The cool night air hits them like a slap in the face as they emerge, their diapers sagging heavily between their legs. The patio lights cast a harsh glow over them, highlighting the soaked diapers.
Trent smirks, raising a hand to silence the party. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems our little pledges here have had an accident," he announced, gesturing to their bulging diapers. The crowd's laughter turns to cheers and claps, a sickening soundtrack to their humiliation.
"Now, now," Trent continues, his eyes gleaming. "Let's not be hasty. Now, I have a question. I want to know what you think. Should we leave them in their wet mess or should we get them out these diapers?"
The crowd goes wild, chanting "Take them off!" in unison. The frat brothers and sorority girls gather closer, eager to see what happens next.
Trent nods, a wicked glint in his eye. "It seems like the people have spoken," he says, turning to the two trembling freshmen. "Looks like these are coming off!" Trent yanks the heavy, soaked diapers off of them, revealing their privates to the crowd.
The crowd's laughter crescendos as the bright lights of the patio highlight their naked bodies. Justin's huge cock swung freely, the crowd amazed that he was packing that thing. Trent continued, "This is what happens when you don't perform to our standards. Now, boys, let’s show them who you are!" Trent then removes their hoods. The crowd claps and hoots, their eyes shocked with the recognition of freshmen.
The sound of the applause is a taunt, a reminder of their new status in the fraternity hierarchy. Justin feels the weight of a hundred eyes on him, each one a judgment, each one a reminder of his failure. Luke's shoulders slump, the weight of the room's amusement pressing down on him.
They both look at each other, their faces a mirror of shock and horror. Justin's cheeks burn, and he can't meet Luke's gaze for long.
Trent laughs, his mood seemingly elevated by their misery. "Now, let's really get this party started," he says, his voice carrying the same excitement as if he's announcing the arrival of the main course. He grabs their jockstraps from the floor and shoves them back into their mouths. The salty taste of their combined sweat and cum fills their mouths, making them both gag again.
Justin tries to protest, his muffled voice lost in the fabric of the jockstrap. Trent's eyes light up at the sight. He reaches for the roll of duct tape on the nearby table and tears off two pieces. He tapes the jockstraps in place, sealing their mouths shut.
Then the diapers come next. He picks them up with a dramatic flourish, holding them aloft so that the piss and beer drip off them. "You've worn these like champs," he says, his voice thick with sarcasm. "But now, it's time to get a little... more intimate."
Trent places the diapers around their heads and secures the tapes on them, making for a disgusting diaper hood. The smell of their own urine is overwhelming, the fabric sticky with the residue of their drinks.
Justin and Luke are unable to see the crowd's reaction to their degradation. The sensation of the diapers pressing against their faces, the cold fabric against their skin, is almost unbearable.
"Look at these pathetic pledges," Trent says, his voice a taunting sneer. "Can't even hold their piss without a diaper. What a fucking pair of pussies." The crowd's laughter reaches a crescendo, and Justin feels his heart plummet.
Trent orders them on their hands and knees. Justin and Luke are anxious on what happens next. They protest in their jockstrap stuffed mouth wanting this to end. Trent brings out two wand massagers and begins pressing them against their cocks, turning it on. The vibrations resonate through their bodies, causing them to squirm.
"Looks like these two ‘straight’ boys are enjoying this," Trent sneers, noticing their erections. He cranks up the vibrations on the wands, the buzzing filling the air. Justin and Luke moan into their gags. Despite the humiliation, the sensation is undeniable. The fraternity brothers and their guests lean in, eager to see how the freshmen will react.
Trent then presents a challenge, "The first one of you to cum is going to be the fraternity’s bitch from now on.”Justin's huge cock, already at half-mast from the sheer humiliation, starts to thicken and lengthen against his will. Luke's erection follows suit, betraying his own body's response to the degrading situation. The diaper hoods muffle their moans, but the tension in their bodies is unmistakable.
Trent circles them like a shark, the wands in his hands are tools of power and control. “Trust me, you don't want to be in that position."
Justin's body is on fire, his mind racing. He tries to ignore the sensation, but the vibrations are relentless. He can feel his orgasm building, his body betraying him, and he fights against it with every fiber of his being. But then, suddenly, it's too much. The pleasure overwhelms him, and he can't hold back screaming into his jockstrap gag. The crowd goes wild, cheering and hooting as his body spasms, and he cums with a force that leaves him trembling. The sound of his own moan, muffled by the gag, echoes in his ears, a testament to his defeat.
Trent laughs, a deep, satisfied chuckle that sends shivers down Justin's spine. "Looks like we have our big winner, or I mean, loser," he says, the crowd's cheers growing louder. He goes to Luke and helps him up. He takes off his diaper hood.
