Capturing Jason: A different kind of tale of humiliation. (humil diaper viol)
Jason Baron was one of the guys who would catch your eye whenever you passed him in the hallway, he always did. He could make the straightest of guys take a second look, he was that was gorgeous. His body screamed, "I work out, I love my body and I'm proud of it." His handsome confident face said, "Don't mess with me, I mean business." He was a very self-assured and proud young man.
He should have been proud of his body. He worked out, he exercised and he did all the right things you're supposed to do. He stuck to a strict regimen of exercise and diet that had achieved one of the best looking bodies the campus had ever seen. He was the lean mean fighting machine at 6'2" and 190lbs of taut well-toned muscle, a more than handsome face and the confidence of a winning athlete. It showed in his walk, talk and appearance. He was an eye-catcher, a definite eye-catcher in every way except his attitude towards others whom he liked to call lesser men. He often picked on guys smaller than him. He always had. He was juvenile in that way. He was the stereotypical young college sophomore jock.
One of his favorite victims--and one the longest picked on--was Elmo Grates. Elmo was just trying to get his degree and really didn't ask for Jason's attention in any way, but because of his smaller stature he got it anyways, more because they had known each other for years than for any other reason. It was Elmo's unlucky break that Jason secured a football scholarship at the same college he went to.
Picking on Elmo, embarrassing him in public and making him feel less than a human being had become an obsession for Jason but it had lost its little prank appeal to Elmo. He had finally taken more then he could bear. To say he had a reason for what he had in mind was well... justified to a degree.
Elmo had a plan that would finally teach Jason a lesson he would never forget. He waited and planned and planned till he had all the kinks worked out, all the alibis figured, and every angle covered. Only then did he make his move on the stunningly handsome stud. He knew all of Jason's routines. He had studied him for months, all the while putting up with more of Jason's torments.
Elmo's plan was complex and well planned. Elmo had money; his family had provided him with more then the average amount of disposable cash to play with. Elmo had started to spend it frivolously at first. There was plenty to play with and as his grades were kept at their highest, so no one cared where he spent the money. He did it for months waiting to start his plan. The family got used to his frivolous spending habits and eventually just gave him an ample allowance with no questions asked. He was still limited, but that limit was high enough and he began his plan.
He rented a flat far from the beaten path in a name of a dead man he gotten off the net. The man had been dead for twenty years so it wasn't even questioned. He then bought his supplies piece by piece. He had already begun this a long time ago. He paid cash for everything and bought it from several places and several states and brought his collection to his new home away from home. He was handy enough to do the work needed for his plan by himself and every weekend was spent making sure he was ready. All of the things he needed were finally in place. He toiled long and hard to ensure everything would be perfect. The plan required that only he knew what he had in mind and only he could do this. No outside help whatsoever would come from anyone, hired or otherwise. This assured no loose ends and no chance of being caught.
Jason always did one thing alone every Saturday, weather permitting. He would jog down the thickly forested pathway that led to a park 2 miles away from the campus. He'd done it for about a year now and this being his second year at the college and never having any problems had led to that ultimate sense of security--complacency! This led to his neglect of the unexpected which would become his downfall.
Elmo played on this fact. He knew Jason felt self-assured enough to feel he was somewhat invulnerable to any physical assault; there were always too many people around for him to think he was in any real danger. But not this day. Elmo was smarter than all of that. He had worked hard on this event, especially in choosing the area where he would capture Jason. He was prepared and he set up his trap well.
Jason jogged early this time of the year to avoid the sun's depleting heat of the day. He left at six, as always for this early dawn run. Elmo set his trap, a lifelike child's body on the bend of a trail between the two public areas. Even this early Jason wasn't the only runner on that trail but there were fewer of them and they were farther apart from each other. This was the only flaw in his plan. Had someone else joined Jason or caught up with him, the game was up.
Fate can lend an unfriendly hand at times and this was certainly the case with Jason. Jason the stud from heaven rounded the corner dressed in tight jogging shorts, a muscle tee. Neither left much to the imagination. His shorts were so tight they accentuated his more than averaged sized manhood. The tee shirt hugged every curve and bend of his magnificent torso. Jason came around the corner and saw the body. He let out an audible gasped for here in front of him was what appeared to be the body of a child. His heart skipped a beat as he got closer to it. It looked motionless and was maybe even dead.
