(Diaper) kidnap Fiction
Non Con stories of boys, being forced into a (diapered) life of bondage.
tiedspike
Liam waited patiently in the line as the customs officer checked everyone's passports. He was transferring flights at this airport on his way home, after a year studying abroad. Finally, he made it to the front of the queue and handed the man his passport. The man stared at it for a moment, before looking up at Liam.
'Can you come with me, sir?' He said, adjusting his face mask as he got up.
'Why?' Liam asked, suddenly quite nervous.
'Just follow me.' The officer said sternly and he led the boy into an office, with no windows. As they sat down, the officer asked:
'Are you aware that travellers from your country have been placed on a no travel list?'
'I-I did, but I'm not travelling f-from there, but TO there...' Liam stammered, shifting uncomfortably on his seat.
'Sir, that is a poor excuse,' the officer said impatiently. 'You are not allowed to travel to our country, those are the rules.'
'B-b-but I'm only transferring flights here!' Liam protested.
'That is still not allowed, sir. And therefore, I've to place you under arrest and put you in quaraintine, before you can be put on trail.' The officer pushed a button on the desk and within moments, two heavily armed guards entered the room, wrestled Liam to the ground and handcuffed the boy's hands behind his back.
'Bring him to the cell block, I'll send some help to get him dressed into his quaraintine outfit.' The officer said and Liam was roughly escorted out of the room, down some stairs and into a cell, where three more guards were waiting for them. Immediately, they set to work on poor Liam. His clothes were torn off him, replaced by a thick rubber suit, covering every inch of his body. As one of the guards pulled the attached hood over Liam's head and zipped up the suit, another silenced Liam's pleadings by pushing an inflatable gag in the boy's mouth. It was locked around his rubber encased head and inflated to a punishing size, stretching Liam's mouth to its limit.
'So you can't cough any droplets our way.' The guard grinned, patting Liam's head. A steel collar, wrist- and ankle cuffs were locked in place and connected by multiple chains, one of which connected his ankle to the bed. The guards released Liam, pushing him onto the bed and left the cell. But before they locked the steel door, one of them said:
'Good luck, boy. You'll stay like this for your two week quaraintine and until we can present your case to the court. Hope you are a patient one, because that can take months.' And with that, the steel door clanked closed.
Liam sat up on the bed, before sliding onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. And just audible in the silent room, muffled sobs came from deep down Liam's heavily gagged mouth.