Road Trip

We were barreling down the highway at 75 mph. It was a flat, open stretch of land somewhere between Texas and New Mexico.

Roy was at the wheel with his arm around Sandy. Not a care in the world. He nudged her with a smirk and looked over at her, winking.

“What?” She giggled. Returning his look with a bright smile.

Roy nodded down at his pants and winked again, suggestively. “How bout you uh…you know. Pass the time by…” he tapped the back of her head affectionately so that she would get the hint.

“You want me to give you Road Head?” She asked, stating the obvious.

Roy nodded, smiling.

“I can’t…” she said, glancing around.

“Ah come on!” Roy grinned playfully, “No one will see! Well…no one important anyway.”

“No…it’s not that…” Sandy said hesitantly. She eyed the backseat, “I just don’t want to do it with the baby in the car!”

That was when they both looked back at me. I hated it when they talked about me like I wasn’t there. I hated it even more when they referred to me as ‘the baby’. It wasn’t a far off descriptor, after all. I am a full grown man strapped into an oversized car seat with a onesie on and a diaper wrapped around my waist. But it hurts to be reminded of that fact.

“You think I care if your loser of a husband sees you suck my dick?” Roy scoffed.

“No…and I don’t care either” Sandy shrugged, “it’s just I don’t really feel like doing it while there’s that stench in the truck.”

You must have been referring to the mushy mess I made in my diaper. The one I've been squishing around in for the past half hour uncomfortably. But god forbid they have to deal with the smell.

Roy laughed. “Oh, that’s an easy fix!” He hit a button on his door handle and the two back windows rolled down. The wind whipped my pink bonnet back and forth, and whisked the odor away.

“Better?” Roy asked.

“Much better!” Sandy giggled.

Roy started unzipping his pants with one hand while the other was on the steering wheel.

Sandy smiled back at me, watching my expression change. She kept her eyes locked on mine and started pulling her hair up in a ponytail. The universal sign that a girl was ready to get down to business at sucking dick.

“Honey you don’t have to do this…” I pleaded in my small, pathetic voice. Speaking up for the first time.

Sandy just giggled and poked my sodden diaper around the straps of the oversized car seat. Laughing at my helpless protests.

She grabbed the penis-shaped pacifier dangling from a ribbon around my neck and stuffed it in my mouth.

“Shhhh” she cooed, like I were a fussy toddler she was trying to coddle, “you just suck on that while I suck on him!” Then she laid down across the seat and disappeared.

“But honey!” I whined, spitting out the pacifier. “You don’t even like giving head!” I tried to remind her. It was true. She was always reluctant to give me a blowjob, claiming she was ‘too tired for that’ or that it hurt her jaw.

Her head poked back up over the crest of the seats.

“I actually like sucking dick!” She corrected, “I just never liked sucking yours because it was so tiny! Felt like I was sucking on a wittle boy! But this?!” She pulled Roy’s cock out through his zipper. It was standing so tall that I could see it sticking over the seats from my vantage point. “This is a real cock! And I could suck on it all day!!”

She grabbed my paci again and popped it back in my mouth. “Now keep that in there and stay quiet!” She barked.

“If you drop that thing out of your mouth again, i’m gonna pull this truck over, come back there, and beat the shit out of you so hard you’ll be glad you’re wearing a fucking diaper!” Roy yelled at me through the rearview mirror. “Do you understand me?!”

I hated how much his intimidation worked. I was cowering in fear so bad that it was making my Pampers crinkle. I gulped and nodded obediently.

They both smiled.

“Now where were we?” Roy asked Sandy with a grin.

She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear as she descended, giving me a perfect view of her closing her eyes, opening her mouth, and taking the head of his cock between her lips.

For many couples, their worst fear is that their significant other will cheat on them behind their back. That’s what I did to land myself in this position. But Sandy? I have to watch her cheat right in front of me.

I watched as the back of her head bobbed slowly up and down. Getting lower as she took him deeper and deeper with each breath. Listening to her soft moans as he filled her mouth with his meat.

