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The Colonel's Grasp
Time stood still as the Colonel’s words echoed throughout the room. “My office. Now” Henry stood paralyzed as the stern commander looked down at him and his failure to control himself, the bloated mess utterly drenching his underwear and fatigues in an unmistakable brown sludge with a stench that would make even a seasoned janitor recoil. Even now Henry could still feel his accident seeping down his legs, making it all the harder to move lest he disturb the fetid mudslide barely contained by his thin cloth underpants. Meanwhile Carson looked on at the scene in front of him, pangs of guilt wracking his conscience already. Despite his cohorts Hill and Smith now bursting full on into laughter, Carson was at a loss for words.
Henry felt the Colonel’s grip on his wrist getting tighter, feeling more like a shackle than the firm hand of his superior. Even if he tried, Henry knew there would be no getting out of this mess, much less any way he could run away with such a massive load in his pants. “Let’s go, boy. I’m not going to ask twice.” The Colonel firmly ordered as he turned towards the door, tugging Henry along like a child long overdue for his timeout. As he took his first step, he felt a trickle of mush dribbling down his legs, his final pair of tighty-whities doing little to contain such an utter blowout, letting out a whimper at the slimy sensation creeping further.
“Wait… You can’t just take him!” Carson choked against his better judgement. The Colonel stopped in his tracks and turned his head back to the younger man. His expression was firm and unbothered, but his stern deep blue glare exuded an aura that pierced the little will Carson had in him. Instead, Sergeant Carter stepped in front the platoon leader. “Actually, we can and will. This… boy…” Carter gestured towards Henry’s humiliated form. “…should have been in diapers from day one as he was told. What does it say about your leadership skills that he was leaving shitty diapers in the latrine under your watch, Private? You’re supposed to be keeping him in line.” The words like knives cutting away at Carson’s ego even further. “This inspection is entirely the fault of your own carelessness. When the Colonel heard about my concerns here, he couldn’t wait to weed out the filth stinking up his army.” The Sergeant leaned his head in close to Carson’s. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you might be covering for him… or maybe even yourself?”
A bead of sweat dripped down Carson’s temple. “N-no sir… I would never.” The Sergeants eyes narrowed, seeing right through his paper-thin lie. “You’re getting a demerit, Private. You’ll be first in line for latrine duty at the army gym for the next month at least. Maybe then you’ll learn how to clean up the stinking shit in your ranks. You’ll sure as hell have plenty of opportunities to smell it.” Carson gulped as the odor of Henry’s mess gave him a foreboding glimpse of his punishment. “Sir, yes Sir.” He saluted, trying to regain whatever good will he could still muster, knowing full well he was out of cards to play. Sergeant Carter still kept his face close to Carsons. “One more mistake, and you’ll be cleaning more… specialized latrines. Or even better, filling them yourself. Am I clear?” Carson gulped and he found himself standing straighter at attention, the veiled threat needing no clarification. “Sir, yes Sir!”
Henry gave one last glance to Carson, catching one final glimpse of his apologetic eyes as the Colonel unceremoniously yanked him through the door, shuffling along quicker than he could walk without leaking even more mess. The two walked through the front door of the dormitory and out into the open base. The colonel quickly drew eyes and hushed whispers from the passerby army men, though the hushed whispers gave way to something even more grotesque.
“Holy fuck, look at the shit-stain on that cadet’s pants!” Henry felt all the eyes of the men all instantly turn and lock on him, trained on him and his ruined fatigues as the Colonel paraded him around. “Oh shit, that is fuckin’ vile…” “Hey kid, did you lose your daddy on the way to the potty?” “Jesus, his pants are still dripping shit!” “I can smell him from all the way over here!” Each comment another humiliating sting to Henry, he wished he could shrink or run, but the Colonel held firm. His grasp so strong, even if Henry were to tug or pull away, his arm wouldn’t budge an inch. “Bro, are you deploying biological warfare on us?” “You couldn’t pay me to clean THAT latrine.” “I’ve heard of dishonorable discharges, but this is a new one!” Henry’s face was red as could be. The story of his filthy shame would be staying in the army locker room talk for decades. He wasn’t sure how he could show his face on base again, assuming the Colonel doesn’t just discharge him on the spot.
