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They’d pulled over the dude for speeding, but when he wasn’t able to offer any valid identification, they’d hauled his ass into the station. Then, per standard procedure, they conducted a strip search and discovered that their detainee was some type of pervert. The boy, who had told them that his name was Jimmy Stevens, wasn’t wearing underwear; he was wearing a fucking diaper.
“You got some type of bladder control problem,” Officer Johanson asked, raising an eyebrow.
“N-n-no,” the boy stammered, obviously embarrassed to be standing there clad only in a diaper.
“Then what’s with the diaper?” the officer pressed him.
“My…my daddy makes me wear it,” the boy answered, blushing something fierce.
“Your father makes you wear a diaper?” the officer asked, incredulously.
“No,” the boy responded, his blush deepening. “Not my father. My daddy.”
Officer Johanson gave the boy a piercing look and then burst out in loud guffaws. Turning to his partner, Pete Simmons, he exclaimed, “You know what we’ve got here, Pete. We got ourselves one of those twisted fagboys who likes to be treated like a little boy, like a little baby boy. He’s not even potty-trained so he has to wear a diaper. That’s right, boy, isn’t it?” he asked turning back to the abashed teenager standing in front of him. “You’re not potty-trained, are you, boy? You pee and shit into your diaper, don’t you, boy?”
The boy’s entire body was now a bright scarlet and he looked like he was fighting back tears. Finally, stuttering in his embarrassment, the boy answered, “I…I have to. My daddy…my daddy says little boys can’t be trusted to go…to go pee-pee and…and make do-do on their own. So I…so I have to do it in my diaper.”
Officer Johanson could scarcely control himself, he was laughing so hard. “Go pee-pee and make do-do? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You are one sick little puppy, boy. And, so’s your daddy, too.”
Jimmy Stevens was used to being mocked and derided whenever some other dude found out he was wearing a diaper. His daddy had warned him that most Men liked to bully little boys like Jimmy and make fun of them, too. So Jimmy wasn’t surprised that the two policemen were laughing at him the way they were. And he would have just stood there and let the two men make fun of him because, as his daddy had taught him, Real Men had the right to make fun of – and have fun with – boys like Jimmy. But the man had said mean things about daddy, and Jimmy didn’t like that.
“My daddy’s a good daddy,” Jimmy protested, his face in a pout. “My daddy takes real good care of me.”
“And how does he do that?” Officer Simmons asked, deciding to join in on the fun they were having with this sick pervert. “How does your daddy take good care of you?”
“My daddy feeds me. And he dresses me. And…and he changes my diaper when I need it. And…and he makes sure I behave myself like a good little boy should.”
“And how does he do that, boy?” Office Simmons continued, enjoying mocking the sick pervert they’d picked up. “How does your daddy make sure you behave yourself?”
“He punishes me when I’ve been bad," Jimmy explained. “He…he spanks me when I’ve been a bad boy.”
“Oh,” Officer Johanson broke in, “does he spank you when you’re in your diaper, boy?”
“Nnnooo,” Jimmy slowly responded, a little embarrassed to be talking about how his daddy spanked him. “He spanks my…my naked tushie. Daddy says that’s the way all bad boys are punished, by having their naked tushies spanked.”
Officer Johanson turned to his partner. “Can you believe this shit?” he asked, his amusement obvious in his voice. “Can you believe this fucking shit?”
Officer Simmons was shaking his head in disgust. “I know it takes all types, Brad, but this is really fucked up. What the hell are we supposed to do with this one? Call his daddy and let him take him home? We put a boy like this in the holding tank, you know what’s gonna happen to him.”
Officer Johanson gave his partner a keen glance before responding. “It probably won’t be the first time, Pete.” Then, he turned back to their prisoner. “What does…your daddy do after he finishes spanking you, boy?” he inquired.
“Well, usually, sir,” Jimmy responded looking back and forth between the two officers, obviously nervous, “he massages my tushie until it doesn’t hurt so much. And then…then he gives me a lollipop to suck on.”
There was a knowing grin on Officer Johanson’s face as he reached down, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. It was a good nine inches and hard as steel, pointing straight at the boy. “Your daddy gives you a lollipop like this, boy, doesn’t he?”
