The wager seemed harmless enough, the kind of thing college guys did behind closed doors for shits and giggles when they weren't drinking, studying, or arguing with their girlfriends over Messenger. And Mason made the offer that Travis couldn't refuse: the keys to Mason's Porsche for the week of Spring break if Travis could prove he didn't need to be kept in diapers 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
And it wasn't like they both hadn't been forced into diapers during Rush week. Delta Pi Rho, the frat that had black balled them both, routinely used diaper humiliation as part of their hazing ritual. Still, it was odd--they were both straight and the wager was clearly one that Mason knew he would lose.
"OK. Explain it to me one more time," Travis said as he took another swig of his beer.
Mason focused on rolling another joint as he went over the details again. "Alright, but it really is just like I said. Every night for a week, at exactly midnight, I am going to put you in a diaper. Before I do, you can go to the bathroom. But once you are in the diaper, you have to wear it until eight in the morning. If you can stay dry the whole night for one week, you get the keys to the Porsche for spring break. You can drive it down to Florida and everything "
Travis smiled and took another drink. "And if I can't stay dry?"
Mason sparked up the j, hit it, and passed it to his roommate. "Bye bye big boy underwear. You'll be in diapers 24 hours a day, 7 days a week from then on. Under your khakis. Under your jeans. Under your shorts. At class. At the gym. At work. I will check your diaper throughout the day and change you when you need changing. Oh--you'll also have to call me daddy from then on."
Travis hit the joint and mulled it over in his mind. He wasn't a bedwetter; the last time he'd had that kind of accident was when he was sick with the flu in third grade. Maybe Mason was bisexual or just enjoyed playing kinky games--it didn't matter. A week sleeping in diapers was fine and if his best friend got a cheap thrill out of it, that was fine. There was just one problem...
As if reading his mind, Mason waved his hand dismissively. "Bethany and Amanda won't be coming around anytime soon. They won't be back from Baltimore until after break and I think me and Amanda are over. She doesn't like sucking cock and I've been planning to break up with her since Christmas. So, even after spring break neither of them will be coming over."
Travis hit the joint again and shook his head. "But why won't Bethany come over?"
"Well, how are you going to explain to her that you need your daddy to keep in you Pampers 24/7, baby boy?' Mason laughed
Travis smirked. "If you lose your girlfriend And Iose mine, I guess we'll have to suck each other's dicks."
"Well, you'll be sucking mine. I mean, diapers are expensive and I am going to be footing the bill for them for the rest of your life, so sucking me off is the least you could do." Mason said as he hit the joint again. He extended his right hand.
Travis took his roommate's extended palm in his own and gave it a firm shake. "Bet. So, when do we start?"
Mason looked at his phone. "One hour and fifteen minutes."
Travis grinned, "Oh? You already have a pack of diapers?"
Mason nodded as a thick white cloud poured from his nostrils. "And one more rule: When you are home with me, you wear nothing but your diaper. Once the diaper goes on tonight, no shorts, no pajamas, no shirt. Just you in your diaper. And if you lose the bet, that rule stays. Got it?"
Travis nodded. "I am so looking forward to a week with your car."
"Stand right there. Don't move. I need to get everything ready for you."
Travis stood by the foot of Mason's bed in his gym shorts. He watched in disbelief as Mason went to his closet and pulled out a pack of medium sized adult diapers. As the other boy pulled one from the pack, Travis was both amused and slightly horrified to see that they were white with cartoon animals all over them--lions, zebras, parrots, and hippos. It was clear his roommate had planned this for some time.
Mason spread the diaper open on his bed then reached into his nightstand to produce a bottle of talc and a tube of lotion. With a quick shake, Mason gave the interior of the diaper a generous dusting of powder.
"Come here." Mason said, and Travis moved to stand directly in front of his roommate.
Travis suddenly realized that he had always thought Mason was his own height and build, but now the other boy seemed taller, broader in the shoulders, and much stronger. His roommate was certainly more handsome and had a bigger cock by at least an inch, but Travis never found his friend to be intimidating until now.
Mason reached out, grabbed Travis's shorts by the waistband, and yanked them down to his ankles. Instinctively Travis stepped out of them even as he started to speak, "Hey, I don't think this--'
Mason silenced him with a stern glare before ordering him in a soft voice, "Get in my bed. Lie down on the diaper. Don't speak."
Travis couldn't resist. He wanted to leave, but found himself obedient to Mason's every word. He climbed into his roommate's bed and positioned his butt over the diaper before gingerly laying his whole body against the mattress, the soft crepidation of the plastic shell sending a chill along his spine and making his cock twitch.
Mason smirked as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He applied a small amount of lotion to his fingers and began to massage Travis's cock. "You will spend the night in bed with me. That way you can't take off the diaper without my knowing."
Travis opened his mouth to protest but the sight of his athletic, blonde roomie rubbing lotion onto his slowly hardening dick left him speechless.
Before he was fully erect, Mason stopped, removed the gloves, grabbed the front of the diaper, and pulled it up and over Travis's crotch. Mason pulled the diaper tight and quickly taped the lower tapes, then the upper ones. "Good boy. Now, come here."
Mason took Travis by the hand and guided him out of bed. He positioned the other boy to stand in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. Mason put his arm around Travis's waist and told him, "that looks good on you. That looks really good on you. Do you see the lion? Can you point to the lion on your diaper for Daddy? Point to the lion."
Travis couldn't explain why but he found himself looking down, suddenly confused about which animal was a lion. He reached out with a hesitant finger and found the cat and touched the plastic. It crinkled as he did so and that sent another chill along his back.
"Good boy," Mason said. He took Travis by the hand once more and guided him back towards his bed. Travis climbed inside under the covers as Mason put away the talcum powder and the lotion.
"One more thing," Mason said as he closed his nightstand. In his hand was an oversized pacifier which he popped into his roommate's mouth. "Get used to sucking that. Later, you'll have bigger things to suck on."
Travis woke up to Mason gently nudging his shoulder. Sunlight was streaming through the blinds.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Mason pulled the covers back and reached out to grope the thick, swollen crotch of Travis's very wet diaper.
Travis wanted to protest. He wanted to accuse Mason of putting something in his beer, of lacing the weed with some diuretic, but deep down he knew that would be a lie. He let the pacifier fall from his mouth as Mason's erect cock slowly slid past his hungry and waiting lips.
"A bet is a bet," Mason said. "And this is your life from now on. But don't cry little guy. I've already had the papers drawn up. Next week, instead of going to Florida, we'll take a little trip over to the courthouse and finalize this legally. I'm going to adopt you and then you will have to call me Daddy for the rest of your life."
Travis looked up into the eyes of his new daddy. The thought of being kept in diapers and reduced to being nothing more than a cocksucker for his roommate made him extremely happy for reasons he could not explain. That is why he took the bet. He knew this now. It was never about the car. It was about finding true love and knowing his place in another man's life.
