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Sorority Boys Chapter 4 - Rebate

Published: December 28th 2022, 5:47:14 pm

Caleb spent the whole night masturbating in his diaper. The scenes from the day were replaying in his head. Obviously the humiliating public tasks weren't his idea of a picnic, but he couldn’t get that beautiful girl out of his mind. Dana had smiled and understood his bizarre situation without so much as a second thought. He couldn’t have looked his best in a ridiculous diaper and outfit, but she didn’t seem put off. They had made a connection. Or, at least what Caleb thought was a connection. He wished he could have said more before he was hauled off kicking and screaming by those guards.

At first, Caleb figured they were campus police, until they stuffed a ball gag in his mouth and shoved him in the trunk of a car. He was brought back to the Theta house and this weird little nightmare resumed.

As Caleb deposited his 5th, or maybe his 6th load into his diaper. He wished he could take the stupid thing off, but his hands were still tied and mittened. Even if they weren’t,he saw what happened to Ben #6 when he was caught removing his diaper. Caleb could still hear Ben’s squeals as he received five swats of the paddle from every girl in the Sorority house.

Caleb cringed at the sticky warmth seeping into his padding. He still hadn’t kept up with his cribmate Chris, who had used Caleb’s leg, the railing, and anything else he could hump to appease his chronic masturbation. Caleb stuck to humping the mattress. The squeaks of his pampers on the plastic sheets could probably have been heard all throughout the house, but he didn’t care. He had days worth of build up to relieve, and he couldn’t stop imagining himself with Dana.

He’d gotten hardly any sleep at all before the lights of the basement came on. The other sissy pledges groaned groggily as they awoke. One by one, they were untied, let out of their cribs, and taken over to the changing mats.

“Looks like someone enjoyed themselves last night.” Sarah giggled, noticing how  misshapen his diaper was from the abuse it endured. The tapes were holding on by a thread, and the contents only confirmed her suspicions. “Did you go goo goo in your goodnites??” she teased, pointing to the sticky globs still present on the head of Caleb’s swollen penis.

He wanted to protest, to give her a piece of his mind, but there were two very big guards standing with their arms crossed, eyeing him. Caleb gulped in fear and just waited for his humiliating change to be finished.

The sissies were led upstairs and fed in their highchairs again. Caleb tried to remember the last time he was required to chew. The mushy texture of whatever was shoveled into his mouth was getting really old.

After the trays were unlocked, the sissies were arranged in their line, none of them very enthused about whatever humiliating event the girls had planned for them that day.

“You will all be pleased to learn,” Lauren announced, “that your next competition won’t take place…until later tonight.”

She’d let those last words hang into the air for several seconds, listening to sharp, hopeful intakes of breaths from the sissies, only to hear them collectively groan when they learned their reprieve would only last for another 12 hours or so.

“Until then,” Lauren continued,”We need to find something to keep you girls occupied.”

She motioned to the rest of the sorority sisters, who gleamed as they brought forth what they’d been holding: a set of sluttly looking, black, lacy maid outfits.

Lauren smiled with the rest of them, “It’s time you all clean house!”

******

Caleb scratched his shoulder where the lacy straps of the dress were rubbing him raw. How girls wore stuff like this on purpose was beyond him. Damn thing was bloody uncomfortable.

He blew the itchy strands of the wig they made him wear out of his face as he bent over to scrub the toilets. Caleb always thought of girls as the epitome of dainty and cleanliness, but some of these bathrooms looked like a crime scene. The toilet was absolutely disgusting.

“Bet you wish you could use one of those again, don’t you, diaper boy?” Danielle teased behind him. She’d been supervising the sissies that were cleaning the bathrooms to make sure they didn’t get any ideas. Caleb whimpered, hating that she was right. He missed being able to piss and shit without having to wear the warmth of it around until it turned cold. He hated that he couldn’t just flush it all away and be done with it.

After shining the toilet, the mirrors, and the countertops, Caleb was informed he could head down to the laundry room. Caleb’s high heels clanked as he descended the stairs, but he was a bit relieved to see two sissies already down there, one of them he knew very well.

