Date: Tue, 14 May 2013 16:25:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: FoxBarking <foxbarking@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School Mistake Chapter 11

The same as always.  This story contains boys being humiliated by wearing
diapers, and other infantilistic tones.  The story is about
humiliation.Please don't read it if you don't want to or if you are not
supposed to.  Sorry for the extended wait for this chapter.  After
previously going six years without an update, I am sure that some thought I
was about to do it again.  In actuality, I just got very weighed down with
college research.  I don't want to write chapters merely for the sake of
writing them, because I don't want this story to become bogged down.  I
hope this is worth the wait.

You can email me at foxbarking@yahoo.com.

High School Mistake: Chapter Eleven

Chris had never been used to having so many orgasms within such a small
period of time.  Because he had been cumming so much, each time following,
his dick seemed to get a little less sensitive.  However, this was only
following an period of time when his cock went through its obligatory extra
sensative post orgasm period.  The cock ring of course had no control of
his own and had no respect for Chris's refractory period.  Once the orgasm
subsided, the vibrations still carried on unabated.

The extremely sensitive cock only went slightly soft.  The ring didn't move
and Chris started fidgeting.  As he fidgeted, Chris's diaper made slightly
loud sounds rubbing up against the leather seats.  Every vibration of the
ring on his dick resulted in a new reflex.  Chris would clench his legs
together, then push his butt further back in the seat.  The following
twinge made him stick his hips out.  All of these movements alternated for
the length of the super sensitive period Chris was experiencing.  Although
it was likely to not have lasted any more than 30 seconds, it seemed an age
to Chris.

Steve was doing nothing to make the experience less intense for the boy.
He was quite aware that Chris was cumming and he took full advantage of the
situation.  The crotch of Chris's diaper was moist as he grabbed it and
kneaded it with his hand.  It wasn't the first orgasm of the night for the
boy, but it was the first one since his diaper was changed.  He must have
cummed a lot to make the diaper so damp.  Steve was able to manipulate and
mold the crotch in any way he wanted.  With his hand, he made the diaper
cling tightly around Chris's still hard dick.  The bulge in the printed
diaper now accentuated the hardon.

Although it seemed like it took forever, Chris's cock returned to its less
sensitive state quickly enough.  Steve was able to tell because the boy
stopped jerking his hips all over the place.  Steve's manipulations did not
stop though.  His kneading of the crotch of the diaper continued and no
sooner than it did, his dick got back to its full hard state.

Chris was used to getting hard rather soon after coming. but this happened
quickly even for him.  He hated to admit that the consistent humiliation he
was put through was turning him on as much as it had been.  He had never
considered doing any of these things before.  Though he had, of course,
fantasized about Jordan over and over again, he had never thought about
trying to put a diaper on again.

As that last thought crossed his mind, Chris started to remember something.
Although he hadn't ever put a diaper on himself, he recalled something that
he had done when he was younger.  Around the age of 12 or 13, he had been
going through some boxes to find some pictures for a school project.  He
had come across a pair of torqouise plastic pants and didn't really know
what they were.  But there was something about the texture of the plastic
pants he had found very interesting.  Though they were obviously way too
small for him, he took them into the bathroom to try them on.  He was able
to get them on, although they had been very tight.  His dick had begun
getting hard from the moment he had come across them in the box, but once
he had the pants on, he could have sworn his dick grew an inch bigger than
it had ever been before.  He spent time in the bathroom looking at himself
in the mirror and liking how his bulging dick was stretching the strange
yet smooth material.  He had gotten so turned on by the experience that he
got into his bath tub and liad down.  The plastic pants were obviously not
going to be absorbent, so he turned on the fountain and let the water drip
onto them.  He had been there for a long time, but he was a young kid in
the throes of puberty so as long as his dick was getting attention, he
didn't care how much time he spent giving it.  When he eventually came into
the plastic pants, his horniness was quickly replaced by an icky guilty
feeling.  He had cleaned up the plastic pants and put them back where he
had found them.  Although he recalled wanting to take them out and try the
experience again every now and then when he had gotten very horny, Chris
never did.  In addition to this, he must have pushed the memory aside
because he had totally forgotten about it until that very moment.

As the car was getting closer to Chris's house, he started to get paranoid
again.  Not only was he sitting in the back of an open convertible in a
printed diaper, he had a very obvious hard on in the diaper.  But the part
that worried him the most was that he didn't have any other clothes.  He
did have a bit of an idea as to what Jordan was going to make him do, but
he wasn't totally sure.  Whatever it was, it probably had something to do
with Chris going into his home in only his diaper.  If his parents were
home, he had no idea how he would be able to get away with such a thing.

