The Hunters' Sissy

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/41204595.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Category: F/M, M/M
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
Character: Nico di Angelo, Zoe child of Midas (Percy Jackson), Phoebe (Percy
Jackson), Bianca di Angelo
Additional Tags: Submissive Nico, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent,
Femdom, Cock & Ball Torture, Humiliation, Diapers, Bed-Wetting,
Feminization, Forced Feminization, Watersports, Chastity Device,
Spanking
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2022-08-22 Updated: 2022-11-01 Chapters: 3/? Words:
5708

The Hunters' Sissy

by Habberdashery

Summary

The Hunters make Nico an offer: become their little sissy boy, free to be used and abused as
they like, and he may stay with his sister. He accepts.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

 Pony Boy

The night air was cold on Nico’s bare skin, and the thin Camp Half-Blood pajamas did little to
keep the rest of him warm either, though his oversized leather jacket did its best to compensate. It
wasn’t as cold as it had been that night atop the Westover Hall roof with Dr. Thorn, but at least
then he had been bundled up nice and warm by Bianca.

His sister was probably fast asleep right now, warm and cozy in bed inside Cabin 8 with all the
other Hunters. Even now she was outside his reach, and the thought made his stomach churn all
the more. How much worse would it be once she was gone for real, on the other side of the world
instead of the other side of camp? He pushed the thoughts away as he approached the training
room, shoving the heavy door open with a creak.

“I told you he would come!” It took Nico’s eyes a moment to adjust to the bright white light of the
small but well illuminated arena, and he gulped when he realized the voice belonged to the
Hunters’ intimidating lieutenant, Zoe. “Phoebe here believed you you be too great a coward.”

The muscular girl scowled. “I still don’t think he has what it takes.”

“Please,” Nico begged, sniffling, “I’ll do anything! Just let me join with my sister!”

The two girls exchanged a look. “He does seem to possess the necessary qualities,” Zoe argued.
“Simply gaze upon his physique.” Nico puffed out his chest as far as he could, which wasn’t much.

Phoebe sighed. “I suppose. Go ahead then.”

“Excellent.” Zoe turned back to Nico. “Very well then, boy, disrobe.”

“What?!” He had been expecting some sort of test—a trial of courage or strength, or perhaps for
them to simply beat him up with training swords until he gave in, but not this.

“Did you think we were recruiting you to be a Hunter?” Phoebe sneered cruelly. “Please. You’re
not fit to lick the muck from our boots.”

“Boys may never be Hunters,” Zoe said, nodding in agreement. “However, our troop does find
itself in need of a… a… what is the word?”

“A sissy,” Phoebe finished. “You’re auditioning to be the Hunters’ new sissy boy.”

“Your… sissy?” He knew what the word meant, or at least he thought he did; it was an insult.
What exactly it meant as a title, he hadn’t the faintest idea.

“Real boys can’t travel with the hunters, but little sissy boys don’t count. We’ll keep you around as
a toy, and to fulfill any duties that are beneath a girl’s dignity.”

That didn’t sound like much of a life, and he was tempted to tell them both where they could stick
their offer, but the words stuck in his throat. This was Nico’s only real chance to stay with Bianca
after all, and the thought of losing her for good terrified him. Shyly, he nodded. He could do it, he
could become a sissy if it kept him with his sister.

“Did I not tell you to undress?” Zoe demanded, and he hastened to obey. “A sissy must be obedient
in all things.” Nico shrugged off his jacket, hoping he would get that back at least, before clumsily
kicking off his shoes and stripping the rest of his clothing, blushing as he did so.
He hesitated when he was down to his pajama bottoms, but the judgmental eyes of the two Hunters
pushed him to hook both thumbs inside the waistband and pull them down with a grimace. He
kicked them off into a heap with the rest of his clothes, shivering from both the cold and the
sudden feeling of vulnerability.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Phoebe asked hotly. “She told you to strip. Get those whitey-
tighties off this instant.” Her tone left no room for argument, and he found himself moving before
he even made the decision to follow through, pulling his briefs down and adding them to the pile
almost without hesitation.

“Good boy,” Zoe said mockingly. “Now stand up tall; arms at your side.” He obeyed, staring down
at his feet and resisting the urge to cover himself. Stifled laughter rang out from before him, and he
blushed.

