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"Fuck you! Where else was I supposed to go?" "Tsk tsk, you're going to learn, boy." The cop walked over, looking down at Mark, menacing with a blank face. Mark turned away, but there was nothing behind him but a wall. The belt caught him across the cheeks of his ass and Stung! Mark yelped and tried to get up. The cop just grabbed him by the ear and hauled him painfully from the room to a chair. Then, instead of using the belt, he forced Mark across his knees like a child and walloped his butt with his bare hands. Mark struggled and screamed, the hand was little better than the belt, but it did no good. "Are you sorry you pissed on the floor?" "Yes!" Mark replied, somewhat sarcastically. A few more smacks across the ass was all he got. "Are you real sorry?" "Yes." Mark whimpered. Smack! "Yes what?" "Yes, I'm sorry!" Smack! "Sorry, Sir!" "I'm sorry, sir!" "Good." With that the man picked him up and carried him across the room and threw him down on the bed there. "Get up on you knees, boy." Mark complied, knowing what was coming, and was afraid. He pointed his cherry-red ass up and closed his eyes. The grease went on cool, and then came that big man's cock, sliding into his hole. It didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would, but he couldn't suppress a groan. When the meat was buried all the way in him, the man reached around and grabbed Mark's own cock, with a handful of grease, and started stroking. "You like that cock, don't you boy. You like my cock in your ass." In spite of himself, Mark felt his own cock begin to stiffen. "Nooo", he moaned. The man began slowly pulling out. It felt like it was a foot long. But before it was all the way out, he pushed it in again. "Yes, you do to like it!" Marks cock was now rock hard. "You don't like it, how come your dick's so hard?" "I don't know!" Smack! Another blow across his backside. "I don't know, sir! Please don't hit me!" "Ok, I know. You like it. I'm going to pump your butt full of cum!" With that, he began pumping his rod in and out of Marks young ass, all the while stroking on Marks cock. Mark's head was confused between pleasure, pain, and humiliation. He did the only thing most anyone could do under the circumstances. He came. "Yes, you like it, boy!" The man thrust his meat in deep, and Mark felt it swell and throb as man juice squirted deep inside him. "Yeah! You got a nice ass boy. I'll enjoy having you around!" He pulled his cock out, and got up. "I'll be right back", he said, and walked out of the room. Mark saw this as his big chance, and limped over to the door going outside. To his dismay, he found it had the kind of lock that requires a key both inside and out. "Going someplace?" The cop walked back into the room carrying a bucket and sponge, just in time to catch Mark checking the door. "You're not going anywhere. Accept it kid, you're here to stay. The sooner you accept it and quit fighting, the better off you'll be." He grabbed Mark by the arm and hauled him back to the rubberized room. "Now get this mess cleaned up!", he ordered, pointing to the puddle, now beginning to dry around the edges. He pushed Mark down roughly, making him land in it. With that, he set down that bucket and tossed the sponge down beside him. "I'm going to make sure you don't make a mess like that again!", and again he left the room, pulling the wall panel closed behind him. Mark quickly cleaned the spot off the floor, certain another beating would follow if he didn't. He hoped he'd get a chance to wash himself, too. When he finished the floor, he sat down and waited. Only a couple minutes went by when the wall swung open. "Ok boy, lay down on your back." Mark complied, not knowing what to expect next. The cop was carrying a bag that looked somehow familiar, but it didn't register at first. He got on his knees at Marks feet, and opened the bag. It was then that Mark realized what it was. A fucking diaper bag! Mark tried to squirm away, but the cop grabbed him by the ankles. "Stay put, brat!" The man applied just enough pressure and twist to make Mark lie still. With that he pulled out a fluffy white diaper, powder, pins, and grease. Working like an expert, he had Mark all done up in no time, then got out the inevitable plastic pants and they went on too. "That should keep you nice and snug!" And then the cop was gone again. Mark lay there, staring at the place where there was no door only a few moments when he yanked off the plastic pants and diaper, tearing them to shreds and flinging them at the wall. No sonovabitch was going to put Him in diapers! He had to pee again, and this time he pissed right where the wall opened. Maybe he'd be lucky, and the cop would slip in it and break his fucking neck! Then he laid down and quietly cried himself to sleep. When Mark awoke, he had to pee again, and worse, he had to shit. So he added to the puddle in front of the entrance, getting his feet wet, but not caring. He tried to picture in his mind exactly where the man's foot would step in the room, and there he left a smelly pile. Then sat down to await whatever happened. He didn't have to wait too long when the wall opened, and there stood the cop, diaper bag in hand. And sure enough, the cop stepped exactly where he was supposed to. His feet flew out from under him and he landed on his ass in the puddle. Mark jumped up, and tried to make a break for the door, but the man snagged him by the foot and sent Mark down into the puddle beside him. A big hand came down across Mark's face, hard. This time, when the diaper bag was opened, it wasn't diaper paraphernalia that came out. Instead, leather bands, the