"You can go, Luke," he says with a smirk. "You've had your fun. Go clean up, and enjoy the party. Maybe you'll learn from this little... experience." He slaps Luke's ass, and Luke stumbles away, his face a mix of relief and disbelief.
Trent turns back to Justin, his eyes gleaming with something that can't quite be called kindness. "But you," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I still have plans for you."
Justin remains on his hands and knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's still wearing his diaper hood, the stench of his own urine filling his nostrils. He feels like he's in a nightmare, unable to escape.
Trent yanks off Justin’s diaper hood and rips off the tape securing his gag. Justin spits out the jockstrap that had invaded his mouth. The taste of cum and sweat is still on his tongue, a bitter reminder of his submission. "You’re going to be a good little bitch, aren't you?" Trent says, his voice a seductive whisper.
Justin's eyes are wide with terror, his chest heaving with the effort of his ragged breaths. "N-no fucking way, asshole," he stammers, his voice shaking.
Trent laughs, a sound that's both cruel and beautiful. "Oh, we’ll see," he says, his eyes glinting with malice. "It was good seeing you be a diapered cocksucking bitch today. Maybe, you should do it everyday."
The crowd's laughter dies down as the music thumps in the background. The party goes on, but all eyes are on Justin and Trent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Justin's cheeks burn with anger and humiliation. He wants to fight, to run, to do anything but submit to Trent's twisted game. But his body, his treacherous body, is still reeling from the orgasm, leaving him weak and exposed.
"Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of this pretty little ass," Trent says, his voice carrying over the party noise.
The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, and Justin feels his stomach twist into a knot. This can't be happening. This can't be his life now.
With a wicked smile, Trent grabs the leash attached to Justin's collar and yanks him to his feet. "Let's go, shithead," he says, tugging on the leather. "You've got a new role to get used to."
The journey to the bathroom is a blur of faces and leers. Each step feels like a mile, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his own mortification. The cold floor is unforgiving against his bare feet, the sound of his own breathing loud in his ears.
The bathroom is a stark contrast to the chaos of the party outside. The tiles are cool and slick under his knees as Trent commands him shower and clean himself up. Once Justin is clean, Trent orders him to dry himself off. "Good boy," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. "Now, let's get you ready for your new role."
Justin's heart races as he's led to Trent's bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the bed massive and looming in the center. The walls are adorned with posters of football players and half-dressed models, a shrine to the alpha-male fantasy that Trent seems to embody so effortlessly.
Suddenly, he tries to pull away, to fight, but Trent is too strong, too fast. He's tackled to the bed, the mattress squeaking under their combined weight. Justin’s still too weak to fully fight back. Trent quickly binds Justin’s wrists and ankles to prepared cuffs on the bed’s posts.
Trent looms over him, his body a sculpture of power and control. "You aren’t going anywhere, fucker," he says, his voice low and seductive.
Justin's breath hitches in his chest, his eyes wide with shock and something he refuses to name. "Why the fuck are you doing this to me?," Justin asks.
Trent leans over him, his smile predatory. "Because, you're my new pet project," he says, his breath hot on Justin's cheek. "See, I told your pledge master Zach that we needed to spice things up here in the frat. He agreed and he let me pick one of you pledges to try some new things on, you know, the fun and humiliating kinds of things. It was hard to pick between you and Luke, but you got the grand prize," his eyes glaring at Justin, "you're going to be so much more fun to break."
"Now," Trent says, his voice a silky threat, "it's time for you to rest up. You're going to need it for the weekend. You see, I've got a whole lineup of surprises for you. Some new rules to follow, new lessons to learn." He slaps Justin's face lightly, the sound echoing in the room. "Good night, bitch," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Justin sees Trent leave the room, and hears the door shut with a firm click. The room is plunged into darkness, the only sound the distant thump of the party outside. His wrists are bound tightly to the headboard, and his ankles to the footboard. He's naked, exposed, and utterly powerless.
He tries to calm his racing heart, but the thoughts swirling in his mind are anything but calming. What kind of twisted games does Trent have in store for him? Will he ever escape this living nightmare? The fear is almost paralyzing, but he knows he has to find a way to fight back, to regain some semblance of control over his own life.
But for now, there's nothing he can do but lie there, his body sticky with sweat and cum, and try to get some rest. The mattress is cold and uncomfortable against his skin, a stark reminder of his new reality. He closes his eyes, willing sleep to come and dull the pain of his situation. But the images of what's to come haunt his mind, keeping him in a state of waking hell.
