The Pretty Boy's Dominance, Part 7

The four of them loved their new house and their new life together. Harley now had three diapered, handsome, muscular jocks to serve him whenever he wanted. Zac and Hunter practically worshipped him and were always happy to blow him or take his load up their asses, but Mateo needed special attention to stay interested. He wanted to get off at least once a day, so Harley would often suck him off after he'd showered and before diapering him. The pretty twink even let Mateo fuck him. Then he got the idea of making one of the other guys take care of him, and the three of them would take turns pleasuring him. Happy to be getting such regular action, even if it was from guys, the stocky athlete soon got used to wearing and using diapers. He even started to enjoy sucking Harley's cock.

The extra work the pretty boy had to put in to Mateo was worth it. After watching his athletic slaves humiliate themselves by filling their diapers, he got his rocks off twice a day every day. Sometimes he would choose one of them and fuck his mouth or his ass, and other times, he would have two or even all three of them making love to his body at once. He felt like he was living in a dream.

But then he would go to the college and see his subs mingling with the other fit young guys, and it irritated him that he couldn't have Zac, Hunter, and Mateo padded for practice and games. He wanted them to be truly 24/7 diaper-boys, and as much fun as it was to have three of them to play with, he found he wanted more. He set his sights on Jamal, a tall, thin guy with dark skin and a very finely-cut physique. Harley sensed no queerness in Jamal, so he expected seducing him would be hard to do. Then he realized it could be a simple matter of timing.

Harley told his three boys when he wanted and gave them the task of befriending Jamal. They quickly learned that he didn't have a girlfriend, which played to Harley's advantage, and then they kept him busy for a few days to prevent him from hooking up with anyone. Harley gave them money and let them out of their diapers for the time being, and they all took him to movies, bars, and restaurants. Every time he started to approach a girl, they would find a way to stop him in his tracks, intentionally cockblocking him. Between the three of them, they kept him up late and woke him up early. After a couple of days of this, Harley went along with the four of them to a restaurant, sitting right across from Jamal and looking androgynous and sexy. He got the player's attention too.

"You hang out with these guys a lot?"

Harley smiled mysteriously. "Yeah, quite a bit."

"That's cool. We usually don't have towel boys hang with us, but you seem chill."

Yeah, he definitely had Jamal's interest. He kept it throughout the evening but made an excuse to cut out when the player wanted to keep talking. The timing wasn't right yet. He wanted to put the athlete into just the right position, and he believed he knew how to do that.

The next day, he instructed Zac, Hunter, and Mateo to encourage Jamal to drink lots of water at practice. "Hand him cups and bottles when he gets hot and tired. Prompt him, and he'll drink."

He was right. They kept giving Jamal water, and he kept drinking it. He had to run off the field to the bathroom during a break, so they knew it was working. All they had to do was carry out the other half of the plan, and Harley would take care of the rest. When practice was over, the three of them gathered around and started talking and joking with their new friend, keeping him engaged and busy while the rest of the team hit the showers. Mateo handed him another bottle of water as he cracked one open for himself. They stood on the field for close to half an hour before Jamal said he really had to piss, and they all headed into the field house. As soon as he got inside, Jamal ran to the nearest toilet and just got his pants down before his pee gushed into the bowl. Relieved, he stripped his pads and uniform off and stepped under the shower.

Meanwhile, Harley was busy cleaning up, and his three subs peed and showered just like their target had. When the locker room was mostly clean and the other players had split, Harley took his shirt off, exposing his thin body, and positioned himself where Jamal would see him as soon as he walked out of the showers, making himself look busy. It wasn't long before Jamal walked out, still somewhat wet and carrying his wet towel.

Looking somewhat embarrassed, he stopped briefly. "Oh, hey, Harley. What's up?"

The twink greeted Jamal by nodding in his direction. "Just wrapping up here and waiting on your towel."

"Sure. Here you go." The player handed it over and added with a glance at Harley's bare chest. "Hot?"

Harley smiled charmingly as he stared directly into the other boy's eyes. "You think so? Thanks."

"Oh, uh . . ."

The twink took a step forward. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?"

"Uh, nah, it's cool. I just . . ."

"Just feel pretty hot yourself after that workout?"

Jamal chuckled. "Yeah, that's right."

"I see it's paying off." Harley gestured at the player's large, round pecs and well-cut abs, which were flanked by thick arms.

"Uh, thanks. I--"

"Oh! You really are hot!" The sexy twink's eyes had drifted farther down and come to rest at Jamal's midsection, where his cock was already semi-hard.

The player looked embarrassed again. "Well, you know, sometimes after a big workout, you just kinda get carried away."

"I know exactly what you mean. Don't worry about it." Harley suddenly sank to his knees and wrapped his lips around the shaft.

Jamal flinchd but moaned in pleasure as soon as he felt the twink's tongue on his sensitive head, accepting the blowjob and getting into it. Harley slowed down and started taking his time, teasing the player's cock and drawing it out, waiting. He'd been at it for a long time when the athlete said rather breathlessly, "I don't want to stop you, but I really gotta piss." Hearing what he'd been waiting for, the sly twink sped up, focusing on the glans and doing what he knew would get Jamal there faster. The athlete's hips started to buck, and his moans built to a yell. Harley anticipated what would come next and got out of the way as Jamal's cock began shooting thick globs of cum. As his orgasm tapered off, the player, weak in the knees from cumming, suddenly grabbed his dick and whimpered as a thick stream of piss suddenly shot out of it. Unable to stop himself, Jamal stood trembling slightly as his bladder fully emptied onto the floor in front of him. Harley stood watching, grinning in amusement as Jamal apologized. The stream finally stopped after a minute or so, leaving a large puddle on the floor.

Harley put a hand on his new friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, I know just what to do. Come in here to the lockers while I get my bag." Jamal tried to protest when he saw the diaper, but Harley shushed him. "We don't want you to have any more accidents, do we? It's okay, this will keep you dry." As he slipped it under Jamal's hips, he called to the other three boys, who were standing guard outside the locker room, and told them to clean up the puddle while he finished up on the bench. Again, Jamal, who was shocked and mortified to see the other guys, tried to stop him, but Harley shushed him as if he were a silly little boy. Once he was done, he diapered the other three and told them to get dressed. Now he had four athletic diaper-boys all to himself.