The door slammed behind me and I knew I wasn't getting out until he was done. Marcus had me by the hair, dragging me into the spare room he'd turned into his play space. "Strip, faggot," he barked. I peeled off my clothes fast, already half-hard from the way he talked to me. He kicked a thick pink diaper across the floor. "Put that on.
Now."
I dropped to my knees and taped the diaper around my waist. It crinkled loud, the plastic cold against my skin. Marcus laughed when he saw my cock twitch inside it. "Look at you, already leaking for it. Sissy boys don't get real underwear anymore." He threw a pair of ruffled panties at me next, then a tiny crop top that barely covered my chest. "Pull those up. Tuck that useless dick down."
Once I was dressed like his little girl, he made me crawl to the changing table. He strapped my wrists and ankles down, then shoved a pacifier in my mouth. "Suck it like the cock-hungry bitch you are." While I nursed the rubber, he powdered my balls heavy and taped a second diaper over the first, making everything bulkier, more humiliating. The smell of baby powder mixed with my sweat. My face burned but my dick was throbbing against the padding.
Marcus unzipped and pulled out his thick cock. "Open wide, sissy." He yanked the pacifier out and fed me his meat instead. I gagged as he fucked my throat, spit running down my chin onto the crop top. "That's it, take it like the gay diaper slut you were born to be." He pulled out before he came, smearing precum across my lips. "Not yet. You don't get my load until you're properly used."
He untied me and pushed me onto all fours on the floor. A plug went in my ass next, vibrating low, making me squirm and leak into the diaper. Marcus sat in his chair and watched me rock back on it. "Crawl around. Show me how a forced sissy moves in his diapers." Every movement made the plastic rustle. I felt stupid and exposed and so fucking turned on I could barely think.
After ten minutes of that he stood up and ripped the outer diaper down just enough to expose my hole. The plug came out with a wet pop. Marcus lined up and shoved his cock straight into me, no lube except his spit. I moaned loud around the pacifier he shoved back in. He fucked me hard, the diapers bunching between my thighs, the bulk forcing my legs apart. Every thrust made me piss a little from the pressure, soaking the padding right where my balls pressed.
"Look at you pissing yourself while I wreck your sissy cunt," he growled, pounding deeper. "You love being my forced gay baby, don't you?" I nodded, drooling around the pacifier. He reached under and squeezed the front of the diaper, feeling how wet and warm it was. "Good boy. Keep filling it."
He flipped me onto my back, legs up, and kept railing me. The diaper crinkled with every slap of his hips. My own cock was trapped in the wet padding, rubbing with every move until I was begging through the pacifier. Marcus yanked it out. "Say it. Tell me what you are."
"I'm your forced sissy ABDL gay diaper bitch," I gasped. "Please let me come."
He grinned and slammed in balls-deep. "Come in your diaper like the pathetic faggot you are." I shot hard, soaking the inside even more, my whole body shaking. Marcus pulled out, ripped the diaper open, and painted my stomach and the mess inside with his load. He taped it back up, sealing his cum against my skin.
"Keep that on until I say. Next time you're wearing two and sucking my friends off while you use them." He patted the front, making the wet squish loud. "Now thank me."
I looked up at him, cheeks burning, pacifier back in my mouth, and mumbled around it the only words that fit. "Thank you for forcing me, Sir."
He turned off the lights and left me there in the dark, crinkling and dripping, already hard again inside the filthy diaper. I knew he'd be back soon. And I'd still be exactly where he wanted me.