“It’s so small!” Phoebe cooed. “I’ve seen baby carrots bigger than that pathetic little thing. Maybe
Zoe’s right: you were born to be a sissy boy.” She stepped forward and pinched it between thumb
and forefinger, eliciting a squeak from Nico as she rolled it none too gently between them. “Thank
the gods you’re discovering your true calling. You never could have pleased anyone with that
thing.”

“Except maybe himself,” Zoe said. “Tell me, boy, have you ever touched that tiny manhood for
pleasure?” Nico blushed, nodding. Mama caught him once, back before they had been sent away to
that hotel, and his head ached just thinking of the tongue lashing he’d received for it. The dorms at
Westover Hall had afforded him quite a bit of privacy, and he’d indulged more than once beneath
its roof as well. “As I feared. The Hunters have no use for a sissy who can’t keep his hands off his
own disgusting boy parts.”

“I’ll never touch it again!” Nico promised. “I knew it was wrong, only-”

“You knew it was wrong, and yet you gave in to the temptations of the flesh regardless.
Disgusting, and how very like a boy. We have no use for a sissy who can’t control himself.”

Seeing his chance to be reunited with his sister slipping away, Nico threw himself onto his knees,
groveling before the two girls. “Please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything. Please let me be your sissy.
I’ll do whatever you say!”

“Hmm. Stay there,” Phoebe said. “Zoe, may I borrow your bow?” For a moment Nico feared they
were going to take shots at him, but then the well built girl knelt down behind him and grabbed at
his testicles, causing him to blush again at the touch. He could see little from his prostrated pose on
the floor, and he ducked his head to look back at her from between his legs.

She had pulled his balls back behind his thighs, placing one of the unstrung bows above and the
other below, sandwiching his tender flesh between the wooden instruments. She then fastened the
bows tightly together with twine. “There. Try to stand up.”

Nico obeyed and regretted it instantly, crashing back to the floor with a cry. With the bows situated
as they were, straightening his legs was impossible, and just attempting to do so yanked at his
testicles most painfully. It was several moments before he could push himself onto his hands and
knees once more.

“Now beg Zoe for the honor of being her pony. Carry her three laps around the arena, and we’ll
agree to train you as our sissy.”

Begging, which had come so naturally to Nico just moments earlier, suddenly seemed very
awkward when it was prescribed directly. “Please let me be your pony,” he said pitifully, forehead
pressed firmly into the dirt as he made his pleas. “I’ll be a good pony, I promise!”

“A poor excuse for a mount,” Zoe said, “but you beg so prettily. I suppose.” A heavy weight
settled on Nico’s back, and he almost collapsed again. The girl was thin but tall, and much older
besides, and she had to sit awkwardly to keep her legs off the ground. “Hold still,” she scolded,
reaching down and squeezing his balls in a vise like grip until he cried out. “Drop me and I’ll rip
these little things off.”

With that they set off, making a very poor pace on account of her weight and the tiny shuffling
movements Nico had to make to avoid pulling at his throbbing testicles. He was a rather small
child, even for a ten year old, and his muscles ached with the exertion.

“Faster!” Phoebe demanded, and something sharp landed on his rear with a crack, causing him to
fall onto his elbows. It took him a moment to realize she had fetched one of the riding crops. Only
surprise had prevented him from crying out, and he yelped in pain as the next one landed. “I said
faster!”

He picked himself back up and set off, trying not to buck too much as each blow landed. It was
hard to predict when or where the next one would land, and he found that it made it worse the
longer he was forced to wait anxiously between strikes. Phoebe was not weak armed by any means,
and it felt like her swings only became harder and harder as she warmed up.

“Do you mean to mewl in such a manner every time she hits you?” Zoe asked, sneering as he
pitifully shambled past his first lap. “I thought even a pathetic little thing like you would have
grown used to it by now.”

“I assumed a snot nosed little brat like you would have been over Bianca’s lap nearly every day,”
Phoebe added, landing another lick. “But I guess your spoiled little rear hasn’t been getting the
attention it deserves. Would you like me to give it a rest?”

“Yes please!” Nico gasped, tears and snot leaving a trail as he went. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“How polite.” The next blow landed directly on his exposed testicles, earning Phoebe an agonized
shriek as he flopped onto his stomach in pain. It was all he could do not to vomit as he convulsed in
the dirt.