Jason had a class in CPR and figured the least he could do was check on the condition of the child. He knelt down next to the body, brushed his long bangs from his face and went to turn the body over. Just as Jason realized this was a dummy, out of its fake mouth came a cloud of gas that engulfed him. Jason felt woozy and then dizzy and then everything went blank.
When Jason opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a darkly lit room with windows that had dark curtains draped over them. His head hurt and he felt weak and tired. He tried to move head, his arms and legs and he found that he had been tied down. He was on a four-posted bed. The bed was a soft one but he was tied tight. There was no way he could get out of this bed. He wanted to scream but realized he was gagged as well and fear ruled his thoughts. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he could feel them slowly crawling down his face. He struggled with all his strength to free himself but it just made the restraints hurt his arms and legs that much more.
He laid there for hours struggling, stopping only when his hands and feet started to hurt. Then whenever the pain subsided he tried again, and all he accomplished was to hurt himself again. He was trapped, tied to a bed in some dark room. He finally succumbed to this emotionally. Being held captive, helpless without knowing why or even how this happened can bring even the mightiest of men down to their primal emotions. Fear turned to frustration, and frustration became despair and Jason began to cry.
WHY!! he thought, why would someone kidnap him and leave him all tied up alone? He tried to think of anyone he had hurt that would want to do this to him. He wasn't rich so this couldn't be for ransom money. He was one of the stars of the college football team, so he didn't really think he had any real have enemies. Or did he?
For ten straight hours Jason had laid there bound to the bed unable to escape. Suddenly, he felt needed to piss really badly. He tried as much as possible to avoid the inevitable but after hours of futile struggling, Jason couldn't hold on to his piss any longer and ultimately gave in to his bladder. It seemed confined to just his groin area, a warmth he hadn't felt in along time came from this action,
It was uncomfortable and weird feeling. He hated this. Hour upon long hour passed and he found he had no real control over his bladder. It seemed to empty about every two hours now despite his efforts to stop it. His bowels eventually gave their stinking add-on to his already soaked midsection. By now, he not only felt embarrassed, he felt physically uncomfortable as well. His cock itched and his ass burned! He couldn't even reach his groin area to scratch it. He was frustrated and all he could do was cry like a baby. Days passed by, the light through the windows came and went three times.
After three days, the door to the room opened behind his head. He was scared and elated at the same time. He was starved! He had pissed and shit for three days now and was forced to have to lay in it and add to it again and again. He had pissed so much it now soaked the bed under him. He wasn't sure why he had to piss so often but now he felt so thirsty, starving and uncomfortable! He was an emotional wreck as well. His face was wet with sweat and tears. His eyes burned and all he did was cry. He wanted to scream at whoever it was to rescue him, to help him! But his mouth was still gagged with a saliva-soaked cloth.
"WHEH! GOD DAMN THIS PLACE STINKS!" said a mechanical sounding voice. Jason tried to see who it was. He strained his head as far as he could to catch a glimpse but whoever he was remained out of his line of sight.
"I see you found you can't get away," the voice said. Jason could hear movement behind his head and then a bright light came on, it was the first real light he seen in days. He closed his eyes. It was almost too bright to handle. Jason heard whomever the person was coming up beside his bed he felt ashamed by the thought that he had indeed soiled the bed with excrement.
"Now, now, it looks like you need a diaper change Jason. You're a bit smelly." The voice sounded like a robot's. Jason's face went blank. Diaper change? What was he talking about? He wasn't wearing a diaper or was he? He had limited head movement and hadn't seen his waist or even what he had on for that matter. He just knew he was covered by something and it was full of his shit and his many uncontrolled pisses he had taken. His back felt wet but the shit was contained to his backside and he suddenly realized he had not only been captured, he had been diapered as well. Three days of doubt and despair had brought him only fear and now total humiliation as well. This third day was to be the day he would learn he wasn't going anywhere for quite some time.
