Jake the Little Leaguer

Jake was good, possibly the best player on his baseball team. Trouble was, he knew it. Any time things didn't go his way, he threw a fit and told anyone who would listen that as the best player, they should listen to him.

He rolled his eyes when his teammates and even the coach started calling his outbursts "tantrums" and ignored them when that developed into everyone asking him if he needed his diaper changed when he was especially angry with his teammates. Ignoring it only seemed to encourage them more and they began to smack his butt to "check" him. When they started doing it even in the locker room, it got to be too much and he started to swat their hands away when they tried.

"Quit!" He whined as he felt a firm hand smack his butt and even give it a little squeeze.

"Aw, I think little Jakey poo made boom-boom in his diaper!" The catcher, Buck, said with a smirk, looking down at the smaller guy.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Jack asked. He understood that it was fun for the team to tease him, but this was too far. Buck wasn't done yet, though.

"Let's get you to the dugout to change your stinky butt. That's why you're so fussy, huh?”

To his shock, the catcher actually managed to pick Jake up and carry him to the dugout, where a few of his teammates waited with eager grins. "Let me go, asshole!" Jake said, but Buck simply gave his butt a firm swat as they neared their destination. Athletic shorts and a jock strap offered little protection and a yelp escaped Jake's lips.

"Get his shorts off so we can change him." Adam said. Buck nodded, yanking down Jake's shorts before depositing him on the bench in just his t-shirt and black jock strap.

"A nice, fresh diaper's what you need." Buck teased, holding Jake's arms as other players grabbed his ankles. "Let me go!" He bellowed, but it was no use.

How far were they planning to go? Jake was lying in the middle of a small circle of his teammates in just his shirt and jock. The joke had gone far enough, in his opinion.

"Very funny" he said, trying to hide his genuine concern. "Let me up."

"Not until you're in a fresh, clean diaper." Adam insisted with a devious grin. "Throw a tantrum like a baby, you must be a baby." Jake looked around the group in horror as they all murmured their agreement. What hope did he have against the entire varsity team?

"Honestly," Buck said, leaning down to whisper to his captive, his warm, minty breath washing over Jake's face. "You fill that jock pretty nicely" he chuckled. "But we've got something that fits your attitude a lot better." He said loudly enough for the whole dugout to hear.

"What is it?" Jake asked, all pretense of courage gone from his voice.\

"Get his jock off." Adam said. Jake tried to fight, but his jock was soon cut off his body. His gaze was pulled from his now exposed cock to his teammate Evan coming over with a white plastic rectangle in his hands.

"No way," Jake said breathlessly. They were actually going to put a diaper on him! "What the fuck?"

"Maybe we should use his jock to gag him." Evan suggested, grinning as Jake stared, transfixed, by the diaper he was slowly unfolding. "Do we need to?" Jake only glared at him.

"Let me go" he moaned as Evan drew close to him with the diaper. He felt his lower half lifted by countless hands as the team worked together to diaper him. It sounded weird to even say that was what was happening, but it was the bizarre truth. He had to do something, anything to get them to stop. He tried to fight, but they just laughed, setting the diaper under his butt.

"Why the hell's my entire team in the dugout?" Coach's harsh voice cut through the laughs and taunts.

"Coach! Help!" Jake yelled. His stomach dropped as the older man strolled over and chuckled.

"Looks like you've got plenty of help already." He said with a smirk as they taped the diaper around Jake's legs. "Once you've got your gear on, get your butt to home plate for some batting practice." Tapping his pen on his clipboard, he left Jake to his fate.

"let's get his shirt off." Evan said. Jake felt a small bit of relief when they roughly yanked it over his head instead of cutting it off.

"Dude, this is ridiculous." He muttered, staring down at the diaper ballooning out around him.

"Listen to the baby whine." Adam teased. "Let's show little Jakey his new shirt." They triumphantly revealed a baby blue onesie with a bat and baseball on it.

"Lil Slugger!" Evan gushed.

