(Diaper) kidnap Fiction

Read part 1 here

It was silent in the old part of the police building, apart from the occasional dripping of the water and the soft moaning sobs that came from the last cell in the row. Inside the cell, Michael sat motionless on his knees, staring at the brick wall on the other side of the bars. He tried desperately to forget the past few days, but it proofed difficult when there was nothing to occupy his mind for the hours he'd spend in the silent cell block. His whole body hurt, from the aching of his strictly bound limbs to his poor ass, fucked roughly and multiple times during the weekend. Even his throat hadn't been spared, as he had been forced to accommodate cock after cock down his throat. His stomach almost felt bloated with the amount of cum he'd been forced to swallow, as what seemed like all the officers had been paying multiple visits to deposit a load during the weekend. And even though this hadn't been the first time they'd done this to him, Michael still felt so miserable, so alone as he suffered silently inside the cramped cell, completely alone and forgotten by the world. 

Suddenly, the boy heard a door open and the feeling of terror he had become so used to rushed back in force. Oh god, please let it be over, he thought, please let it be Sunday afternoon so they have to let me go. Heavy boots could now be heard as they slowly descended down the stairs. They paused for a moment, before continuing their way, becoming louder and louder. Michael's eyes became wide with fear as officer Radcliffe appeared. A lazy smile curled his lips and he took a big bite from a chocolate bar. 

'Hello Bitch,' he said, his mouth full of chocolate. 'Did you enjoy your Saturday? Don't worry, we have a whole other day to go!' Michael turned pale and a pleading whimper escaped passed the large dildo they'd stuffed down his throat. This had only been Saturday? Oh no, please no. I can't do this for another day. please no... But then, officer Radcliffe laughed heartily. 

'Oh you should have seen your face. Priceless! No it is not Saturday. It is Sunday evening. So the weekend is almost over.' Relief washed over Michael, pushing out the awful miserable feeling that had occupied him for hours. It was done. He was done. He would be released and he could go home. Finally.

'Do you like that, slut? Do you want to go home?' 

'Mmmpppssss ssssffffrrrr.' Michael moaned, hating himself for groveling in front of the man who had turned his life into a miserable existence. But the boy knew that he needed to be as respectful as possible to him, otherwise he'd suffer the consequences later on. 

'I bet you do. Well, let's give you one last face fuck and then I'll bring you home.' Officer Radcliffe said, dropping his pants and undoing the head harness holding the muzzle over Michael's mouth. He pulled out the dildo gag and Michael quickly took a breath of air, before the real deal was plunged back down his throat. 

'There is a good straight boy.' officer Radcliffe grunted as he began rougly pistoning in and out of Michael's mouth. 'We've trained you good, you little cock sucker: your throat still feels heavenly. I think that is why we like having you around, bitch boy. you are a much better fuck than any of our partners at home.' Michael couldn't answer, as he gagged and wheezed and gasped for air. Even after all this time, even after they'd destroyed his gag reflex and trained him to suck cock after cock, he still had trouble swallowing the officer's oversized meat down his throat. But finally, he felt Officer Radcliffe tense up and the man shoot his massive load down Michael's throat. He swiftly pulled out, shooting the rest of his spunk over Michael's face. 

'Still feel like you are straight, boy?' He grinned as Michael obediently swallowed the heavy load. 

'N-n-no Sir.' the boy stammered and he hung his head down in shame. 

'What are you then?' 

'I-I am...I-I am an inferior cum dump...sir...' Michael whispered in humiliation and Officer Radcliffe smiled, smearing his load all over Michael's face and hair with his big hand. 

'Good boy. Now let's get you dressed and bring you home.' 

Officer Radcliffe turned off the engine and got out of the car. Looking back again, like he'd done many times during the two hour drive, he smiled as he watched the boy, struggling against the rubber straitjacket. His mouth once again plugged and muzzled and a thick blindfold over his eyes, The boy couldn't know where he was. But judging by his animated groaning, he probably knew that something was off, for it normally took no more than half an hour to drive from the police station to his house. He took the blindfold away and the boy looked wildly around, seeing the thick woods all around them and the log cabin a few yards away.

'Welcome boy!' Officer Radcliffe said cheerfully as he pulled the kid out by his hair. 'I know, I know: it is not your parental house, but after I spoke to them on friday, your parents were becoming desperate for you to better your ways, otherwise I informed them, you would probably end up in prison.' Officer Radcliffe laughed and he clipped a leash to the boy's collar, pulling him towards the cabin despite the desperate struggling of his captive. 'And when I told them about a rehabilitation camp for unruly teens, like the good police officer that I am, they jumped at the chance to sign you up. So congratulations: you are the first and only participant in the Hallow Wood Rehabilitation Camp. Do you like the name I made up?' Officer Radcliffe paused as he unlocked the door, then he yanked the boy forward by the leash and dragged the struggling 19 year old down the stairs and into the basement behind a strong steel door. His eyes seemed to be ready to pop out of their sockets as the boy saw the contents of the room: the countless gags, hoods and other bondage items, neatly ordered on their shelves and peg hooks. The numerous bondage outfits, hanging sinisterly from the hangers in the walk in closet on the far side of the room. And of course the cages, pillories, boxes and all the other furniture in the room, each one more ominous than the next. He yanked the kid forward and pushed him inside a tall but thin cage. When the door was locked shut, the boy was unable to sit down or turn around. 

'Now, you've been enrolled into a six month rehabilitation program, but I assured your folks that should that not be enough, we can extend it until I've believe you have turned into a obedient and respectful member of society. And I think that will take much longer than half a year, don't you? A year, maybe two? Or even longer?' Officer Radcliffe winked at the terrified teen through the bars. 'Don't worry: we can decide when the time is right. So say goodbye to the outside world, bitch boy. You'll not see the sun again in a very very long time.'

for part 3: https://mg83.bdsmlr.com/post/723007160