The figure he could not see wandered to his side. He could then see a smaller hooded person and wearing a doctor's white overcoat. He reached over and grabbed Jason's bare leg. Jason tried to pull away but he was stretched pretty tightly so he had very limited movement to deal with. He soon felt the prick of a needle and then his legs, although he could still feel them, were immobilized by the injection. He was paralyzed from the waist down, unable to move them and yet still very aware of the feeling in them. The concept was as bizarre as his present situation was.
He could feel the restraints being removed from his feet and legs. He tried his best to move his legs to kick his phantom stranger with them but they wouldn't move. He was petrified. What had this guy injected him with that could paralyze his muscles and still allow full feelings of his legs? Nonetheless that was what this guy did.
The next thing he felt was his underwear being removed only they weren't underwear. They were diapers and he knew what was happening, that was Elmo's plan. Total humiliation. He was having his first diaper change since he was two.
"Are you hungry little Jay?" the mechanical voice asked as Jason's legs were lifted up in the air. Jason was pissed. He was being treated as a child now, a helpless child, and he was a helpless child of 21. He had no control of his legs or arms and he was being changed as babies were changed. He was cleaned up and his sheets removed and his legs hoisted in the air again as another diaper was slipped beneath his ass. He felt its foamy softness. He was totally helpless the whole time and totally humiliated. His legs were then lowered again and this fucker even patted his abs to add to the humiliation of this uncontrollable assault. His ass was powdered as you would a baby's--the ultimate humiliation! The new diaper was fastened around his waist with huge safety pins.
"There you go baby Jay. You're ready for the night," the steel voice said as his legs were again restrained. He was crying like a baby as well by then. His gag was too wet to leave in his mouth and it also was removed.
"FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCKKKK YOOoouuu..." Jason started his protest as a man but ended it in a whimpered voice of defeat. He tried to be the man he was three days ago and ended up sounding more like the child he was being treated as. Swallowing your pride on your own was hard enough. Having it shoved down your throat and your nose plugged till you swallowed it was quite another thing altogether.
This whole thing was wrong! Things like this just don't happen in real life, at least not to people like himself. His life was perfect as far back as he could remember and most likely as far back to the day he was born. Who was this mad man? Why was he doing this to him?
The guy wiped Jason's mouth clean and stuck his hand under Jason's neck and plugged Jason's nose, cutting off his air supply. Jason opened his mouth to breath and when he did the man shoved a tube into his mouth with a painful surge and what seemed like little effort, the tube slid down Jason's throat. Jason coughed and gagged as well as you can with a tube in your throat. He wanted to scream but couldn't.
The guy wiped the sweat and tears from Jason's face and forehead and patted his head and said, "Have a nice rest little Jay!" He turned and went out of Jason's line of sight. Jason struggled again but his legs stayed limp and unresponsive. Tears again flowed freely down the sides of his face and soaked his hair again. The lights went out and a thickness filled his empty stomach and quenched his dying thirst. Jason's mind went blank and he passed out.
Week Two: Realization
Two weeks of these daily changings and continued bondage had gone by. Jason's mind was slowly but surely responding to this unacceptable torture. He'd begun to actually look forward to the changings and powderings of his genitals and ass. They stopped the itching and burning and were the only time he got any human contact or saw light of any kind. He also got food through the tube that had been inserted into his mouth, the only time his stomach didn't growl. His body had been deprived of any muscle building substance and he had been given mostly fluids as his only source of energy and food. Needless to say, the shots given him everyday for his changings had their own effects as well. His bones had begun to deteriorate and shrink. They were becoming weaker. His own muscles now immobilized had begun to atrophy as well and his weight had dropped by 34 pounds. His body was now loosing up to 2% of his mass a day now and that loss was increasing daily. But his muscles had not been worked in over 17 days and his body fat count had gone from 5.2% to 18%.
Elmo figured it would be another week before he could let Jason move around again freely. By then his body would be weak enough to be controllable.
"How's little Jay, Jay?" Elmo said to Jason as he again gave him another injection and changed his diaper for the 29th time. Jason's eyes had never been redder. He seemed to cry all the time now. Frustration, fear and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and humiliation ruled his every minute and every thought. Elmo could care less; he was in seventh heaven. His tormentor, as he thought of him, was in bondage and he was now the tormentor.
