Revenge

Chapter One: A New Face

"Are you okay, Wren?" Asked Luc, watching the boy's face as he hurried past. Wren nodded quickly and moved on, hurrying up the stairs to the stage. After the performance, the boys went straight back to their bus after saying goodbye to the crew.

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"You idiot! You nearly got us caught out! Now none of us are going to change your diaper! Come on, strip, Wren"

Blushing furiously, Wren followed Chris's orders, and took off his top, jeans, shoes and socks to reveal the diaper underneath. It sagged with poop, it hadn't been changed in days, the boys always found something to punish him for.

"Why are you still standing, little baby? Come on, you know this!" Said Ash, who took special delight in teasing him about being in this state.

Wren dropped to the floor, the poo squelching around his bum. The boys on the couch all chuckled, and Sam dragged him over to a corner, and made him stay in the position of all fours.

"We're going out to a club, if we come back and see that you've moved, you'll get a spanking so bad, you'll wish you were never born!" Threatened Dominic, before they all filed out of the tour bus, probably not going to return until dawn.

Already, Wren was uncomfortable. He dared not move, lest they still have security cams installed. His nappy rash rubbed against his skin, and his arms shook with the effort. Tears slowly made their path down his face, dropping onto the ground beside him. The never ending silence, the quiet suffering was suddenly broken by the creak of the opening door.

"Hey, are any of you guys home?" Came the call, a voice Wren knew well. Luc had come to check on them.

Wren stayed quiet, like he knew he should, and squeezed his eyes shut. If Luc found out about his condition, and supported the boys, Wren would have no escape when at performances. But, inevitably, the footsteps rounded the corner, and a small gasp could be heard.

"Why would you do this to yourself?!" Luc cried, rushing over and picking Wren up, cuddling him on his arms. For a moment, Wren paused. He wasn't meant to speak, except when in public or getting ready for another performance. But now he was found, everything would change.

"I didn't. The boys are doing it to punish me, for....for..."

"You can tell me, Wren."

"I can't remember...something small. I went out without their knowledge, I think."

"And they do this to you? Why didn't you fight back?!"

"They knocked me out, dressed me up in stupid baby clothes and took pictures. If I ever disobeyed them, they would post them on everything."

"Oh my god. Where are they now?"

"In a nightclub somewhere. They won't be back until something AM tomorrow."

"Right. We'll get you cleaned up, and then figure out a plan."

Wren hurried into the bathroom, one if the first times in ages he had been allowed in. The nappy felt like bliss as it slipped off, and he threw it in a trashcan that lay under the sink. In the shower, warm water washed over his skin, and he had to figure out how to use shampoo and conditioner again. After he managed to wash all of the suds out of his hair, he stepped out, and wrapped a towel around himself.

He decided to take some of the other boys clothes. If Luc agreed to his plan, they wouldn't be needing them for some time. Back in the lounge, Luc was flipping through TV channels, muttering to himself.

Another luxury Wren had been denied, TV that wasn't mindless rubbish for under two year olds. When Luc realised he was in the room, he switched off the TV, and patted the seat next to him on the couch. Wren sat next to him, enjoying the feeling of comfort from the cushions.

"What are we going to do? These boys have done terrible things to you! They deserve to be punished!" Luc said, anger filling his eyes.

"Well, what if they got some of their own medicine?" Suggested Wren, fiddling with his shirt. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Luc smiling at him.

"Sure! You guys have a break anyway, three weeks of it. After that, we'll figure something out."

Quickly, they set up the temporary nursery on the bus, until they made it home. Luc told him to wait in the nursery until they were ready, and he would get to dress them up, and take the photos.

A few minutes later, he hears the door slam. The sound of heated argument floated into the room, and soon silence.

"A little help here!" Luc called, and Wren ran to help drag the four bodies through to the makeshift nursery.

He hurried to find the clothes they had used to blackmail him before, and while they were knocked out, ('a friend of a friend' muttered Luc, shoving the chloroform back in his bag), he dressed them up each in turn, making them go into embarrassing and humiliating positions, taking a picture. He printed them and pasted them on the walls. After attaching a walkie talkie to the night mobile, he and Luc slept on their beds.

The clothes and positions of the boys:

Chris: Diaper, frilly pink socks, white shoes, pink bib and dummy. Position is lying sleeping on a pink blanket with thumb in mouth. Always self conscious about his sleeping habits.

Ash: Diaper that says 'Little Poopee', pink booties, dummy, bonnet. Position is on hands and knees, diapered butt waving in the air. Always wants to look his best.

Sam: Super thick diapers, super large pink onesie that says 'Baby Princess', super large dummy, pink booties. Position is in adult size walk-mobile, with caption 'fat little baby'. Always thinking about his weight.

Dominic: Large pink skirt, Dora shirt, pigtail wig, booties, stockings, large diaper, dummy. Position is lying on stomach under Luc's foot. Always wants to look tough.

**ALERT**ALERT**AUTHOR'S NOTE**ALERT**ALERT

HI GUYS!

Woah, too much caps lock!

Yay! The italics are back! Okay. I know I have been away a million years, but you know, Christmas, New Year, all of those excuses. I am super duper, ew, never saying that again, excited to be back and jumping into a brand new story.

As usual, I love you all and suggestions or recommendations or any communication with the outside world is welcome.

Please.

I'm desperate.

Even the pizza guy won't say hi.

JK!

Sorry, kinda manic today.

Love you, lots, bye!