Joy Ride - Chapter 2

“Did you sleep well, little one?” Lisa asked, climbing out of her seat and making her way to the back of the cab. She sat on what little space was left on the bed next to me, putting her clammy hands to my forehead and stroking my hair. I tried to resist, to fight back, but the bonds holding my ankles and wrists to my sides held me firm. I tried to cry out, to cuss her out, but the big rubber bulb stuffed in my mouth kept me from doing so. I wanted to spit it out, but it was secured tightly around my head.

Lisa just laughed at the way I squirmed. I jerked my head away from her hand, but she just chuckled. “Awww! Somewon’s a wittle fussy after their nap!”

“Fffuvv oo oo shuuppid bchh!!” I screamed into the gag.

Lisa ignored whatever it is she heard, smiling to herself. “Hmm..I think someone must have an icky diaper…”

She lifted the little blanket off my front and–to my horror–I noticed the thick padding between my legs was, in fact, an adult diaper. But not like one of those frilly white ones you see old people wear. No, this one was fluffy and plasticy and even had little cartoon bears printed across the front.

With no regard for my boundaries, Lisa reached her hand between my legs, poking and squeezing the soggy state of the diaper. She examined it far more than she needed to, apparently groveling at the way it made me blush and squirm.

“We’ll get this sorted out in a tiffy, dear” Lisa said with a toothy grin, “But you look hungry, so we’ll take care of that first…”

She reached over to the bedside cabinet, moving with grace despite the bumps and battering of the truck on the road. She pulled out a little plastic baggy of a cream colored liquid. It must have been cold, so she stuck it in the microwave for a minute while she pulled something else out of the cabinet. I started frollicking in the straps again when I noticed it was a clear plastic baby bottle.

Lisa just smiled at my futile attempts, taking the bag of what I presumed to be milk out of the microwave, loading it into the bottle, and checking it on her arm to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

I screamed something into the paci as she sat down next to me, cradling my head in her lap, despite it thrashing around as much I could. She removed the belt or whatever that was holding the thing in my mouth. As it loosened, I noticed it was a very large pacifier.

Of course. I thought.

“You sick fucks!!” I screamed, “Let me go! Get me the fuck out of here!!”

My goal was to headbutt her, but from my position I wasn’t able to do much. I gave one hard thwack with my head across her knee, causing her to yelp in pain, but I immediately regretted it, seeing stars and making my ears ring.

“Hey!” Darrell shouted in his gruff, demanding voice, “You behave back there or I will turn this truck around and take you back to one of those cops you ran from!!” He sounded every bit like a father whose kid was acting up in the backseat.

I don’t know if it was because my head was still spinning, or I was genuinely scared of Darrell, but I simmered down, resigned to just huffing and puffing in my restraints.

“Thanks, pumpkin!” Lisa called to Darrell.

“Welcome, Mumsy!” Darrell said back in his high-pitched baby voice. It was weird how he just turned it on and off like that.

Lisa shook up the bottle, cradling my head in her arms again so she could bring the rubber nipple to my lips. She squeezed my cheeks together to make sure I took it in, squeezing the bag to force the liquid into my mouth.

I had no choice but to sip the drips, or drown in the milk. Except it wasn’t milk. It had a sweeter, tangier taste, almost like cantaloupe juice. It was unlike any milk I’d ever tasted. It honestly…wasn’t bad.

“Hmm I think someone likes my breastmilk!” Lisa cooed, Darrell laughed behind her. “Maybe one day when you calm down I’ll let you get it straight from the source!”

I cringed at the thought of staying in this god-forsaken vehicle for even another hour. This was all so fucking weird. What if I never made it out of here? What if I had just went home after the bar when Violet told me to? What if I didn’t run from the cops? What if I didn’t try to hitchhike? Would I still be in this predicament?

I tried not to think about all the dumbass mistakes I made that landed me in this fucked up situation. I hated reminders that I was wrong and that I fucked up. And boy did I really fuck up this time!

“How soon can you find a stopping place, baby?” Lisa asked, it took me a second to figure out she wasn’t talking to me.

“There’s a rest stop in five miles, Mommy!” Darrell squeaked, sounding more than a little excited.

“Good boy.” She said, this time I really wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or me, as I just finished the last few drops of the bottle. She lifted me up a little further and started patting me on the back, not in a ‘job well done’ sort of way, but more in a way that you would burp a baby after they’d just been fed. I was a little more than ashamed when a tiny little belch escaped my lips before I could stop it. This made Lisa and Darrell both laugh heartily.

I felt the truck make a lurch to the right, its momentum slowing down as the brakes squealed to a halt. The air brakes popped and hissed. Darrell fumbled with his seatbelt with eager anticipation. There was a creaking and crinkling as he climbed out of his chair.

“Awww! Is somewon excited??” Lisa cooed between her giggles.