“Ohhhh yea, baby!” He groaned. But I wasn’t the ‘baby’ he was talking to this time. It was his pet name for my wife!

He placed his hand on the back of her head. Practically commanding her to take him deeper. I figured there was no way she could handle all of that down her throat, but she did. Like an absolute champ.

Roy swerved on the road a little as the pleasure took over him. It made me nervous, but I didn’t dare speak a word.

I squirmed in my seat. My dirty diaper getting even more uncomfortable now that my cock was trying to stiffen unsuccessfully in the chastity cage. I cursed inwardly for getting turned on by all of this. Much to my chagrin.

Roy’s eyes met mine through the rearview. He gave me that look that said This is why I'm the alpha, and you’re just a beta.

“The fuck did you ever see in him anyway?” He asked her.

“Money.” she said without a moment's hesitation. Taking his cock from her mouth and stroking it with her saliva. I never realized how good she was at sucking a dick. She was going at it with pornstar-level skill and enthusiasm. “Why do you think he’s even coming with us?” she asked, alternating between words and sounds of smooching. She must have been kissing and sucking his balls, because her head was down far past where I could see, but she still sounded like her mouth was full. “He has to pay for everything.”

“Well at least he’s good for something!” Roy winked at me, then rubbed my wife’s hair as she got back to work on his shaft.

A car in the lane next to us sped by and honked. Arms out the window pointing, laughing, hooting, and hollering. They went by so fast I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me in the backseat, or what was happening in the front seat.

One car maintained our speed directly next to us. A creepy old man with a moustache was smiling and trying to get a better view of what Sandy was doing. His face dropped when he finally caught sight of me. He did a double-take, visibly harrumphed, then sped off as well.

“OhhHhhh yeahh!!” Roy moaned. Which seemed to encourage Sandy as she picked up the pace. Even over the wind, I could hear her sucking and slurping as her ponytail bounced around while bouncing her head on his cock.

I shifted in my dirty, squishy diaper. Trying to get a better view over the seat. I figured it was better to see everything happening than to leave it to my imagination.

I watched her slide down on his fat veiny cock with ease. Slobbering all over it. The veins of his cock rippled as she ran her tongue over it, moaning as she did like it was providing her with pleasure. I wondered if that would ever be me some day. She had threatened several times that she would make me suck cock. It was only a matter of time before she filled my mouth with something other than the penis paci.

“Unhhhh I'm gonna cum, baby!” Roy groaned.

Finally it was almost over. This was the part where Sandy would sit up, finish him with her hand, and then clean up the mess with a wipe or something.

But that’s not what happened.

Sandy just kept sucking.

Even Roy was taken aback, “Babe? Did you hear me?? I said I'm gonna cum!”

But Sandy kept sucking. “Mhmm…” she hummed, not losing a beat of her rhythm.

No fucking way.

Sandy absolutely despised the taste of cum. Another reason she said she didn’t like sucking my dick: “you can’t control yourself very well.” She’d say, “what if you cum early like you do when we have sex? I don’t want that icky goo getting in my mouth!!”

So why the fuck was she not stopping? Why did she still have him in her mouth?! He was going to cum any second now!

And sure enough, he did.

After realizing he had the go ahead, Roy leaned back and smiled, giving the pre-orgasm crescendo of breaths, then silence.

Sandy gave a muffled “mmph” of surprise. Slowing down. That must have been the first shot of Roy’s cum spewing in her mouth. I expected her to gag, to puke, to wince even. But she never did. Just sat there and let him deposit his load into her mouth without so much as blinking. She even grabbed the base of his cock and pumped more in there!

After what seemed like 20 miles, she finally raised her head up. Wiping her mouth and pushing some of her dribble back in.

She still hadn’t swallowed yet. Just looked right at me with a sinister gaze as she fished for my diaper bag. She searched inside the contents for a while until she found what she was looking for.

She pulled the item out of the bag and started unscrewing the lid.

It was the lid to my bottle of formula.

She got an even more diabolical look as she saw the realization on my face. She leaned over the bottle of already disgusting milk-substitute, and spit the contents into it.