“Yes…yes, sir,” Jimmy admitted, his eyes fixed on Officer Johanson’s straining Man-tool, “but daddy’s lollipop isn’t so big, sir.”
The teenager looked up at the policeman. “And, sir,” he finally continued, “my daddy says I have to suck on any lollipop when a Man asks me to. He says good boys always suck on a Man’s lollipop when offered the opportunity.”
“And you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Officer Johanson pressed, a wolfish gleam now in his eyes.
“Well,” Jimmy said, unconsciously licking his lips. “I try to be, sir. I try to be.”
“Then get on your knees, boy,” the man ordered, “and suck on this.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered. He dropped to his knees, leaned forward and, in one fluid motion, took the officer’s entire Man-tool down his throat, just like his daddy had taught him he should always do with a ‘lollipop.’
“Jesus Christ,” Officer Johanson moaned, as the boy started going to work on his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ.” In less than five minutes, the man was bucking out a load of hot semen down the boy’s grasping throat.
“God damn,” Office Johanson exclaimed, leaning against the desk after he’d drained his nads. “This faggot definitely knows his way around cocks. It was the best fucking blow-job I‘ve had in years.”
Officer Simmons had been standing there, watching his partner getting his nut, his own cock hard as a rail in his pants. And while he certainly wouldn’t object to a good blow-job, he decided to see just how far the boy’s ‘daddy’ had trained him. "Your daddy ever do anything else with his…lollipop, boy?”
Jimmy was kneeling there, the man’s lollipop seed still slithering down his throat, the taste still permeating his mouth. He looked up at the officer and answered, feeling himself blush for reasons he couldn’t express. “Yes, sir. Every night, if I’ve been a good boy, he takes me into his big bed and…and sticks his lollipop…up…up the hole in my tushie and then he moves it around inside for a while until…until he gives me some of his creamy lollipop seed.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy replied defensively. “That’s what my daddy calls it – his lollipop seed.”
Office Simmons eyes took on a feral look as he asked, “Would you like that, boy? Would you like me to deposit some of my lollipop seed up your tushie?”
“I…I don’t know, sir,” Jimmy replied, biting his lip. “Sometimes when daddy sticks his lollipop up my tushie it really hurts. And your lollipop is much bigger than daddy’s is. It might really hurt. Bad.”
“But,” Simmons pressed, “you let your daddy stick his lollipop up your tushie, even though it hurts, don’t you, boy? You let him do that even though it hurts bad, don’t you?”
“Well,” the boy hemmed and hawed, “daddy really likes to give me his lollipop and daddy always said I should do whatever a Man wants me to. That’s what good boys do, and I always want to be a good boy.”
“Then why don’t you be a good boy, now,” Officer Simmons told Jimmy. “Why don’t you be a good boy now and take off your diaper and let me stick my lollipop up your tushie. It’s something I want to do and doing it will show that you’re a good boy.”
The boy looked at the policeman. “Well, I want to be a good boy, so…okay. I’ll let you stick your lollipop up my tushie.”
“Okay, boy,” Simmons said. “So you need to take off your diaper.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, reaching down and pulling on the Velcro strips to loosen his diaper. Seconds later he was standing naked in front of the two policemen and while both of them were relieved to see that the boy hadn't yet soiled his diaper with his body wastes, Simmons couldn’t keep from remarking, “Shit, Brad, the little fag even shaves his pubes.”.
“Daddy doesn’t like boys having hair down there,” Jimmy responded defensively. "He says it’s something only Men should have, not little boys like me. Boys should be all smooth down there, like I am now.”
“Now, boy,” Simmons directed as he smiled at his partner, “I want you to lean over the desk and reach back and spread your ass…your tushie apart with your hands.”
“Like this, sir,” Jimmy asked, once he was leaning over the desk and had spread his ass-cheeks far enough apart so that the boy’s puckered rosette was clearly visible across the room.
“That’s fine, boy,” Simmons replied, his voice noticeably huskier as his Man-cock throbbed in his hand. The faggot might be a total perv, but he had himself one beautiful boypussy. “Just like that,” he soothed as he moved behind the boy and then, in one vicious thrust, buried his thick 8-inch bone to its root in the boy’s fuck-chute.
