The Temptation of Adam (Parts 1-27)

[Nomadic]

Thanks for the feedback, everyone! I’m getting some routine time to write on the weekends, and maybe a bit during the week so I’m already deep into the next installment.  
 

If you’re reading this and curious as to why I put it on this site specifically, I promise you’ll get your answer soon. I’ve always been a big fan of more realistic and relatable stories, and while this one absolutely has some fantasy elements in it, I’ve tried to keep it somewhat natural feeling. I wanted Adam to be somewhat gradually introduced into something foreign and frightening to him, and pared that with how I would react in those situations. 
 

I’ve also wanted to show that Steve, while is a nice guy, isn’t always the Prince Charming Adam thought he initially was. He’s got some depth as well, and can get forceful and demanding when it suits him. In his world, he is the center. 
 

Thanks again, I look forward to hearing more feedback!

[Nomadic]

Part 10

It was a brisk walk to the metro station, all the more cold since I had forgotten to grab my warmest jacket from the closet at Steve's house. Fortunately I had a spare work jacket that shielded much of the freezing wind. I kept my head down and pushed as quick as possible, the cold becoming nearly painful before walking through the sliding double doors into the artificial heat of the terminal. 

I slid my nearly maxed out Visa card into the self-service machine and a moment later tore the bus ticket home from the receipt slot. It was still an hour before departure, but the bitter cold was enough to keep me hunkered in the small, dirty lounge area. It would be about 3 hours before I would arrive home, so decided to fill up on snacks and caffeine from the selection of vending machines.

Once satisfied with peanut M&Ms and a cup of disgusting coffee washed down by a swig from the water fountain, I settled into a bank of chairs and watched YouTube on my phone. I had done well so far at blocking out the thoughts and emotions from earlier in the day. I had nearly convinced myself that I was just some spectator on someone else's conversation, and that it was all some sort of sick, sick joke by the perpetrators. I got into a groove watching random cooking videos, science videos, and travel documentaries and before I knew it, the large blue and gray bus was pulling up to the terminal. The screen above the door flashed to confirm that my bus had arrived, although the tiny size of the station led me to believe that the confusion wouldn't happen often. 

I shuffled behind two more people braving the bitter wind to pile onto the nearly empty bus. I settled for an empty row in the middle of the bus and placed my small suitcase on the overhead shelf before taking my seat just as the bus lurched forward and turned onto Walnut Avenue, then merged onto the south-bound interstate. 

Once clear of the city limits, I settled in and decided to nap for the remainder of the trip, or as least as long as I possibly could. Realizing as I closed my eyes that I hadn't informed my Mom that I would be coming home, I sent a text and marveled at her reply speed as the bubbles popped up nearly immediately after sending.

"Of course, honey. I'll be working overnight tonight, but I'll see you when I wake up. Be safe!" She replied. 

Satisfied I had a plan and a place to stay, I finally drifted into the half-sleep of an unfamiliar environment, awaking often at each stop on the journey. 

The sun was nearly gone by the time we arrived at the connecter station in Ridgeview. My mom only lived a few blocks away, and evidently the hundred or so mile journey south was enough to break the frigid temperatures, now only an inconvenient coolness against my skin. I made the walk home in silence, only staring at the sidewalk as it came into and out of view from the scattered streetlights. After a few moments, I turned up the drive of the two-story colonial enveloped in darkness with the exception of a dim set of porch lights around the front door.

I pushed into the warmth and flipped on the living room light, then resounded that there was nothing to do but sleep by this point. So with only my small suitcase in tow, I made my way to my childhood bedroom at the top of the stairs, showered, and drifted off to sleep in the comfort of my adolescent twin bed. 

The thunk of the front door closing jolted me from sleep, and after a second of remembering where I was, I saw that I had slept straight through to 8:13am. I climbed from bed and descended the steps to see my Mom standing at the counter in the kitchen in her navy blue hospital scrubs.

"Did they actually make you work last night?" I asked jokingly.

"Hi, honey. No, no actual work involved. I took call and we're nearly full so I figured I'd just make the rounds all night. It's easier at night, peaceful." She said with a tired smile.

"How have you been?" I asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Good, good. Work has been keeping me busy and Aunt Nancy and I have been pretty active in our new cooking group. I actually went on a date last week too, you know." She said, adding a grin at the end of her statement. 

"Oh, yeah? Who'd you con to make that happen?" I joked.

"Listen here you little shit, I used to beat guys off with a stick." She replied quickly.

"Mom, don't say that. Eew." I laughed back. 