“I wonder…” she said, spitting into the container again to make sure she’d gotten it all out. “The dirty whores you cheated on me with, did they swallow? Or were they a little spitter like me?”

She laughed as she watched me squirm, screwing the top of the bottle back on and shaking it up. She started to bring it to me, but she had to remove my paci first.

“Awwww now who doesn’t want to take the pee pee out of their mouth?!” She cooed patronizingly as she pulled on the ribbon of the penis pacifier. I was using as much suction as I could, knowing it was the barrier between me and that disgusting cocktail.

She readjusted her grip and pried it from my mouth with a PLOP!

“Come on, baby!” She said as I squirmed and squished in my seat, trying to avoid the bottle. She grabbed my chin with her other hand firmly, pressing the nipple of the bottle against my pursed lips. Her voice changed to that humiliating mommy voice she liked to use, “wittle baby needs his milkie so he can grow bigg and stwongg like Mr. Roy!! Maybe then you won’t be so fussy!”

“Don’t make me come back there!” Roy shouted over the wind, sounding like an actual father on a road trip.

But I didn’t want to call his bluff. I let out a small whimper and sigh, just enough to let Sandy slip the nip of the bottle in my mouth.

“Therrre we gooo!!” She giggled.

The nipple let out a small dribble of the foul liquid. I cringed as the taste filled my mouth. I hated the taste of formula, and her little addition didn’t make it any better. I had no choice but to get it over with as quickly as I could.

“I think we know who the wittle swallower is gonna be in the family!!” She laughed, and Roy joined in as I suckled on the tiny teet while we continued to streak down the highway.

“All gone!!” She said about 30 minutes later when I'd finally emptied the contents of the bottle. It left me feeling full and bloated in my already swollen diaper.

“How long until we get to a rest stop?” Sandy asked Roy as she sat back in her seat and buckled her seatbelt.

“Next town is in about 45 miles.” Roy answered.

“Oh god no! I can’t wait that long!” Sandy exclaimed.

“What? You gotta pee or something?”

“No, I need to change the baby’s diaper!” She said, “pull over!”

“Where? Right here? Onto the shoulder?”

“Yes. I can’t take another second of his stench!”

The truck shook as Roy pulled off to the side, turning on his hazard lights.

Once we came to a full stop, Sandy climbed out of the passenger side, slammed the door, and then creaked open the back one. She climbed in and started unbuckling the straps to my car seat, as if I would have been helpless in doing so myself.

But I was so confused. Where was she going to change me? There wasn’t enough room on the floorboard for me to lay, and I couldn’t stretch across the backseat because the carseat was directly in the middle.

“Out.” She said simply, scooping up the changing bag and throwing it over her shoulder. She looked up when I still hadn’t moved.

“You’re gonna do it outside?!” I asked incredulously.

“Where the fuck else would we do it?” She scoffed as if I asked the dumbest question imaginable. She stuffed the paci back in my mouth to silence my pathetic protests, then grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me out onto the asphalt.

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My diaper immediately drooped from the weight of its contents once I stood upright. It felt good to stretch my legs and not have my mushy mess pressing against my tushy, but it didn’t feel good to see how many cars were flying by.

Sandy walked me as slowly as she could to the back of the truck. Relishing all the possible onlookers that could see how ridiculous I looked.

My face was burning and must have been the same color as my pink bonnett as she let the tailgate down and patted it.

“Up.” She commanded.

“Please not here…” I sobbed, realizing it wasn’t exactly helping my image. Standing there in a diaper and bonnet was enough to make me look like a giant baby, I didn’t need the crying to add to it, but I didn’t care. This was too much.

My paci flopped from my mouth as she laid me on the bed of the truck.

She said something but I couldn’t hear it over the roar of oncoming cars.

“Huh?” I called.

“I said ‘suck your thumb’!” She repeated. “And don’t stop until your diapy change is finished. I don’t want people to think you’re just an old man that needs his diaper changed, I want them to know that you’re an old baby that needs his wittle diapy changed!!”