The two walked by the gym, Henry waddling along as the hot sun only intensified the stink surrounding the two of them, yet the Colonel didn’t seem fazed. The worst part was the shame of Henry’s hardened dick betraying him, somehow relishing in the sheer humiliation that his brain was failing to process. “Holy fuck, he really DOES need a changing table.” Henry turned to see familiar faces from the gym locker room leaving the massive building. “I told you he was one of those diaper fags, he didn’t need to shit his pants to sniff that stink.” “Totally, the kid can’t even lift a dumbbell.” “Yeah, all he’s been doing so far are deep squats!” “Sure, but you’re not supposed to add all that weight DURING the squat!” “For real, that’s gotta be 5 pounds of crap he’s lugging around!” “At least his belt knows how to lift, look how bad he’s sagging back there!” Henry shut his eyes, trying to dissociate from the jeers firing at him at every direction. He was walking through his own warzone with army men firing insults instead of bullets, each one landing and killing his dignity. Yet the colonel however trudged forward, unconcerned by the commotion he was raising across the entire base. Even deeper under his stern expression lied the slightest hint of a smile.
The two approached another building, one which Henry was more than familiar with. A bright red cross shown brightly as memories of his last encounter with the medical staff started off the entire chain of events. The two walked into the building as a blast of cool air hit them, though quickly replaced by the warm stink coming from Henry’s pants. Henry looked to the side and saw the Colonel’s picture on the wall once more at the top of the command. He shuddered to think what was in store for him. The two walked to the front desk where two familiar faces were chatting, though their eyes quickly turned towards the Colonel and Henrry once they caught a whiff of a small all too familiar.
“Well well well… I see someone didn’t take his diaper prescription too seriously, did you kiddo?” Nurse Trevor singsongingly chided as the two walked up, adding extra emphasis on the ‘diaper’. “Phew, I can smell it too. Now those uniform pants are all ruined and we have a whole big stinky mess to clean up.” He waved his hand mockingly in front of his face, the nurse as much of a caricature as ever. Henry looked sheepishly down at his shoes, now also staining brown from all the seeping mess that splattered down his legs as they walked, the sight still more welcome than the demeaning gaze of the nurse. Meanwhile the Colonel walked up to Dr. Stevens as the two shook hands. “Well, he sure didn’t take long to fold, did he?” The Doctor’s eyes gesturing towards the embarrassed private. “I’m guessing you’ll want him taken in for processing?” The Colonel smiled. “Actually, I’ve got other plans. I was planning on taking him to my office.”
Doctor Steven’s raised an eyebrow with a devilish smirk, as he sized up Henry once more. “I see. Quite the lucky individual, isn’t he? Though I’m sure he may very well object to that.” Henry looked up at the two men sheepishly as they examined him like livestock. “You know what they say about soldiers, have to break them down before you can build them up.” The colonel replied with camaraderie, the two getting along as old friends. “Well, I’ve already made sure you’re fully stocked up in there. If he gives you trouble let me know, I’ll be sure to… correct him.” A shiver ran through Henry’s body as a dark look gleamed out behind the Doctor’s glasses. The man may have tried to force him into diapers already, but this feeling was something else. His voice was smooth and enticing, yet laced with venom. He gazed back into the Doctors eyes, perfectly framed by his glasses, his eyes unflinching yet inviting at the same time.
“Thanks Ron, though I’m sure Henry here already has an idea what happens if he’s to disobey. Isn’t that right Henry?” The doctor and nurse turned towards the debased lad expectantly as he snapped back to attention. “Uh… S-sir yes sir!” Henry stammered as he realized he had missed his cue. Nurse Trevor was unimpressed, while the Doctor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pill bottle filled with brown-colored tablets. “Well on that note, I think someone needs a little supplement…” He popped the bottle cap and forced a pill into Henry’s mouth. Henry chewed on the bitter tasting pill and swallowed, letting out a weak sigh after it went down. “Thank you, sir…” He replied meekly, not wanting the pseudo-examination to go on any longer. “Thanks, Ron. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let you know if I want to request any of your… suggestions.” The colonel replied authoritatively. The doctor saluted the Colonel in response and pressed a button at the desk. A buzzer signaled that the door to the backrooms was open, though it wasn’t the same door that led to the usual examination rooms.
