Daily Free-Write January 19, 2021

Prequel to September 11, 2020 “The Friend Trap”, and October 5, 2020 “The Neighborhood Terror”

It was a day like any other. I was newly graduated and had moved across town to live with some friends. No new faces, all people I had known through high school. We were the community college crowd – saving a bit of money wherever we could, but still ambitious and hopeful that college would get us where we wanted to go. Turns out that wasn’t the case at all, but we’d learn that soon enough.

“Hey, Mr. B!” I waved to my neighbor. He had a nice house next to ours, and although he seemed to be well off judging by the way he wore his cardigan, and the cars he had in his garage, he always seemed to be home. We figured he worked from home.

“Hi  there, Bobby! Aren’t you late for class?”

“Hasn’t started yet! This week is just orientation and I figure I don’t really need to go. My friends can fill me in.”

“Oh really?” he said, hands on his hips. “Well if you aren’t going to do anything why don’t you come by and help me with some housework?”

“I think I’m good,” I said, picking up my mail from the mailbox. “I’m just gonna smoke some weed and take it easy. Gotta make the most of my time away from parents, you know?”

“Yeah, I do!” he said, with a chuckle, nodding over to the beer bottles I’d tossed in the front yard. One of my roommates almost slipped on one that morning and broke their neck. It was a bad habit of mine, one of many.

“I’ll pay you…” he said, coming closer.

“How much,” I asked, prepared to squeeze as much money out of the guy as I could.

“Depends on how good a job you do. You’ll make more if you don’t come over high.”

“Mmm… Nah.” I said, looking through the mail and tossing the unnecessary letters in his trash can. Another bad habit.

“I think you just threw away the electric bill…” he said, a look of concern on his face.

“Ah, don’t worry. I heard they have to send three notices before they can cut your power off. This one doesn’t even have red on the envelope!”

“Boy, you sure haven’t lived alone before, have you?”

“Nope, first time and I’m loving it. No rules! I get to stay up as long as I want and do whatever I feel like. I could eat candy for breakfast lunch and dinner if I want to!”

“My goodness, what a little terror you must be after that! NO wonder you are all up so late.”

“Well, It’s mostly just me. My roommates work so they have to go to bed at a decent hour.”

“Well, I could sure use some help around the house,” he said. “I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

I gave him a second look. From a distance he looked handsome, but from close up, he was practically chiseled. I thought about it for a minute and thought about just what would be worth my while. I imagined him on the bed spread eagle, and slowly a grin came to my face. Yes. Maybe he could make it worth my while.

“Tell you what, why don’t I come over for coffee and we can talk about the job?”

“Sounds great!” He said. It was clear he was expecting me to follow him.

“I’ll be right back. I just have to drop off the mail.”

I ran inside, took a quick hit off my vape and grabbed a bottle from the medicine cabinet as the high settled in. One of my roommates had to take sleeping pills and I knew that a couple of those would have Mr. B feeling good and ready for anything. Was it right? Not technically, but he’d have a good time either way, and wouldn’t dare tell anyone he’d perved on the neighbor kids. 18 was legal but I doubted the neighborhood busybodies would approve.

When I came out he was waiting where I’d left him. I quickly tucked the bottle into my pocket, having forgotten I still had it in my hand. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. He just chatted with me as we made our way into his house.

“So, how do you take your coffee?” asked Mr. B, when we were seated in the kitchen.

I was so distracted looking around that I didn’t really register the question.

“Hmm? Oh. Right, coffee. I’ll take it however you take it, man.”

“I prefer, Mr. B. And Black it is.”

Perfect. That would cover up the taste nicely.

“So, what kind of work are we talking about?”

“Well, I’ve gotta move some heavy boxes around and then take the bed ouf of the guest bed and I could use some help. I’m painting the guest room, you see. Have everything coming in today, and I figured I could either pay someone to come set it up, or pay someone I know. I figure I trust someone I know better. Ooh, coffee’s ready. Here we go.”

He grabbed the coffee off the pot and poured us both a mug. I was impressed that even his ceramic ware looked posh.

“Thanks Mr. B. I could use a pick me up.” I then proceeded to spill some coffee on the table and floor. “Oh butterfingers.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” He said, standing up and going to get a towel.

