“But… You’re a year younger than me!”

“And?”

“And an inch shorter than me!”

“And?”

“So why would I let you…” I looked over my shoulder as if someone could have wandered into the room. “spank me?!”

He rolled his eyes and calmly crouched down. Before I could ask what he was doing, he’d yanked down my pants to expose my briefs. I yelped in protest, but he just dug his shoulder into my shins so that I toppled to the ground, face-first. He repositioned himself to sit on my back. “I think you already know why.”

“What are you talking about? Get the fuck off-”

He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled it straight up. I gasped at the sudden sharp pain. He chuckled. “You chose to wear these whitey-tighties. You chose to wear boys’ underwear. Because somewhere inside, you already know you’re a boy. And you need to be treated like one.”

He bounced me up and down on the end of the wedgie. I groaned. I wanted to tell him no, to throw him off my back. But… Goddammit, he was inside my head. He knew everything I feared and deserved. I went limp, giving in to his authority.

He patted my butt with his free hand. “Good boy. That’s a good first step. Now let’s see if we can get you crying.”

Story!

Eric was a pretty average 26 year old guy. He had gone to college, he had a steady white collar job. He wasn’t a big guy, just under 6’ tall and about 175lbs. He didn’t work out but was just naturally on the thinner side. He was a smart guy, clever, and could be a bit of a smart ass some times.

One day at work one of Eric’s co-workers invited him out for a happy hour. He had no other plans and accepted the offer with enthusiasm. Little did Eric know that this co-worker has had his eye on Erik for some time now and had other plans in mind other than just happy hour.

At the end of the day, they decided to car pool to the bar as Eric lived close to work and usually walked on the nice days anyway. Once to the bar, they started with the usual small talk and chat about work but the conversation got deeper the more the drinks were thrown back. Eric’s co worker had been ordering and switched to virgin drinks a while back as Eric kept getting more and more drunk. Eric was in no shape to go back to his place so his co worker offered his place up for the night, with no objections Eric accepted that as well.

Once back to his place Eric was about to pass out on the couch when his coworker helped take his clothes off (to keep them clean) is what he told Eric, who was too drunk to care or probably even notice. Stripped down to just his briefs Eric passed out and was a rag doll. This is when his co-worker put his plan into action.

He moved Eric to the bedroom where there was a body sized bag waiting for him. He laid Eric on the bag and put him partially in. He tell went and grabbed a butt plug out of the drawer and lubber it up well. He slid the plug into Eric’s ass! He then grabbed a chastity cage out of the drawer and locked it on Eric’s dick. What was once a nice 6” when hard cock was now locked down at 2”! He finished putting Eric in the body bag and zipped him in snug! Leaving his caged cock sticking out. He then went and got a gag that looked like a mouth guard with a strap and secured it in Eric’s mouth and around his head. He popped a couple ear buds in his ears to play a hypnosis track while he slept. The track would slowly help turn Eric into a sissy for his new master!

The next morning Eric wakes to a fuzzy memory and a few new sensations. He finds himself unable to move, without his typical morning wood, and with an ass that feels like it’s really being stretched. He goes to yell for help or scream what the fuck but finds he’s unable to talk as well!

From the other room Eric’s new master hears some commotion and decides to add to it before introducing himself. He grabs his phone off the table next to his coffee and turns the plug, that is in Eric’s ass, on! He knows it’s working right away from the escalation in noises, making him just that more excited to carry out the rest of his plan!

About a half an hour later after Eric’s new master finished his coffee and reading the news on his tablet, he enters the room where Eric has found himself leaking precum all over the outside of his new cock cage and the bag he is zipped into! Eric looks over to the door when he catches the motion of his co-worker entering the room. Unable to say anything he stares him down as his new master introduces himself and explains the situation!

“Eric, as you know we were co workers, equals you might say. That is no more! I am your new master and you are going to be my new play thing! I’ve watched you for some time and spent many nights planning all that has happened and all that is going to happen. I am going to train you, do you understand? I have some ground rules that will go into place immediately. You will resign from your current job, you will exit the lease on your apartment, and sell everything you own that I don’t think you need, which is most things! You will also sign a contract with me giving me ownership of you and your body!”