“I told you not to drop me,” Zoe said coldly. “Get up.” He tried, honestly he did, but his arms were
too weak to push himself off the ground with her weight on his back. Several more lashings landed
across his vulnerable balls as if to encourage him, but eventually even Zoe was forced to admit he
simply wasn’t up to the task. “Oh very well.” She turned to face forward, taking her weight under
her own legs and allowing him to rise.

They continued on at much the same pace as before, aided by Zoe taking steps as though a toddler
on a bike, thus easing the burden atop his back, but slowed by the torturous pain in his testicles that
seemed to seep into his gut. Phoebe continued to rain down punishment on his bruised and swollen
cheeks, sparingly landing the occasional sharp crack across his exposed balls.

After what felt like an eternity, Phoebe said “Three,” in a voice that suggested she was
disappointed to be done, and he collapsed in a heap, sobbing quietly. “I suppose you did it.
Congratulations, sissy. Now the real training begins.”
 Pissy Sissy
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The next morning, Nico limped out of the Hermes cabin and down to breakfast. He had scarcely
slept a wink, tossing and turning as gingerly as he could, and sending bolts of pain from his
testicles to his throat with every tiny movement. The bruises on his ass hadn’t helped matters
either, but at least they didn’t radiate with the nauseating sort of pain that threatened to make him
sick even now. He doubted he would have the appetite for breakfast despite his growling tummy.

But he didn’t have to worry about that. Zoe, Phoebe, and two other Hunters intercepted him on his
way to the mess hall, wordlessly shepherding him away from the mass of campers filtering toward
the pavilion with varying degrees of wakefulness. “Did you sleep well?” Phoebe asked tauntingly,
pulling him toward the Southwest—directly away from the food.

“No,” he said honestly, stumbling to keep up with the pace they were setting: firm if not
unreasonable, and aided along by the girls’ longer legs. “It hurt too much. Please don’t…” He
trailed off as he realized two things; a good sissy wouldn’t ask to be spared if the girls would enjoy
his torment, and begging for mercy would likely just encourage them more.

“Don’t what?” Phoebe asked, reaching down to grip his throbbing balls through his pants. “Don’t
do this?” She twisted cruelly, the effect somewhat hampered by the interfering material of his
jeans, but getting the point across admirably regardless.

They marched him down toward the forges, plumes of smoke just beginning to rise from the
bellows as a lone figure worked to coax them to life. “You there, boy,” Zoe called, “have you
finished our request?”

The Hephaestus camper—because of course it was a Hephaestus camper—turned, and Nico

recognized him as Jake Mason, one of the more senior residents of Cabin 9. “Just put the finishing
touches on it,” he said cheerfully. “They put a curfew on the forge a few years ago, because we
were keeping everyone awake at night, but we can get away with tinkering at things that don’t
need any heavy equipment. Is this him?”

Nico was shoved forward as if in answer, and the older boy looked him over as though he were
nothing more than a test subject. “Pretty,” he said eventually in approval. “You chose well. Alright,
clothes off.” He spoke almost clinically, but while Nico had grown used to being bossed around by
the hunters, he hesitated to obey this seemingly random camper.

He received a swift slap across the face in response, so fast he hadn’t even seen Zoe move. “What
are you waiting for?” Face stinging, Nico began to fumble with his clothes, stripping down under
the stern glares of the Hunters and the eager camper. He realized as he did so that the girl had held
back, cuffing him the way an angered mother might chastise an unruly child rather than actually
seeking to harm him.

Somehow he felt more exposed in front of Jake than he had the Hunters. Girl were above boys in
this new hierarchy he must embrace, and it was only natural that he should obey them, but Jake was
a boy too, and a fellow camper! “Girls are above boys of course,” Zoe said, as though reading his
mind, “but even boys are above pathetic little sissies. You must learn to be obedient.”

If Jake minded being labeled as inferior, he didn’t show it. Most campers had learned to simply
ignore the Hunters’ rhetoric when it was inconvenient, and he knelt to inspect Nico’s privates
without complaint. “They’re pretty swollen,” he said, giving them an inquisitive squeeze and
causing Nico to bite his lip out of shame and pain both. “Do you want me to go up a size?”

