The room was a mix of laughter and shock, but Justin and Luke's horror was unmistakable. "You can't be serious," Justin sputtered, his eyes darting to the diapers in disbelief.
"Oh, but I am," Trent said, his voice like a whip crack. "We're going to take a little stroll through campus, show everyone what good little bitches you both are."
"But people will see us!" Luke protested.
Trent leaned in close, his breath hot on Luke's ear. "That's the point, fucker.”
The two freshmen looked at each other, fear and desperation in their eyes. They knew there was no way out of this, not with their arms bound and their dignity already in shambles.
The teammates got to work placing the diapers on Justin and Luke. Somehow, Trent got really thick diapers that made it a little difficult to close their legs.
Once they were both diapered, Trent fastened the collars around their necks, the leashes dangling between them like a perverse reminder of their new status. "Now, let's go. We're taking the scenic route, so everyone gets a good look at these bitches in training."
The door to the locker room swung open, and the cool evening air hit them like a slap in the face. The sounds of the university were a stark contrast to the hellish cocoon they'd been in for the last hour. The fraternity brothers pushed them out into the open, the leashes tightening around their necks as they stumbled forward.
Justin's heart raced as they stepped into the night, the reality of their situation setting in. He could hear the distant chatter of students, the laughter of a passing group. He knew that any moment, anyone could turn the corner and see them, two grown men in diapers being paraded around like pets.
They began the long, slow walk across the quad, each step a battle against the humiliation that threatened to consume them. The diapers chafed against their skin, a constant reminder of their degradation. The thick diapers made them waddle in a humiliating way. The leashes pulled them along, making them feel less than human.
Their journey to the frat house was a blur of embarrassment. They avoided eye contact with everyone they passed, hoping that if they couldn't see the smirks and stares, it would somehow make this all less real.
As they neared the frat house, Justin and Luke exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment that the worst was yet to come.
"Trent, please," Justin pleaded. "We can't go in there like this. The other pledges..."
Trent stopped, his grip on the leashes tightening. "You think I give a shit about what the other pledges think?" His eyes were cold, his voice a low growl.
The leashes jerked, pulling them toward the house. The door to the frat house swung open. They stumbled inside, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of their pledge classmates. Immediately, a group of pledges turned, their eyes going wide with shock and disbelief.
"Well, well, well," Trent said with a smirk. "See here what the cat dragged in."
The pledges stared, their mouths agape. Justin felt his face burn with humiliation, his heart racing. He tried to pull away, but Trent's grip was iron.
"Look at these little bitches," Trent announced to the room. "These two fuck faces are worthless. We figured they could use some extra training off the field."
The room erupted in laughter, and the pledges looked away, not wanting to be next. Justin and Luke knew that their reputations were ruined, that they would never live this down.
Trent leads them over to the great room, right in a corner were they can be seen by everyone. "On your knees," Trent barked. Justin and Luke got on their knees, the wooden floor sticky with old spilled beer and liquor. Trent ties their leashes to hooks on the wall and goes to the back of the house.
Trent strutted back over, a tray of four beer cups in hand. "I bet you boys are thirsty," he said, setting the tray down in front of them.
He held a cup to both of their mouths. "Chug, bitches," he ordered.
The room was silent, the only sound the desperate gulping of beer. The frat brothers watched with amusement. Justin's stomach roiled with each mouthful, the bitter liquid mixing with the taste of Luke's cum still in his mouth.
They finished the beers, the foam dribbling down their chins. Trent got the other two cups and held it up to their faces. “Again,” he said. Justin and Luke take down the next cup, both getting a bloated feeling.
"Good boys," Trent said, patting them both on the head. "Now, let's get you two ready for the party."
He produced two spandex hoods, the kind you can’t see through but still leaves your mouth accessible, and pulled one over each of their heads. The material clung to their faces, the mouth holes the only things allowing them to breathe. The room grew dark, and Justin could feel his heart racing as the fabric melded to his skin, obscuring his vision.
Trent stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Perfect," he murmured to himself. Then he took their sweaty jockstraps and shoved them into their mouths, the salty fabric filling their mouths. The leg straps were wrapped around their heads and tightened, securing their disgusting gags.
Muffled whimpers and moans filled the air as they struggled against their bonds. The humiliation was complete, and Justin felt a mix of anger, fear, and a strange, unidentifiable arousal that he was desperate to ignore.
Trent leaned down, his voice low and menacing. "Alright fuckers. The party’s going to start any time now. I’m sure all our guests are going to have plenty to talk about when they see you." His words were a knife in Justin's gut, twisting the already overwhelming embarrassment into a painful, nauseating cocktail of emotions.
The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Justin could hear the party starting to buzz with life, the music growing louder, the laughter more raucous. He tried to ignore the sticky, cold floor beneath his knees and the way the diaper was already starting to chafe his thighs. The jockstrap in his mouth tasted like a sweaty gym sock that had been left in the sun too long, making him gag.
As people spilled in, their amusement was apparent from their laughter as they caught sight of the two freshmen on their knees, unaware of who they were.
A group of sorority girls squealed, pointing and giggling as they took photos on their phones. The laughter grew, the room spinning around Justin. He could feel his face burning.
The partygoers gathered around them, their leers and taunts mixing into a cacophony of sound. Hands reached out to touch them, to slap their diaper-covered asses, and to tug on their leashes. Beer was occasionally poured on them and in their diapers.
After an hour, their diapers have swelled up, making them much heavier than before. Trent finally comes over to them and removes their jockstrap gags. “How are you diaper bitches holding up,” he asked. Luke quickly responds, ”I need to piss really badly.” “Hello?!” Trent said snarkily. “You’re in a fucking diaper. Piss in those.”
Luke realizes he has no choice. The pressure is too much, and he feels his bladder give way. The warmth spreads through the diaper, soaking him from the inside out. Trent can sense his relief and says, “Good boy, diaper bitch.” Justin, also in the same predicament, relieves himself in his diaper too. The smell of urine faintly wafts through the air.
Trent’s eyes gleam with excitement as he sees the diapers bulge. He unties their leashes from the wall, his grip on the leather tight as he leads them out of the great room and into the bustling patio. The crowd parts, allowing the brothers and their guests to get a full view of the spectacle.