The Colonel started walking towards the door, yanking the younger lad forward. “Have fun Henry, I’m sure we’ll see you for an exam and a much needed diaper change real soon!” The nurse mocked as the doctor’s smirk was the last image Henry saw before the door shut behind them. The two walked along the halls, though Henry noticed the rooms that split off weren’t for examination, in fact they didn’t seem medical at all. “Where are we going?” Henry asked. The Colonel stopped and turned towards the mess of a cadet trudging behind him. “Did I give you permission to speak, boy?” Henry looked up at the stern blue eyes staring back at him. “N-no sir…” Henry then felt a sharp pain in his arm at the Colonel’s grasp tightened and squeezed, the pain so intense he felt himself drop to his knees. “Then let this be a lesson for you. Do not speak to your superior officer unless spoken to.” The colonel let go of Henry’s arm as the cadet fell to the floor on his hands and knees.
The colonel walked forward down the halls. “Crawl.” He growled behind him as Henry felt the blood return to his arm. He looked up and saw the Colonel continuing further ahead, though he knew there was no turning back now, or worse, disobeying him any further. Henry slowly crawled forward for the first time since he was in originally in diapers. He felt the mess continue to leak and dribble, now pooling into his knees. He turned around and realized he left a visible brown trail behind him. “Permission to speak, Sir?” The colonel stopped and turned towards the lad, still trailing in multiple ways behind him. “What.” He said matter of factly, more irritated that Henry was slowing them down than anything. “S-sorry sir, its just that… I’m leaving a bit of a… mess.” The colonel rolled his eyes and continued down the hall. “You’ll clean it when I’m done with you. One more word and you’ll be using your tongue.” Henry bit his tongue at the thought. He might have thought his experience at the latrine was bad, but there was no saving him from the most powerful man on base, especially not in the bowels of this facility.
The Colonel eventually stopped at a door. Colonel Walter Scott was displayed on the glass of the door, though the rest of the glass was frosted and unable to be seen through. The Colonel wordlessly pulled out a key ring and unlocked the door, holding it open. “Inside.” He stated gruffly, as Henry found himself trudging slowly through the door. The colonel firmly shut it behind them, the sound of the lock clicking behind them echoing through the air as final and foreboding as a judge’s gavel delivering a sentence.
The office itself had a very classical style, clearly having been built and designed years ago. The scent of old wood and semi-stale air was prominent, though was quickly becoming overpowered by Henry’s much more intense smell. An old wooden desk dominated the center of the room. A nameplate stating the Colonel’s name once again was displayed in the middle of the desk, with a desktop computer to the left of the luxurious office chair on the side opposite Henry. There were also photo frames on the desk, one of a woman who Henry could only assume was his wife, and another of a teenage boy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing football pads. Filing cabinets and metal drawers filled with more and more files scattered the boundaries of the room, one specific drawer labeled “Candidates” followed by another below it which said “Special Enrollment Program” which quickly caught Henry’s eye. On the backside of the wall were plaques and awards decorating the achievements of the Colonel’s efforts in the army, as well as a prominent bookcase in the back right corner of the room filled with various books on army strategy, leadership, muscle building, and more. The one object that stood out to Henry the most however, was the fraternity paddle hung underneath some of the more decorated awards. Delta Iota Pi were the three letters which decorated the paddle as well as another frame to the right of it showing a younger colonel speaking at an event for the fraternity, clearly part of the old guard of the organization.
The Colonel paced around the room slowly, eying his new prey. “Stand at attention, soldier.” He ordered as Henry pushed himself off the floor. His camo pants now utterly splattered with brown staining filth, streaked down his legs and shins as he smearing it while crawling. The back of his pants were no better, a still grapefruit sized load protruded out from the back of his pants, a massive brown stain now coating the back of it as it slowly seeped through the cloth. He looked as if he went crawling through the muddy trenches as a part of boot camp, though anyone with a sense of smell could tell that he was covered in something much much worse than mud. Henry’s face was still red from his humiliating trek from the dorms, drying tears dripped down his face as he tried to look tough in the face of his commander. Though there was no recovering his loss of dignity at this point.
