Pledge Diapers 1-2

[Les Lea]

Just a very short trip into my imagination.

 

Pledge Diapers

Part 1

 

The light was at red and said “DON’T WALK” and I waited patiently for the traffic to move away and the white “WALK” sign to appear to help get me across the road. As I hovered at the curbside on a fairly bright Saturday morning here in Los Angeles I noticed a plastic carrier bag in the middle of the crossing where I was about to walk.

 

I could tell there was something in it as the handles fluttered around in the light morning breeze but the main part of the bag was weighted to the ground. “WALK” appeared and my curiosity grew as I ventured on my way. Bending slightly as I passed the package I caught hold of the flapping handles and, in one deft movement, scooped up the discarded piece of rubbish and carried it safely to the opposite kerb as if I was a garbage conscious member of the public.

 

Once there I waited a few moments near to a trash can but pretended to be absorbed in something in a shop window acting as if distracted from depositing the bag in the bin. I also wanted to see if anyone would come up and claim the contents before I got rid of them. A few moments passed before I looked to see what the bag contained and was surprised to see a folded, but worn terry diaper.

 

Although it was a particularly icky thing to find I noticed that it was rather large and far too big for a little baby. As I have more than a passing interest in all things ABDL, this to me was like finding a $50 bill; I couldn’t have been more excited at my discovery and good fortune. I looked around to see if anyone was watching but as usual, everyone just went about his or her business with little interest or regard for anyone else.

 

I plunged my hand in the bag to see if there were any more items or perhaps an indication of whom the owner might be but my hand only met with the soft white fabric, which was damp and sticky to the touch. I was in ecstasy. A freshly used and abused diaper… mmmm… I just couldn’t wait to get them home. As I stood and fumbled with my soft but sticky prize I let my mind wander as to the possible owner. As I pulled it clear of the plastic bag… WHAM… like an electric bolt my head was suddenly assaulted with strong visions and eventually a clear picture formed in my minds eye. Instinctively, or perhaps via some form of cosmic energy, as my fingers fondled the cheap and messy fabric, the history of the diaper began to evolve to me. It was as if I was there, watching and making mental notes of the action.

 

**tbc**

[Les Lea]

Part 2

Six strong, sturdy, sexy young guys were standing around a large old oak table chanting letters from the Greek alphabet. They were nude apart from each was wearing just a pure white cloth diaper, held in place by a central large safety pin; their bodies glistened in the reflection of mirrors and candlelight.

It became clear that these fantastic specimens of the All-American Jock were taking part in some kind of fraternity house mumbo-jumbo that many of the esteemed organisations for further education encourage. Looking at the well-defined bodies; firm legs, pecs, abdomen and chests that had been worked on and developed to give an edge on the field of play, I too so wanted to be one of those to pledge themselves to these particular fraternity comrades.

The chanting finished and one of the assembled opened a side door. He led in a smaller, blindfolded version of himself dressed in standard college issue blue PE shorts and t-shirt. Despite the covering there was no denying that the new boy was every bit as toned and as tight as the pledge masters who surrounded him.

“Brothers,” said one of the six, “tonight we are asked to admit one to our house. He has agreed to obey the tasks as set by those of Alpha-Lambda. First we need to perform the ceremony of the ‘change’ and raise this applicant from being a boy… into a human worthy of being one of us… a Brother in the Alpha-Lambda.”

The blindfolded pledger was helped up and stood in the middle of the table, feet slightly apart but with his body fully erect. A pair of scissors was produced by each of the six pledge masters and they began to cut away at the lad’s scanty garments. His tight fitting blue nylon shorts and t-shirt were soon cut in tiny pieces about his feet, but, a tiny pair of white nylon bikini briefs was left barely concealing his half-swollen cock.

“And now to lose those useless things.” Two guys moved in with scissors ready.

I was anxious they were going to cut the boy’s manhood off but I need not have worried.

Placing the open blades at the side of each thigh they snipped simultaneously at the waistband of the soft fabric. As the destroyed piece of nylon gently fell from his body, caressing his inner thigh on its descent to the table top, the lad’s buns flexed together whilst his cock sprung to immediate attention in front. The six guys then traced and teased patterns with their metal scissor blades along the length of his hard pulsating cock, between his legs and over the globes of his fantastic, quivering butt. The youth’s sturdy dick throbbed and oozed but he somehow knew he wasn’t allowed to let his inhibitions go.

They teased and tortured him in this way for a few minutes and the bulges in the spunky pledge master’s diapers said they were enjoying the spectacle in their own special way. As the metal glided over the lad’s beautifully smooth, tight body one of the six announced it was time. The scissors were put away and a small white parcel was produced. Ceremoniously unwrapping and unfolding the item soon revealed a fresh, pristine diaper.

Holding them up the spokesman declared, “With the wearing of the Sacred Diaper, adult things are in the past and only the Boyhood of the Brotherhood remain.” With that they lay the young freshman out on the table and, still blindfolded, he was ceremoniously wrapped in his new and future underwear.

In my vision - the gym shorts and the briefs had looked fantastic on the lad’s superbly sculptured body but as the thick, padded cotton moulded neatly over his young tight butt, the sight of the soft fabric proudly emasculating him was spectacular. The fraternity of Alpha-Lambda took this as their cue and all of them took turns caressing and massaging their new inductee’s thick, proud but now protected mound.

Soon, as the initial excitement had died down a little, they produced a pair of plastic pants, as white and pristine as the diaper but with five rows of lacy frills across the bottom. The boy stood on the table erect, honoured and bulging as his new Pledge Masters whooped and hollered their approval.

The ceremony wasn’t over. They all produced baby bottles filled with milk and, whilst chanting the Greek letters and pledge motto, squirted the contents all over the new boy. He didn’t know what it was and the initial spurt caught him off guard. Whatever he thought it was he soon realised he had to put up with it if he wanted to be accepted by this bunch of pledge brothers and to become one of them.

As the milk-soaked, and still blindfolded, freshman was escorted to the door he was told, "You now hold the insignia of the Alpha-Lambda Brotherhood. Tomorrow you must return as you are now to perform a task and where you will receive the next part of your future dress-code.”

As he stood outside in the empty hallway the young, muscular initiate removed his blindfold. Looking down he could see his messy diaper and protection dripping with gobs of creamy milk. He knew his college life was going to be exciting but now, dressed in his baby clothes, he couldn’t wait for the next part of the ceremony to begin. 

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 How the diaper ended up in a plastic bag in the middle of the street I have no idea. But I wish I were at the Alpha-Lambda meeting when the diaperless novice would have to explain the soaked material’s disappearance. Would he try to get a different diaper to wear? Would he have to pay a forfeit? Would the Pledge Masters cast him out? What would the next step be?

Meanwhile, I shall be having many little initiations of my own whilst wearing that well-used towelling diaper, whilst figuring out how to get my hands on the missing, frilly plastic diaper cover.

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The End