"Oh, for the love of... just stop." She said, stifling a laugh unsuccessfully. 

"So what are you up too? Why the sudden visit? Are you okay, pickle?" She asked, getting serious as she sat in the seat next to me.

"Mom... pickle? Really?" I started before she dismissed my comment with an eye roll. "Yeah, I'm doing fine. I just needed to get away for a little while. I guess life gets confusing from time to time and I just needed to run away."

"Don't make it a habit, that's what your Dad does. Don't make it a plan to run from your problems." She said in a sympathetic, but firm tone.

"Yeah, I know. I just needed some reflection, I guess." I said, leaning back in the chair. 

"So where are you going to reflect? What's the plan?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, I guess go see some friends and just see what happens." I replied.

"Okay, well I'm going to get some sleep today, and then Nancy and I are going to Renfro's with some friends for dinner and drinks. Are you planning to stay here tonight?" She asked as she stood and pushed the chair in.

"Yeah, if that's all right with you. I'll probably catch the bus back tomorrow early so I can get ready for work." I replied remaining seated.

"You're always welcome here, Adam. You know that." She said as she leaned in and kissed the top of my head." 

"Thanks. Sleep well. I love you." I said back, she returned the statement then made her way to the base of the steps. 

"Hey, Mom... what would you do with a million dollars?" I asked seemingly out of nowhere, surprising even myself.

"Well..." She said as she paused with her foot on the bottom step. "A million doesn't go as far these days, so I'd still be working. Plus I don't have anything else to do. So I guess I'd just save it. And buy a beach house. Yeah, I'd get a beach house. Why? You got a million dollars for me?" 

"No, just curious. Goodnight." I said back. 

I pulled out my phone to send a few texts to see if anyone from highschool was around. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't getting any replies so I meandered around the house while I waited. 

I carefully twisted the knob on Megan's old room and pushed the door slightly ajar. Her room was of a similar size to mine, but had a large bay window that overlooked the back yard. Our compromise as kids was that she would get the downstairs room with the bay window and I would get the upstairs window with the bathroom attached. I figured out why she made that proposal when I found out she would sneak out of the house nearly every night. 

Her bed was neatly made, likely not having been touched for months. Not much of her personality was left over, she had taken most of her belongings with her when she went to school, but I did see some of her older clothes scattered amongst the drawers and closet. I caught myself examining her retired wardrobe, wondering what I would look like in it, wondering if Steve would like me in it. I tried to push the thought from my mind, but it kept racing back as I examined some of her old dresses and skirts. I reached out and touched the soft cotton materials, nearly thinking that some alarm would ring once I made contact. 

I closed the closet and walked back over to the dresser, pulling the drawers open and examining the contents. Underwear, bras, and tshirts were scattered throughout. I could feel myself getting hard just by looking through her clothes, even though they weren't exactly what I would call 'sexy'. I couldn't stop imagining Steve pulling them up over my body. I couldn't help but remember his big, strong hands exploring me. I could see him clear as day standing in front of me, his big dick looking me right in the eyes. The warmth on my lips as I kissed it. The tingle in my body when he looked down at me with his dominant eyes and the strength that he used to hold my head in place. 

I took a deep breath and closed everything just as it was and exited the room, hoping Mom was still upstairs and wouldn't see the painfully full erection under my pants. I knew I could just go take care of it quickly in the bathroom, but part of me felt guilty about even considering it. I told him I wouldn't, after all. But on the other hand, I couldn't even talk to him for another week, so what would it hurt. He would literally never know. The erection nearly pulled me in the direction of the bathroom, and nearly caused me to forget to close and lock the door. I pulled my zipper down and fished my hard cock out and started to quickly piston my hand, nearly breathless from the sensation that had been deprived from me for weeks. I could tell that I would be able to get off in no time, I was already feeling those all too familiar sensations brewing in my groin bubbling up. No sooner than I had prepared my body, my phone began to ring and a car horn began to blast from close proximity. I frustratingly stopped what I was doing and fished my phone from my pocket, now at ankle level, and saw that Matt was calling. I had sent him one of the blanket texts looking for human interaction for the day, and now connected the beeping horn with the phone call. 

Annoyed, I pushed my erection into my pants and tucked it up into my waistband to conceal it, and slid my thumb across the screen to unlock and answer Matt's call. 

"What's up, man?" I said, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hey, what's up queer!?" He yelled back. 

It was difficult to make out his words, his phone no doubt sitting on the dashboard as was normal for Matt.

