The beginning of Diaper Humiliation

It didn't take long before he was at his breaking point and he released himself all over the girl who was jacking him off, he thought that the scenario would be over now but instead Sarah cam back into vison with a wicked grin. Now, how should we punish you for coming without permission. What do you think, boys? More spankings or something else?” John could feel all the hunger eyes on him and could only wait in anticipation for what’s to come.

It didn't take long before he reached his breaking point and released himself all over the girl who was pleasuring him. He thought the scenario would be over, but then Sarah came back into view with a wicked grin. "Now, how should we punish you for coming without permission? What do you think, boys? More spankings or something else?"

John could feel all the hungry eyes on him and could only wait in anticipation for what was to come. His mind raced, wondering what form the punishment would take. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of his heavy breathing. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement, his heart pounding in his chest.

Suddenly, one of the boys stepped forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think we should make him beg for it," he suggested, and the others nodded in agreement. Sarah's grin widened as she approached John, her eyes never leaving his. "You heard him, John. Beg for your punishment," she commanded, her voice low and commanding.

John hesitated for a moment, but the intensity of the situation left him with ****. "Please, punish me," he whispered, his voice trembling. Sarah laughed softly and nodded in approval. "Good boy," she said, before turning to the others. "Let's give him what he deserves."

The anticipation was almost unbearable as John waited for what was to come next. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the unknown. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension and expectation.

Then, another voice broke the silence. "Let's put him in a diaper to humiliate him," someone suggested, and a murmur of agreement spread through the group. John's eyes snapped open in shock. "No, please, not that," he protested, his voice filled with desperation. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Sarah smirked and nodded. "A diaper it is, then," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. John struggled, trying to resist, but the others quickly overpowered him. His protests grew louder, but no one listened. They moved with practiced efficiency, stripping him down and securing the diaper around him.

Humiliation washed over John as he lay there, helpless and exposed. The room erupted in laughter, the sound echoing in his ears. He felt a burning shame, his face flushing red. The punishment had begun, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Sarah leaned in closer to John, her voice dripping with mockery. "How do you feel now, all diapered up like a baby?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. John averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes. "Is the poor baby having a tantrum because he's hungry or because he needs a nap?" she continued, her tone condescending and cruel.

The room filled with more laughter at Sarah's words, and John felt his humiliation deepen. He wanted to disappear, to escape the mocking eyes and cruel words, but there was no escape. The only thing he could do was endure, hoping that the ordeal would end soon.