“Oh, sir. It hurts. It really hurts,” the boy screamed.
“Just take it, you little faggot,” Simmons barked, wrapping a hand around the boy’s mouth to stifle his screams as he began power-driving his hard fuck-stick in and out of the velvety hole. Jimmy was soon crying bitterly as the brutal ass-fuck went on and on. Finally, though, howling like a wolf despite himself, Simmons spewed a massive load of ball-cream into the boy’s ravaged hole.
“Motherfuck,” he exclaimed, as he collapsed on the boy’s back. “That’s one incredible piece of boypussy. It’s as tight as any cunt I ever fucked…Or at least was when I started in on it,” he added with a laugh.
Jimmy was whimpering underneath him and groaned when the man finally withdrew his cock from his now-leaking tushie. But before he could even make a move to raise himself off the desk, he heard Officer Johanson telling him to stay where he was. “My lollipop wants to spend some time in your tushie, too,” he explained.
“Oh, please, sir,” Jimmy begged. “My tushie is so sore. That first lollipop was so big. It really hurt me back there, sir. It really hurt me.”
“Well, boy, that’s just too bad,” Johanson growled. “You took Pete’s lollipop and now you’re gonna take mine.”
“Please, no, sir,” the boy begged, even as the officer moved behind him. "Please...NO! NO! IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BAD.”
Johanson quickly followed Simmons lead and gagged the boy with his hand and just seconds later was pounding away at the boy’s ass with wild abandon. It took Johanson a good ten minutes of wild fucking before he finally added his own sperm deposit inside the boy’s tortured fuck-hole.
“Whew,” he said when he was finally finished. “You were right, Pete. That was just about the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.”
The two cops looked at each other and then at the boy, lying spread over the desk, his battered fuck-hole leaking Man-cum like a sieve. Finally, it was Simmons who spoke up. “Okay, boy. Put your diaper back on and get dressed.”
Slowly, in obvious pain, Jimmy pushed himself off the desk. Then, the tears still seeping out of his eyes he reached down, picked up the diaper and fitted it back around his groin. He picked up the rest of his clothes and slowly put them on. Once dressed, he stood quietly in front of the two police officers.
“Okay, boy,” Officer Johanson told him, “we’re gonna let you go. But we better never catch you speeding again. Understand, boy?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy quietly answered, obviously too embarrassed by what had just happened to even look at the two officers.
“Then get out of here, boy,” Simmons chimed in, “before we change our minds.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy quickly replied and turned around to head for the station door. As he did so, he could hear the two policemen uncontrollably laughing, even as the boy audibly sobbed.
But no sooner had the boy made it to the sidewalk in front of the police station than his tears miraculously dried up. ‘Fuck,’ he said to himself. ‘that was just about the best dicking I’ve had in a year. Fucking cops really know how to show faggot pussy a good time.'
But the boy didn’t have a lot of time to stand there and marvel at his good fortune. He needed to hurry now. The cops had kept him longer than he’d planned on – though it had definitely been time well spent. But Jimmy’s Daddy would be arriving home from his trip in less than an hour and his daddy would expect to be greeted as he always was when he returned from one of his two-week trips, with Jimmy on his knees, in his harness and boots and leather jock, a big butt-plug stuck up his ass, his cock back in its cage with the key in the lock, waiting for Daddy to turn it, locking Jimmy in chastity for the next two weeks.
It was a weird arrangement, but it worked for Jimmy and his Daddy, and it fit in well with Daddy’s schedule. For two weeks every month, Daddy traveled the globe, closing business deals, inspecting plants, doing all the things a high-level corporate executive was so richly remunerated for doing. For the other two weeks, though, Jimmy’s Daddy got to live the life of a Leather Daddy, with his boy, Jimmy, always by his side. And during those two weeks Daddy was home, Jimmy was always in his harness, his boots, and his cock-cage. Jimmy was Daddy’s bitch, to use as he wanted, however he wanted. But then, after two weeks when Daddy had to leave, he would unlock Jimmy’s cage and Jimmy was on his own.