"Dude, if you're honking please stop. My mom is asleep." I replied, sure that it was him. 

"I bet she is after the night I just gave her!" He roared into the windscreen of his Corolla.

"Fuck off." I replied. 

"Dude, for real I'm out in your driveway headed home. You wanna hang for a bit?" He asked.

I agreed and headed out the door, fortunately free of the tent in my pants, and entered the passenger seat of the beat up Toyota. 

"Dude, fix your fucking door." I exclaimed as the metal-on-metal squelch echoed against the colonial brick house. 

"Suck some more dicks and maybe I could afford it." He laughed as he slammed the transmission into reverse and backed out of the driveway onto the sleepy residential street. 

We pulled out of the neighborhood and started down the highway toward the ‘bad’ end of town where Matt had recently acquired a studio apartment. I was fimiliar with the complex from it’s frequent featuring on the news for the latest drug bust or police standoff. 

We pulled in a few minutes later having successfully glossed over the last few months of our lives, both no doubt omitting many key moments. I followed Matt up to the second floor and entered an apartment that smelled like weed and disinfectant, with brown high pile carpet and off white walls. Matt had chosen to decorate in furniture that likely fell off of a truck on its way out of a decommissioned nursing home and was adorned with unidentified stains and frayed throw pillows. I took a seat in a strategic location that seemed to be less stained, but still felt an eerie dampness on my clothes. 

I knew the question I wanted to ask, but I knew better than to ask it in a careless way. Matt was not exactly a discreet guy, and I knew that everything said between us would eventually make its way out to the subject of discussion. 

“So whatever happend to Sarah’s car?” I asked nearly fumbling on my words.

“Huh? The Honda?” Matt replied somewhat confused.

“Yeah, that was a good car.” I replied trying to shield my regreat for asking about her.

“She took it to Idaho, I guess. I don’t know.” He replied as he flipped the TV on and plopped hard into the lazy boy chair piled with nearly 6 inches of clothes.

“Idaho?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as Matt fumbled quickly to hide the porn that showed up on the screen of the old TV. I’d never pegged him for a MILF porn guy, but I guess there were a few things he’d never pegged about me as well.

I’d never seen Matt move so fast as he shot his gaze over and pivoted his body to face mine.

“You didn’t fucking hear about it, did you!?” He nearly screamed with almost cruel excitement.

“About what?” I responded, somewhat worried about the news that was about to be delivered.

“Fuck, dude. I don’t know if I want to be the one to tell you.” He started with a cheshire grin on his face, no doubt thrilled that he was going to be the one to tell me. “Remember Mike Castillo? He was Nick’s older brother. He worked security out at the old K-Mart complex. The had installed a bunch of security cameras in the shopping center where the new Best Buy was going in and one night he got a motion alert from behind the construction site, so he pulls it up and sees a BMW parked back there. He figured it was a drug deal since they get like a deal a week, he takes their pictures with the cameras, bad ass fucking cameras with crazy resolution, then he’ll send it over to the cops. So he zooms that shit way in and snaps the plate, then waits. He can see shit going on in the car but can’t see anything from the glare. He calls the dispatch and asks them to send a car over to scare them off. So then he sees the doors open and two people get out. He snapped their picture assuming the deal was about to go down, but then they go behind the car and the girl starts sucking this guy off behind the car. It’s cold outside too, man. I don’t know how he didn’t go soft. So she’s blowing him behind the car, then he pulls her up and starts fucking her from behind while she’s bent over the car. Of course, Mike is still rolling the fucking cameras on the whole event. So he’s watching them for a solid 10 minutes before the guy pushes the girl off of the car and jizzes on her face. So I’m not fucking with you here, right as he blasts one off in her face, the security car shows up and flashes his lights and dude bolts, man. He jumps in the car and drives off without the girl. He fucking leaves her there with nut all over her face. So she tries to get into the car but the door is locked and she falls and cuts her leg open and has to go to the hospital to get stitches in her leg.” 

I can’t handle his excitement, and while I’m sure he’s waiting for the dramatic reveal of who the girl in the story is, I already know. 

“Dude, it was Sarah. Sarah got dicked down on the security camera!” He nearly screamed with glee. “So what’s fucked up is they find out the guy has a warrant for his arrest when they run his plates. Evidently he had fucked with some sophomore and she turned him in after her parents found out. Dude’s in jail now.” 

“That’s really fucked up, man. That’s really fucked up.” I replied nearly in shock, in pain that Sarah had been messing around with someone else, even through I was already aware that she had been. 

