There will be seven chapters charting Paul’s (and occasionally Rayan’s humiliation). This story involves, coercion, bullying, extreme humiliation, scat, piss, diapers, cigar and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you, please do move on.
Ryan cleans up, seething with rage at the indignity of what he’s just done. He distracts himself with work for the next two hours determined to get this project back on track and out from under Stef’s control. The WhatsApp message he can see is from Paul, but much as he’s keen to see Paul on going suffering, it goes ignored. He takes a minute out to message his mate, Ed, and ask if he’s free for a drink tonight after work, he really needs one. Fortunately, Ed is up for it and agrees to meet at a local bar for a few beers at 6pm.
Ryan arrives at the bar 20 minutes early, grabs a beer and slides into a quiet corner nursing his beer. He finally opens the WhatsApp message. The text simply reads MASTER with a video attached. Checking no one can see over his shoulder Ryan, slips in his ear buds and clicks on the video. For the first time since this morning, he smiles.
On the screen Ryan gleefully watches Paul’s self-debasement at his behest. He’s sat on the floor legs apart, naked except for the huge diaper. He watches as Paul fires up a big curved pipe his face briefly blotted out by the smoke. As the smoke clears, he can see the pained expression on his partner’s face and thinks yeah, ‘suffer fucker. You’re gonna suffer a lot more tonight’. Paul will be his release for his shitty day. Paul emits a fart into the diaper as he starts a discourse thanking Rayn for punishing him, “thank you Master for punishing me, I am a loser, a low life cunt. I deserve it Master for being so pathetic, a total wimp...” He’s squirming, pulling on the pipe when an almost shocked expression comes across his face.
A deep burbling sound comes from deep inside the diaper. Paul makes sad whimpering noises as he is clearly beginning to fill his diaper. Ryan watches fascinated as the diaper bulges between Paul’s legs. The mass inside trapped between Paul’s backside and the diaper has nowhere to go but up over his taint and towards his balls. Ryan smirks at Paul’s attempts to continue grovelling. He’s stammering, coughing a little on the thick pipe smoke, “eh, yes Master I should be forced to sit in a filthy diaper… ehhh.” More shit is unloading. The bulge moves up, clearly now engulfing his cock and balls completely. Ryan gleefully watches as the creases in the plastic over-pants disappear with the warmth and pressure building up. Paul struggles on, the pipe now discarded as he focuses on the feeling of warm, soft, stinking shit sliding up round his cock and balls. His cock is sliding around in the sticking mess. He hates himself even more as he feels his cock harden as it slides through the mess.
To Ryans amusement he can see Paul’s humping his cock slightly in the mess. Paul goes on, “Ehhh, I must be humiliated to remind me how fucking low I am, how fucking worthless I am, eh, eh, eh.” Ryan sniggers out load as Paul is overwhelmed by another long fart and deluge of shit. He’s panting, “shit punish me Master to remind me I am lower than shit, I should respect shit.” Paul can’t control himself now, his hand comes round and grasps the base of the diaper smoothing it over his crotch. Spreading the filth over, what Ryan knows, is his leaking hard cock. Paul squirms more, red faced. “Thank you Master, Thank you.” Finally, the deluge seems to end, and Paul is left staring blankly into the camera. His body giving involutory thrusts as Paul rubs his cock into the plastic of the diaper, slithering in the shit. He is overcome with shame. Ryan loves the sadness in Paul’s eyes.
Ryan is interrupted as a man slides into the seat beside him and he instantly flips the screen up on his phone closing the app.
After he sits staring at himself for a few more minutes Paul stops the video finding it hard not to keep pumping his cock into the filth. He’s filled with conflict, lust and shame. He addresses himself, “You sick fucking cunt.” And with difficult pulls himself upright. Every movement makes the massive load of recycled waste slide around in the confines of the diaper. Now upright he can feel the soft warm filth slide back around his arse. He looks at himself in the mirror, absently rubbing the bulging front of the diaper. The image before him is utterly pathetic but he’s turned on with the sensation of the shit and the grossness of what he’s doing. Shame washes over him, ‘why does this turn me on? Why do I allow Ryan to do this?’ He sighs and waddles back to his desk a vapour trail of shit following him. Pipe forgotten on the floor.
Ed and Ryan knew each other well, they’d been friends since school, indeed Ryan had been Ed’s co-bully. Between them they had bullied and terrorised weaker boys for their amusement all through their school years. As they hit puberty both found they got a sexual thrill out of dominating people. Whilst Ryan continued to nurture his inner bully for sexual gratification, Ed had buried it aware that his darkest thoughts were far nastier than Ryan’s. He is also straight and even his perverted moral compass will not allow him to abuse women.