Aaron and Caleb had been close friends since grade school. Aaron had always been good academically, he wasn’t a ‘nerd’ but that didn’t stop people from calling him one. Aaron had always been a bit shorter and fatter than everyone, so he was easy to pick on. When he was inevitably demeaned and bullied, Caleb would be the one to break it up. It wasn’t until Aaron hit puberty that he started to fill-out. He used his newfound stature to payback those who had previously wronged him, and Caleb was right there with him again. Soon, no one at school would mess with them.

Aaron would help Caleb with his grades and Caleb would give him a place to stay when Aaron’s parents were inevitably having a drunken, drug-fueled night of fighting. When it came time to go off to college, Aaron helped Caleb with his admissions essays, and Caleb (or, Caleb’s rich father) helped Aaron with tuition. They were stoked when they got into the same school, and even decided to pledge Delta Iota Kappa together. They hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk since this ordeal started.

“Hey,” Caleb said, joining Aaron at the hamper full of the girls’ clothes.

“Hey,” Aaron echoed, attempting to fold a halter top appropriately.

“This is all pretty nuts, right?”

Aaron scoffed, “That’s putting it lightly.”

Caleb moved in close, pretending to separate whites from colors, even though there wasn’t a Sister monitoring them. “Do you think…” Caleb whispered, “We can find a way to get out of here?”

Aaron gulped, tugging at the collar around his neck, making the tag reading his number “1” clank.

“It’s no use…” he muttered. “This thing is rigged to shock us if we so much as try to leave the perimeter. Not to mention, even if we do find a way to get out, the girls have enough dirt on us to ruin both our lives.”

Caleb sighed, knowing he was right. Even if they didn’t know about the questionable things he did before, there was plenty of humiliating blackmail held over their heads from their time in the Sorority.

“Pssst! Hey! You guys want some?” came a voice from the corner. It was the other sissy with them, Ben, #6. He was sifting through the hamper with a bunch of used panties in them. He pulled a couple out and gave them a deep sniff. He sighed satisfactorily while rubbing the front of his diaper. “Good stuff!” he squeaked.

“No…I'm good.” Caleb said. If he hadn’t spent the night humping and cumming in his diaper, he may have obliged, but he was far from horny at the moment.

Aaron was less cordial. “You dumbass, isn’t that what got us into this mess in the first place??”

Ben just shrugged, “Suit yourself, but we’re already pampered and sissified, might as well make the best of it. Also, stop acting like this is the worst thing in the world, you gotta admit, it’s kind of fun!” and he turned around, taking another deep inhale with one hand while the other crinkled back and forth on the front of his diaper.

“So watta you think they have planned for us tonight?” Aaron asked, trying to ignore the heavy breathing of Ben in the corner.

“I dunno,” Caleb frowned, trying to fold a fitted sheet, which he was beginning to realize was damn near impossible. “But whatever it is, let’s try to help each other win as best we can.”

******

“Welcome,” the announcer boomed, “To the next event in the Sorority Sissy Games!!”

The crowd roared and cheered. Caleb squinted under the lights of the football stadium. It wasn’t as packed with people as a normal gameday, but there were still plenty of observers to make Caleb uncomfortable. Probably every Fraternity and Sorority on campus had shown up to watch the spectacle. Caleb wondered if Dana was in the crowd too.

He noticed there were cameras at the corners. Were they filming this?? Who would be watching?? Surely they weren’t putting this on national television. It’s not like he’d ever heard of it, but the Sisters said this happens every year. What sort of underground sissy cult was pulling the strings?

“Today’s event will put the pledges through a series of obstacles.” The announcer's voice rang throughout the stadium,  “The sissies will be put into teams of three, to correspond with each leg of the race. They must carry the baton to the next member. However, the next sissy can not take it until he has made all three messes in his diaper. The diapers must stay on the contestants at all times, and must be on when they cross the finish line–they are not allowed to touch or remove their own diaper. First team to make it to the end will be set free!

The crowd roared and cheered, as if this was something they’d been waiting for all year. A rivalry game, a Superbowl, a World Cup.