“Yes Mommy!!” Darrell whimpered, his thumb immediately shooting to his mouth.

“Hehe! I can tell!” Lisa laughed, she fiddled with his belt buckle, dropping his pants to his ankles so that all that could be seen was Darrell’s very large diaper. It was noticeably more wet than mine. It was so plump and swollen that it drooped down almost to his knees. It was quite a sight to see: a man that was at least 6’3’’, 240lbs, wearing a giant diaper and sucking on his thumb. If I wasn’t in such a precarious situation, I would have laughed at the irony of it all.

“Look at your little pecker poking out!!” Lisa teased. I don’t know how she saw it amidst everything else going on, but when she reached over, I could see there was a little nub poking through the padding of Darrell’s diaper. She reached for it, squeezing and rubbing it until Darrell’s breathing quickened and his knees started to quake.

“Are you excited to play with your new friend?” she asked in a whimsical way.

Darrell nodded several times, his thumb still in his mouth. He moaned and whined at the prospect.

Lisa looked down at me. “Little Lewis,” she said, “You have a choice to make.”

I gulped, terrified of what’s to come. “Do you want to play nice with Darrell, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

I didn’t know what the fuck ‘playing’ with Darrell would involve, but with how weird all this other shit was, I couldn’t imagine it would be something like having a Checkers match.

“You can all go fuck yourselves!” I roared with as much resolution as I could muster.

Lisa just smirked, then shrugged. “Not a bad idea.”

She took the pacifier in her hand again, forcing the very large rubber bulb into my mouth, wrapping the belt around my head, and cinching it tight. I screamed more vulgarities into the gag, but it all came out muffled and muted.

“Come here, baby.” Lisa called to Darrell, she took him by the hand and led him over. He was a towering figure, blocking out most of the light as he stood over me. “Step out of your pants, that’s it, now put your legs on this side, head on this side…”

Darrell followed her orchestration, slinging his legs over my head, and crouching on his hands and knees over where my legs were. We were essentially in the ‘69’ position, with Darrell’s droopy diaper dangling directly over my face. I squirmed and let out silenced squeals, but it was too late at this point.

“Let’s make little Lewis feel more at home…” Lisa said. I felt a tugging on my diaper, a screech as one of the tapes was ripped off,  then the other. There was a cool breeze as the diaper was opened and my cold, clammy skin was exposed.

“You know what you have to do, don’t you baby?” Lisa asked, “Just like you do to those men at the truck stops.”

“Yes Mommy!” Darrell said without a hint of hesitation, he almost sounded desperate.

“Be gentle,” she said, “This may be his first time…”

I was lost as to what was happening, the only thing I could see was Darrell’s giant diaper looming over me, inches away from my nose. It reeked of piss and powder. I recoiled from it as much as I could, but there was no escaping the stench. I was quickly distracted, however, by a gruff calloused hand wrapping around my cock.

I struggled even more. I’m not entirely straight, but getting groped by a strange man with a soaked diaper over my face while his wife looks on is not my idea of a good time. My protests were futile, though. Especially since I couldn’t help but grow erect rather quickly.

“I think he likes it, baby.” Lisa giggled as Darrell started stroking. The diaper beneath me crinkled when I tried to pull away, but it just made the strokes longer.

“Is it getting a little dry?”

“Yes, Mumsy!!”

“You know what to do.”

A warmth enveloped the head of my penis, followed by the tickle of Darrell’s beard hair against my skin. His tongue swirled around it, sucking and slurping while he moaned and whimpered hungrily.

“Baby likes his suckers, doesn’t he?”

I felt his head nod with my dick still in his mouth. His hips were wriggling above me. He was trying to clench his legs together, but instead he just squeezed against my ears.

“You getting excited??”

“Mhmmmphh!!”

“Me too, baby.” Lisa breathed. I could hear a sort of sloshing sound reminiscent of when you stir macaroni.

To my horror, Darrell’s heavy breathing and clenching weren’t enough. His diaper was descending downward until it was touching my nose. I tried to move my head, but his large thighs kept it stationary. All I could do was make tiny oscillations back and forth as the diaper pressed into my face. I let out a muffled scream. Between the pacifier and the padding it was probably close to silent. Darrell started grinding his hips against my head in time with his own head bobbing up and down on my dick.

“Mmmhpphh!! Mmmphh!! Mmmphh!!”

I’m not sure whose sounds they were. Between the three of us, we were all in different states of disarray.

I managed to get my head turned to the side when Darrell lifted up a little too high. It was much better for him to grind against my cheek as opposed to smashing my nose in with the pissy padding. I could actually breathe now that my nostrils were free, I even managed to get some air from around the pacifier. At the same time, the warmth of Darrell’s mouth felt really good. Being a virgin my whole life was mostly my fault. I’d always turned girls away before they could find out how small and inept my dick probably was. Who would have thought my first blowjob would be from a random trucker?