“No, man. That’s not the fucked up part. The fucked up part is Mike sent the video to his friends before he realized who the girl was. It made it’s way all over town. Everybody fucking knew it was her right when they saw her. Her parents found out and she ended up moving in with her cousin in Idaho and deleted her social media, got a new phone, and all that shit. She’s basically in witness protection or some shit. Fucked up, man.” He added with a satisfied, evil look on his face.

I could feel the lump in my throat form as I thought about her, now knowing that I would likely never talk to her again. I felt such pity for her, and the future here that had been taken from her by an asshole in a BMW and an idiot security guard. She had hurt me hard, but nobody deserved this. 

“You wanna watch It’s Always Sunny?” He asked after a few seconds, seemingly incapable of feeling any empathy for her.

“Yeah, of course.” I said without a conscious thought. 

We ended up hanging out for a few more hours mostly devoid of conversation before Matt offered me a ride back to my Mom’s house on his way to score some more weed.

I quietly went into Megan’s room so I didn’t cause the steps to creak and wake up Mom, and stared off into space for quite a long time before snapping myself out of it. I pulled my phone out and scrolled through hollow Facebook posts and the mostly recycled content on Reddit, then pulled up my Gmail account and saw the email that caused my heart to leap. The contract had been delivered the night before, I had nearly forgotten that he said it would be. I thumbed over the attachment and thought about not opening it, about deleting the email and erasing that part of my life for good. About moving on and living the life I had planned the last time I was in this house.

The temptation got the best of me, and the circle signifying a download started and stopped in the blink of an eye. There before me was an official looking contrat between OLS, LLC. and Adam Stafford. I scrolled throught he wall of text and saw the numbers in bold font. More money than I ever imagined I’d see in my life. More commitment than I ever thought I’d experience in my life. The money was thrown around so much that it began to lose meening. I knew that to the others that had reviewed the document, the $4 million included was a rounding error on their income statements. They threw it at me like it was a signal of an investment, but it was a joke to them. I was likely a joke to them. Someone to buy and laugh at. Someone to jump through hoops, someone to abuse and throw away. But I kept thinking about how Steve would look at me and thought that maybe he was being truthful about the money being there to help me. I wasn’t sure at this point.

I locked my phone and stood from the bed to go for a walk around the neighborhood. I thought about finishing my session from the bathroom earlier, but the desire had pretty much dried up by this point. I circled the block a few times while looking over the wealthier properties that Ridgeview had to offer, thinking about childhood friends that had once lived in the elegant properties with their perfectly planted flowerbeds and freshly painted shutters. It was funny how little I missed this place. I came home looking for some purpose to pursue, something to keep me from effectively jumping head first into an alternate lifestyle that would be shunned by the vast majority of people, but all I found was a hollow feeling of being unwelcome in the town I had left behind. 

I decided at that point, less than 24 hours after arriving, I was ready to go back to my basement apartment and spend the time in the relative comfort of my own nest. I finished my walk, scribbled a note and left it on the kitchen table, and walked back to the commuter station for the north-bound bus. 

It took most of the rest of the day, but eventually I pushed through the door of my apartment, cranked the heat up, and settled in for a few hours of Netflix viewing. 
 

It had been a week nearly like any other week before meeting Steve. I went to my same classes, worked my same route, ate my same shitty diet, and slept too much. I had settled back into the routine I had once been so fearful of, but this time, I almost enjoyed it. I'm not sure if the enjoyment was because I was getting back into my comfort zone, or if the enjoyment was because I knew there was another opportunity waiting for me to decide on. Either way, I went through the motions but didn't fight the tears as I frequently had before. Not once did Sarah pop into my mind for any reason other than empathy. Sure, I missed her, but now I pitied her. 

Fortunately for me, the semester was winding down and the last of the assignments were being submitted for review. I knew I was going to cruise by this semester, most of it being freshman review courses, and most of it being stuff I had learned quite extensively in 11th grade. 

I worked my shift on Friday night, my new tug making light work of the route while in the toasty heat that was the envy of the motor pool. It never escaped me that I was approaching the end of the 'cool off' period, as Mark had put it. Even with the money being presented to me, I hadn't made up my mind by this point. I sort of wished I could go back over to Steve's before I knew anything about any of this and just spend a few more hours with him. I just wanted to see him look at me the way he did when I was putty in his hands. I didn't really care what I needed to do, or what he wanted me to do, I just wanted to be back there. He could dress me how he wanted me, he could call me what he wanted to call me, I just wanted him with me, but without all of the complications. I knew that ship had sailed though. 