The Colonel walked behind Henry menacingly as he tried his best to stand tall. He heard the colonel take a big whiff through his nose as he sized up the debased recruit, exhaling as though he just took a pull from a cigarette, unfazed by the stink. “Shameful, aren’t you.” He said stoically as he continued to examine the mess in front of him. “Sir, yes s-sir!” Henry sniffled as a fresh tear dripped down his face from the piercing humiliation, hoping that his obedience could bargain back some of his career. The colonels large, firm hand cupped the mess protruding out from inside Henry’s ruined underwear, the boy letting out a light moan at the man’s touch. “I’ve seen full grown cows shit smaller loads than this one, boy. Is loading your backside the only talent you’ve got in that pathetic body of yours?” Henry hesitated, unsure if another ‘sir, yes sir’ would be the proper response to such a demeaning question. “N-no sir?” he choked out, his dignity letting out its dying breath. Henry felt the cupping hand press harder, beginning to smush the load over his ass. Henry let out another slight moan as the sensation was both vile, yet begrudgingly stimulating for his sensitive nerves in his crotch area. The Colonel smirked. “I beg to differ. Take a seat private.”
Henry looked at the hard metal chair standing in front of the desk and walked in front of it. He grit his teeth and hesitated for a moment, knowing full well what would happen to the massive pile in his pants when he pressed his full weight down on it. Before he could steel himself further, he felt the firm hand of the Colonel once more pushing him down onto the chair with an audible splat. All at once, Henry felt the pile of shit explode outwards trying to find any semblance of space in the remains of his underwear. Henry let out a moan at the sensation and mushy mess squelched up his taint and balls, tickling the nerves with pleasure despite the degrading filth triggering it. The mess also fully covered Henry’s ass in all directions and completely stained brown what was left uncovered in his fatigues. At this point he might as well have been wearing a pair of brown chinos… though they would undoubtedly smell better than his current uniform.
The colonel sat across from Henry leaning over his desk and pressing his fingertips together, though Henry’s brain was still processing the conflicting pleasure and disgust. The colonel smirked, clearly enjoying seeing Henry squirm in his mess, and even more so enjoying being able to toy with him. “So, Private. Can you tell me why I brought you here to my office?” The colonel’s eyes narrowed as he continued to corner the debased cadet. Henry suppressed a gag as his own harsh stink violated his sense of smell, the odor reactivated as the entirety of his mess was disturbed by his forced descent. “Because I… pooped my pants, Sir…” Henry stumbled over his words, overwhelmed by the humiliation and sensations he’s been forced to endure. “Pooped your pants? Private, what you didn’t wasn’t just ‘pooping your pants’, like some kind of preschool accident. You dumped a god-damn bowling ball into your fatigues, an entire fucking marsh gushed into your pants. I’ve seen cleaner cadets after they were writhing in the mud trenches like pigs, I’ve seen military outhouses with less shit in them than what you’ve got in the back of your briefs! Not to mention leaving an entire trail of filth over MY army base…” Henry shrunk further and further into his seat with every venom coated word fired his way. “What do you have to say for yourself, Private. You’ve made an entire mockery of my army, and even more of a mockery of yourself.” The colonel refusing to let up the pressure on Henry, who was doing everything in his power to keep some semblance of composure. Tears started flowing as cracks began to show.
“P-puh-please Sir… I’m so sorry! It was… just an accident I swear! I just couldn’t hold it… it was… just an accident!” Henry cried out as his face turned red, gasps of tears and sniffles interrupting his stream of consciousness. He was so distraught he was struggling to find the words to plead. “Please Sir, I need this so much… I… I can’t just go home like this! I don’t know what I’d do!” The colonel smiled and leaned back in his chair as the composure shattered, and Henry truly felt at rock bottom. He had him right where he wanted him. “I’m not just some pants pooper! I don’t know what happened, you have to believe me!”