Daddy had known from the beginning of their relationship what an insatiable whore his bitch was and, being a good daddy, he gave Jimmy permission to whore himself out whenever Daddy was gone on one of his trips. There was only one rule – it had to be strictly a matter of sex. Jimmy could have sex with any dude he could convince to stick his cock up Jimmy’s hungry boytwat. But the only relationship he was ever to have was with his Daddy.
So, over the years of their relationship, Jimmy had become a denizen of back rooms and a habitue of glory holes. But while Jimmy had no trouble finding random gay dudes more than happy to ream out his fuck-cunt with no questions asked, what he really craved was the feel of straight cock pounding away in his hole, particularly when it was the straight dude’s first experience with boypussy. God knows how many truckers he’d introduced to the pleasure of plowing fag-boy pussy. And the same could be said of all the soldiers and marines he’d spent a wild night ‘entertaining.’ But, for his money, nothing came close to straight cop-dick. He didn’t know what it was, but cops always showed him the best time – if you could get them to mount up.
And that was the problem. Jimmy couldn’t count how many times he’d been pulled over for speeding but, while he’d gotten more than a few loads of hot cop-spunk spewed into his mouth, they almost never agreed to plow out his boycunt the way Jimmy wanted. They all said there was just something too faggy about fucking another dude.
Jimmy thought about this problem for a long time. And it occurred to him that the hang-up was that the cops saw him as another ‘dude.’ Maybe, just maybe, if they saw him as a ‘boy’ they might not have the same hang-ups. And that was how he hit upon the whole diaper ruse. And it had definitely proved a winner.
There was just something about seeing him in a diaper, acting like a little boy, that never failed to get these cops to give him the full-bore cunting-out that he loved. When you thought about it, it was kind of sick – they wouldn’t fuck him if they saw him as a dude, but if they saw him as a little boy they were more than hot to trot. But, what the fuck? The diaper ploy worked. It worked every time. And these last two cops were simply the best. Good enough that Jimmy was already planning on speeding through their precinct during Daddy’s next work-trip. They’d probably be super-pissed off that he’d done it again and really throw it to him when they got him back in the station. Jimmy could only hope.
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They’d pulled over the dude for speeding, but when he wasn’t able to offer any valid identification, they’d hauled his ass into the station. Then, per standard procedure, they conducted a strip search and discovered that their detainee was some type of pervert. The boy, who had told them that his name was Jimmy Stevens, wasn’t wearing underwear; he was wearing a fucking diaper.
“You got some type of bladder control problem,” Officer Johanson asked, raising an eyebrow.
“N-n-no,” the boy stammered, obviously embarrassed to be standing there clad only in a diaper.
“Then what’s with the diaper?” the officer pressed him.
“My…my daddy makes me wear it,” the boy answered, blushing something fierce.
“Your father makes you wear a diaper?” the officer asked, incredulously.
“No,” the boy responded, his blush deepening. “Not my father. My daddy.”
Officer Johanson gave the boy a piercing look and then burst out in loud guffaws. Turning to his partner, Pete Simmons, he exclaimed, “You know what we’ve got here, Pete. We got ourselves one of those twisted fagboys who likes to be treated like a little boy, like a little baby boy. He’s not even potty-trained so he has to wear a diaper. That’s right, boy, isn’t it?” he asked turning back to the abashed teenager standing in front of him. “You’re not potty-trained, are you, boy? You pee and shit into your diaper, don’t you, boy?”
The boy’s entire body was now a bright scarlet and he looked like he was fighting back tears. Finally, stuttering in his embarrassment, the boy answered, “I…I have to. My daddy…my daddy says little boys can’t be trusted to go…to go pee-pee and…and make do-do on their own. So I…so I have to do it in my diaper.”
Officer Johanson could scarcely control himself, he was laughing so hard. “Go pee-pee and make do-do? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You are one sick little puppy, boy. And, so’s your daddy, too.”
Jimmy Stevens was used to being mocked and derided whenever some other dude found out he was wearing a diaper. His daddy had warned him that most Men liked to bully little boys like Jimmy and make fun of them, too. So Jimmy wasn’t surprised that the two policemen were laughing at him the way they were. And he would have just stood there and let the two men make fun of him because, as his daddy had taught him, Real Men had the right to make fun of – and have fun with – boys like Jimmy. But the man had said mean things about daddy, and Jimmy didn’t like that.