We will now have the sissies assemble into teams, so that you can begin placing your bets!”

Caleb and Aaron immediately exchanged glances. It was obvious they would be on the same team, and Caleb felt better about having Aaron go through it with him. They searched around for someone else to join. Eric with his big dick bulging in his diaper seemed to be the most athletic, but he had already formed a group with his polar opposite Alex, who had the micropenis, and Brad, who thought he was god’s gift to women.

“What about the guy who’s always jerking it?” Aaron asked, nodding over to #7. Chris was already rubbing the front of his diaper in anticipation, but he was quickly scooped up by two others.

Soon, the only one left for Caleb and Aaron to link up with was the guy they’d met in the laundry room earlier that day: Ben.

“Hey guys! Long time no see!” Ben giggled to himself as he came over. Caleb and Aaron just grunted in agreement.

After the teams were decided, they were each handed different colored bonnets for each group of three.

“This is the last call to place your bets for the Pink, Blue, Yellow, or White team!” The announcer stated over the loudspeakers.

Caleb adjusted the Pink bonnet while going over the strategy with his team.

“I’ll go first,” Aaron said, “Work on getting those diapers filled before I get there.”

Ben and Caleb nodded. Caleb didn’t feel the need to use his diaper at all, probably from all the adrenaline. He was pretty confident this was his chance to go home and forget this whole mess.

“Ben will go last, that leg doesn’t look nearly as strength intensive.” Aaron continued. Ben nodded along without argument. He apparently didn’t take offense to him being weaker in stature.

“Be fast and play smart. Remember not to touch your own diaper.” Caleb said, trying to sound less nervous than he was.

They put their hands in, like they were about to go into a match. Then they exchanged glances, not really knowing what to say.

“Go..team pink?” It was more of a question than a resounding statement to get them pumped, but they dropped their hands anyway.

“See you guys on the other side,” Aaron said.

******

As soon as the horn sounded, Aaron broke into a run as fast his diaper would allow.  He could hear the crowd whooping and cheering him on, or was it for the others? He waddled his way to the first obstacle which, coincidentally, had him waddling through a set of tires on the ground. The tires were painted to look like those bright colored rings toddlers stack on a stand. Sure enough, after stutter-stepping through them, there was a sign with a set of directions:

“Stack the rings on the pole to show your PRIDE”

It took a while for Aaron to figure out what that meant. But after seeing the other sissies go for the red ring, he understood.

The pole was about 10 feet high, too high for Aaron to simply place the ring over. Instead, he had to toss it and hope it landed in the hole of the heavy tire. He wriggled the pink baton into the waistband of his diaper, making sure to not touch the padding with his own hands. Once he was sure it was secure, he started chucking the ring on to the pole.

Red, Orange, Yellow…he was winded by the time he got to the fourth color of the rainbow. Luckily, the other sissies seemed to be winded as well. It took Aaron a bit to discern the difference between Blue and Indigo, but once he did, violet was easy to toss and move on with thunderous applause.

The next leg was a simple set of Monkey bars, or–what Aaron thought would be simple. Turns out he hadn’t done them in a while. He didn’t think his upper body-strength would be so bad, so when he jumped to the first crossbar and immediately plopped into the murky yellow water below, his face flushed in embarrassment from the groans, boos, and jeers of the crowd.

It was muddy underneath the water, and by the time Aaron worked his way out of it, his diaper had swelled up to 4 times its original size. It forced his legs wider as he climbed up the rungs for another attempt. The added weight of the soggy padding made it sag as gravity took over. He thought about readjusting it, then remembered he couldn’t put his hands on it. But what if the whole thing fell off and his team got disqualified anyway?

He decided to keep his legs spread wide as he made his way across the bars, probably looking exactly like a monkey as he found his rhythm and grabbed every other one.

When he reached the other side, the Yellow team was right next to him, or was it the White team whose bonnet just got stained from the yellow water? He couldn’t tell, he didn’t have time to tell.

They were neck and neck as they clambered under a string of cables. The cords were only 2 or 3 feet off the ground, so Aaron was forced to crawl on his stomach like a baby while his swollen diaper squelched along the ground. At one point his back got a little too high, he yelped as a shot of electricity shocked through his system when he grazed the wires.