This was my chance. Before he could return, I grabbed the bottle, opened it up, and opened a couple of the caspules into his coffee. “This oughtta be interesting,” I said to myself. Even if it didn’t do what I wanted, it’d be worth a laugh. Of course it turned out to be very effective.

Unfortunately for me, as I tucked away the bottle, he came in.

“Here, move aside, I’ll get it with the towel.” I stood up and stepped back, and that’s when I slipped on the coffee.

“Oh no!” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Depends on how much the job pays,” I said, rubbing my neck.

“It’s good to see you still have your sense of humor. You’re covered in coffee though. Why don’t you take off your shirt. No don’t get up, stay right there.”

Of course I did as he said, since I really had fallen pretty hard. He was being really nice. I felt like he was really concerned for me. It made it harder to go through with my plan, because I felt bad, but one look at his chiseled ass as he walked away and I suddenly didn’t feel so bad. I decided to play it up and I winced, massaging my thigh, and consequently the hard-on running down my leg.

“I think I pulled something. You might need to look at it after we finish our coffee.”

“Coffee? You still want the coffee?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll top you off.”

I could hear the coffee pour and then he helped me up. I could tell he caught sight of the muscle I pulled – it was bulging out leaving a clear imprint of my dickhead in the jeans. That should give you an idea of how tight I used to wear them.

“You don’t look to badly hurt,” he said. As he helped ease me into the chair.

“Nothing a little coffee won’t fix,” I said. “and a good paycheck.”

I sipped on my coffee and winced. Strong stuff.

“Well, I was thinking $20 an hour,” he said, following suit.

“$80.” I said, taking another sip.

“That’s pretty steep,” he said, following suit. It was a trick I’d learned from a one of my nerdy friends – whenever you take a sip, the person you are with is likely to take one too. In this way, I made sure he drank most of his coffee while I hemmed and hawed. Finally, when the mugs were almost empty, I went for it.

“Thanks for the coffee, Mr. B. I’m feeling much better. Why don’t you show me what we have to move and we can get started?”

I had eventually relented on $20. I figured his sweet ass would more than make up the difference. And who knew, maybe it would become a regular thing?

“So this is the room,” he said. It looked like a nursery, but it was quite large. The walls had a colorful border running all along  of baby cartoon characters running along it. Simon Shrew and Gary Goose, and their pet dog Jupiter were all playing, the two anthro characters in diapers and pluto looking like an adorable puppy.

“Hey, this is pretty cute!” I said, smiling. “Yeah, it sure is,” he said. “Shame this nursery won’t see any use. I never did have kids of my own…”

“Yeah,” I said, taking a seat on the guest bed. I suddenly felt very tired. “’s too bad, Mr. B. Say, why aren’t you married? You gay or somethin?”

I could feel my hard on still tenting my pants as I lay on my back.

“Or something,” he said coming over to look down at me.

“You feeling good, Bobby?”

“Hehe, yeah,” I said, giggling to myself. “Real good. Why don’t you join me? The water’s fine…”

“Good, that’s good. I was wondering what you had planned with those pills.”

“Wha?” I looked down to see him holding out the orange bottle. Then I giggled. “Haha, you caught me…”

“Have you done this sort of thing before, Bobby?”

“No, never. It was just an idea I had. I’m pretty high right now so…”

“Yeah, I can see that. I think you need to sleep it off, and then we’re going to have a serious conversation when you get up.”

“You could join me,” I said laughing more as he pulled of my shoes and socks and laid me out on the bed.

“I guess I’ll have to do the moving myself. You just rest, Bobby”

“Sure thing, Boss,” I said.

“I prefer Daddy, actually.”

I giggled. “Daddy. That’s hot. I like it. Okay Daddy. I’ll see you later.”

Then I conked out.

*****

I came to holding my head, but when I tried to sit up, something was very wrong.

I looked around. There were bars on every side. I was in a cage of some sort.

“Hey… Hey! Lemme outta here!” I said. When I sat up, I realized it wasn’t a cage. It was a crib. An oversized crib. And when I sat up I heard a crinkle. A plastic covered mattress. No, more than that, it was also coming from me. I looked down and all I saw was fleece.