I made my way home after the Friday shift, relieved for the weekend, relieved that classes were officially over, and relieved that at some point over the next two days, this indecisiveness would end and the path of the rest of my life would come clearer into focus. 

I woke up around 4:30 on Saturday afternoon and warmed up a chicken pot pie in the toaster oven and thought about walking down to campus to see if any of the residential students that stayed back for the semester break were doing anything. I didn't really know any of them, and I didn't really want to get to know any of them at the moment, but I was getting antsy being in my apartment. 

I made my way to the student center and was greeted with an eerily empty corridor, closed cafeteria, and lounges that I'd never seen empty were ghost towns. With my shoulders low and some disappointment from the wasted walk to campus, I turned back and thudded down the barren sidewalks back to the complex. I could tell that my optimism from earlier in the week was beginning to wear thin, and I could feel the depression start to creep back in. I wished I had a car, or at least enough money for an Uber to drive me around for a while, but both were currently out of my grasp.

I stared at my phone for a moment in confusion before I slid open the incoming call, labeled as a private caller, and put the earpiece in place before squeaking out a confused 'Hello?'

"Hi, Adam, it's Mark. I was calling to see if you had any questions or concerns about the contract. I see you opened it, but didn't really spend much time reviewing it. Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked, seeming friendly but about as friendly as a car salesman would be to close the deal.

"Oh, uh - hi. I, umm, I guess not really." I mumbled.

"Okay, great. So you'll sign tomorrow then?" He pressed.

"I think I'm... uhh... I'm sort of at the point that I... umm..." I stumbled over ever word, having no idea what I wanted to say.

"I know it can seem frightening, Molly was scared at first too, but I think she's very, very happy that she decided to come on board with the team. I think you'd be very happy as well, Adam. Imagine not having to work at the airport anymore, imagine getting out of that tiny apartment. Imagine not having to worry about money again, or how you're going to afford basic necessities. Sure, this is an odd way to make a living, but you'd definitely be making a living that most people would only dream of. Now I don't want to pressure you too much, but I will need an answer, a firm answer, by this time tomorrow. Deal?"

"Yeah, I can do that." I answered sheepishly.

"Good, good. We'll talk soon then." He said. 

"Wait, hey... Mark." I bursted out, surprising myself.

"Yeah, what's up?" He asked.

"What'll happen? Like, what happens if I sign it? How's that work? Is it immediate?" I asked, forcing the words to emerge from my dry throat. 

"Well, yeah. It is. When you sign it, the deal starts. We'll take care of everything for you. We'll have someone work with your companies HR department to end your employment on good standing, we'll pay off your remaining rent and free up your apartment. We'll notify your school that we'll take over the tuition payment. It'll all get handled for you. No need to worry." He responded.

I was somewhat reassured by his answer, but somewhat frightened to know that I may have just worked my last shift, and that I may be spending the last night in my apartment tonight.

"Hear this, Adam. We'll make sure you're well taken care of. You'll work hard for Steve and we'll work hard for you." He said, filling in the awkward silence. 

"Can I ask one more thing?" I said as I felt my confidence grow.

"Shoot." He replied, seeming to be done with the conversation.

"Why does the company even exist? Why couldn't this all happen between Steve and I? Why are you all even involved?" I asked.

"Well, now that's a good question... I guess because the company does very, very well for itself, so our founding members get some perks. You're one of the perks. The money you'll be paid doesn't directly come from Steve, it comes from the company itself. We manufacture and sell certain goods around the world, so we more than cover all of these costs. We're privately held, so we pretty much have the freedom to keep our original investors very, very happy. We provide the structure and details so Steve can enjoy his time with you, and you can be well taken care of in exchange. That makes him happy, and that makes you happy." He responded. 

"Oh, okay. Thanks." I replied flatly.

He ended the call and left me to think alone. I knew there was more than was being led on, it still didn't all make sense to me, but I did have a contract worth more money than I could fathom. Plus, I would get to spend more time with Steve, and I never got the impression from him that too many things would change even after the contract was signed. 

I stepped over to the door of the apartment and opened it, looked up into the gray, overcast skies and thought about the things that would be changing. I didn't care for my life here, and I didn't care for my life back home. I felt like a stranger in both places, and the only place I've felt welcome at has been Steve's. He's the only person I've looked forward to seeing, and I felt like he looks forward to seeing me as well. I balanced what I would be leaving behind and knew, as the passing GMC truck passed by with it's wheels at eye level from my apartment, that I was going to make the leap. I would sign the contract.