Chris's worst fears were confirmed as Jordan pulled the car up onto his
street.  His parents' car was in the driveway and the front lights of the
house were on.  As a small relief, Jordan did not pull the car up into the
driveway and parked on the side of the road.

"Having fun there, big brother?" Jordan asked as he turned to face his
diaper boys.

Steve had still been playing with the damp bulge of Chris's diaper, forming
a mold around his hardon.  He jerked his hand away.

"Okay, gay boy...I mean the gay boy I am not related to obviously," Jordan
laughed.  "Here's what you have to do.  I want you to go into your house
and get to your bedroom.  You're going to grab every pair of underwear you
have.  And I absolutely mean every pair.  If I find out you kept any, you
are going to be one really sorry fag.  Got it?"

Chris nodded.  Jordan could tell that Chris wanted to ask something though.
"Something you want to say, homo?"

"My parents are home," Chris informed Jordan with a quaver in his voice.
"How am I supposed to get to my room and out again without them seeing me?"
Jordan shrugged.  "As usual, it's not my problem," he responded.  "I think
you know why too, right?"

Chris nodded again.  "I should have thought about it before I looked at and
got turned on by your cock," he said, mechanically.

"You got it," Jordan said.  "Now get your ass out of here and get back with
that underwear.  You got five minutes."

Chris got out of the car and made his way over to his house.  He figured
the best idea would be to go in through the back kitchen door.  His parents
would have already eaten dinner by now and were much less likely to go back
into the kitchen for any reason.  They would hear him come inside, but with
any luck they wouldn't get up and go into the kitchen.  They would either
call out to him or they would ask him to come into the living room.  He
figured if the latter happened, he would have to find a way to get out of
it.

Although it was dark outside, Chris lived in a relatively nice subdivision
so there were plenty of street lights.  As he walked into the driveway of
his house, he stood directly under a light.  He felt exposed even though
there was no one outside other than him and Jordan and Steve.  But he knew
that he would often be inside his house and would watch other people as
they walked around the neighborhood.  He tried to move his hands to at
least cover up the printed part of his diaper, although it really didn't
cover much.  Instead, he moved his hands over so they were at least
covering his bulge up.  He crouched over just a little bit, but he
regretted it the minute he did because it caused his cock ring to move
again.  It had settled just below the halfway mark on his cock but his
motion caused it to move three quarters of the way up his dick.  A spasm
shot through his body as he was overcome with a pleasurable feeling.

Chris felt a lot better when he got to the side of the house.  There was a
brick walkway that led from the driveway and garage over to the back door
of the house.  It was lit, but not nearly as brightly as the driveway.  He
walked to the back of the house and to the kitchen door.  As he did, a
scary thought occurred to him: he was just in a diaper and did not have his
keys on him.  If his parents had locked the door, the only other option he
had would be to go in through the front way.  There would be absolutely no
way he would be able to skip by his parents that way.

To Chris's continued relief the door was unlocked.  He tried to open it as
quietly as possible, but he was positive that his parents would still
notice.  He was surprised that he felt even more exposed inside the house
than he had outside.  After he latched the door, he very quietly made it
over the staircase.  His strategy appeared to have worked as no one called
for him.

When Chris got into his bedroom, he began looking around for something to
put his underwear in.  He finally decided on a white milk crate.  Moving
over to his dresser, he opened his underwear drawer.  He hadn't been in
diapers for too long of a period of time, but it seemed long enough that
they seemed somewhat foreign to him.  The majority of his underwear was
boxer shorts, but he had some other items as well.  He had a couple mesh
jockstraps that he had ordered online.  There were a couple thongs although
he did not wear them very often since they were somewhat unconfortable.
But his package did look very nice being held in place by the pouches.
Other than that, he had a few pairs of euro trunks which had quickly become
his absolute favorite brand of underwear.

As soon as Chris had all of his underwear in the crate, he started for the
door.  "Chris, is that you in there?" he heard his mom call from the other
side of the door.  Even though he had locked the door and had not turned
the light on, Chris froze completely in place.  He looked around for
anything he could use to cover himself but did not move for any item.
Instead, he just stood in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, it's me," he responded weakly.

"I'm about to take a shower, so if you need to use the bathroom you should
go now," she yelled back and Chris felt relieved.

"No, I'm okay," Chris replied.  "Enjoy."

"All right."

Chris had no idea where his mom was.  His house was carpeted and the floors
didn't creak.  If he didn't have a five minute time limit, he would have
simply waited about ten minutes to make sure that she was in the shower.
But Jordan gave him a limit and after the past week, he knew better than to
test his former best friend's patience.  So after just a minute, Chris
moved to his door.