Being that Eric has been listening to the hypnosis all night he was already in quite the submissive and agreeable mood. He noises his head, not know exactly what he was agreeing to yet.

“You will follow the rules I lay out or face the punishments that will follow!”

Rules:

1. You will no longer be called Eric, just simply sissy!

2. You will call me daddy and my partner sir! Everyone is superior to you and I am superior to everyone!

3. You will wear what we put you in or what we tell you to put on without argument!

4. Your ass will be trained to take cock like a sissy, and your cock will be trained to cum like a sissy!

5. Your sissy dicklet Will remained locked always!

6. Your mouth and ass will be gagged and plugged when not in use!

7. You will wear and use diapers for all intended purposes and are not allowed to change yourself ever!

8. Your new job during the day will be a maid around our house!

After reading all the rules to sissy, daddy held the phone in front of its face! “You can sign by pressing the e-sign button with your nose sissy!” He said! “This is sign the contract, send your resignation, and end your lease all in one move!” Eric struggled but picked his head up enough to hit the e-sign button on daddy’s phone! He was now owned by daddy and sir!

Daddy undid the body bag, helped sissy stand up so he could clear the bed before pushing him back over! A moan was let loose as sissy landed on his plugged ass. Daddy then produced a large diaper and 2 boosters from the closet and proceeded to snuggly place them on his new sissy boi! After he pulled out a latex sissy maid outfit and put it on sissy! “Your list is on the counter! I want everything done by the time I get home!”

After daddy left, sissy began to complete the list which included; dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the kitchen, and tidying up the bedroom! While completing the list sissy didn’t notice that sir had come home before daddy! “Ah, you must be our new sissy, you can call me sir!” “Hope you get that cleaning done before daddy gets home or you will have a punishment to face! And he’ll be home soon!” “Have you used your diaper yet sissy?” Sir asked! Sissy shakes his head, no. “Come over here and lift the front of your dress!” Sissy did as it was told and sir pulled out his cock and proceeded to piss down the front of sissy’s diaper! Cause it’s face to turn bright red with embarrassment! “Now back to work!”

A short while later daddy gets home to find sissy cleaning the kitchen still! After looking over the list and inspecting the place he says, “I see you’ve completed everything except the kitchen! I told you to have it all done!” “If you don’t want our place to be clean than you don’t deserve to be clean sissy! Get into the bedroom right now!” Sissy quickly moves the the bed room when it’s pushed down onto the bed, face down! It’s dress it pushed up and diaper is pulled down a little before it gets 10 spanks on the ass! After which daddy grabs the plug, playing with it a little before pulling it out! He sticks a tube in sissy’s ass and turns a small non above him releasing a rush or warm liquid into sissy’s ass! “You’re going to take this enema, and you will eventually be forced to release it into your diaper! You will wear your mess till you’re done cleaning and daddy and sir have eaten!” Daddy explains as the enema finishes draining he pulled the tube out, and secured the diaper in a snug way as to show off when sissy uses the diaper! “Oh one more thing sissy, you must ask permission to shit yourself too!” “I want you to ask daddy or sir, “may I please poop my diaper sir/daddy? Understood?” Sissy nods his head in agreement!

Sissy quickly got back to work cleaning the kitchen and trying to hold in the enema, what didn’t help was that sir was making dinner and a mess as he was going and sissy had to try to keep up! Sissy turned to sir and tried to ask permission but it just came out mumbling as the gag was still in place! A look of terror came over sissy’s face as it squared a little and pushed a big mess into its diaper! Another wave hit and it continued to push! Sir and daddy looked at each other with a smirk know that was exact what was going to happen. “Guess sissy gets another punishment” says sir excitedly! “I think after dinner daddy and sir are going to break in that new sissy ass!” Sir say! Daddy comes up behind sissy and fondles sissy’s diaper humiliating sissy by spreads the mess around and getting sissy excited in its cage as well! One last smack to the full diaper before sitting down to dinner!

Suit and tie? Slime and pie!

Atomic wedgies are just another part of a nerd's life...