“Nonsense,” Phoebe said dismissively. “It needs to stay snug even once they heal. Just stuff them
in.”

Jake retrieved a small metal device, fitting it around Nico’s penis. “This is a chastity cage,” he
explained. The Hunters told me you had trouble keeping your hands off your naughty parts, and
this should help.” To say the fit was snug would be an understatement, but the metal was cold
against his flesh, and his already admittedly small penis shrank even further at the touch. His balls
were another story, and Jake had to painfully cram them through the gap to get them to fit, the
Hunters holding Nico up by his arms as his legs gave out and he shrieked from the pain.

Eventually his genitalia was forced inside the device, and he was allowed to collapse to the ground.
“Don’t worry,” Jake said. “The forge is loud enough, and everyone’s used to the occasional scream
from training accidents. No on will pay him any mind. Let me show you how to work it.”

“I am familiar with such devices,” Zoe said dismissively, crouching to inspect Nico’s well
protected appendage. “I will admit I have never seen one so seamless or constrictive before.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” Jake said proudly, handing her a small remote. “This button here
deploys the spikes, this one gives him a little shock, this one just squeezes, and this…” The
Hunters listened attentively as the boy rambled, clearly ecstatic to have a receptive audience for his
newest unorthodox invention. “I think that’s everything,” he said eventually, trailing off as Nico
winced at the thought of the veritable menu of punishment he had provided the girls.

“Not everything,” Phoebe said, and Jake squinted in confusion. She cleared her throat. “Your
payment.”

“How could I forget?” Nico was back on his feet, and the older boy eyed him like a hungry wolf
might a grazing sheep. “Gods he’s pretty—built almost like a girl.” He scowled at what probably
hadn’t been intended as an insult, glancing down at his skinny arms and slim waist.

The Hunters for their part didn’t seem terribly enthused by the comparison, but they pointedly
ignored his words. It was at least undeniable that Nico was small and weak compared to the rest,
but the same couldn’t be said for the girls who followed Artemis, or those who chose to stay at
camp for that matter.

“You ever given a blowjob before?” Jake asked, running his hands through Nico’s hair almost
lovingly.

“What?!”

“Y’know…” He made a rather obscene gesture. “Sucked a cock? Played the skin flute? Slobbed on
the knob like corn on the cob?”

“Tell me he made that last one up,” Zoe whispered to Phoebe, who shrugged.

“No!” Nico protested, blushing at the accusation.

“Really? You look like the type to be passed around a dormitory half a dozen times before
breakfast.”

“I’m as surprised as you are,” Pheobe told him dryly. “We’ll have to hope he’s a fast learner. On
your knees.” Nico swallowed a protest and knelt uncertainly as Jake tore at his belt buckle. “I don’t
expect a pathetic little thing like you to be good at anything, but perhaps this will be the exception.
Do try to show a little enthusiasm either way.”

Nico swallowed as the boy revealed his cock and swung his hips tauntingly, almost jabbing his
prick between his eyes. It was discouragingly thick from the start, and quickly hardening at the
prospect of some fun. “Come on, open wide, baby boy.”

He had to open his jaws almost all the way to let the boy poke his disgusting length inside, and
Nico almost gagged as he closed his lips around the intrusion, grimacing at the sweaty taste. “Suck
you worthless little bitch!” Phoebe yelled, giving him a light kick in the side, and he began to
suckle tentatively on the boy’s cock.

The boy’s fingers gripped him tightly by the hair, eliciting a pained whine as he manipulated
Nico’s head for his own gratification. “Does he appear to be enjoying this too much?” Zoe asked in
amusement. Nico knew she had to be talking about him, although the older boy moaning through
his pleasure was clearly the only person enjoying the experience.

“Try the top one,” someone said, and Nico had a few seconds to puzzle over what that could mean
before sharp stabbing pains erupted all over the head of his cock.

“Hold still,” Jake growled, slapping him lightly across the face as he stopped his ministrations to
keen in pain. The girls continued to play with their new toy, and he did his best to grin and bear it
as the large cock forced its way in and out of his mouth, slobber dripping down his chin in rivers.