“My daddy’s a good daddy,” Jimmy protested, his face in a pout. “My daddy takes real good care of me.”
“And how does he do that?” Officer Simmons asked, deciding to join in on the fun they were having with this sick pervert. “How does your daddy take good care of you?”
“My daddy feeds me. And he dresses me. And…and he changes my diaper when I need it. And…and he makes sure I behave myself like a good little boy should.”
“And how does he do that, boy?” Office Simmons continued, enjoying mocking the sick pervert they’d picked up. “How does your daddy make sure you behave yourself?”
“He punishes me when I’ve been bad," Jimmy explained. “He…he spanks me when I’ve been a bad boy.”
“Oh,” Officer Johanson broke in, “does he spank you when you’re in your diaper, boy?”
“Nnnooo,” Jimmy slowly responded, a little embarrassed to be talking about how his daddy spanked him. “He spanks my…my naked tushie. Daddy says that’s the way all bad boys are punished, by having their naked tushies spanked.”
Officer Johanson turned to his partner. “Can you believe this shit?” he asked, his amusement obvious in his voice. “Can you believe this fucking shit?”
Officer Simmons was shaking his head in disgust. “I know it takes all types, Brad, but this is really fucked up. What the hell are we supposed to do with this one? Call his daddy and let him take him home? We put a boy like this in the holding tank, you know what’s gonna happen to him.”
Officer Johanson gave his partner a keen glance before responding. “It probably won’t be the first time, Pete.” Then, he turned back to their prisoner. “What does…your daddy do after he finishes spanking you, boy?” he inquired.
“Well, usually, sir,” Jimmy responded looking back and forth between the two officers, obviously nervous, “he massages my tushie until it doesn’t hurt so much. And then…then he gives me a lollipop to suck on.”
There was a knowing grin on Officer Johanson’s face as he reached down, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. It was a good nine inches and hard as steel, pointing straight at the boy. “Your daddy gives you a lollipop like this, boy, doesn’t he?”
“Yes…yes, sir,” Jimmy admitted, his eyes fixed on Officer Johanson’s straining Man-tool, “but daddy’s lollipop isn’t so big, sir.”
The teenager looked up at the policeman. “And, sir,” he finally continued, “my daddy says I have to suck on any lollipop when a Man asks me to. He says good boys always suck on a Man’s lollipop when offered the opportunity.”
“And you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Officer Johanson pressed, a wolfish gleam now in his eyes.
“Well,” Jimmy said, unconsciously licking his lips. “I try to be, sir. I try to be.”
“Then get on your knees, boy,” the man ordered, “and suck on this.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered. He dropped to his knees, leaned forward and, in one fluid motion, took the officer’s entire Man-tool down his throat, just like his daddy had taught him he should always do with a ‘lollipop.’
“Jesus Christ,” Officer Johanson moaned, as the boy started going to work on his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ.” In less than five minutes, the man was bucking out a load of hot semen down the boy’s grasping throat.
“God damn,” Office Johanson exclaimed, leaning against the desk after he’d drained his nads. “This faggot definitely knows his way around cocks. It was the best fucking blow-job I‘ve had in years.”
Officer Simmons had been standing there, watching his partner getting his nut, his own cock hard as a rail in his pants. And while he certainly wouldn’t object to a good blow-job, he decided to see just how far the boy’s ‘daddy’ had trained him. "Your daddy ever do anything else with his…lollipop, boy?”
Jimmy was kneeling there, the man’s lollipop seed still slithering down his throat, the taste still permeating his mouth. He looked up at the officer and answered, feeling himself blush for reasons he couldn’t express. “Yes, sir. Every night, if I’ve been a good boy, he takes me into his big bed and…and sticks his lollipop…up…up the hole in my tushie and then he moves it around inside for a while until…until he gives me some of his creamy lollipop seed.”
“His lollipop seed?” Officer Simmons asked, incredulously.
“Yeah,” Jimmy replied defensively. “That’s what my daddy calls it – his lollipop seed.”
Office Simmons eyes took on a feral look as he asked, “Would you like that, boy? Would you like me to deposit some of my lollipop seed up your tushie?”