Colonel Scott looked as if he was pondering for a moment, as if he was evaluating what to do with Henry. “Well Private, I have to admit I don’t think you’ll ever be able to live this down… I’d say you’re more than deserving of a dishonorable discharge, but… what happened in your pants might already be the most dishonorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Henry hung his head in utter, blistering shame. The tears dripping down on the front of his fatigues. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. You’re exactly right that you can’t go back to your position after this, no army man in his right mind would ever give you an ounce of respect anymore. But I can offer you an alternative.”
Henry’s eyes lit up for a second, the tears pausing as a hit of salvation began to appear. “I’m in the need of a new… assistant. I’ll offer you that position in the army so you can keep your job. Though In return, you will have to do everything that I say.” The words lingered around the room as the Colonel gestured over his crotch, a noticeable prick began to protrude out the front of his polished uniform. “Everything.” The magnitude of this choice began to show, he wasn’t just going to be filing papers for the Colonel… in fact he would be lucky to do so. “You will wear what I say, and you will perform every action expected of you, or face a punishment. To be clear… you will not be using a latrine, toilet, nor outhouse again… and you know exactly what alternative I mean.” Henry gulped as the only real option became clear, all roads seeming to end to the same destination on the base. “…diapers.” Henry mumbled as the Colonel smiled knowingly. “Maybe you’ll be able to redeem yourself yet, boy.” The approval of the Colonel a much-needed feeling of relief to Henry, though the seriousness of the decision left an intensity in the air.
Henry sat in the stinking chair wondering if he could really accept such an offer, sure he’d still have a career but he’d be an utter laughingstock still. Yet at the same point, that ship may very well have sailed already. He winced at the thought of needing to face Carson again, he’d surely never let him live this down. “…When you mean ‘Everything’… do you mean…?” Henry stumbled over his words, feeling dirty even just mentioning the suggestive things the Colonel might have in mind. “Did I stutter?” The man replied with narrowing eyes. “But… your wife-” “Ex-wife.” The colonel cut Henry off with a scowl, and particular emphasis on the ‘ex.’ He was clearly losing patience with the cadet, especially when Henry was prodding at a clearly sore subject. Henry let out a deep sigh, slowly coming to terms with his limited options. Could serving the Colonel really be so bad? He was certainly an attractive man, and being in the good graces of the most powerful man on the base would certainly be a boon. At the same point he was definitely proving himself to be as brutal as a drill sergeant. Though what was the other option, go home and be ridiculed and jobless?
“Okay, Sir. I accept your terms.” Henry said, resigning himself to his fate.
The Colonel leaned back in his chair with a predatory smile and a gleam in his eye, causing Henry to shrink in his chair once more. “Good boy.” He replied, Henry noticing a shift in his tone, already sounding less like an army commander and more like a dominant Sir. Colonel Scott stood and walked to the side of his desk. “Now… Come here and lower your pants.” Henry felt a rush flare through his body, the Colonel wasn’t wasting much time in breaking him in. He could even feel his dick betraying him already, stirring in his filth bloated underwear. Henry rose and waddled in front of the older man, looking up at his superior wrinkle his nose in disgust as he approached. Henry tried to fiddle with his belt, but his nerves caused him to struggle with the buckle. The Colonel instead firmly grasped the buckle, opening it with ease, and undoing the private’s zipper. His fatigues dropped to the floor as the Colonel swiftly tugged them down.
Henry felt himself freeze as the extent of the damage became clear. His pants and underwear were entirely stained brown from the back all the way to the front, his own cock hardening while surrounded in cooling brown mush that gushed up the front of his briefs from the forced splatter in the metal chair. The colonel paced around him and examined his backside, completely spattered and seeping through with more of his massive dump. The colonel breathed in the stench through his nose, and exhaled disappointedly. “Pathetic little faggot, aren’t you.” The words stinging like a whip lashing out. Henry grit his teeth and looked down at his shoes, noticing the brown-green fatigues pooling around his ankles. The sheer extent of the filthy accident undeniable to even himself.