Great Question! Here is a list of all the guys so far:

Greg Johnson

Stereotype/Fetish: Muscle Bear / Muscle Worship

Summary: A tall, heavily muscular man with a thick beard and a friendly demeanor. Greg enjoys mentoring others in bodybuilding and values respect and camaraderie. He has a particular interest in muscle worship.

Max Turner

Stereotype/Fetish: Leather Enthusiast / Dominance

Summary: A rugged, muscular man with closely cropped hair and tattoos. Max wears leather gear and exudes confidence and assertiveness. He enjoys sparring and has a dominant streak, extending to playful interactions.

Brad Thompson

Stereotype/Fetish: Jock / Jockstraps

Summary: The epitome of athleticism, Brad has a perfect tan and a competitive yet friendly demeanor. He thrives on challenges and engages in high-intensity workouts.

Ethan Sullivan

Stereotype/Fetish: Gamer Bear / Scent (Sweat and Musk)

Summary: A large, heavily set man with a laid-back and humorous demeanor. Ethan loves gaming and balances time between the gym and online streams.

Robert Harrison

Stereotype/Fetish: Daddy / Daddy-Boy Dynamics

Summary: A mature, well-built man with salt-and-pepper hair and a well-groomed beard. Rob is an authoritative "Daddy" figure who values respect and proper conduct. He is a supportive mentor and takes his role seriously.

Jake Martinez

Stereotype/Fetish: Playful Gym Enthusiast / Farting

Summary: A large, muscular man known for his playful and unapologetic demeanor. Jake enjoys light-hearted pranks and jokes

Troy Harris

Stereotype/Fetish: Gym Bully / Dominance

Summary: An athletic man with sharp features and a domineering presence. Troy uses intimidation to assert his dominance and engages in confrontational tactics

Erik Larsen

Stereotype/Fetish: Viking Daddy / Dominance and Submission

Summary: A tall, muscular Nordic man with a rugged build and a large, braided beard. Erik has a playfully dominant personality and views the player as his "little viking." He enjoys pushing others to their limits and occasionally indulges in playful dominance.

Connor O'Malley

Stereotype/Fetish: The Closeted Celebrity / Voyeurism

Summary: A towering figure with a blend of rugged charm and magnetic charisma. Connor is a famous actor and athlete with a fetish for voyeurism, balancing his public persona with a private life.

Liam McKenzie

Stereotype/Fetish: Gentle Giant / Cuddling and Comfort

Summary: A tall, incredibly muscular Scottish man with a kind and gentle demeanor. Liam enjoys providing comfort and support, with a particular fondness for cuddling and close physical contact.

Adrian Ross

Stereotype/Fetish: Fitness Model / Self-Worship and Exhibitionism

Summary: A strikingly handsome man with a perfectly sculpted physique. Adrian enjoys posing and flexing, loving the attention his body garners. He has a fetish for self-worship and thrives on being the center of attention.

Jason Nakamura

Stereotype/Fetish: Yoga Enthusiast / Flexibility and Bondage

Edward's POV

Leo came back from work yesterday a little aloof, he didn't talk much and spent most of the time reading something on his phone. I quickly got bored and went to sleep mad that he didn't give me any attention, and woke up even worse now that he's not on the other side of the bed.

I got out of bed and went stomping downstairs, he would hear a lot from me, don't wanna know how busy he was.

When I got to the kitchen, where I heard some noise, I couldn't help but gasp to this view:

Sagging, cheeks almost eating his underwear, and a slobby demeanor. Leo is not usually like this, even in our intimacy, although hot, I found it weird.

While he was trying to find something on the lower shelves, he noticed me.

"Finally youre awake, bro. I'm so hungry this morning that I almost thought of making ny own breakfast." He says, as he makes himself comfortable in the chair, putting his feet on the table. "Now you can make one for me."

I was very outraged. Horny, but mad. What is this? It's like he opened my secret diary and read all my fantasies.

"I'm not your bro, baby! What are you talking about? Can't you make breakfast for yourself?" I ask.

He gets up and look me straight into the eye: "What's the point of having a roomate then?"

When he said that, I got chills. So he was playing that? I remember having a roomate way before I met Leo. He was very hot, but wasn't one straight out of those 'alpha doms' fictions, so I could only imagine... and now finally becoming true? I decided to play along.

