“Good job, baby! Very impressive! So athletic! That’s why you were senior athlete of the year! Yaaaaaay.”
Chris provided his mock cheers while watching his former bully Mark dangle from the playground equipment outside of the school where both graduated five years earlier.
Chris had plotted his revenge for years, all to get back at the bully who’d destroyed his school years. It was bad enough being a geeky 110-pounder. That alone had made him a target for Mark and his ilk. But one day Mark pantsed Chris and showed the whole school Chris’ diapers he’d had to start wearing due to anxiety and wetting issue. “Nice Pampers!” some nearby girls had said as everyone burs out laughing. By the time Chris pulled up his pants he had, indeed pissed them.
So he started plotting. Went to college, got an engineering degree, was making something of his life. But always he remembered his tormentor. Then he found a girl online and started talking to her and she got into his revenge plans and even wanted to help. She took it upon herself to play the key role, hooking up with Mark, bringing him home, sleeping with him, saving some cum in the rubber, then going back to him few days later with a simple blackmail statement: Do what your former classmate Chris says or she’s going to the police and claiming rape. Goodbye good life and good job, hello scandal and probably prison.
Chris promised the shell-shocked Mark–who barely remembered the dweeb until reminded of his misdeeds–the punishment would last just a few hours. “Not bad considering the six years of hell I endured.”
Mr. Jock would get to experience some ol’ fashion diaper discipline. The type Chris’ mom had done with him to try to snap him out of his nerdery. Hadn’t worked and he remembered every humiliating diaper change and wet diaper and wet diaper at night and he of course remembered most of all the public humiliation of being pantsed.
So he gave Mark some of that medicine. Stripped him and powdered him and played with the jock’s cock and taped him into his nice, thick didees. Babified him a bit. Gave him a bit of a spanking. Made him pee in them. Made him poop in them. Mark was devastated, destroyed, but told himself he could endure as long as it meant the blackmail ended.
Then they went in public. And what better place than their old stomping grounds! They walked around the high school and then finally to the playground. It was summer so school was out though a lot of lessons in humility were about to be learned. Wordlessly, Chris reached over and pantsed Mark, the same way he had been years earlier. Instinctively Mark tried pulling them up but Chris stopped him and warned him about the blackmail. “One more thing, so I don’t hear you whine.” With that he pulled out a paci and shoved it in the fag’s mouth.
“Now go play Pampers boy.”
Crying, Mark climbed the equipment, looking around for cars or walkers, all while Chris filmed him and directed him. “Go higher! Come down. Flip over!” Picture after picture, videos, everything.
Finally he let his subject down and allowed him to pull up his pants.
“You did it. See? You didn’t think you could but you did it. You’ve paid your penance.” With that he pulled the paci out, pulled his pants up and told Mark that there would be no more blackmail. He was free.
At least until Chris spread the pictures everywhere and everyone everywhere knew that Mark was a diaperboy and his life got ruined…
I love this!!!