Once he had moved in the hallway, Chris realized he had yet another
disadvantage.  By carrying his underwear in the milk crate, he had to use
both hands to keep hold it.  He would have had nothing but the crate to put
in front of himself if he was caught.  No one was in the hallway as he
quickly shut his door and ran over to the steps.

"Chris?"

Chris's blood froze as he heard his mom's voice behind him.  As fast as he
could, he turned around made sure the crate was in front of his diaper.
His mom was not in the hallway, but almost at the exact moment of him
turning around, she walked into the hallway in her robe.

"Chris, how many times do I have to tell you to not walk around the house
in your underwear?" she asked with a mock exasperated sigh.  "You men have
to lose some modesty, you know.  Are you doing laundry or something?"

Though he was confused for a moment, Chris realized she had been looking at
the milk crate and had seen it was full of underwear.  Once he was able to
get his senses back, he responded "Yeah, I've gotten behind a bit."

She shook her head.  "Well you're going to need more than just underwear so
you better wash something else too.  Just wait until after my shower before
you start the washer, okay? Is there something buzzing in here?"  Before
Chris even had a chance to respond, his mom was gone.

Chris quietly made his way down the stairs and out the back door.  The
diaper experience had been so intense that he had actually let it slip his
mind that he sometimes walked around in a t-shirt and underwear.  Although
he hadn't had the t-shirt on, it made sense his mom would have thought he
was hanging out in his underwear.

When Chris got back to the car, he returned to the back seat with Chris.
The ring moved up again so it was back right under the head of his cock.
He twitched a few times, but it seems like the mutiple orgams he had gone
through already had finally desensitized his dick.  The vibrating kept him
hard and very horny, but did not bring him to the edge.

Jordan turned and took a pair of scissors out of the glove compartment.  He
handed them to Chris, who reluctantly took them.  He was very aware as to
what Jordan was about to make him do.

"You got a lot of undies there, fag boy.  Well, we're going to give them a
decent burial.  Since you won't ever be wearing them again, there's no need
for them to exist."

"Never again?" Chris asked with a tremor in his voice.

"Nope," Jordan replied.  "I know you probably think that once you graduate
high school and move away or even if you come out of the closet that I
won't have any blackmail on you.  That's so not true because I have so many
pictures and videos.  But when I am done with you, you'll have no option
but to wear the diapers because I'm going to make sure you're as diaper
dependent as my little dicked brother sitting beside you.  Now get to
cutting up those up."

Chris wasn't sure how to feel as he took out the scissors.  With the top of
the car still down, Jordan began to drive out of his neighborood.  Taking
up the first pair of euro trunks, Chris took the scissors and cut through
the first leg.  He hated it because he had a strong appreciation for
underwear and generally found guys in underwear even sexier than naked
guys.  He cut throught the second leg.  Afterwards, he cut the underwear
into strips and then moved on to the next one.

As Chris worked on the underwer, both the cock ring and then Steve began
working on his crotch.  Destroying his underwear was bad, but only half of
him actually felt bad.  His dick was vibrating and somehow made the
experience somewhat bearable.  He cut through one of his thongs.

"God, I am thirsty, I need to get a drink," Jordan said and he pulled the
car off an exit.  Both Steve and Chris tensed up as they were positive they
were going to be exposed again.  They were correct as he pulled the Mustang
up to a Wendy's drive through.  He ordered himself a large coke and two kid
sized cokes.  At the first drive through window, a boy that looked about
Chris's age opened the window.  His eyes of course went to the two boys
sitting in the back of the convertible in block printed diapers cutting up
underwear.  He smirked as he gave Jordan his change.  The second window was
not as pleasant.  A high school age girl opened the window and the moment
she saw Chris and Steve, she burst out laughing and almost dropped the
drinks.  Jordan smiled at her, letting her know that it was all right to
make fun of the boys.  He took the drinks and they left.

"It's such a warm day," Jordan remarked as they pulled back onto the
freeway.  "I wonder how many people are going to be at the beach at this
time of night."

To be continued.

Note: My apologies to anyone who has been reading this series.  I am sure
that after the orginal break in the story for 6 years, you might have
thought I fell back into a lull.  I don't intend on spending too much time
between chapters, but this one conflicted with my undergraduate thesis so
it was hard to get the will to write much.  Not much sex in this chapter,
but my main goal is to set the stage for what is to come.  I hope you enjoy
it and as always, you can email me at foxbarking@yahoo.com.