What could be better then that? He had his answer tied to a bed. The very fact Jason was losing weight was better. The fact he was forced to wear a diaper was better. The fact he was going to get worse and smaller in size then he was now was even better than all the rest of the betters combined!
Elmo loved this! Jason hated it! What could be better then that? Jason was diapered again and soon due to boredom and inescapable bondage and lack of energy, he was soon asleep again. Elmo went one step further in his plan to totally diminish Jason's mind in time and to take more of his confidence and self-esteem. He freed his right arm and placed Jason's right thumb into Jason's mouth. He tied his elbow down tight so even if he woke up and noticed this, the most he could do was thrash it around from the elbow up. Jason seemed to not care though and he was soon sucking it as a baby would. It was as if he needed it at that time.
Elmo left him like that and went to watch Jason as he always did, on the monitors. That was the beauty of this all to Elmo. Jason had never been covered with a blanket, the room was a constant eighty degrees and there was no need for one. So Elmo had taped every change that had occurred to Jason, every change including this one. In his captive position, every change could be overlapped, one upon another in a still pictures and morphed together in a sequence. He had watched a muscled stud become a diapered helpless Jock, and then watched as his huge pecs had diminished from prominent to demure and sagging. His biceps went from ruggedly huge strong thick and veiny to flabby, weak looking and useless. His abs went from an eight-pack, to a six-pack, and then to the pronounced little jutting soft gut that couldn't wait for its liquid lunch. It now sagged badly; its tightly-woven muscles history, its stretched-out scars where it had been forced to the limit of it capacity by the mostly water substance had left stretch marks as his muscular abs turned to just skin and the muscles faded leaving it now with these lines as its only defining lines. Gone were his ripped abdominals. His legs that were thicker than a runner's were now much, much thinner, and muscle-less like an invalid's. Elmo's plan was working.
In the papers and on the TV news stations, everybody was looking for Jason. He was the headline of even foreign newscasts. He was everyone's worry, everyone's care, and only Elmo could bring him back to them.
Week three: Make that WEAK Three!
Being heavily drugged and in constant restraints for the last week had taken its toll on Jason's body. Elmo had restricted his diet further till he was down to just the survivable amount of calories--concentration camp levels and worse. He was drugged till he couldn't move at all. He just laid there and withered away. His body went from being mediocre at that point to being pathetic now. His weight dropped quickly nine, ten pounds in a day. At times he was feeding on his reserves reducing his body to its barest of essentials. His mind in a comatose drug-induced state, he had no idea of what was going on. Elmo went in undid his bonds and lifted the now much frailer Jason up himself.
Elmo had planed this torment well. The effects of four weeks and five days of pure unadulterated hell had taken quite a toll on Jason and his body. The simple fact that Elmo could now carry him with some effort still told it all. Jason now was under 100 pounds in weight. He was out of shape, his muscle more than just weak. They were atrophied to the point of being useless and his tight abs were replaced with a small gut that starving people had. His arms and legs were thinner than a starving Ethiopian's on a diet would be. His ribcage more then visible, his broad shoulders were now so narrow they were less broad than Elmo's were. He was far too weak to fight back and far too drugged to know what the next part of Elmo's plan was.
Elmo had built a room that was the exact duplicate to Jason's room while he had held Jason captive. Then during the last week of drug-induced sleep, Elmo had played tape after tape telling Jason he was just dreaming, and he continued these tapes with tapes of a sexual nature that had Jason's now smaller in diameter dick in total erection during their duration of the words said. He knew the sexual tapes worked so he hoped his tapes had sunk in too.
The test was just that--a test. Jason was far too weak now to break free from him and try and make a run on his own so the whole test would be as he conceived it to be. How would Jason react to wake up and suddenly find he was less than a 98-pound weakling and could he possibly forget all the weird shit Elmo's frustrations had put him through.