I could feel the pressure building, I was getting close to cumming, but apparently so was Darrell. His thrusts against my face were going deeper, harder, and longer.

“You gonna cum in that diaper, baby?” Lisa breathed.

“Mhmmm!!” Darrell moaned.

“You need to make him cum first, then.”

He sighed exasperatedly, then started bobbing his head up and down on my cock with renewed vigor. Thankfully, it also made his grinding stop so he could focus on me. My breathing became more labored, the scent of urine was nauseating and making my head spin, or maybe it was just from all that was happening. I felt my orgasm rising. I squirmed even more, almost in an attempt to escape his mouth, but he followed me with every wriggle. Before I knew it, I was convulsing and spewing into him. Darrell slowed his movements, slurping and sucking until he drained every last drop and swallowed it down with an audible gulp.

“Goood boy!!” Lisa cooed, sounding exasperated as well. “Now you can finish yourself.”

As grueling of an exercise as it was before, it was even more egregious now that I didn’t have a shred of horniness or pleasure to drown it out, I just had to lay there and take it. Luckily, it didn’t last much longer. Darrell was wriggling and whimpering with the highest pitched moans I’d ever heard a man make, until he finally collapsed on top of me.

“Well don’t suffocate him!!” Lisa exclaimed, pulling Darrell off of me, much to my relief.

The fresh air felt amazing in my lungs. My nose whistled as it recovered from the smashing it just received.

I noticed Lisa’s pants were undone, she was now tucking her shirt back in and rebuttoning. “Let’s get you both cleaned up!” she sighed resolutely.

I watched as Darrell laid down on the floor of the cab, giggling and cooing while Lisa tickled him playfully, pulling out a fresh diaper from below the bed. It was much bigger than the one I had on, did they come in different sizes?

She rolled up his puffy pamper and wiped him down before slipping the new one underneath and giving him a healthy dose of powder.

“Your turn, Candy Cane!” Lisa smiled, as if the little ordeal from before was long forgotten.

I was ashamed to see my diaper was almost just as wet as Darrell’s was. It sagged with substantial weight when she pulled it from beneath me. She tickled and cooed at me as well, but I was much less receptive of the process. Fighting and struggling as much as I could. My wrists and ankles were becoming chafed from the bonds around them. Lisa had a diaper that was somehow just my size tucked beneath the bed as well. She slipped it underneath me with practiced efficiency, made me cough from how much powder she used, and taped it up tight and snug. I’m embarrassed to say the fresh, clean diaper did feel quite good.

“Alright,” Lisa sighed when her work was done, “Now that we’ve had our fun, we need to get back on the road. We have a delivery to make!”

I expected Darrell to get back in the driver seat and be on our way, but instead they started undoing the straps holding me down on the bed. I didn’t protest. They were letting me go! I almost thanked them. But then I realized what I was wearing: just a t-shirt and a diaper. Surely they wouldn’t just abandon me like this?

Darrell hoisted me up with ease and put me on my feet. I thought about making a run for it, but where would I go? I didn’t have much time to think as I was shoved through the cab and out the door.

My bare feet scratched against the hot, blistering pavement. It was still daylight outside, there were tons of trucks around. Could they see me? Should I run to the woods and try to survive? No way would I hitchhike again.

Lisa grabbed me by the hand, leading me along the trailer of the truck. I tried to pull away, but Darrell shoved me back in line. The ground hurt my feet, the diaper crinkled as I waddled along. I was too embarrassed to look around any more, so I just hung my head like a toddler that had just been scolded.

It took me too long to realize I wasn’t being let go, they were taking me to the back of the trailer. Darrell unclasped the locking mechanism on the door, lifting and turning the bar so the door could creak open.

I don’t know what I expected to see in the trailer, but it certainly didn’t cross my mind that it would be filled wall to wall with pallets of pink and blue packages. Closer inspection told me that they were, in fact, the same adult diapers Darrell and I were wearing, an entire truckload of them.

“Up you go.” Darrell said calmly. He didn’t seem concerned at all with our surroundings, but he also had pants on over his diaper.

“No…no! Please!” I protested around the stupid paci in my mouth. It was all for not though, Darrell grabbed my arm away from Lisa and lifted me like a small child into the trailer. There was a small aisle down the middle where the pallets parted. Just enough room for me to fit. I scrambled back towards the edge of the trailer, but before I could, Darrell slammed the door shut, leaving me in total darkness. I heard the bar creak as the locking mechanism was put back in place.

I banged on the back of the door, screaming, crying. I ripped the paci from my mouth, using the full capacity of my mouth to shout and beg and plead.

“It’s no use.” a voice said behind me, a girl’s voice. “You go wherever they go, now.”

To be Continued…