He managed to hold it together until they found the button that discharged the electric shock, and
Nico howled in pain, flinching violently as a current ran through the entire metal contraption. A
little shock turned out to be a horrible understatement, and Nico collapsed to the ground as Jake
roared in anger. “The bitch fucking bit me!”

“Bad sissy!” Phoebe yelled, and he was subjected to a series of shocks as she expressed her
displeasure. “This nice young man made you a present, and you bit him?!” He was hit with one
final shock, but this one persisted, and she scowled down at him as he writhed and screamed for
what felt like an eternity.

The five onlookers made noises of disgust, and it wasn’t until the shock ended that Nico realized
he was laying in a puddle of his own piss, having apparently lost control of his bladder during his
spasms. “Well that’s just gross,” Jake said. “I don’t want to get bit and covered in piss just trying to
get my dick sucked.”

“Well that’s your choice,” one of the Hunters said irritably, “but that’s the only mouth you’re
getting today.”

“Fine.” Jake disappeared back into the forge and reemerged a moment late with something in his
hand. “Open your mouth, slut.” Nico complied, and a hard metal ring was thrust between his teeth,
painfully holding his jaws apart as the larger boy positioned the head of his dick in front his mouth
again.

This time the slick cock slipped right down his throat, gagging Nico as he suddenly found himself
unable to breathe. Jake set an aggressive pace, grabbing Nico’s head and thrusting down his throat
with abandon, forcing his large prick down by sheer force when it refused to fit naturally.

“That’s what a real boy’s cock feels like,” one of the Hunters taunted. “Disgusting, isn’t it? But at
least it isn’t a pathetic little thing like yours.” Another shock had Nico convulsing, but the harsh
 metal ring prevented him from biting as the larger boy held him in place.

After a few minutes of gagging him with his cock, Jake snapped his hips forward, pulling Nico’s
head forward to meet them and forcing his dick down to the base, burying the smaller boy’s nose
in his pubic hair. He moaned and jerked in pleasure, coming directly down his throat with a cry.
“Little bitch has a tight throat at least.”

“Leave the gag in,” Phoebe said as he stepped away, satisfied. Her pants were down around her
ankles, and Nico could do nothing but gasp for air as she stepped before him and wrapped her
fingers through his hair, forcing him to look up. He had never seen a vagina before, and he stared
up transfixed before piss began to stream dribble out the urethra, quickly turning into a thick
stream.

The disgusting yellow liquid coated his hair before she adjusted and pissed directly into his face,
irritating his eyes with the acrid burning even as he squeezed them shut. The metal gag prevented
him from closing his mouth, and with his head tilted back he couldn’t prevent the piss from
pooling inside. “Swallow, slut!” she demanded, and Nico gulped it down between gags.

“Fucking disgusting.” Another hunter stepped up as Phoebe released him and dropped him to the
ground with a kick that was more like a push. “Lick it up, bitch boy.” Her heel ground his face into
the rapidly cooling puddle, and he licked pitifully at it like a dog. “There we go. What a shame our
puppy isn’t house trained.”

It seemed they didn’t have the patience to take it one at a time, and the three remaining Hunters
pulled their pants down to squat over him all together, Zoe claiming the spot at his head.

“I’ve never met a sissy this pathetic,” one of the Hunters laughed. “Even a little bitch boy should
be above a toilet.”

“Not this one,” Zoe said, turning Nico’s head to make sure she pissed directly into his mouth.
“Keep swallowing, boy, or I’ll see if this remote has a function that might encourage you.”

They left him in the dirt by the forge, sobbing and coughing up piss as they walked to breakfast.
“The showers are that way,” Phoebe called over her shoulder, pointing to the facilities. “Get
cleaned up before you eat, you filthy little boy.”

Chapter End Notes

Request: How about all three girls use him as a urinal while he’s down on the ground
all while verbally humiliating him.

Hopefully this scratched that itch, but they're not done using him as a urinal either
way!
 Baby Boy

“Now this is just pathetic, I’m not just saying that to be mean.”

Nico stood in the corner of the Hermes cabin, his nose buried against the wall as he listened to the
conversation around him. Cabin 11 may have been the most populous, but it seemed everyone but
him had somewhere to be during the day, and most campers tried to keep out of the Hunters’ way
anyway.

“I don’t know,” Phoebe said. “I think it’s kind of cute. You know, in a pathetic sort of way, like a
little puppy that can’t do anything itself.”