She popped open the buttons to my onesie, making it immediately shoot up to my belly from the tension. My dirty diaper was now on full display.

“Oh goodness!” Sandy mused, “I think I forgot the wipes!” She shrugged half-heartedly and headed back to the cab of the truck. No longer body-blocking me from the oncoming cars and leaving me in full view.

Some honked as they whooshed by. Others hollered “freak” or “faggot” or some other expletive.

Sandy seemed to spend an extra long time fishing in the truck for the wipes, or maybe it just felt that way. But if I knew her, she just wanted to prolong my humiliation.

Finally I heard the door slam and she came back to the tailgate, smiling. I was comforted knowing she was shielding me from most car’s vision, and that this would hopefully be over soon.

“Let’s change that stinky diapy of yours, shall we?” She said, grasping the tabs and pulling them off with a crinkly squeak.

When she opened up the diaper, I expected her to gag like she usually does. But instead she burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Oh my god! Did you enjoy the show, sweetheart?!” She cackled.

I had no idea what she meant, until she started poking the front of my cage and pulling up so that sticky strands stuck to her finger.

“You freaking came from watching me suck his dick!! You are SUCH a fucking loser!!” She giggled.

I didn’t believe her at first, but she carefully moved my caged cock upwards so I could see the little white puddle my dick made inside.

I flushed in shame as she continued to laugh and wipe me clean. The bed of the truck shook as cars passed.  The pressure they generated hit us like a small boom each time. I decided to occupy myself by counting the number of “whooshes” that went by.

By the time she finished wiping up my mess, I had reached 37. At least 37 people had seen me getting my diaper changed. And I highly doubted they were driving down this long stretch of highway alone.

By the time she disposed of my dirty diaper in a plastic grocery bag and pulled out a new one, another 12 cars passed. 20 more by the time she placed a new one under me, applied liberal amounts of powder, and taped it shut.

“Arms up,” she said when I sat up, scooping up my diaper bag.

“What?” I asked, thumb still in my mouth.

She pulled out a pink tutu with a ruffled skirt attached, “you heard me.”

I whimpered as I raised my arms, allowing her to lift my onesie over my head so that I was in nothing more than a bonnet and diaper. Even more jeers came from the cars steering by.

She pulled the tutu over my head and all the way down as far as it would go. Still not enough to cover my fresh pair of Pampers underneath. She smiled as she fixed the ruffles of the skirt and then popped my paci in my mouth. Taking her sweet time as always.

“Come along, dear!” She finally said, taking me by the hand.

I prayed she wouldn’t tell Roy about what happened in my cage as she opened the door to strap me into my seat.

“Guess what?” She said to Roy after she attached the last buckle between my legs.

“What?” Roy asked, tapping on his phone.

“The little bitch came himself!” She could barely get it out before bursting with fresh laughter.

Roy looked up from his phone in shock. “Did you…touch him?”

“No! It was already in his diaper when I changed him!”

Roy tried to piece together what that meant, “So he…did it…from watching us?!”

Sandy nodded, grinning. Then they both erupted in laughter.

“What a fucking loser.” He said as he put the truck in drive, turned off his emergency blinkers, and made his way back onto the freeway.

******

We had been driving for another hour or so when we finally saw lights.

“Pull in at this Rest Stop, I have to pee,” Sandy said.

“Need a diaper?” Roy joked, and they both laughed at my expense. “I have to pee too.” He said, climbing out of the truck.

“We’d ask if you need to go,” Sandy said through the window, “but it doesn’t really matter does it?” She laughed, winking at my diaper.

They left me sitting in the truck strapped in the carseat. It was getting dark, but the area was well lit near the gas pumps. Anyone looking in the truck could easily see me.

“Is that the one getting his diaper changed on the side of the road?” Some girls in a Jeep next to us said, pointing.

“It is!”

With no regard for my privacy, they came over and started snapping pics.