CRACK
Henry felt himself fall to his knees as he felt a sharp pain across his ass. Ironically, the stinking mess had cushioned the blow, leaving Henry feeling more stunned by the surprise than anything. The Colonel walked back into view holding the fraternity paddle which was displayed on the back of his wall, a layer of brown grime now present after making full contact with Henry’s messy underwear. The back of his briefs in return now showed a flattened mound with the Delta Iota Pi Greek letters imprinted into them, much to the Colonel’s delight. “On your feet private, we’re just getting started.”
Henry grit his teeth as he returned to his feet. Another two resounding CRACKS across his poopy briefs echoed around the room, Henry keeping his balance as best he could. “You don’t seem to be very fazed by this private, are you thankful for your shitty underwear making this easy on you?” The Colonel taunted, knowing exactly what buttons to push. “…Yes sir…” Henry mumbled through gritted teeth, only to be met with an even more resounding smack from the paddle once more, the colonel adding more and more force with each swing.
“Say it like you mean it, private.” The colonel ordered, causing Henry’s cheeks to blush red once more. “I’m very thankful for my shitty underwear making this easy for me, Sir!” The Colonel responded with yet another echoing smack, Henry now easily feeling the sting despite the splattering cushion on his behind. “Well then private, lower your drawers then.” Henry gripped the side of his elastic waistband, hesitating exposing himself fully to his superior, not only hiding his mess covered backside, but his semi-hard prick clearly enjoying the predicament much more than his other head was. Instead of another lick from the paddle however, Henry then felt a finger in the back of his waistband, the Colonel slowly pulling the messy cloth away from his ass, the mess caked over the entirety of his ass as the mess slowly separated off of Henry with the continuing tug. The stink in the air exploded like a dark cloud, quickly enveloping the small office with more and more harsh stench. “Get used to that smell boy, you’ll become quite familiar with it.” Slowly but surely, Henry felt the sticky mess give way, as the briefs were slowly yanked down… though the colonel noticed the briefs were catching on something.
He circled around Henry slowly, quickly noticing the blockage with a taunting laugh. “You really are a dirty boy, aren’t you…” He said as he teased Henry’s prick with a soft touch. A betraying pleasure coursed through Henry as the last of his so called manhood begged for more of the dignified man’s firm caress. “Well, don’t worry … I’ve got something for your little pecker later.” Colonel Scott said as he tugged the catching cloth over Henry’s small, filth smeared erection, the Colonel letting the briefs fall into the stinking pants still pooling around the cadet’s ankles. “Now, assume a plank Private.” Henry began to shift position, but was stopped by the Colonel. “AFTER, stepping out of those…” He gestured to the filth spattered clothing restricting Henry’s legs. He slipped out of his brown tinted shoes, and pulled his feet through the filthy leg holes one at a time, feeling the air on his entire bottom half as the mess coating him began to cool in the exposed air. Henry vaguely remembering seeing Carson demonstrate a plank on their recent workout, getting on his hands and knees, and then lifting his filthy butt and body in the air.
CRACK
Henry felt a smack on his bare bottom this time. “Who taught you your form, Private? I know you have trouble being straight, but keep your back flat…” Henry winced as the paddle was no longer cushioned by any sort of layer. The Colonel wasn’t pulling his punches at this point, Henry trying his best to flatten his posture. He already felt his arms and legs burning, still recovering from his workout with Carson, his form already beginning to wobble. “Don’t you dare let that plank drop, boy…” The Colonel snarled as he watched the colonel’s polished oxfords slide the filthy pile of Henry’s pants and underwear underneath his head, the stench smacking Henry right in the face along with the undeniable view of his mess smeared all over his underwear and fatigues. “Here’s some inspiration for you… now you’ll want to stay upright.” Henry didn’t need spelling out what would happen if his head were to drop, but there was no telling how long his arms could keep things up. “Now then boy, do you think you deserve this second chance I’m giving you?” The Colonel paced alongside Henry’s trembling form as he felt his muscle fibers already beginning to strain. “…No sir!” Henry cried out.