“Easy for you to say!” Nico’s bunk buddy Julia complained. “I’m just glad he took the bottom
bunk.” That elicited titters of laughter from the surrounding voices, and Nico’s face burned.

Phoebe hummed thoughtfully. “All these little kids running around, I’m sure you have other
bedwetters here.”

“Sure, a handful of the five year olds maybe. This little brat’s too old to be piddling in his sheets
every night.”

“I don’t mean to,” Nico said, sniffling in the corner. “I just—” His protest devolved into a pained
yelp as something unyielding collided reproachfully with his exposed balls.

As glad as he was to be out of his soaked PJ bottoms and underwear, bared genitals always seemed
to be a recipe for pain when the Hunters were around—which was always. A handful of the older
campers were sympathetic to his bedtime struggle, but even their patience had evaporated as the
nights wore on, and the rest of the cabin had precious little to begin with.

“Do you know how one disciplines a young hound who soils in its master’s den?” Zoe asked. That
seemed to be rhetorical, but if it were addressed at Nico and he ignored her, there would be hell to
pay. Of course if it weren’t a legitimate question and he spoke without permission, it wouldn’t be
much better.

For once, fear induced indecision worked in his favor, and the conversation continued behind him
unimpeded. “Come here, boy!” Zoe commanded eventually, and he scampered away from the
walls, heart beating. A handful of Hunters stood around the bunk alongside Julia, and the sight of
his soaked sheets forced his eyes back down to his feet out of shame.

Zoe grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him forward, throwing him painfully to his
knees beside the lower bunk. “Do you see that, puppy?” she asked, forcing his face mere inches
above the wet patch. He nodded desperately, wincing as the iron grip pulled at his skin. “How did
that happen?”

“I—I wet the bed,” he stuttered, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

“Really?” Phoebe asked from above like this was news to her. “Do big boys wet the bed?”

“No.”

“Hmm, and what does that make you?”

He knew what she wanted. “A little boy,” he answered trying not to cry. “A little sissy boy.” For a
moment he thought that was all they wanted, and then Zoe’s hand slowly forced his face down into
the soiled sheets.

“You smell that, you little bedwetter?” Julia laughed, giving his already battered cheeks a smack.
“This is how you make the cabin smell every morning.”

As unpleasant as having his nose rubbed in his accident was, it didn’t even crack the top five worst
things they’d done to him, so he weathered it without complaint. “As fun as this is,” Phoebe said
eventually, “maybe we should focus a little more on prevention. What do you usually do with
bedwetters?”

“See? Like I said: cute.” Nico covered his face with his hands, doing his best to pretend he was
somewhere else, anywhere else. Phoebe’s hands adjusted the diaper laying beneath his hips. “Boys
are disgusting, but babies are something else.”

“Yeah?” Julia asked. “Well you can keep him. Why does he need that now anyway? It’s not even
noon.”

Phoebe shrugged. “Because I like him this way.” She pulled the front up, securing the tapes
without too much difficulty. “You know, it’s a good thing we have your little peepee locked up—
makes it much easier to change you.” She grabbed him under the arms and set him on his feet like
he was a toddler. “A good little boy like you doesn’t need to play with it anyway, all it’s for is
pissing in your diapers. Do you need to go potty?”

“No!” There didn’t seem to be a way out of this, but he could at least put that particular humiliation
off a while longer.

“Really? You don’t need to piddle in your pampers for mommy?”

“No, mommy, I…” He knew what she wanted, but it was still hard to make the words come out. “I
don’t need to piddle in my pampers.” Peals of laughter sounded from around him at that
announcement, and he covered his face again.

“Do you think he deserves pants today?” someone asked to the room’s general amusement, and
Nico’s stomach jumped into his throat.

“I don’t know,” Phoebe said, seemingly the de facto leader of the operation, “pants are for good
boys. Are you going to be a good little boy today, Nico?”

The strange maternal display, twisted though it may be, was undeniably preferable to being beaten,
pissed on, and forced to suck cocks behind the amphitheater. “Yes, mommy. I’ll be a good boy.”
And if it kept him from waddling around camp with his diaper on display, that was a plus.

“Is that so?” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “You know, some people here are of the opinion
that there’s no such thing as a good boy.”

