Oscar shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench in the bustling pub garden, the late afternoon sun casting golden rays across the scattered tables while the hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the air. His soaked nappy sagged heavily between his thighs, the thick padding swollen with urine that had long since cooled against his skin, creating a noticeable bulge that strained the front of his trousers and left a dark, damp patch creeping up the crotch. The faint, acrid scent of his accident mingled with the earthy aroma of spilled beer and grass, making his face flush as he nursed his pint, his micro penis tucked away and utterly insignificant within the sodden confines.

Rob's gaze sharpened from across the garden, his group of friends—Jake, Mike, and Alex—pausing mid-conversation as they followed his line of sight to the solitary figure. The bulge was unmistakable, the wet patch glaring under the light, and Rob's lips curled into a commanding smirk. "Well, well," he muttered, voice low and assertive, "looks like someone's had a little accident." Jake snorted mockingly, his observant eyes narrowing with sarcasm, while Mike leaned forward with vulgar energy and Alex grinned with teasing aggression. They rose as one, approaching Oscar's table with deliberate steps that sent a shiver of humiliated arousal through him.

"Need a hand with that, mate?" Rob offered, his tone laced with sadistic amusement as he loomed over the timid man, the others flanking him like a pack. "Private spot in the disabled toilets—won't take long to get you cleaned up proper." Oscar's heart raced, his compliance blooming under their stares, the promise of exposure and use already stirring heat in his soaked nappy.

Without a word, Rob's firm hand gripped Oscar's elbow and guided him from the bench, the others closing in around him like a protective yet predatory circle as they moved across the garden toward the pub's rear entrance. The soaked nappy squelched with every step, its heavy bulk rubbing against Oscar's thighs and sending fresh waves of damp warmth up his spine, while the group's low chuckles vibrated through the air like shared secrets. Inside the dim corridor, they pushed open the disabled toilet door and ushered him in, the lock clicking shut behind them with a finality that made Oscar's breath hitch.

Rob wasted no time, his assertive fingers tugging down Oscar's trousers and underwear in one swift motion, the soaked nappy peeling away with a sticky, squelching sound that filled the small tiled space. The cool air kissed his exposed skin, and there it was—his micro penis, barely an inch long even in its soft state, nestled above his balls like a shy nub, utterly dwarfed by the thick padding that had concealed it. Heat flooded Oscar's face as arousal surged unbidden, his tiny cock twitching and stiffening to its full, pathetic length of perhaps two inches, the head flushing pink and glistening with a bead of precum that betrayed his humiliated excitement.

Jake's mocking laugh erupted first, sharp and observant as he pointed, "Fuck, look at that little clit—it's like a baby's finger trying to salute us." Mike joined in with vulgar energy, his voice crude and booming, "Jesus, Rob, that thing's so small it could hide in a nappy forever and no one would notice," while Alex's teasing aggression cut through with a grin, "Bet it leaks more than his diaper did when we touch it." Oscar's embarrassment burned hotter, his micro penis throbbing visibly under their stares, a mix of shame and forbidden thrill making his knees weak as the group crowded closer, their eyes devouring every exposed, inadequate inch.

Rob stepped forward first, his commanding presence filling the cramped space as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, semi-hard cock, the heavy head already glistening. "Open up, little diaper boy," he ordered, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure, and before Oscar could fully process it, a hot stream of piss erupted from Rob's slit, splashing directly onto the tiny nub of Oscar's micro penis. The warm liquid cascaded over his flushed, inadequate length, soaking his balls and dripping down his thighs in rivulets that mingled with the remnants of his soaked nappy, the sharp, acrid scent rising to fill Oscar's nostrils and heighten his shameful arousal. Jake and Mike followed suit almost immediately, their cocks aimed at his chest and face, their streams hitting with forceful precision—one arcing into his open mouth as Alex chuckled darkly, forcing the bitter taste down his throat while the others coated his skin, turning his exposed body into a dripping canvas of humiliation that made his micro penis twitch and leak a fresh bead of precum.

The group pressed closer, their bodies radiating heat in the steamy toilet, and Rob's hand gripped the back of Oscar's neck, guiding his face toward Jake's now-hardening cock. "Suck it, slut—show us how grateful you are for that drink," Rob commanded, his tone brooking no refusal, and Oscar's lips parted obediently around the thick shaft, the musky taste of piss and precum flooding his senses as Jake thrust shallowly at first, then deeper, his mocking laughter vibrating through his body. Mike took his turn next, shoving his own veined length past Oscar's lips with eager energy, fucking his mouth in steady, forceful strokes that made Oscar's throat constrict and eyes water, saliva and urine mixing to dribble down his chin while Alex's teasing hands pinned his wrists behind his back. Each thrust forced him to swallow reflexively, the warm, salty loads building in his belly as they rotated, their cocks stretching his jaw and leaving trails of pre-ejaculate on his tongue, Oscar's own pathetic arousal throbbing untouched yet painfully evident, his emotional surrender deepening with every humiliating gulp that bound him tighter to their dominance.

Rob yanked Oscar off Mike's cock with a wet pop, the strings of saliva and piss stretching from his swollen lips as the group manhandled him onto all fours atop the cold tile floor. "Time to stretch that tight little hole, diaper slut," Rob growled, kicking Oscar's knees wider apart so his soaked nappy bunched uselessly around his thighs, exposing the pale curve of his ass and the shameful twitch of his micro penis dangling beneath him like a forgotten nub. Jake's mocking laughter filled the space as he lined up first, spitting crudely onto Oscar's puckered rim before driving his thick cock deep in one relentless thrust, the burn and stretch punching a muffled cry from Oscar's throat while his inadequate length leaked helplessly onto the floor.

They rotated without mercy, Mike taking Jake's place after a few savage pumps, his energetic hips slapping against Oscar's cheeks with wet, rhythmic force that made the

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