“I…I don’t know, sir,” Jimmy replied, biting his lip. “Sometimes when daddy sticks his lollipop up my tushie it really hurts. And your lollipop is much bigger than daddy’s is. It might really hurt. Bad.”
“But,” Simmons pressed, “you let your daddy stick his lollipop up your tushie, even though it hurts, don’t you, boy? You let him do that even though it hurts bad, don’t you?”
“Well,” the boy hemmed and hawed, “daddy really likes to give me his lollipop and daddy always said I should do whatever a Man wants me to. That’s what good boys do, and I always want to be a good boy.”
“Then why don’t you be a good boy, now,” Officer Simmons told Jimmy. “Why don’t you be a good boy now and take off your diaper and let me stick my lollipop up your tushie. It’s something I want to do and doing it will show that you’re a good boy.”
The boy looked at the policeman. “Well, I want to be a good boy, so…okay. I’ll let you stick your lollipop up my tushie.”
“Okay, boy,” Simmons said. “So you need to take off your diaper.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied, reaching down and pulling on the Velcro strips to loosen his diaper. Seconds later he was standing naked in front of the two policemen and while both of them were relieved to see that the boy hadn't yet soiled his diaper with his body wastes, Simmons couldn’t keep from remarking, “Shit, Brad, the little fag even shaves his pubes.”.
“Daddy doesn’t like boys having hair down there,” Jimmy responded defensively. "He says it’s something only Men should have, not little boys like me. Boys should be all smooth down there, like I am now.”
“Well, you’re certainly that, boy,” Officer Johanson noted, shaking his head.
“Now, boy,” Simmons directed as he smiled at his partner, “I want you to lean over the desk and reach back and spread your ass…your tushie apart with your hands.”
“Like this, sir,” Jimmy asked, once he was leaning over the desk and had spread his ass-cheeks far enough apart so that the boy’s puckered rosette was clearly visible across the room.
“That’s fine, boy,” Simmons replied, his voice noticeably huskier as his Man-cock throbbed in his hand. The faggot might be a total perv, but he had himself one beautiful boypussy. “Just like that,” he soothed as he moved behind the boy and then, in one vicious thrust, buried his thick 8-inch bone to its root in the boy’s fuck-chute.
“Oh, sir. It hurts. It really hurts,” the boy screamed.
“Just take it, you little faggot,” Simmons barked, wrapping a hand around the boy’s mouth to stifle his screams as he began power-driving his hard fuck-stick in and out of the velvety hole. Jimmy was soon crying bitterly as the brutal ass-fuck went on and on. Finally, though, howling like a wolf despite himself, Simmons spewed a massive load of ball-cream into the boy’s ravaged hole.
“Motherfuck,” he exclaimed, as he collapsed on the boy’s back. “That’s one incredible piece of boypussy. It’s as tight as any cunt I ever fucked…Or at least was when I started in on it,” he added with a laugh.
Jimmy was whimpering underneath him and groaned when the man finally withdrew his cock from his now-leaking tushie. But before he could even make a move to raise himself off the desk, he heard Officer Johanson telling him to stay where he was. “My lollipop wants to spend some time in your tushie, too,” he explained.
“Oh, please, sir,” Jimmy begged. “My tushie is so sore. That first lollipop was so big. It really hurt me back there, sir. It really hurt me.”
“Well, boy, that’s just too bad,” Johanson growled. “You took Pete’s lollipop and now you’re gonna take mine.”
“Please, no, sir,” the boy begged, even as the officer moved behind him. "Please...NO! NO! IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO BAD.”
Johanson quickly followed Simmons lead and gagged the boy with his hand and just seconds later was pounding away at the boy’s ass with wild abandon. It took Johanson a good ten minutes of wild fucking before he finally added his own sperm deposit inside the boy’s tortured fuck-hole.
“Whew,” he said when he was finally finished. “You were right, Pete. That was just about the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.”
The two cops looked at each other and then at the boy, lying spread over the desk, his battered fuck-hole leaking Man-cum like a sieve. Finally, it was Simmons who spoke up. “Okay, boy. Put your diaper back on and get dressed.”