He still managed to beat the other sissy to the zone where Caleb was waiting. Caleb was squatting in the outlined circle, his face was beet red.

“What are you doing?” Aaron asked, panting like a dog from being so winded. He was trying to give Caleb the baton, but he didn’t grab it.

“Trying…to…poop…” Caleb grunted.

“You still haven’t done that?” Aaron scoffed incredulously, even though he didn’t have to be the one to do it.

“I’m…almost…there….”

Caleb’s face turned even more purple as he bounced up and down on his haunches, as if the up and down motion would help it come out.

Aaron watched as the other sissies made it to their teammates, they were losing ground.

Finally, Caleb let out a strained sigh. Aaron peeked around to see a bulge had formed in the back of Caleb’s diaper.

“Done.” He said, standing up, wincing as the warm mush squished around his backside. Aaron was relieved to see he was already wet in the front.

“Now all that’s left is to…”

Neither of them wanted to finish that sentence. They knew what they had to do, but neither of them wanted to say it. In all their years as friends, they never imagined they would have to get jerked off by another. But, then again, they didn’t expect to be put in diapers and dresses and paraded around like a bunch of sissies either.

Aaron reluctantly reached his hand out and placed it on the front of Caleb’s warm diaper.

“Just…close your eyes…” Aaron said. Making eye-contact through this process would only make it more difficult.

He searched for Caleb’s penis through the padding, poking around until he found the traces of his limp noodle inside. Caleb kept his eyes clamped shut, but nodded to let Aaron know he’d found the right spot. Aaron sighed, and looked away himself as he began running his hand over the soggy area.

It was extremely awkward jerking off your best friend but, after several seconds, Aaron was a bit disappointed that Caleb wasn’t getting hard.

Caleb was cursing himself internally for spending the night cumming in his diaper. He could have really used any shred of extra libido right now as he willed himself to get hard and enjoy the sensation. In hindsight, he should have put himself in the first leg of the race, even if he’d been a bit slower.

“Hey…” Aaron said, making his voice a bit gruffer to overcome the awkwardness as he whispered in Caleb’s ear, “Remember those two girls from Hawkin’s party?”

Caleb was a bit caught of guard, but he nodded. “Those sluts from the dance team?”

“Yea, those are the ones.” Aaron nodded, pressing his palm into Caleb’s padding and doing a circular motion. “Remember how big their tits were?”

Caleb smiled, sighing, relaxing. “Yea…they were great!”

“You fucked one of them didn’t you?” Aaron said.

Caleb shook his head, “Na, she was on her period. But she sucked my dick.”

“Yea? Was she good?”

“The best” Caleb replied, smiling wider.

Aaron could feel Caleb’s cock start to swell in the diaper. “Describe it to me.”

“She teased it at first.” Caleb breathed, “Showed me those perfect tits. Ran her tongue up and down my dick.”

Aaron squeezed the outline of Caleb’s dick, he was stiffening.

“She teased me for a while.” He continued, “Sucking the head just slightly, looking up at me with those pigtails like she was sucking on her favorite candy.”

He was fully hard now. Aaron picked up the pace with his hand now that he could easily find it. “What else?”

“Her tongue was like a tornado. She sucked and slurped like her life depended on it. I’ve never had a blowjob like that…”

“Did she deepthroat?”

Caleb shook his head, “She didn’t have to…I’m not that…I mean, yea, she totally did.”

“Then what happened?” Aaron asked, skipping right over that little hiccup.

“She let me fuck her tits.” Caleb smiled. Aaron could feel his dick pulsing in the diaper. “Those big…beautiful…tits!”

Caleb’s breathing was quickening, Aaron could tell he was blocking out all the noise now, he was almost there.

“And where did you cum?”

“On her face,” Caleb breathed, eyes still closed, “All over her face!”

Aaron leaned in close, maintaining the motion of his hand, “Pretend this diaper is her face, cum all over her face!”

Caleb grunted and started to spasm, his knees buckled as busted his load inside his diaper. It took him several, heavy breaths before he opened his eyes again.