It was 11:58am, I stared at my phone with the overwhelming feeling that I would be getting the call in 2 minutes. My heart was pounding out of my chest feeling like I was standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking blackness. I closed my eyes and tried to breath deeply, I would say everything exactly as I had rehearsed. If I couldn't do that, I'd just say 'Yes'. Easy as that. 

At 12:00pm on the dot, my phone vibrated with a new email. I swiped it open and saw that the DocuSign'd version of the contract had been sent to me. I opened it and smiled broadly when I saw Steve's signature already on the lines. Without much thought, I tapped the box and drew my signature, saved, and submitted the document. I leaned back wondering when the whirlwind would start and chucked to myself when there was a knock on the door of the apartment not 30 seconds after submitting the contract. I was so scared to walk to the door, knowing I would likely be face to face with the guy I just committed my young adulthood too. I twisted the door handle and pulled the door, looked up to meet his gaze, then stood in surprise as a thin hispanic man asked me if I was ready to go.

"I, uh... are you with..." I asked with suspicion. 

"I am. Are you ready? You don't need to bring anything with you, we'll take care of everything inside." He responded with a thick, New York accent. 

"I guess so, then." I answered.

He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder before guiding me away from the door, up the small steps, and toward the same BMW that dropped me off a week ago. He motioned to another man standing near the car that then made his way toward the apartment to begin the clean up. I wondered what they would do with all of my stuff, but didn't dare ask at this point. 

I was guided to the rear passenger door of the BMW, then transported back to the nice end of town. I watched the world pass by and wondered if anyone else on Earth was going through something like I was right now. I felt special, sort of like royalty. That though left me as we pulled into a nondescript industrial looking complex and circled around to a small office complex on the backside, past the rows and rows of trailers neatly lined up.

The car pulled near the front door and came to a stop with my door facing directly into a tinted set of double office doors. The driver walked around the car and opened my door for me, now unable to test my theory that the child locks were engaged, and pointed me toward the double doors. Then, before I could move, the driver was back in the car and had started driving away. I watched his taillights disappear behind a row of trailers and now had a bad feeling about getting in the car. 

"Adam!" I heard a woman exclaim as the double doors pushed open. 

It was Alice, Mark's wife from dinner. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a white blouse. She was a remarkably attractive woman, and clearly had good style. 

She walked to me and grabbed my hand without waiting for me to say a word, then pulled me beyond the double doors and into a large lobby with a block lettered 'OLS' featured prominently behind a vacant reception desk. The entire place was darker than it seemed it should be, even with the lack of sunshine outside. She pulled me by my hand past the empty desk and through another door that was accessed by a number pad. The heavy metal door opened with the assistance of a nearly silent motor, then closed behind us with a loud thunk. I knew from the airport that there were some very, very strong magnets holding the door closed now. 

"We're right in here, baby." She said with a smile as she moved us both beyond another heavy wooden door, this one as protected as the first. 

We entered a medium sized, windowless office with a large couch along the far wall. It was warmly decorated and sort of reminded me of the school psychologist's office from a few weeks back. The air felt warm against my skin, and the furniture seemed very high-end. There was another door off to the left side of the room, but she made no mention of, or motion to it. 

"Why don't you take off your jacket and have a seat." She said with a still beaming smile. "I am just so happy that you're here... you have no idea how excited Steven is that you're signed up now. He is just so thrilled." 

I could catch a slight southern drawl on a few of her words, only adding to her charm. I removed my jacket and folded it across my lap after sitting on the soft leather sofa. Alice was circling to the back of a small desk with a TV sitting on top of it. She fished through a drawer and grabbed something before joining me on the couch, only a few inches away. 

"We are really going to have so much fun together, really. There are some things we have to get taken care of before we get you to your new home though, they should have been explained to you in the contract you signed. Nothing will hurt much, and we'll have a few medications that'll help ease you right through it." She said with her hand resting on my forearm. "So, first thing's first... you take these and we'll get this train out of the station."

She handed me two little white pills and a yellow pill, then pulled a small bottle of water from next to the couch. I looked at my hand with skepticism, I wasn't into pills, and had no clue what she was trying to give me. 

"What are these?" I asked as I closed my fist and moved them back toward her. 

"They'll help you relax a bit before we get started." She insisted. 

"I'm not sure I..." I started, but she cut me off quickly.

"Sweetie, I am a licensed physician. This is what I do. You'll be fine, they're to help you through this." She said with more force than I expected. 

