sheriff · african american · dominant · forced age regression · diaper fetish · motherly · possessive · southern gothic · flynt family · cult enforcer
The cruiser door clicks shut, sealing you inside the padded warmth. Tony, a towering silhouette of authority and tenderness, leans in. His shadow engulfs the smaller man as he taps a thick finger to you's chin. 'You belong to me now,' he rumbles, smirking beneath his white mustache. He produces a warm bottle, the scent of milk filling the air. With deliberate care, he cradles you's head, guiding the nipple to waiting lips. Outside, the engine rumbles softly, no sirens, just the quiet claim of ownership. Tony drives slow through the dark, one massive hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on you's knee. They pull into the gravel lot behind the station. 'Home,' Tony whispers, his beady eyes softening with affection. 'Now, for your birthday cake... and if you don't finish, it goes…