“All done?” someone asked. It was a girl’s voice. She was wearing a white and black pinstriped uniform, like she was a referee. “Let’s check!”

She leaned down to examine Caleb’s diaper, peeking and poking in and around it.

“Hmm…definitely wet. Check! Ooof!! Certainly dirty! Check! Aaaand cummies…?” she peeked inside the front. “Oh my! You sure made quite the load in there! Check!”

She blew her whistle loud enough to make Caleb’s ears ring, then waved her arm in a circle and pointed to the next leg as the crowd erupted behind her.

Caleb assumed that meant it was time to move on to the next leg of the race.

*******

The load in his diaper bounced and flopped with every step as he ran across the field to the first obstacle. It was a tube for him to crawl through, looking almost like a cartoon caterpillar. He felt infantile on his hands and knees in his dirty diaper, but he didn’t have time to think about that.

The balance beam suspended by ropes above the ground made him feel like he couldn’t walk, but after 6 stumbles into the water, he managed to get through to the other side.

He climbed a very tall ladder to an even longer slide. The mush in his tush was squished and squelched the whole way down. Then there was another curvy slide to climb and go down. It was obvious the designers wanted the sissies to be revolted as they skidded down in their own filth.

Finally, he got to a rock wall. Or, more like a cock wall. Caleb had to wade through a thick pool of jelly-like liquid until he got to the giant facade of a barrier adorned with a bunch of spaced out dildos to be used as hand and foot holds.

Caleb raised his hand up to grab the first dick he could reach. He wrapped his fingers around it, and used it to hold himself as he reached up to grab the next one with his left. His hand immediately slipped right off, and he plunged down into the thick goo.

It was like a vat of KY Jelly. Thick and slick and making it next to impossible to get a firm hold on the rubber dicks. Caleb tried several more times, but the more he fell, the more slippery they became.

After plopping into the gooey pool for the sixth time, he huffed as he stood up, grabbed the waist of his diaper to hoist it back up, and smacked the stupid dick so hard it whipped backward and slung lube into his face on the return.

That’s it! He thought.

He flung his hands clean, then made a ring with his fingers around the base of the cock. He squeezed his way up the shaft, effectively jacking it off, but also squeejeeing the goo off until he could get enough friction to get a firm grip. He did the same to each cock above him, flinging his feet clean so he could step on some for footholds. Some of the dildos were more stiff than others that were floppy. He had to make sure he found an erect one before committing to putting his full weight on it. Slowly but surely, he got into a rhythm of jerking a dick, making sure it was hard, and using it to help him get to the next one.

The other runners started following his example, not covered in nearly as much lube since Caleb had played the Guinea pig.

After managing to get to the top of the 8 foot cock wall, Caleb slung his leg over, and dropped into the ball pit below. He scrambled to get out, he had to maintain his narrow lead. He saw Ben waiting on the other side.

“Did you go yet?” Caleb asked when he arrived.

“Not yet…” Ben said, ashamedly. It was weird that two grown boys were disappointed that one of them hadn’t pooped in a diaper yet.

Caleb had to shrug it off and let him worry about that later. He wasted no time in grabbing the front of Ben’s diaper, and trying to find his penis.

“Reach your hand in…” Ben said, looking uncomfortable.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he replied, “You just can’t touch your own.”

Caleb didn’t have time to argue, he plunged his still greased up hand into Ben’s piss-soaked padding. Ben wasn’t even close to hard. His little shrimp dick was limp as could be when Caleb wrapped his two fingers around it. He suddenly remembered Ben rubbing his diaper while sniffing those panties earlier that day. How many times had he masturbated? And how much was that affecting his ability to get hard now?

“Finger my ass a bit…” he muttered.

“What?” Caleb asked.

Ben looked side to side awkwardly, as if to say please don’t make me voice it again…

Caleb sighed and reached his other hand into the back of Ben’s diaper, wriggling his fingers between his cheeks. The remnants of lube helped his finger slide into the puckered ring easily. Ben gasped, but not in a pained sort of way.

