Diaper one shots I love

Dave and I

It took us hours to get to the woods, and then another hour for Dave to be satisfied with a spot. The one he finally decided on was perfect. It was right near the lake, but in a well-secluded little spot surrounded by trees, a couple of which had fallen and been stacked in a three-log pyramid which was the perfect height for sitting on to look out at the water and stars.

We unpacked our gear and I was surprised by the amount of stuff Dave had brought. He had several old army duffel bags stuffed to capacity which he quickly put away as soon as his tent was up. My tent was smaller than his, but very comfortable with an air bed mattress on a rolled steel framed cot. When everything was put away Dave came over with a satisfied look on his face.

"Guess it's about time for the fun to start." He said with a smile. I said something like "Guess so." but barely got it out. Dave grabbed me, pulling me out of my tent and ripped my shorts and underwear down. With a hard shove he sent me stumbling over the leaves and I fell on top of the log pyramid. Before I could think to react he was on top of me and I felt him forcing himself into me. I opened my mouth to scream from the pain of his rude entry, but he saw it coming and covered my mouth with one strong hand. He fished around my legs, pulling my stretched and torn briefs off from around my ankles and shoved them into my mouth.

"That'll keep you quiet!" He assured me, and then entered me again. He raped me long and hard, wasting no time being "gentle" choosing instead to thrust as deep and hard as he could for as long as he could. I felt him cum inside me, and his thrusting slowed, but continued as he emptied every last drop of semen inside me. Finally he got off of me and I turned to look up at him, tears in my eyes. His response did little to calm me "Fucking virgins, always crying." He pulled me to my feet by grabbing my t-shirt and yanking me upwards, and led me into his tent. With another shove I fell to the floor and laid there stunned as he rumaged around in his duffel bags.

"There you are." He said to a bag of diapers, which he quickly tore into and pulled a single brief free from the pack. With little show, he unfolded the diaper and laid it between my legs. He ordered me to lift my ass off the ground, and grabbed my balls and pulled to be sure I obeyed quickly. He slid the plastic brief under me and pushed me back down on it. He pulled the diaper up between my legs and placed it over my penis, then reached under it and pushed my dick down between my legs before closing the diaper up with the tape tabs on each side. Dave went back to his bags and fished around, then produced a leather ball gag from one of them.

"Sit up." He told me, then pulled my spit soaked underwear from my mouth and inserted the large rubber ball. He fastened the leather straps tightly around the back of my head, and then told me to get up. I felt unbelievably stupid standing there in an adult diaper, a stretched out t-shirt and rubber ball gag.... but I was about to be dressed in an even more humiliating way. Dave went straight for a smaller duffel bag, clearly knowing it's contents and removed a pink diaper cover with six rows of ruffles on the back, a matching short skirt and short pink top.

"Put 'em on." He said and threw the clothes in my face. I quickly dressed, and he inspected my work, adjusting where the skirt rode my waistline and pulling the diaper cover until he couldn't see any of the white disposable. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a pair of leather bondage cuffs.

"Come with me." He said, and I followed immediately behind him. We didn't go far. He stopped at the closet tree to his tent and told me to stand in front of it. I did as I was told, then waited. Dave went over to our kitchen set-up and took a can of beer out of a flat-top cooler. Then he brought the cooler over and laid in against the tree.

"Sit." I sat on the cooler and Dave grabbed my left hand and bucked one end of the leather restraint to my wrist. then he walked the leather strap around the backside of the tree and shackled my right wrist effectively binding me to the tree. Dave left me tied to the tree all afternoon while he swam in the river, enjoyed a lunch of burgers and beer and took a nap in his tent. As the sky started to turn dark he finally came over to me and offered me a cup of apple juice. I nodded yes that I did want it and he removed my ball gag and held the cup to my lips. The smell told me it wasn't apple juice, but it was too late. Dave grabbed my jaw holding my mouth open and tipped the cup pouring his warm urine into my mouth. It quickly became a drink or drown situation and I struggled to swallow the salty piss, gagging all the way.