High School Reunion

Story 3 of 3, Post 33 of 33 for April

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Josh Pell was relieved to see that his next appointment was his last one for the day. He looked at his phone to check the address and put it in his map app, glancing at the customer's name: Rantzen. That was funny because he'd gone to school with a guy named Rantzen, a skinny, quiet little nerd everyone used to laugh at. But this couldn't possibly be the same guy, even though Rantzen is a very unusual name. It had to be a very strange coincidence. Josh also read the summary of Rantzen's complaint: an outlet in the bedroom isn't working, which is where an electrician like Josh came in. He put his van in gear and began to follow the route the computerized voice gave him, calling the customer as he began to drive.

"Hello?" A man's voice.

"Hey, this is Josh from Firefly Electric. I'm headed your way. Looks like I'll be there in about half an hour."

"Okay, thanks."

Was it his imagination, or did that guy sound familiar? Nah, couldn't be. And even if he was Michael Rantzen, so what? High school was almost ten years ago. Things had changed since then, and Michael had probably moved on from what happened. Even if he hadn't, what could he do, a little dude like that? Josh would just be professional and friendly and act like everything was fine, and it would be. And that's if it was Michael, which it couldn't be.

Josh found the address and parked at the curb in front of a moderate-sized white house that was in good shape. He got out of the van with his bag, walked up to the door, and rang the bell. From somewhere inside, he heard Mr. Rantzen call out, "Come in!" Josh let himself into the house and looked around tentatively. "Mr. Rantzen?"

"Sorry I can't greet you right now. I've got my hands full. The bedroom's the first one on your right upstairs. It's the outlet in the corner by the window that's not working."

"Okay, I'll go take a look at it."

Josh didn't give a shit about being greeted. He was there to do a job, and that was all he cared about. He started up the stairs to do what he'd come for. He found the bedroom easily and walked right in, looking it over for a second before he spotted the outlet he was there to work on. He walked over and knelt beside it, setting his bag down and opening it up.

"Hey, Josh. Remember me?"

He jumped at the sound of the voice and turned to see a muscular man with wide shoulders slightly taller than him standing between him and the doorway. He looked at the man's face for a moment and recognized it. "Michael?! Oh my god, man, you sure have changed!"

"Yeah, I'm not a little guy you can push around anymore, am I?"

"Hey, man, you're not still mad about that shit that happened in school, are you? That was a long time ago."

Michael laughed. "Yeah, it's been a few years, hasn't it? I guess it's really convenient for you to forget the way you used to treat me like shit just because I was smaller than you and you could get away with it."

"All right, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that shit. Kids are stupid; they do stupid things."

Michael smirked. "Yeah, they do. They do stupid, reckless things without thinking about the future."

"Yeah. So, I'll take a look at your outlet here and--"

"There's nothing wrong with that outlet."

". . . What?"

"It's really easy to find someone these days, figure out where they work. If you know what you're doing, you can figure out WHEN they work. You can also call and request a certain technician because you know them and trust them."

Josh's heart was beating faster now. "Okay, so what's this about? Did you get me here to beat my ass?"

Michael only smiled in reply.

"You know, people know where I am."

"Yeah, that won't be a problem."

"Look, man, I said I was sorry!"

"You're sorry because you think you're about to get the shit kicked out of you."

"I think? So, you're not going to beat me up?"

Michael smiled again. "Well, you have to admit you deserve to be punished. You don't deny that, do you?"

"What are you talking about?"

In a flash, the larger man's demeanor changed entirely, darkening. "I'm talking about making you pay for what you did to me all those years ago. I spent years building my muscles up, making myself strong, and planning this. And now, you're gonna get what you deserve."

"What are you gonna do to me?" Josh tried to keep the fear out of his voice, but he could tell he was talking to a deranged and dangerous man.

"I told you: you need to be punished."

With that, Michael grabbed his arm, gripping it tightly, and pulled him to him as he sat on an armchair behind him. Josh struggled and fought but couldn't break Michael's grip, and then he felt himself being turned and pushed down onto the other man's thighs. He understood what was happening once he was in position. He continued to fight, yelling and swearing to be let go.

"Yell all you want," Michael said. "In case you didn't notice, this house doesn't have any others close to it, and I put sound-dampeners in these walls. No one will hear you."

He fumbled at Josh's belt, unfastening it and tugged his pants down, followed by his boxer-briefs. Then, while holding Josh down with one hand, Michael brought his other hand down on his bare ass with a hard, loud smack. Josh yelped in pain and shock, and then another smack landed on his cheeks. Michael got into it then, delivering several more smacks in rapid succession to his ass, the stinging pain increasing with every slap. It hurt so much that tears began to fill Josh's eyes and then run out of them, but the spanking continued.

"This will go on until you promise to be a good boy and do what you're told," Michael said.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The spanking continued until Josh began to really cry. He couldn't take it anymore. It was humiliating, but he couldn't get free, and he couldn't stop it. He was completely at his former classmate's mercy.

"Ow! Stop! Stop, I'll be good! Please stop! Please, I'll be good, I promise! I'll be good!" Josh blubbered.

The spanking immediately stopped. "There. That's what Daddy likes to hear."

Daddy?

"You just needed to be shown who was in charge. Now, we can get you dressed properly."

Josh was still too upset to understand that last bit, but he began to feel new fear as he was picked up and carried over to the nearby bed.

Michael must have seen the expression on his face. "Now, don't worry. As long as you're good and you do what Daddy says, you won't get hurt anymore."

"What are you going to do to me?" Josh gasped, still crying.

"I told you: I have to get you dressed."

He set Josh down and began removing his uniform.

"Why are you UNDRESSING me?"

"Because that's what I have to do first."

He stripped Josh's clothes off and then pulled off his underwear.

"Please. Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't," Josh begged.

Michael smiled. "It's okay, baby. You'll get used to it."

Josh began to panic as he concluded he was about to be raped, but then he saw the other man pull a large diaper and some baby powder out of a drawer. He wasn't sure which was worse. "No, please. Please don't make me wear that."

"Oh, you're wearing it. Unless you want another spanking. Unless you want the video of me spanking you going on social media. Is that what you want?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. So, you're going to wear your diapers from now on, and you're going to use them and be my baby so you never get all cocky and arrogant again. You'll always be humble because you'll always be diapered. Now, let's get this on you."

Powerless to stop it from happening, Josh continued to cry as his former classmate, his former bullying victim, grabbed his ankles and lifted his ass in the air, powdering him and taping him into the diaper. When it was done, he knew his life as he knew it was too.

"There," Michael said. "All padded and protected from any accidents. Now, the real fun can begin. Don't worry, though. I have a feeling you won't be alone too long."

What did he mean by that? Did he have other intended victims on his list? Was he going to do the same thing to more of their old classmates? Was there any way out of this? Josh looked down at the thick, bulky diaper and for the first time truly regretted what he'd done to Michael in the past. But it was too late for that.