“Wha?” I was wearing some sort of yellow fleece outfit which encased my feet and hands. I couldn’t see it through the fleece but the bulge and the crinkle, and the bulky feeling between my thighs told me there was definitely a diaper under there. Was this someone’s sick idea of a joke?

“Well well well,” said my neighbor, walking in. “Look who finally decided to wake up. I heard you on the baby monitor.” He said, pointing toward a monitor sitting on the dresser nearby.

“Hey, I thought I fell asleep in the bed. What the hell am I doing in a crib?”

“You did fall asleep in the bed. You also managed to wet it before I was able to get you situated. It seems like those diapers aren’t just for show,” he said, sqeezing the front of my crotch though the bars. “The sog monster struck again!”

I moaned a bit at his touch. I didn’t care what kinky shit he was into as long as I got my nut off. “Hey, keep that up…” I said, but he stopped.

“It looks like whatever you were planning to slip me was pretty powerful. You know that I could have you arrested for that.”

Shit. He was right.

“It’s your word against mine…” I said, finally.

“Looks like the bottle belongs to your roommate. Besides, I have security cam footage. Pretty cut and dry if you ask me.”

I growled. “Okay, what do you want?” I asked, finally.

He looked at me for a good long while, like his eyes were broiong right through me. It made me feel self-conscious and I found myself staring down at the cute designs on the plastic mattress cover beneath me.

“It’s not about what I want, but what you need,” he said, finally. “Bobby, you’re a mess. You are ill-equipped to look after yourself, and you cause problems for the whole neighborhood. You know part of being a grown up is taking some responsibility. But if you want to act like a baby, then maybe everyone should see what a baby you really are.

He snapped a photo of me on his phone.

“Hey! Don’t you dare send that!” I said, trying to find a zipper and failing.

“If you’re looking for a zipper, it’s locked and out of reach. You’re going to have to behave yourself if you want out.”

“I don’t have to listen to you or anyone. I’m an adult!” I said,  “And that means I can do what I want when I want. So why don’t you just lay off, man.”

“I prefer Daddy,” he said. I was decidedly less turned on after his lecture.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m getting out of here,” I said, trying to climb out. But I found that I couldn’t stand up completely in my outfit, which kept my legs bent, and what’s more, the rails were too high for me to reach with my limited mobility.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, finally. “By the way, since you couldn’t help me with the room, I hired some of your friends to help me set it up. Guys, come on in.”

My friends Brady, Jerry, Melissa, and Dara walked into the room.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes,” said Dara. “And by the way, we heard everything. I can’t believe you would try to drug someone like that.”

Brady piped up.

“Yeah man, that’s seriously fucked up. When Mr. B told us what happened I didn’t wanna believe it, but I saw the evidence myself. You’re lucky it was him. I would’ve gone straight to the police.”

“I woulda beaten his ass, then gone straight to the police,” said Jerry, who looked even angrier than the others. I could see he was trying not to cry and Brady moved in to console him.

“Listen,” said Mr. B. “I’m going to give you a choice. You’re either gonna .go with us to the police station and turn yourself in, or you’re going to stay here and spend some time like this until you’re ready to grow up and be a real adult. It’s up to you.”

I hung my head. This was the best of two bad choices. “Fine. I’ll stay here. But what about rent?”

“Oh, don’t’ worry,” said Brady. “We got that covered, Mr. B. is paying us to babysit.”

“$80 an hour seems fair, doesn’t it, Bobby?”

I looked at him, my mouth agape. I knew I was fucked.

And so it came to pass that while I should have been at orientation, I was instead in a crib sucking a bottle down for dear life.

“You better finish that bottle in the next five minutes, boy,” said Jerry, “or you’re gonna be sore for a week.” It was his turn to watch me while Daddy was working in his home office.

This is my life now. No more adult privileges, no late night drinking, no more vaping. And definitely no more skinny jeans – they’d never fit over the thick diapers I’m always forced to wear. Turns out it take a long time to unlearn bad habits, and it seems that everyone likes me more this way. I don’t think I’ll be out of diapers for a very long time.