Caleb could instantly feel Ben’s dick start to pulse, soon it was stiffening, growing harder and harder between his fingers. Caleb was surprised by just how much it grew. He didn’t think something so small when limp could get so big when hard.

The yellow team had formed up next to them. Eric was already hard in his diaper, or was his dick really just that big?

Eric smiled confidently as his teammate reluctantly kneaded the bulge.

“Harder,” Ben breathed. But he wasn’t referring to Caleb’s hand, he wanted more of his finger. “Deeper!”

His eyes were closed, like he was lost in some sort of headspace. Caleb could feel his cock throbbing in his hand. There wasn’t much room to give a good stroke without tearing the tapes of the diaper. He didn’t want to risk it falling off.

Caleb pulled his hand out of the diaper to try to reposition at the front, but as he did, his arm grazed the baton he had stuck into his own diaper. The twist of it made the baton start to buzz. Caleb had to stop his legs from giving out under the surprise sensation. The baton was also a vibrator!

He immediately pulled it out and pressed it to the front of Ben’s diaper. He wasn’t sure how it would feel, but Ben’s whoos and coos told him it was working. Caleb pressed his finger in and out of Ben’s butt, driving him into the buzzing of the baton.

“Tell me I'm a slut,” Ben muttered, eyes still closed, “Tell me I'm a dirty little diaper wearing slut.”

Caleb was taken aback, and didn’t see why saying those things would help. He glanced over at the yellow team. The head of Eric’s dick was now pointing out of the top of his diaper, the other sissy was so desperate he actually bent over to put it in his mouth and suck it like a lollipop. Caleb couldn’t compete with that. Even if Ben’s dick could reach out the top, he highly doubted he’d have the gall to put it in his mouth.

But he had to do something.

“You’re a dirty little slut,” Caleb whispered into Ben’s ear. Ben gasped and bucked into the buzzing baton, driving his hips back onto Caleb’s finger.

“You like it in the ass, don’t you? You little whore…”

Ben nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Yes. Yes! I’m a dirty whore!”

Caleb felt so weird, but this silly banter was working.

“I bet you wish it was my dick in your ass instead of my finger. Huh sissy?”

Again Ben nodded. His face was flushed, either from shame or stimulation, Caleb couldn’t tell which.

“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna…”

“Yea, you are, you pantied pansy!” Caleb kept going, pushed deeper with his finger, felt Ben start to tense, and then felt the waves rush through his body.

Before Caleb could even ask if he’d finished, Ben opened his eyes and immediately dropped into a crouch.

Eric, who still hadn’t cum yet, saw Ben grunting on the ground.

“Hurry up!” He barked at the sissy who had his cock halfway down his throat. Caleb noticed the back of Eric’s diaper had a noticeable droop to it. He had already dirtied it.

Caleb tried to urge Ben to hurry, but knew there was nothing he could do. Other sissies were starting to arrive. The Blue team had #7 waiting. Chris, the guy who hasn’t stopped masturbating since he got here. Caleb knew first hand it didn’t take long for him to cum at all. He’d felt it each night as Chris humped against his leg. Their lead was narrowing.

Right as Eric groaned from entering an orgasm, Ben’s diaper began to sag. Eric’s teammate quickly angled Eric’s dick back into the diaper so his load would shoot inside, and Ben was putting the finishing touches on the load he was dropping as well.

Luckily, the ref came to check Ben first.

“All three messes made,” she said, blowing her whistle, “Move along!”

Ben immediately took the baton while Eric bounced impatiently and waited to get checked. The ref smiled at his desperation, and took her time giving him a proper pat down, much to Eric’s chagrin.

Ben got a healthy head start as he hustled to the last leg of the race. It was a large labyrinth of plywood walls, intricately laid out into splintering pathways to make up a giant maze.

Caleb hoped Ben could navigate through it quickly, but there was nothing left he could do to help.

Eric ran in shortly after, and the white team was already right behind him. It was anyone’s race.

The refs allowed Caleb to go around the side of the maze. He could hear all sorts of sounds coming from within. Banging, electronic toddler toy sounds, grunts of frustration, and even squeals of delight.