Slowly, in obvious pain, Jimmy pushed himself off the desk. Then, the tears still seeping out of his eyes he reached down, picked up the diaper and fitted it back around his groin. He picked up the rest of his clothes and slowly put them on. Once dressed, he stood quietly in front of the two police officers.
“Okay, boy,” Officer Johanson told him, “we’re gonna let you go. But we better never catch you speeding again. Understand, boy?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy quietly answered, obviously too embarrassed by what had just happened to even look at the two officers.
“Then get out of here, boy,” Simmons chimed in, “before we change our minds.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy quickly replied and turned around to head for the station door. As he did so, he could hear the two policemen uncontrollably laughing, even as the boy audibly sobbed.
But no sooner had the boy made it to the sidewalk in front of the police station than his tears miraculously dried up. ‘Fuck,’ he said to himself. ‘that was just about the best dicking I’ve had in a year. Fucking cops really know how to show faggot pussy a good time.'
But the boy didn’t have a lot of time to stand there and marvel at his good fortune. He needed to hurry now. The cops had kept him longer than he’d planned on – though it had definitely been time well spent. But Jimmy’s Daddy would be arriving home from his trip in less than an hour and his daddy would expect to be greeted as he always was when he returned from one of his two-week trips, with Jimmy on his knees, in his harness and boots and leather jock, a big butt-plug stuck up his ass, his cock back in its cage with the key in the lock, waiting for Daddy to turn it, locking Jimmy in chastity for the next two weeks.
It was a weird arrangement, but it worked for Jimmy and his Daddy, and it fit in well with Daddy’s schedule. For two weeks every month, Daddy traveled the globe, closing business deals, inspecting plants, doing all the things a high-level corporate executive was so richly remunerated for doing. For the other two weeks, though, Jimmy’s Daddy got to live the life of a Leather Daddy, with his boy, Jimmy, always by his side. And during those two weeks Daddy was home, Jimmy was always in his harness, his boots, and his cock-cage. Jimmy was Daddy’s bitch, to use as he wanted, however he wanted. But then, after two weeks when Daddy had to leave, he would unlock Jimmy’s cage and Jimmy was on his own.
Daddy had known from the beginning of their relationship what an insatiable whore his bitch was and, being a good daddy, he gave Jimmy permission to whore himself out whenever Daddy was gone on one of his trips. There was only one rule – it had to be strictly a matter of sex. Jimmy could have sex with any dude he could convince to stick his cock up Jimmy’s hungry boytwat. But the only relationship he was ever to have was with his Daddy.
So, over the years of their relationship, Jimmy had become a denizen of back rooms and a habitue of glory holes. But while Jimmy had no trouble finding random gay dudes more than happy to ream out his fuck-cunt with no questions asked, what he really craved was the feel of straight cock pounding away in his hole, particularly when it was the straight dude’s first experience with boypussy. God knows how many truckers he’d introduced to the pleasure of plowing fag-boy pussy. And the same could be said of all the soldiers and marines he’d spent a wild night ‘entertaining.’ But, for his money, nothing came close to straight cop-dick. He didn’t know what it was, but cops always showed him the best time – if you could get them to mount up.
And that was the problem. Jimmy couldn’t count how many times he’d been pulled over for speeding but, while he’d gotten more than a few loads of hot cop-spunk spewed into his mouth, they almost never agreed to plow out his boycunt the way Jimmy wanted. They all said there was just something too faggy about fucking another dude.
Jimmy thought about this problem for a long time. And it occurred to him that the hang-up was that the cops saw him as another ‘dude.’ Maybe, just maybe, if they saw him as a ‘boy’ they might not have the same hang-ups. And that was how he hit upon the whole diaper ruse. And it had definitely proved a winner.
There was just something about seeing him in a diaper, acting like a little boy, that never failed to get these cops to give him the full-bore cunting-out that he loved. When you thought about it, it was kind of sick – they wouldn’t fuck him if they saw him as a dude, but if they saw him as a little boy they were more than hot to trot. But, what the fuck? The diaper ploy worked. It worked every time. And these last two cops were simply the best. Good enough that Jimmy was already planning on speeding through their precinct during Daddy’s next work-trip. They’d probably be super-pissed off that he’d done it again and really throw it to him when they got him back in the station. Jimmy could only hope.