The Pretty Boy's Dominance, Part 4

Peeing in the diaper had been difficult for Hunter, but once he got his stream going and realized it wasn't going to leak, it was actually kinda nice to be able to pee in bed without getting everything wet. But the real pleasure was when he woke up the next day to find his morning wood pressing against the soggy fluff on his crotch. It was warm and squishy, and he could feel ripples of pleasure as his hard dick slid across the material. He moaned as he rubbed himself through the plastic and wet padding.

"Feel good?" Harley smiled at him sleepily.

"Yeah," Hunter whispered lustily.

"I bet it does. I'll let you finish If you make me feel good."

"But I'm reeaally horny!"

"So am I." He lifted the sheets off, revealing his own cock standing at attention.

"Well, you do have a really nice, tasty dick."

"That's a good boy."

Hunter moved around on the bed and practically dove onto Harley's cock, energetically licking and slurping, pausing a couple of times to savor the taste of the twink's precum. Harley rubbed the back of his head as he bobbed up and down, now more turned on than before. He automatically rubbed the front of his diaper, but the demanding twink stopped him with a gentle slap of his hand. To keep himself out of trouble, Hunter moved his hand to his dominant partner's balls and began gently stroking and rolling them as he sucked away on the impressive knob. After just a couple of minutes, he heard a loud, sharp breath as the thin body beneath him tensed up, and he knew his reward was on its way. He continued to bob and up down as Harley's dick spasmed in his mouth and began shooting gobs of warm cum onto his tongue and into his throat. He gratefully swallowed it until the spasms subsided and the twink laid back, spent.

Beside them, Zac said, "You know, you could've shared."

Hunter let the softening cock slip from his lips and looked up. "You were asleep, and I wanted to jack off. He said I had to make him cum first."

Zac laughed. "Get used to that. But now what do I get?"

Harley replied sleepily. "You can jack off with Hunter."

As hard and horny as his fellow player, Zac agreed to that and started rubbing his crotch while Hunter did the same. Within seconds, the two of them started panting together, and they moaned loudly as they started pumping their loads into their diapers. Harley chuckled as he glanced at the two of them, muscular athletes pleasuring themselves in soggy diapers because he wanted them to. He knew Zac was already enjoying his diapers and the convenience they gave him, and he saw that same potential in Hunter. They all laid there for a bit, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

After a few minutes, Zac started to fidget, and Harley noticed immediately.

"Something wrong?"

"I, uh-- It's time."

Hunter looked over. "Time for what?"

"So go ahead," Harley grinned.

"I don't want to in front of Hunter."

"I don't care."

The newcomer asked again. "Time for what?"

Harley looked at him mischievously. "He has to shit."

"You mean, he's gonna go in his diaper?"

As Hunter asked the question, Zac farted loudly, his face bright red.

"Of course! Why would I have you guys wear diapers if I didn't mean for you to use them?"

Hunter made a face as his friend's diaper began to fill just a little bit away from him on the bed. "Aw, man, that's gross!"

"It's too bad you feel that way because you're gonna be the one to clean him up."

"Me?! No way, man! Fuck that, I'm not changing a grown man's shitty diaper."

Harley sat up on the bed and moved closer, putting his face right in front of Hunters, their lips almost touching. He whispered seductively, "Yes, you are. You got the prize this morning. Zac didn't, and if you want to keep enjoying my cock, you'll do what I tell you, and that includes changing your friend's messy diaper."

Hunter shook his head. "I can't-- can't do that. I'm sorry." He stood up and ripped off the wet diaper and scrambled for his clothes as Harley watched, a cocky half-grin on his face. He fastened his jeans as he ran out of the apartment, his bag slung over his shoulder.

At practice that afternoon, Harley showed up wearing a tight blue shirt that rode just above the waist of his jeans, which were skin-tight skinny jeans. His round, firm ass was on full display, and his package bulged. Hunter did a double-take when he saw the twink's outfit and couldn't take his eyes off the smaller boy. Harley was oblivious to him, going about his business without even glancing at the smitten athlete. But of course he knew he was being watched. He moved smoothly, confidently, smugly. From time to time, he would brush a lock of his curly hair away from his face or reach out so his shirt rode up to expose a bit of skin. Hunter was going crazy looking at him, and he finally decided he couldn't take it anymore.

He walked up to Harley and said in a low voice, "Please let me come back. I'll do anything, anything you say."

The twink gave him a victorious look. "Hang back when everyone else leaves."

"Okay."

"Okay WHAT?"

"Okay, Sir."

Once all the other players except for Zac had left the locker room, Harley sat down and called Hunter over to him. Thinking he was going to give the pretty young man a blowjob, he walked right over.

"Lie down across my lap."

Hunter knew where this was heading, and he wasn't comfortable with it, but he reluctantly obeyed. He was a little too big for Harley's legs, so he had to partially support himself by putting his hands on the floor. He felt his shorts and underwear being tugged down, exposing his bare ass, and then came the first stinging slap. He yelped as Harley brought his hand down hard, the sound echoing throughout the room, his hand leaving a bright red mark on the bare flesh. He was left no time to recover as the second blow came down, just as hard as the first, and then another and another in rapid succession.

Harley spoke as he spanked him, "When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it! Is that clear?"

"Ow! Yes, sir!"

"If you want my dick, you're gonna be a good boy! Say it!"

"I-- Ow!-- I'll be a good boy! I'll do what you say!"

"That's better. Keep your pants down and lie on the bench here." Hunter did as he was told, his massive hard-on in full view while Zac looked on, while Harley got up and walked over to a bag he had hanging on a hook on the wall. He reached in and pulled out a diaper and a bottle of powder before walking back to the bench as he unfolded the diaper. "Zac, grab his feet, and lift them up for me." Hunter felt his ankles being grabbed and his feet pulled into the air, and he realized he was being diapered like a baby would as Harley slid the diaper under him. The twink sprinkled on some powder and taped it on. "Now, we're all gonna go home, and I expect this diaper to be used, wet and/or messy, by the time we get there."

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

The three of them turned to see Mateo, another one of the players standing in the doorway of the locker room, his face frozen in shock.