He continued walking around until he found Aaron waiting next to the finish line.

“How’d it go?” Aaron said.

“We’re in the lead…for now.” Caleb replied. He tried to remove the images of him fingering and stroking Ben from his mind.

There wasn’t much for them to do other than to stand there awkwardly.

“Can we trust him?” Aaron asked.

“What?”

“Can we trust him?” he repeated.

“I…watta you mean?”

“You heard him earlier today…” Aaron shrugged, “He said this whole thing ‘wasn’t that bad’. That it was kind of fun. Maybe he…maybe he’s not interested in winning and leaving…”

Caleb decided not to tell Aaron about Ben’s desire to be called a diaper slut in order to make him cum faster.

The minutes ticked by. There was no way for the sissies to tell what was going on inside. All four of the teams from the first two legs had joined them now. Everyone was in the maze.

The crowd would react to things they must have been watching on the big screen. But none of the contestants could see it from their vantage.

Caleb and Aaron grew more and more anxious with every passing second.

“He’s sabotaging us!” Aaron seethed, grinding his teeth. “We never should have picked him!”

“We didn’t have a choice,” Caleb pointed out, “Besides, there’s probably more to the maze than just finding a path. Maybe there’s puzzles or something. I don’t know how smart Ben is, but that Eric guy seems like a real dumb–”

There was a cry coming from the maze.

“No! You can’t do that! Stop! STOP!”

It was Ben’s voice. Aaron and Caleb both exchanged wide-eyed looks.

Sure enough, Eric soon emerged from the opening of the maze. The crowd erupted in roars and cheers. He’d made it through.

But something was wrong with his diaper. One of the tapes had been shredded, and Eric’s loaded diaper was flopping around precariously, with only the other tape keeping it intact.

Eric knew he couldn’t use his hands to hold it up. He had to walk carefully across the next 20 yards lest it fall off and get him disqualified.

The crowd roared again, Caleb and Aaron turned to see Ben exit the maze. His left eye was swollen and bruised, like he’d been punched. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, but was determined to not let Eric beat him.

Ben broke into a run. Eric, seeing this, started picking up the pace, his half-opened diaper flapping around haphazardly.

The crowd, and the teams of sissies all jumped and yelled in encouragement. Urging their respective teams to the finish line.

Ben had closed the gap, they were neck and neck, 10 yards from the finish. Now 8…now 5…now 4…

It was a photo finish as they came barreling through the ribbon of the finish line. But it was Eric who the ribbon had stuck to. He was the first one across.

But his diaper hadn’t made it with him. It had fallen in a heap back at the 3-yard line. Eric was disqualified.

Caleb and his team had won.

He, Ben and Aaron all rushed together. Hugging, jumping, and cheering. They’d did it! They were going home!!

The rest of the teams made their way across shortly after: white (which no longer looked very white in color), followed by blue.

A whistle sounded.

Beeeeeeeeeeeep!!

“Disqualification!” Said a ref, running in, waving her arms in her zebra print shirt.

Aaron and Caleb smiled at each other, waiting for her to tell Eric that his dumbass had dropped his diaper. But instead, the ref pointed directly at Caleb.

“Improper touching of your diaper!” she barked, a hint of a smile at the edge of her lips. “Your team is disqualified!”

Caleb, his teammates, and the crowd shouted their protests while the other half cheered. But on the big screen, a video was being replayed.

It clearly showed Caleb in front of the Cock Wall, falling, standing up, and using his hands to fix his diaper. It was zoomed in and slowmo’d and everything.

Caleb’s stomach dropped. How could he have been so stupid??

“White team is the winner!” the ref called.

Ben audibly groaned along with the rest of the crowd. Aaron didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Caleb knew he was cursing him internally.

“I’m sorry…” Caleb said, though he knew it didn’t help much.

“You’re all going to be sorry!” came a woman’s voice. All the sissies turned to see Lauren and the rest of the Theta Sorority girls grinning ear to ear and holding little metal devices.

“We hope you enjoyed your little orgasms. Because once you get these cages on, they might be the last ones you have for a while!”

To Be Continued