Jake knelt on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the thick diaper cramming his junk into a hot, padded bulge that rubbed every time he shifted. Mark stood over him, arms crossed, that cruel little smirk on his face that always made Jake’s cock twitch even when he hated himself for it.
“Tell me what you are,” Mark said, voice low and rough.
Jake swallowed. “I’m your diaper faggot.”
“Louder. And use the baby words like I taught you.”
“I’m… I’m your stinky baby faggot who needs his diapers.”
Mark’s foot nudged the front of the diaper, pressing the soggy bulk against Jake’s balls. The plastic crinkled loud in the quiet room. Jake’s face burned. He’d already pissed twice since Mark taped him up that morning, and the warmth was turning clammy and heavy.
“Good boy. Now crawl to the living room. I want to show my friends what a pathetic ABDL slut looks like.”
Jake’s stomach dropped. Mark had mentioned “friends” earlier but Jake thought it was just dirty talk. The second he reached the doorway and saw two other guys on the couch—both older, both grinning—he almost turned and ran. Mark’s hand clamped the back of his neck and pushed him forward.
“On the mat. Show them how full that diaper is.”
Jake crawled onto the plastic changing mat Mark had laid out in the middle of the room. The men watched in silence while Mark ripped the tapes open. Cold air hit Jake’s wet cock and he shivered. His dick was half-hard already, traitor that it was.
“Look at that,” one of the guys laughed. “He’s getting stiff from being exposed. What a fucking baby.”
Mark peeled the diaper back and the heavy, piss-saturated padding flopped open. The smell hit everyone at once. Jake wanted to die. He also wanted to come.
Mark wrapped his fist around Jake’s cock and stroked it slow, using the piss as lube. “Tell them why you wear diapers, baby.”
“Because I can’t control myself,” Jake whispered. “Because I’m a weak little piss boy who needs to be kept in diapers like a toddler.”
The other men chuckled. One of them stood up and unzipped. “Mark said you like drinking from the source too. Open up.”
Jake opened his mouth. The guy’s piss was hot and bitter, splashing over his tongue and down his chin. Some of it missed and ran down his chest. Mark kept jerking him the whole time, thumb rubbing over the head, twisting just the way Jake hated and loved.
When the guy finished, Mark pushed two fingers into the soggy diaper remains and shoved them into Jake’s hole without warning. Jake gasped around the piss still on his lips.
“Fuck, he’s tight even when he’s being used like a toilet,” Mark said. “You boys want a turn stretching the baby’s cunt while he’s still in his wet diaper?”
They took turns.
Jake ended up on his back, legs held open, the ruined diaper still under him like a filthy bib. One guy fucked his mouth while the other pushed into his ass, both of them calling him names—“diaper bitch,” “piss pig,” “ABDL cumdump.” Mark filmed it on his phone, making sure the wet diaper and Jake’s flushed, humiliated face stayed in frame.
Every time Jake got close to coming, Mark squeezed the base of his cock and laughed. “Not yet. Babies don’t get to come until they’ve earned it.”
By the time they were done using him, Jake was shaking, hole sore, mouth raw, the front of his chest and belly streaked with piss and spit. Mark finally let him come by grinding the heel of his hand against the sticky mess in the open diaper while the other two watched.
Jake came hard, sobbing, shooting thick ropes across his own stomach while everyone called him a good little humiliated diaper faggot.
Mark taped a fresh diaper on him afterward, extra thick, powder and lotion rubbed in like he really was a baby. The others left. Mark pulled Jake onto the couch and let him curl up against his chest, the new diaper already starting to feel warm again because Jake couldn’t stop leaking after everything they’d done to him.
“You did good,” Mark murmured, kissing the top of his head. “My perfect little humiliation toy.”
Jake closed his eyes, face still burning, cock already twitching again inside the fresh padding.
He knew tomorrow would be worse. He knew he’d beg for it anyway.
