*This story was updated in a new post on Oct 14th, 2012.
*If you're looking for a well crafted story with a believable plot and character development, look elsewhere and don't bother me about adding it in, I won't.
*I also solemnly swear that Mark will never grow to enjoy his diapers, not even a little bit, even when he's cumming inside them. So if you're like me and hate reading page after page only to feel let down by people finding pleasure in their nappy, don't worry you won't find any of that in any of my stories. If you do like that kind of story, back click now and don't waste your time here.
*I don't know if I'll update this story again. I certainly have many more ideas for humiliating Mark, but this update took me a month and I just don't know if I'll find the time for it.
Men’s rooms need more stalls. So many bars only have one stall. For that matter, so many men’s rooms period only have one stall and the person in it is typically taking a shit. The longer they take, the more uncomfortable it becomes to be the person waiting, standing near the empty urinals, watching guys come in and out, noticing them eye you a bit suspiciously. Mark was processing his typical men’s room rant as he tried to decide on the best course of action. Sure, everyone has to take a shit sometimes, he thought, but then imagined they were judging him for not having planned his eating habits more conveniently or worse that maybe they secretly realize that he didn’t have to take a dump. Maybe they knew he was afraid to use the urinal. Maybe they thought he was gay. Where could he look while waiting to avoid attracting attention? At the stall? Might he then be trying to peer through the cracks? At the door, watching guys come and go? Certainly not at the urinals or worse at the guys whipping their cocks out and spraying into them. He tended to look at his shoes, but then got paranoid that everyone was looking at him and look up only to find they weren’t looking at him at all, that is until just before he turned to look back at his shoes and they caught him looking at them! It was a vicious cycle.
And not one he liked to repeat, so he was often stuck trying to make use of the urinal. Which isn’t a problem for most guys, but Mark’s dick is really small, like hard to pull out of his jeans small. He wore boxers and if he mashed the denim and cotton combination against his skin and thrust his hips a bit, it protruded maybe a centimeter in front of his jeans. From there he just had to push hard and spray the urine as far away from his body as possible.
He had just gotten in position and readied myself to start the flow when the door to the bathroom opened and three guys walked in file through the door. Two of them seemed to be pretty loud, but he did my best to ignore them and started to spray. He closed his eyes trying to keep the ruckus from interrupting the flow, but just as his lids shut, he felt a body fall into him from behind and his hands reflexively go up to stop his fall against the wall.
“Fucking assholes,