I thought quickly about my life out there, and what my life was about to become, and turned my hand up, put the pills in my mouth, took a swig of water, and swallowed them down. 

"Oh, good. Thank you for not being fussy about it." She said, her beaming smile having returned. 

"So in just a few minutes, we should be able to get started. You let me know when you feel nice and relaxed, okay?" 

I nodded my head and stared off at the painting on the wall. It had maybe been 10 minutes when I heard her ask me how I was doing, but she seemed pretty distant. I searched and found her gaze a little further down the couch from me now. I smiled and nodded, then was met by another grin. 

I watched as she returned to the desk, I was now more relaxed than I think I'd ever been in my life. I didn't feel tired, nor did I feel drugged. I just seemed to not care about a single thing in the world at that moment. It was amazing. 

I watched as Alice sat next to me again with a small bundle of things on her lap. She pulled my arm from my lap and pulled my shirt sleeve up to expose my arm. I watched, seemingly amused, as she tied a tourniquet around my upper arm and rubbed at my skin with an alcohol pad. I knew I didn't want her to do this, but I also didn't have the wits about me to ask her to stop. 

Within a few seconds, I could see the small tube sticking out of my arm, Alice expertly applying a clear dressing over it, then squeezing a clear syringe of fluid into it. I could feel the cool liquid flow into my vein as she pushed the plunger down, but still, I didn't mind. 

"How are you felling, sweetie?" She asked as she returned from disposing of the packaging, then examined the IV in my arm.

"I feel... pretty good." I said after a moment, my mind not initially processing her question. 

"Good, I'm so glad to hear that." She said as she returned and sat close to me, then pulled my body into hers to give me a hug. 

I didn't resist her at all, and found immense comfort in her embrace. My head was resting softly on her chest as she rubbed and patted at my back. I could feel the poke of the IV when I bent my arm to hug her back, but it wasn't painful.

"You've been so, so good for me baby. I think you should get a little treat." She said as she pulled my body away from hers. She popped a small kiss on my head as she walked toward the other door in the room and opened it. 

My eyes widened a bit when I saw Molly come through. She was wearing a short, yellow dress and flashed a brief smile at me before joining Alice at the end of the couch. 

"See, I think before we really get started, we should make our newest member feel more at home, don't you think?" Alice asked while looking down slightly to meet Molly's gaze. 

"Yes, mommy. I think that would be a good idea." Molly responded, then looked over at me with a odd look on her face. I recognized the look from our only other meeting. It was the "I don't have a choice in the matter" look. 

It was the only time since taking the medicine that I felt some trepidation in my mind, but I didn't react, only acted as a passive participant. 

Alice sat next to me on the couch again, then pulled my head down toward her lap. She positioned me on my back so I was looking up at her, her motherly look down on me was warm and reassuring. She lightly brushed at my hair, moving it from my face, then pulled lightly at her blouse, a silky white bra now partially exposed behind the thin material. She continued to adjust herself until her breast had emerged from beneath the bra, her nipple now pointing directly at me. She didn't say anything to me, but she never broke her loving gaze into my eyes. I'm sure she was helping to lift me, but it was almost magnetic that my mouth brushed against her nipple. I almost pulled away, but the mix of medications and now surging testosterone in my body prevented me from moving. 

"There, baby. It's okay. Open up." She said in a near whisper. 

I followed her instruction and parted my lips slightly, then closed them once I could feel her nipple enter my mouth. I didn't do anything, just laid there with a beautiful woman's bare nipple in my mouth. I always enjoyed biting and sucking at Sarah's when during foreplay, but this was something different. This almost didn't seem sexual. 

"Go ahead." She said with no voice. 

I lapped quickly with my tongue and felt her nipple harden slightly at the new contact, then pulled my tongue down and my cheeks in to begin lightly sucking at her breast. At the same moment, I could feel friction on my pants, my erection beneath no longer a secret. I gasped slightly at the contact, but Alice maintained eye contact with me and made it nearly impossible to break my gaze from her. After a moment, Alice did look away and smiled with approval. I tried to move my gaze as much as I could, but could barely make out that Molly was now kneeling beside my torso off the edge of the couch. 

I could feel as her hand slowly stroked at my cock, then felt the cooler air make contact with my cock as she pulled it out through my zipper. 

"It's okay, baby. You suck on me and she'll suck on you." Alice said with a smile. 