CRACK
The paddle smacked Henry’s backside once more, the pile of filthy clothes under his face growing close as he felt his body buckle. Henry tensed his whole body as he yelped out in pain, catching himself before fully collapsing, much to the Colonel’s enjoyment. “That’s quite right, private. Filth like you doesn’t deserve the opportunity I’m so graciously giving you.” Henry winced from the sting of the words and the fresh redness left by the paddle, feeling himself sinking lower with each lash. “Do you think there’s any hope of turning you into a model soldier private?” Henry grit his teeth as the ache in his arms continued to grow and scream at him. “Y-yes Sir! “ He cried out, the last embers of fire in him still refusing to surrender.
CRACK
Henry felt his body wobble as another smack landed square on his backside. “That’s laughable boy, we barely have hope of toilet training the likes of you. You’d have better luck joining the circus, you fucking clown!” Henry felt himself beginning to tear up, a drop falling into the mushy load underneath him. “Crying already? Just like the baby you really are…” Henry felt a few more drops land in the pile below him, his arms a cool breeze away from giving out under him. “P-please…” He weakly cried out, hoping there’s a chance the colonel will have mercy on him. Though the Colonel instead just continued to pace and look down at the poor cadet below him, smiling at his brutal handiwork. He crouched down in front of Henry, wrinkling his nose as the filthy odor wafted closer to him. “Please what, boy? Give you mercy?” The Colonel scoffed. “A pathetic excuse of a solider like you needs discipline, you should be begging me for another smack instead.” Henry couldn’t find the words to ask for another spank, not when he was using everything he had to barely keep stable.
“Now tell me… who owns you now, boy?” The Colonel whispered into Henry’s ear with equal parts sadism and seduction. The gravity of the deal with the devil he just made starting to truly sink in. “…you, sir…” Henry whispered under his breath, much to the Colonels annoyance. “Speak up boy, tell me exactly what you are.” Henry cried out as his muscles began to go numb. “I’m your dirty diaper fag, sir!”
CRACK
Henry fell forward as the Colonel landed a home run of a smack right across his entire ass, falling head first into the fetid mess below him with an audible splat. The warm mess smothering his face as he sunk deeper and deeper into his mess and depravity. Henry wanted to push himself up, but his arms refused to move, completely ruined from the abuse. He heard a quiet zip from above, soon followed by a warmth on the back of his head slowly spreading, feeling almost like the colonel’s gentle caress… until the feeling of wetness began to spread and the colonel let out a satisfied sigh. A golden stream from the Colonel was all it took to fully mark his territory, Henry letting out whimpers as his piss began to mix in with the rest of the filth barely left contained in his old uniform. There were a number of raw emotions flying through his head, though one thought shone through the rest of the clouded emotions. This was rock bottom.
The colonel as he drained the rest of his bladder over Henry, the stream of liquid washing off some of the mess clinging to Henry’s head as his neck weakly pulled upwards to look at his new “Master”. He expected to see the piercing blue eyes filled with rage, or even more sadism but instead he saw something else entirely. The colonel had a glint in his eyes. Henry wasn’t sure if he was satisfied or proud of him, but there was a new warmth in the colonel’s expression which helped gratify the intense discipline he just endured. “That’s right… you are my boy. Filth and all.” The colonel zipped up his pants and set the now brown splattered paddle back on the mantle. “Though now you’ve got my office and my hallway to clean up…” The colonel muttered as the sound of his shoes tapped back to Henry’s side.
Henry felt himself being hoisted upward, the messy underwear clinging to his face for a moment before gravity peeled the mess off and it fell to the floor once more with a splat. The Colonel lifted him up into his arms, holding him like an oversized toddler on his hip. “Sorry Sir… I’ll clean it up, I promise.” Henry softly pleaded as the Colonel held him. His warm yet firm grasp a much-needed comfort for Henry as he felt himself lean into the man’s broad chest and muscular shoulder. He still wore a stern expression, though it now felt reassuring for a very vulnerable Henry. “Phew… Well I think we have a more pressing mess to clean up first, don’t we…” The Colonel said with a smirk as Henry’s odor tickled his nose once more. “I’d say its high time we get you fitted for your new role.”
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