"Fuck him against his desk, Dan."
"Mommy please..." he pleaded, staring at my phone pointed right at the two of them.
"I said fuck him!" I barked.
Matt was whimpering and sniffling. He'd just dropped a fat load into his diaper, and the stench was permeating through the office.
They weren't this whiney and pathetic when they came into my office a month ago, a glint in their eye like they had the illest of intentions. I don't remember who groped me first. Maybe it was Matt, maybe it was Dan, maybe it was both at the same time.
"No one will believe you." They said. "It's your word against ours."
But they were too damn stupid to notice I was in the middle of a zoom call with HR. The entire thing was caught on video. Cindy--who I was on the call with--wanted to fire them immediately and press charges, but I had bigger, better plans.
I'd read somewhere on the internet about one of the most effective ways of punishing a man. They say nothing strips them of their manhood quite like being stripped down and put in a pair of pampers. I still remember the looks on their faces when I put each of them in one. The look on Matt's face when he begged and begged to use the toilet, but the threat of the video being sent to every prospective employer in town--as well as the police--kept them in line. Dan was the first to use it. I remember that. He'd been holding it for so long, I was worried he'd have a blowout on his first ever poopy diaper. Matt followed soon after. They were both raining tears on the tile when I made them hump the floor.
It was meant to be a one time thing. I'd posted the video online, just on one of those fetish sites, just to humiliate them that it was out there. But I had no idea it would be received like it was. I was getting requests left and right. An influx of cash, donations, viewers. The first livestream of them giving each other a hand job through their pissy pampers made me over $2,000. And each successive stream has only increased since.
That was a month ago. Dan and Matt had mostly gotten used to their diapers, but every new scenario my viewers drew up drove them further and further into extreme humiliation.
"Grab his hips, Dan." I commanded.
Matt cringed as Dan stepped forward, placing his hands on either side of Matt's soiled diaper. Both of their bottom lips jutting out and quivering.
"You should be fucking thanking me for unlocking you!" I reminded them.
"Thank you Mommy!!" They both said in unison, obviously terrified I would change my mind.
It was another punishment method I picked up. Did you know they made little cages you can put around men's cocks to keep them from cumming? Did you know how easy it is to control a man when you control his orgasms? I certainly didn't.
If I had it my way, the boys would never be unlocked. Serves them right for being filthy little pervs in the first place. But it makes for a better stream when they've both been deprived and are finally given the chance to cum again. They're much more horny and desperate, even if they pretend not to be for the camera.
"Push against him, Dan," I encouraged, "Push against Matty's mushy tushy!"
Matt groaned as Dan pressed his pissy pamper into him, spreading the filth around.
"Let's see it." I said, and off they went.
Dan bucked his little hips, driving his diaper into Matt's dirty one, swishing it back and forth. Trying to get any sort of friction with the slick plastic coating. It was quite the sight, two little diaper bitches pretending to fuck each other with their soiled diapers between them.
"Don't just sit there like a dead fish, Matty!" I snapped, "Fuck him back!"
Matt whimpered as he started rocking back into Dan's driving hips, wriggling back and forth. It was a cacophony of crinkling as the pampered pervs went at it.
"Can you feel his dick, Matty? Can you feel Danny's winky in his wittle pampurrs? Can you feel him through the mess you made??"
Matt nodded, his face screwed up and red with shame. "Yes, Mommy!!"
"Reach your hand around, Danny boy! Don't be rude! Give Matty some love too!"
Danny didn't break rhythm as he brought his arm around Matt's waist and started rubbing the front of his diaper as he 'fucked' him.
"You better make him cum first, Dan. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mommy!" Dan replied, rubbing harder and faster.
I have to say, it was the most entertaining scene yet. My followers really were quite imaginative. I've never seen the boys more humiliated.
Their breathing intensified, their bumping and grinding became more aggressive, the urge was rising in both of them, I could see it. They were starting to lose focus, their little heads thinking only about their impending orgasms, they'd seem to have forgotten this was all being captured on film and streamed out to the masses.
"Unh unh unh!!" Matt moaned with every thrust of Dan behind him. Dan was really working Matt's diaper. He must have been close himself, so he was trying to finish his partner before he slipped up and got himself in trouble.
Their panting grew heavier, their moans grew louder.
"Can I cum, Mistress?" Matt begged, arching his back and driving backwards into Dan. "PLEASE can I cum??"
Matt tilted his head back to the ceiling and let out a satisfied groan, spurting his pathetic load inside his already loaded pampers. Dan followed shortly after.
Their bumping and humping slowed down, and so did their breathing. Dan stepped backward.
"Uh...what do you think your doing?" I asked with a sharp tone.
Both the boys looked confused, wide-eyed like two deer in headlights.
"Did I tell you you could stop??"
They both looked at each other.
"Switch places." I ordered.
The boys scrambled to obey. Dan bending over the desk as Matt positioned himself behind him. They seemed even less enthused than they did before. Their post-nut clarity sinking in. The humiliation washing over them.
"You will stop when I tell you to stop." I said. "Now let's see who makes the better bottom and top!"
