against his balls. The stranger laughed low and pulled out, slapping his wet cock across Mark’s cheeks.
“Stand up. Hands behind your head. Let me see how pathetic you look.”
Mark obeyed. The soaked diaper sagged between his legs, the plastic outer layer shiny. The stranger circled him, running a hand over the bulging front, squeezing the warm mess against Mark’s trapped cock.
“You’re going to wear this all night. Every time you leak, you’ll thank me.”
He bent Mark over the table, pulled the diaper aside just enough, and pushed two lubed fingers into his hole. Mark moaned, the sound high and broken. The stranger worked him open roughly, adding a third finger, then replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. The diaper crinkled and squished with every slam of hips. Mark’s own piss and the stranger’s precum soaked the front even more.
The stranger reached around and rubbed the sodden padding against Mark’s cock while he fucked him. “You’re going to cum in your diaper like the sissy baby you are. Do it.”
Mark came with a choked cry, pulsing into the already ruined padding. The stranger followed seconds later, filling his ass. When he pulled out he taped the diaper back up tight so nothing could leak.
“Keep it on until morning. If you change yourself, I’ll know.
And next time I’ll bring friends.”
Mark stood there shaking, the heavy, warm diaper clinging to him, the taste of cum still on his tongue, already dreading—and aching for—the next forced encounter.