"The point of a roomate is to keep this house balanced together!" I say as I knock his feet off the table.

He got out of character just for a second to acknowledge that I got it. That stupid smirk.

He gets up and tower over me. I can only feel his hand grabbing the back of my head, burrying me on his hairy pits. How is he so sweaty this hour in the morning?

"The balance is you beneath me, gotcha? If I cook our breakfast, you are eating it straight of my feet." He said in a dominating tone.

Ugh. The same time his pits are warm and damp, I nodded with my head in agreement, cause the stink was too much.

"Good boy. Eggs, bacon, and milk."

"But you-"

"Don't wanna hear about my intolerance, or else youre down to the pits again."

I made our breakfast while he waited scratching his balls.

"Not gonna wash it?" I asked just to tease, and recieved a smash of his hands on my face.

"Clean, haha." He mocked and started to eat. Before I could grab anything, he took my plate too, and that left me a little pissed... play or not, I had to eat.

"Hey! That was mine!" I said with some anger this time. He completely ignored me, and finished his meal by chugging the glass of milk.

EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

He shamelessly belched, patting his belly. "Oh, you want some? Here." In a quick move, he got up and turned around, taking advantage that I was sat, and my face was on the level of his ass. Hos cheeks molded all over my face, as he rubbed it to try to pry my mouth open.

"Eat that... HNNNG-"

PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

RIght on my mouth. It rumbled deeply by it's bassiness, and I can't even start with the taste. Terrible. I gagged and suffocated, passing out slowly, the last words I heard were: "Bon appetit, loser haha."

Leo's POV

It worked! Now quick, before he wakes up, I need to get the next character ready...

I was never a bully, but yesterday I found his old diary, and he wrote about that a lot, luckily I practiced some sports and still have some of my team's old gear... at least smells like it's not washed since high school too, good lord.

I check myself on the mirror, and those are so tight too, got so much bigger. Pretty sure he will love it.

I come back to where I left him and see that he is waking up. Think of something bully-ish...

OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!

I easily rip a monstruous belch that takes him out of this lazy state in a second. Aa he opens his eyes, I make sure this the first thing he sees:

"Where am I?" He loosely asked.

"Where are you? In the locker room, loser. Now begin to do your job and sniff it!" I didn't give time for him to respond, I did. I sat on his face, full on his face. It kinda felt good to sense his nose finding his way into my crack, speacilly that I know he is secretely taking a big whiff of that... I could get used to this.

"Yeeah, take a big whiff of that..." I said as I felt my stomach churn wildly because of my earlier breakfast. Now was time for his real lunch.

HNNG.... FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT... it bubbled and rumbled so disgustingly that I felt bad for his poor face.

Me, not the bully Leo. "No, no, no, I got a lot more..." I said as I refused to give him a breath of fresh air and push another nasty one... PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBBBBFFFFTTTT...

I lifted my ass a little just to have a look at his face and see if he is alright. Sweating, teary eyed, red from suffocating, and even though he managed to wink at me. Top tier bastard.

He was about to say something, and bully Leo took control. I descended my ass on his face again, and...

"Shouldn't have kept your mouth open, loser..." I enjoyed his feeble attempts to take me off of him, as I knew the next one was going to ne serious, I clenched my fists, closed my eyes and pushed real hard

"FART BOMB!" PBPBPBPBPPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBBBBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Edward's POV

The last one felt like a punch, I'm never feeding him milk and eggs at the morning, I fear for my life. But let me ask again...

"Where am I?" I hear footsteps into the room, and he comes in... now in a suit. I'm sure he wants to kill me.

"Mr. Rogers, you failed the last exam. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you."

"P-punish me? But I can assure you I'll study harder fir the next one, please!"

"If you get the answers right, I won't inflict you any punishment."

"But if I get it wrong?" I knew the answer and of course had to ask. He slowly descends to my level, face to face, answering me with long and deep belch.

OOOOOoooOOOOOUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrppppppp...Phoooshhh

And blowing it all afterwards.

"Understood? Now let's begin." Leo turns around and points his ass to my face. "Mr. Rogers, could you answer about..."