"I can read, asshole." Jake said sullenly.

"This goes over Jakey's head and this buttons around his nice clean diaper!"

"At least you look the part for your next temper tantrum." Buck observed.

"I don't throw tantrums!" Jake yelled, which only made everyone chuckle.

"Of course you don't, Jakey." Adam teased. "Evan, where's his hat?"

"Right here." He held up a black baseball cap but there would normally be their school mascot, there was a romping black and white speckled calf. "Get it? We're the Bulls, so he's just a calf."

"We all get it, Evan." Adam said, annoyed. "C'mon, Coach is waiting."

With the diaper pressing up against his thighs, Jake found it difficult to walk without waddling and crinkling with each and every step.

“Can’t I put my shorts on?” He asked, looking down at his bare thighs.

“Do you really think they’ll hide your diaper?” Evan scoffed. “Coach is waiting. Get going!”

“Hustle!” Coach called from the pitcher’s mound. Jake groaned, but began to waddle toward home plate. The entire team made a show of walking slowly behind him, chuckling as his amply padded butt waggling to and fro in the cotton embrace of his humiliating onesie. Jake could feel tears welling up in his eyes. How long had it been since he had last cried? “Let’s see that hustle, Jake!” Coach called again.

“I’m at the plate!” Jake yelled, a pitiful whine filling his voice. The team snickered as one.

“Boys, grab him his gear for batting practice.” Coach called. Confused, Jake watched as they grabbed a tee, a big plastic baseball more the size of a softball and, most embarrassing of all, a big orange plastic baseball bat. It was the gear for a toddler who wanted to pretend to play baseball like a big boy.

“Of course.” He muttered darkly.

“Alright, Jakey. Knock it out of the park!” Coach called, standing on the pitcher’s mound with a big grin on his face. Had he been behind this all? Taking the bat in his hands, he pictured Coach’s face on the ball and swung as hard as he could. The diaper between his thighs threw him off balance and the ball tumbled off the tee, rolling a few feet away.

“You got a piece of it, Jakey!” Evan called from the sidelines.

“Keep your eye on the ball!” Adam jogged over and replaced the ball on the tee, keeping a close eye on his humiliated teammate to make sure Jake did not try to swing the bat at him.

“Give it another shot!” Coach called. Jake swung the bat again and the ball left the tee. Being a hollow plastic ball, it did not fly forward like a normal ball would, hitting the wind and kind of hanging there before falling. “Run!” Coach barked.

“Seriously?” Jake muttered. He began to walk toward first base, grumbling as he waddled and crinkled with each and every step. At least they had left him his cleats, not that they mattered much when he could see the diaper every time he looked down.

“Run, Jake! I need to see some hustle out of my little slugger!” As howls of laughter came from all directions, Jake felt tears begin to flow down his cheeks.

He finally reached first base, but Evan just smiled at him as he stopped.

“I don’t have the ball. Keep running!”

“For real?” Evan nodded and Jake took off waddle-running toward second. Chris at second base also did not have the ball, so Jake went for third. They were going to make him run all the way back to home, weren’t they?

Sure enough, Jake found himself passing third and toddling as quickly as he could to home plate, his face red from both the exertion and his teammates’ taunting encouragement to keep running.

“Home run!” Buck exclaimed, running over to Jake, his arms raised triumphantly. Jake just looked away, embarrassed. Was the stupid thing around his waist wet from sweat or something else? He did not know if he wanted to find out.
“Alright, enough goofing around.” Coach called. “Everyone, out and back five times.” The team jumped to it, but Jake remained standing at home plate as they took off running. “You too, Jake. Just because you’re my little slugger doesn’t mean you get special treatment.” He smirked at Jake. “By the time you get back, I’ll bet we’ll have lots of volunteers to feed you your bottle, baby.” Jake’s heart began to pound again, even as he stood there, completely still. Was it a joke? How long were they going to keep this going? Coach chuckled as if he could hear Jake’s thoughts. “How about you run and we’ll find out if I’m joking or not?”