That much was perfectly obvious. “I’ll be a good boy! I promise! Please, mommy.”

It seemed something as simple as begging was incredibly funny to everyone else when he was
dressed in nothing but a diaper. “Well, you’re lucky I’m a more progressive Hunter,” Phoebe said,
planting a mocking kiss on the top of his head. “I think little boys can be good, just so long as
they’re kept in their place.” She turned to the rest and called dramatically, “On with his bottoms!”

Her pronouncement was met with some groaning, but someone reluctantly tossed him his pants.
“Now,” Phoebe said as he fumbled to pull them on, “unfortunately these might get in the way of
diaper checks, so if someone comes up and tells you to drop your drawers, you do it, understand?”

The crowd seemed mollified by the condition, as though Nico would have had any choice but to
obey anyway. “Yes, mommy.”

“Because that’s what a good little boy would do, and if you’re not going to be a good boy, do you
know what happens?” He shook his head, and she shrugged noncommittally. “A caning, a nice
hard ball whipping, maybe a refreshing drink from the urinals… dealer’s choice, really.”

“We can’t do that anyway?” someone asked, disappointed.

“Not when he’s being my good little boy!” She pulled him into a hug, and he wrapped his arms
around her desperately, leaning into the sole bit of comfort he’d found over the past few days.

Nico’s bladder was mercifully empty, courtesy of his soggy sheets, and he did his best to avoid
drinking anything. All he was truly doing was delaying the inevitable, and shortly after lunch the
pressure in his bladder had gone from present to uncomfortable to downright desperate. Nico was
left in the awkward position of choosing between begging for his ‘potty privileges’ back or quietly
flooding him diaper in private, but that decision was made for him.

“What’s the matter?” Phoebe asked, smacking him on the butt as she approached from behind. The
lingering welts and bruises elicited a yelp even through the thick padding, and the diaper itself
crinkled loudly. “Looks like someone’s doing the potty dance.”

“Can I…” Nico trailed off, glancing around at the campers stewing about before asking quietly,
“Can I please use the bathroo— I mean the potty? Please?”

“Come on,” she said mercifully, taking him by the hand, “let’s find somewhere for you to go
potty.”

It was a little embarrassing to be led around like a little kid, but then that’s what he was to her,
right? And it was better than being a punching bag. They made their way to Cabin 8 and Phoebe
closed the door behind them. “Alright, pants around your ankles. Let’s go.”

He glanced at the bathroom door, but her warnings had been rather clear, and he hurried to undo
his belt. Somehow it was almost more embarrassing to reveal his diaper than it had been to be
changed into it in the first place. “Good boy!” she cooed, kneeling down to take a closer look.
“Still dry!”

“Can I use the potty now?” he asked, squirming with the effort to hold it in.

“Of course you can.” He went to move, but she grabbed him by the hands, anchoring him in place.
“Go on, use your potty pants, and then mommy will change you. Well, maybe.”

The knowledge he wasn’t about to get a chance to use the bathroom only made the pressure worse,
and tears streaked down Nico’s cheeks as he lost control. “Good boy,” Phoebe whispered, leaning
forward to watch closely as his diaper puffed, darkened, and sagged. “Now, do you think you
deserve a fresh diaper?” The cabin door opened before he could respond, and Phoebe scrambled to
her feet.

“Nico? What’s going on?” His heart dropped as he looked up and saw Bianca standing in the
 doorway. “I saw you and Phoebe. Is… is that a diaper?”

Nico didn’t know it was possible to feel any more shame than he already was, but everything he
had experienced over the last few days bubbled up to the surface and he burst into tears. “Don’t
cry!” Phoebe said comfortingly, pulling him into a hug. “Bianca, did he not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” she asked, stepping closer.

The girl’s hand rubbed the back of his shirt comfortingly. “Nico’s little bedtime accidents have
started happening in the day too.” The lie made his face burn brighter, but it was still a more
favorable explanation for his current predicament than the truth.

“Oh, Nico!” Bianca ran a hand through his hair. “You should have told me. How can I help?”

“Well,” Phoebe said with a smirk only Nico could see, “could you give me a hand changing his
diaper?” She reached down to give him a few soppy pats on the butt. “It’s a soaker.”

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