Elmo began the test that he had planned. He dressed Jason in his old clothes, underwear, jeans and one his old muscle tees, clothes he had stolen from his locker long ago. On that day, the stud that he was then had go back to his dorm to get something new to wear. Elmo dressed him in his old clothes so long ago. At the time they were taken, they would have fit him like a tailored glove, but now they looked ridiculous on him. His new waist was 26 inches around at the time he wore these it was 32 inches. His muscle tee didn't have the muscles to fill it anymore. It hung like a stripped nightshirt would, baggy and loose. His underwear was a joke. They barely stayed up on his thin little waist. The whole sight was a delight for Elmo to see this once handsome stud dressed in his own clothes and have them fit this badly on him. Elmo walked him to a mirror that was identical to the one Jason had in his room.
Jason was so out of it he slept in the clothes Elmo had dressed him in. He awoke the next day early. It was about eight he looked around and everything looked right even the light in the window. Jason felt weird though he had just had the worst of nightmares. He felt tired and really weak as well. Maybe he just slept too long? He tried like hell to remember even going to bed but nothing came to his mind. He raised his arm up and brushed his hair from his face. His eyes were still not adjusted to the light yet but something was definitely wrong with his arm. It felt different, light. Like it had no mass to it.
Jason brought both his hands up to his face and went to wipe his still closed eyes. What he felt of his face forced his eyes to suddenly open and open wide. His face felt thin and bony. He could feel his cheekbones and he had a beard, a rather thick beard at that! His goatee was totally taken over by his other facial hair!
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Jason said out loud. Even his voice sounded weak and higher to him. He then saw his arms he had been preoccupied for that few seconds but as his focus got better his heart skipped ten full beats.
"OH MY!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY!! Huh huh huh huh GOD!!! NO!!!!!! NO... WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME?!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!! HUH HUH HUH... NO!" Jason screamed as he realized he was thinner than thin. He was emaciated. He was a skeleton! A freak!!! Where huge tight biceps were now hung loose flabby thin flesh. When he tried to make a muscle, nothing happened at all. More skin hung down than were raised up! He threw the blankets off his body as best as he could. They had weight and merit to them now. It was an effort just to do that! They felt way to heavy too him. He looked down at his legs and saw he was wearing his jeans. Only they looked like empty jeans, the fabric all wrinkles and no filler. His legs were gone? No! They were there! He moved them and the airy fabric moved as he did it. He gulped and coughed and swallowed hard as he did it. His heart was racing really fast now. These were his jeans but those weren't his legs. They couldn't be! There was no way. This was a nightmare. This was unreal!!!
He panicked and with thin frail hands with skinny long fingers he searched for his legs only to find thin unimaginable skin covered bones as his legs. These were his own legs, only under his weaker body strength they felt trapped felt under a thick denim blanket that were only 5 weeks ago tighter than tight.
Jason swung his legs off the bed. The denim felt cumbersome and heavy. His feet hit the ground and he had to really fight to gain a standing position on his unused now-frail legs. They almost buckled under even his vastly diminished weight. He was crying and screaming "NO!" over and over again as the jeans without even hardly touching his thighs slid down and toppled around his now bony knees taking his underwear with them. He looked down at them. Tears blurred his vision and increased as he saw them. He was sobbing and in total confusion and frustrated mental pain. Even his once stalwart cock had diminished so bad it was but a finger's thickness now and smaller as well in length. His balls had shriveled up and he was a walking bag of skin-covered weak bones. His muscle tee hung more than loosely. It threatened to ride down his bony shoulders and arms.
Jason turned to look at himself in his muscle-posing mirror and saw what he looked like for himself for the first time since Elmo started his changes. He was so thin, so scrawny now! He took a sudden deep breath and then just blanked out. Elmo had watched his reaction to this change, Jason, whose memories of the past three weeks had been erased from his mind. The sudden change, from headstrong jock to now pathetic stock. Elmo laughed harder that day then he had in years.
He did eventually free Jason, his memory wiped clean of how it happened or what happened to him. His family tried to build his confidence back up but it was not going to be that easy. To this day, Jason still sucks his thumb when he sleeps and still wets the diaper he now had to wear to bed at night.
This story was mean but it was kind of fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it.
THE END... Jason No More.