“Say ‘goo goo ga ga’, loser!!” They teased. The shutters on their cameras snapping multiple times. “Freak!” They called, before climbing into their Jeep and driving off, leaving me flushed and blushing.

Roy and Sandy came back shortly after. Both carrying snacks and fountain drinks. Nothing for me of course.

“There was a gloryhole in the bathroom” Roy said passingly, chuckling.

Sandy didn’t laugh, just stopped chewing. “Wait, are you serious?”

Roy was a bit taken aback, “yea…there was a hole between one of the stalls.”

Sandy grinned sinisterly while Roy looked on in confusion. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I found a way for the baby to spend the rest of his night!!”

Then they both turned to look at me.

******

The handcuffs clanked as Sandy looped them through the bar of the handicap stall.

“Sandy please! Don’t make me do this!!” I pleaded as she snapped the cuffs around my wrists. Ensuring I couldn’t go anywhere.

It had been a while since I'd sat on a toilet. Even with a diaper on it was a bit comforting. But the conditions of the stall and the threat of what I was going to have to do looming in my head made me quiver.

Sandy attached a leash to the collar around my neck, making me croak as she yanked on it to test it. Then she put the end of the leash through the hole.

She went to the next stall over. I felt the leash tug as she pulled it tight, fastening it to the bar on that  side, forcing me to stay bent with my face almost directly in front of the hole.

“Stay here,” she said, peeking through the small circular window “I'm going to go get you some customers!”

I whimpered as I heard her footsteps retreat. I clanked the cuffs against the bars, they weren’t budging. She didn’t buy the cheap kind, not when she had my credit card to spend.

I tried to straighten up but the leash kept me in this awkward hunched over position. I tried to ignore the smells and conditions of the restroom around me.

Why do guys have to be so messy when they go to the restroom? I thought. Then I realized I didn’t have much room to criticize, being in a diaper and all. But what I wouldn’t give to be able to use the toilet again.

The writing around the gloryhole was as profane as you’d expect to be. “Females and Faggots only” it read.

“Sucker of Truckers”

“Don’t use teeth!”.

“Open wide for a surprise!”

“Spitters are quitters”

I cringed at that last one, thinking about Sandy. She definitely wasn’t a “quitter” with Roy.

Speaking of, the door flew open.

“In here,” came Sandy's voice, “Got a hot little mouth just waiting for you!”

Heavy footsteps entered after her. “Boy I tell ya it’s been a long time! Been on the road damn near 36 hours, gonna be nice to get some relief!”

All I could see were his boots clanking into the stall next to me. The light through the hole was blocked by his stout body. He wasted no time, I could hear his belt clanking and soon saw his pants drop down to his ankles.

“Well I’ll leave you to it!” Sandy said. I expected her to leave, but she squeezed into my stall with me. Shutting the door behind her. It was a little comforting knowing she’d be there, but it didn’t exactly relinquish my fears.

Tears ran down my face as I sobbed silently. I mouthed the words “please” one more time. Hoping she’d reconsider. I didn’t want to say them out loud because I was worried what would happen if the man on the other side found out it was a dude in diapers about to suck his dick.

But Sandy looked down at me with no remorse, arms crossed.

Suddenly, the view of her was eclipsed as the cock slid through. It was already hard.

Again I gave her one last pleading look. But she just nodded in a way that said “you know what to do”.

I didn’t. I had sucked on her dildos and strapons before, and obviously the penis pacifier, but I’d never had a real dick in my mouth. I honestly never thought it would get to this point. But here it was, bobbing and staring me in the face.

“You still there?” The man asked impatiently, flopping his dick up and down in the hole.

That’s when I felt the tug of the leash.

My head banged into the wall of the stall painfully. By the time I came out of my stupor it was reeling me in closer, until the dick was rubbing against my cheek. It poked around, searching for my mouth. I looked up at Sandy for help, but her eyes were wide with a “you better fucking do it or I will make this worse for you” look.

I whimpered and sighed. Realizing I had no choice. I stuck out my tongue and gave a lick to my first real dick.