As Ed slides in next to Ryan two beers in hand, “hey Dude how’s you doin’? What’s got you so engrossed there? Share, I know it must be funny I could hear you sniggering at the bar.” “Ha, not your thing man, it’s gay shit.” He sighs, “I’ve had better weeks but, thank fuck, it’s over. You?”
The two men talked sport and MX bikes for a bit. Ryan asked if Ed were free tomorrow so they could get their bikes out and hit the dirt, both being enthusiastic off-road bikers. To his surprise Ed jumped at the idea, “Sian is away til Tuesday, why not? Let’s do it.” “Ryan mocks him, “Oh the puppy can play when mistress is away – she’s got you pussy whipped Ed.” Ed shakes his head, “She’s ok, least for now. Except she won’t let me take up the arse – say it’s dirty. If she fucking knew I like it dirty, real dirty, she’d freak. And I’m not ‘pussy whipped’, we don’t all have a trained bitch at home like you. Speaking of which how is Paul? Plucked up the courage to tell you to fuck off yet?”
Ryan laughs, “The cunt loves me, and he loves being my bitch, hey, who wouldn’t?” Ed snorts, “no one in their right mind would ‘love’ you, what was it you had him doing last time we talked on the phone? Oh, yeah, you had him sucking on your sweaty feet after you’d been to the gym – sick,” And then he adds, “but cool.” Ryan swigs his drink and smiles, “Oh, Paul’s sunk a lot lower than that. He’s a regular little pig now. What’s so cool about it is that the nastier it gets the hornier he gets, and the hornier he gets the more he hates himself. And the more he hates himself the more he wants me to punish him. And of course I do that with more nasty shit. Its fuckin’ hilarious. I seriously love fucking him up after he’s emptied his little balls – he hates it.” Ed looks at him, his old bully curiosity peaked, “How much ‘nastier’?”
Ryan glances at his friend, seeing his mind churning possibilities. He replies, “It got pretty sick this morning, a new low for the cunt. Real nasty.” Ed whispers, “oh, so you’ve finally got him trained up as a piss drinker?” Leaning in Ryan goes on, “he passed that milestone months ago.” Seeing Eds eyebrows go up Ryan can’t stop himself bragging, “as of this morning he’s a total full on shit pig.” Ryan enjoys seeing Ed try to process what this might mean. Seeing that he has Ed’s complete attention he grabs his phone, “wanna see just how fucked up the cunt is now, it’s sick.” He opens his phone and, with another glace round to check they can’t be seen, he opens the muted video and holds for Ed to see. Ryan watches Ed’s face as he watches Paul burying his face into a mound of what is clearly shit. “Holy fuck, you’re not even forcing him to do it, the sick fucking cunt. Mind you he ain’t exactly loving it is he?” Ryan lets it play a few more seconds. Ed is oddly fascinated, a familiar tingling in his groin, his cock hardens. “He ain’t supposed to like it you dumb fuck. It’s a fucking punishment. And honestly, he deserves it just for letting me do it to him.” He laughs, “but, hey, who cares even if he didn’t deserve it, I’d do it. And that’s not the end of it I made him suffer all day.” Ed looks at him, unsure if he’s impressed or sickened by his twisted mate, “How much funkin sicker can it get?” His cock is definitely hard now.
Ryan stands asking Ed if he wants another beer. When he agrees Ryan shuffles past him handing him his phone with the video of Paul shitting his diaper. It’s amusing but not a total surprise that his straight mate is so interested in seeing his fucked-up games with Paul. He knows that Ed has an equally dark side it’s why they became bully bros when they first met at school.
When Ryan returns with the beers Ed hands him back the phone, “hi-five dude, that’s so nasty. Is he still wearing it?” Ryan nods with a smile, “yeap and he will be until I decide to shit fuck the cunt later. Cheers.” They click bottles and laugh. Ryan mocks his mate’s tame straight sex, “shame Sian won’t even let you take her up the shitter, never mind getting a bit nasty.” Ed shrugs. Then Ryan goes no, “Tell you what mate, you don’t need to be back home tomorrow, so why don’t we watch the game after we’ve been for our ride? We can have a few beers, a smoke AND, if you like, you can shit fuck the cunt? He’ll even clean-up for you after.”
Ed looks at Ryan with a smirk, “Thanks mate, football, beers, smokes – hell yes, I’ve got some good weed, and I picked up 50 fat stogies on my last trip to the States with work. But you know I’m not really into guys. So, thanks, real kind of you to pimp Paul’s butt to your mate but I’ll pass on that.” Ryan puts down his bottle, “What’s the difference? One arse hole is same as another; I’ll dress him up real pretty for you. It’s his birthday tomorrow and, by chance, I’ve got him something special to wear.” Ed laughs still not really buying it, but they plan on watching the football and generally getting wasted after the ride. Ed can stay over to sleep it off and go home sometime on Sunday. They leave the bar heading to their respective homes until the next day.