kind you see in adult stores. Mark was too weak with fright to put up even a token of protest as the man bound his wrists and ankles, working slowly, as if oblivious to the piss and shit that stained his clothes. Once Mark was thus bound, the man stood up and towered over him. "You think your clever, don't you?" He pushed Mark over into the mess, and rolled him around in it. "You like lying in your own shit, kid?" And then he pulled out a short paddle. "No!" Mark screamed, but the paddle connected to his ass anyway. The thin board against his wet ass hurt like hell, and Mark screamed. Again and again wood met flesh. This was no child's spanking, but a real beating. Mark ran out of breath to yell, but the beating continued. When at last it stopped, Mark hardly noticed. The pain in his ass continued. "Please master!", Mark whimpered. The cop stood in front of Mark, inches from his face. "Lick the shit off my shoe, boy!" "Please, No! Please master!" The man raised the paddle again, menacingly. Mark complied, retching. Now the cop took his clothes off. "Lay down on your belly, boy." When Mark obeyed, the cop slid him so his face was right over a glob of crap. Mark strained to keep his face up. A foot came down, shoving his face into the smelly mass. Mark whimpered, but got no mercy. Instead, the cop climbed on top and thrust his raging prick into the bruised young ass. The man pumped hard, rubbing Mark's face in the shit all the while. Each thrust sent a new shot of pain into the boy, as the man banged against the now purple ass. Finishing, he pulled his cock out, and wiped it across Mark's face. Mark lay in his own mess and whimpered. "Please, Oh please master, don't hurt me. I'll be good master." "Cut the master shit, that's over. You tried to be smart, you thought you could escape. You call me `da da' now. You thought you were too grown to wear a diaper? Well I'm going to make a real baby out of you, and I'm going to be your daddy! Say it! Say ~Yes dada, I love you dada!'" Choking, "Yes dada,I love you dada." "Good." Dada walked out, leaving Mark lying where he was. Mark was too scared and hurt to bother trying to crawl to a dry spot. A little while latter the cop returned, and removed the binds, and carried Mark into the bathroom. He had drawn a tub, and placed Mark in it. Gently now, he washed the boy down. When finished, he dried him off and laid him on the bed, producing a fresh set of diaper and plastic pants. Mark didn't even struggle this time. Instead he automatically raised his legs to let the diaper get under him, remembering without thinking how it was done when he was a real baby. The cream on his bruised butt was soothing, and Mark sighed. "Nice and snug! Can you say that Marky?" "Nice and snug!" Marky agreed. "Thats my baby!" He tousled Mark's hair. "Now you stay here and be good. Daddy's got to clean up the mess made by my bad boy, but then I'll make you some lunch!" Mark was too hurt and tired to do anything else, and in fact he fell asleep. When he woke up a little latter, he heard the shower running. His bladder was full again, and being afraid to do anything else, he let go and wet himself. The warm pee spread in his diaper. He worried about a leak, but nothing happened, so he relaxed to the inevitable. When Dada came out of the shower, he came over and reached down into Mark's diaper to check. "Well, wet already! Now was that so bad?" "No." He stroked between Marks legs, pressing the warm dampness against him. "Feels kind of nice, doesn't it?" "It's warm." "Yup." The he carried Mark into the kitchen where there was an adult size high-chair. This he strapped Mark into, and put the tray in place. "Lunch time kiddo." While the man busied himself preparing a good lunch, Mark had time to consider what was happening. Diapers, high chair, god new what else awaited. He had tried so hard to be an adult, leaving his family early and all, and now look! Some kook was making a baby of him! When the food was brought over, tears of self-pity were running down his face. "There, there, little boy, don't cry. Daddy won't hurt his little guy!" He stroked Mark's head gently, holding him against his chest. Mark clung, reaching out to the only person available, sobbing. Daddy just stroked and made soothing sounds. When the sobbing stopped, he put a bib on Mark, and began feeding him. Mark cooperated, feeling weak and defeated. Besides, the food tasted good, and Mark was hungry. In spite of being dressed and treated like a baby, Mark ate enough for a growing boy. After lunch, daddy sat with him in a chair, holding him comfortably against him, and fed him a bottle of warm milk. Mark soon got drowsy, and after a change into a dry diaper, he carried him into the last room of the cabin Mark hadn't seen. Mark could have guessed what it would be after all had passed. But he felt warm and full, and besides, an over-sized crib in a nursery room was better than the awful rubber room with its bare walls. A soft warm blanket was put over him, and Mark's last thought before falling asleep was how pretty the butterflies swinging over the crib were. Of course, his tortured mind refused to acknowledge anything strange about the bars on the side of the crib also going over the crib. Mark lay there, staring at the place where there was no door only a few moments when he yanked off the plastic pants and diaper, tearing them to shreds and flinging them at the wall. No sonovabitch was going to put Him in diapers! He had to pee again, and this time he pissed right where the wall opened. Maybe he'd be lucky, and the cop would slip in it and break his fucking neck! Then he laid down and quietly cried himself to sleep.