It tasted worse than I thought it would. Like musk mixed with fleshy salt. I stifled a gag. Choking as the leash yanked my collar. I gave it another hesitant lick, it was less gross this time, and it seemed to excite him. I kept licking for as long as I could, until Sandy grew impatient, grabbing me by the back of the head and forcing my lips to the tip of the prick.

I cringed as I opened my mouth to allow it in. Feeling it slide to the back of my throat similar to my pacifier. Luckily he wasn’t that big, maybe 5 inches or so. But it still was a challenge to not use my teeth or throw-up on his cock.

Sandy painfully yanked my hair, forcing me back and forth on the stranger’s penis. I got so used to the rhythm that by the time she let go I was doing it automatically. It was humiliating, but I figured if I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, I might as well do the best I can.

I tried to remember all the things I like about a blowjob, what pornstars do and, begrudgingly, what I saw Sandy do earlier when she had Roy’s dick in her mouth.

I hummed and moaned, trying to make myself sound eager. Hungry. I tried to generate as much saliva as I could to make it sloppy.

I heard Sandy stifling a giggle. I tried to block her out, and focus on what I was doing. The man’s moans from the other side actually encouraged me, giving me renewed vigor even as my cheeks started to burn and I began to tire.

He eventually stuffed his balls through the hole. I whimpered, but I knew what to do.

His sack was even more salty and musky than his penis. He hadn’t shaved his pubes in probably ever, so I was worried I would be coughing up a hairball later as I lapped at them like a cat.

I didn’t spend long there though, not wanting to lose my progress, I took his shaft back in my mouth and started slurping and sucking as best I could. It wasn’t lost on me that I was making the stereotypical gluck gluck gluck sound pornstars do. I just wanted it to be over. For him to fucking cum already.

I wasn’t able to work my cuffed hands in that much, but they were just in enough reach to tickle his balls while I worked his shaft with my mouth. That must have been the ticket. I felt his dick start to swell, heard his breathing become more pronounced, I picked up the pace, knowing I was close. A shot of warm, bitter goo hit my mouth. I was unable to stifle a deep, muffled yelp as the taste set in. I tried to pull back, but Sandy’s hand met the back of my head. Holding it firm. I wriggled and squirmed in my diaper as the man filled my mouth with his disgusting seed. No wonder Sandy hated when I came in her mouth, it was not pleasant at all.

Finally the man quit spasming on the other side. Letting out a huge sigh of relief as he pulled his slimy dick from my mouth.

“Don’t swallow.” Sandy commanded, breaking the silence. I whimpered pathetically with the stranger’s load in my mouth while she reached into the diaper bag again, pulling out that stupid bottle.

She took for-fucking-ever to get the lid unscrewed, then held it out for me. I was cursing her in my head as I regretfully spat the load into the container. I dreaded when she would inevitably make me taste it again later. By the time I looked up, the man had already pulled up his pants and left.

“You did such a good job, hubby!” she said, taking out her phone. To my horror, she pulled up a video of the deed I just did. “Look at the way you were moaning! I think you enjoyed yourself! Did you make a sticky in your diapurr again??”

She laughed as she lifted my skirt to check me. “Haha!!! You fucking did! I can’t wait to tell Roy!”

She opened up the stall door, stepping out.

“Aren’t you going to uncuff me?” I asked, trying to get the taste of spunk out of my mouth.

“Of course I am..” she said, “Tomorrow.”

“What?!”

“There’s a hotel down the road that Roy and I are going to stay the night in,” she said smiling.

“And what about me??” I cried, already dreading the answer.

She shrugged as if it were obvious, “You’re gonna stay here!”

“No! Sandy! No! Please!” I begged, knowing by now that it was no use.

“Make sure to have that bottle filled by morning!” she said, scooping up the diaper bag. Leaving the stall wide open. “And try not to make a mess in your diapy. This place stinks enough as it is!”

And with that, she made her way to the door, and let it shut, but not before calling out to the whole Truck Stop “FREE BLOWJOBS IN THE MEN’S BATHROOM!!”

It was going to be a long night.

To Be Continued...?