He proceeded to ask, and the only thing I could pay attention was this:

"Unfortunately oogling at my ass is not the right answer, mr. Rogers." He finished his sentence with a bang, farting full and real loud on my face.

FFRDRDRFFFFFFFRFRRRFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

My boyfriend and I loved each other, but we were struggling in the bedroom. He was a dominant and aggressive top. I had always fantasized about submitting to someone like him, but in practice, it wasn't working out. We tried bondage. We tried role playing. We tried all sorts of kinks and fetishes, but I always felt awkward. I suppose I was a bit more old fashioned than I cared to admit. Because in spite of my fantasies, I still wanted someone who would be loving and caring and affectionate.

Last year, on my birthday, my boyfriend insisted that we go out to the bars to celebrate. I wasn't really feeling it, but he said he wanted to get me lubed up to help lower my inhibitions, and that he had some plans in store for me when we got home. Desperate to make our relationship work, I agreed and we went out. He must have conspired with most of the patrons in the bar, because everyone was buying me drinks that night. I got so drunk I blacked out.

It was late afternoon the next day before I finally woke up. I immediately noticed that my wrists were restrained - I was handcuffed to the bed. I opened my eyes and - though fuzzy - I could see my boyfriend standing in front of me at the foot of the bed. He looked pissed and he was holding something in his hand. Right around this time, I realized that my shorts... and the bed, for that matter, were soaking wet. I struggled a bit and asked what was going on.

My boyfriend explained to me that he had spent the whole morning doing laundry and cleaning. Apparently, I got so drunk at the bar that I pissed my pants. He said he was humiliated and brought me home immediately. I pissed my pants again on the ride home and obviously got his car seat all wet. And then again shortly after he got me into the house, but I got the carpet all wet, too. He dumped my body in the bathtub while he tried to clean up. Afterward, he checked on me and I hadn't pissed anymore. He figured I had emptied my bladder and it was safe to put me to bed. But he was wrong and I had wet the bed overnight, too.

My boyfriend insisted that I would be wearing diapers for a while. I protested and struggled. I was awake now. I was sober (more or less). This wasn't going to happen again. But he had spent so much time cleaning up after my accidents that he would not listen to me. He stripped my shorts off, then climbed on top of me and pinned my legs down with his knees. I continued to struggle, but to no avail. He put me in an adult diaper. I was so humiliated that it didn't even occur to me how strange it was that he just happened to have a diaper on hand for me to wear.

When he was done putting me in a diaper, he climbed off the bed, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of me. I panicked. He explained that the picture was insurance. He said that if he caught me removing the diaper without his permission, that the picture would go on Facebook. He uncuffed my hands from the bed. I was blackmailed, and so there was nothing I could do.

He kept me in diapers for several days. When we were apart, he texted me at random and made me prove that I was still wearing my diaper. Every diaper had a different design (where was he getting all of these?) and he made me take and send a selfie next to a clock to prove I was wearing it right then. Every time I asked him to let me out, he simply refused. Then, after about a week, he said he would consider letting me out of diapers if I could pass a test and prove that I didn't need them anymore. But the tests he gave me were impossible and all that I succeeded in doing was dehydrating myself. If I complained that it was unfair, he whipped out his phone and threatened to post those photos.

After a few weeks, I stopped struggling and just sort of gave up. I didn't try to hold it in. I just soaked my diaper whenever I felt the need to. After a couple of months, I was pissing in my diaper without even realizing it. And a short time later, it started happening in my sleep, too. I had become dependent on diapers.

Not only was I dependent on my diapers, but I had grown fond of them, too. They were a lot more comfortable than my old underwear. They were so soft and thick and snug and warm and squishy. And I loved how silky-smooth the plastic felt.

I also stopped struggling against my boyfriend when he changed my diapers. In fact, I actually started to look forward to changing time. As humiliating as it was in the beginning, I came to realize that it was a very intimate ritual. When he changed my diapers, I felt exposed and vulnerable, but also aroused.

And that's when it hit me. This was his plan all along. He set me up to have those accidents on my birthday. He wanted to force me into diapers, which he had already purchased and stashed away until he needed them. The impossible tasks he gave me to try to win back my freedom - he had no intention of ever letting me out of diapers.