I sucked at her nipple greedily at that point, assuming that the more vigor I put into her breast, the more vigor Molly would put into my dick. I coughed a bit as I felt something enter my mouth in timing with my sucking and realized after a split second that Alice was breastfeeding me. I could feel the smooth, sweet liquid coat my tongue and pool at the back of my mouth. I swallowed carefully and realized that there was a decent amount in there. At the same time, I could feel Molly's mouth moving rhythmically up and down my shaft. She didn't have the same technique that I'd experienced with Sarah, and was much more mechanical than I was used too, but after such a dry spell, it felt amazing. My mind became focused on the suck and swallow movement necessary to pull new milk from Alice's breast, and could see satisfaction in her face.

"Don't get too greedy, baby. Molly is gonna need some dinner later too." Alice chuckled with her head back. 

I could feel Molly freeze in place, her mouth still over the head of my cock and realized then that she was embarrassed by that statement. I began to put the pieces together and realized that Molly was deep into the game as well, and that her plea of not judging each other would likely come up again. After a moment of pause, without prompting, she resumed sucking on me. 

This continued for a few minutes before Alice popped her nipple from my mouth and told me that she was all out, but needed to save the other side for Molly. I was somewhat relieved that I could focus now on Molly's movements and knew that I wouldn't be 'out' soon as well. Alice moved slightly from her current spot, then moved my head off of her lap and placed a pillow under me. I tried to not look, but couldn't help staring at Molly as she sucked on me with her eyes closed. She really was beautiful, and I wished that under some other circumstance we would be in the same position, but not at the insistence of others. 

I could feel my testicles pull up closer to my body, and felt the familiar tightening in my groin signifying the end was near. It was then that Molly opened her eyes and looked toward me. She didn't look pleased that I was watching her, but she made no other reaction. She looked back down and closed her eyes, then increased her pace. 

"Don't forget what daddy tells you, dear." Alice said as she knelt near my upper body.

I could feel one of Molly's hands begin to stroke at the base of my shaft in time with the movement of her mouth, significantly increasing the sensations. The other lightly tickled at my balls as she continued her increased pace. I could tell she was desperate to end it, but I was enjoying it far too much to let my orgasm hit too quickly. 

"Everything is going to be a bit different when you wake up, baby." Alice said as she gently pulled my arm up and twisted a new syringe to the IV catheter. "You need to go ahead and finish." 

My body, sensing permission, tightened and fired off one of the most intense orgasms of my existence. Wave after wave crashed hard against me and caused me to see stars. I screamed out in ecstasy as I felt countless pulses push out of my cock. I strained my eyes to see Molly with her mouth still locked tightly around the head sucking just as I did, working to pull every drop of liquid out. Her tongue began to tickle at the overly sensitive head now, forcing out one last pulse into her waiting mouth. I gasped to catch my breath, then made eye contact with Alice as her big smile reassured me that everything was going to be all right. 

"Sweet dreams, baby." She said as I felt more cool liquid hit my vein. I looked down to see a milky white liquid make its way from the syringe into my arm then felt an overwhelming sensation to sleep hit me. Within seconds, I was gone. 

[D503]

Intense ?. Really great writing - loved his contemplation, the ennui of normal life.

[eliminster]

wow amazing work seeing it makes me wonder if molly was actually a Mark before signing her contract.

[BabyJessica]

Wow wow wow. You continue to blow my mind, @Nomadic . Thank you so much for this brilliant work. 

[Eagle0769]

Your writing keeps me at the end of my seat. I read this post twice because it was so will written.

I think "baby eliminster" is right and that makes me happy because Adam will still have his peepee I think I hope.

Please keep up the good work your writing is amazing. ?

[BabyJessica]

There is so much here that just checks all of my boxes. I am such a huge fan (as if you couldn’t tell).

 

I especially loved the line where he is told that he shouldn’t be greedy because Molly needs dinner, too, and the embarrassment she feels as a result. That’s the exact kind of embarrassment I would relish — my Mommy or Daddy casually giving away to others how babyish I am; letting others know that no matter what, I’m still just a toddler that needs my Daddy. I would welcome reading about Steve giving Adam diaper checks around others, much in the same vein. Subtle, but also obvious, giveaways of the status — Adam is a baby, Steve is a grownup. (And Molly’s a baby, too!) 

Ooh, I just love it. Wish I was in Adam or Molly’s shoes!!!

[Sarah Penguin]

 

[apollo1969]

This is the best piece of erotic literature I've ever read. The characters, plot, and prose are all just perfect. 

I disagree with the 50 shades comparison. This writing is a million times better than that dreck, and "eccentric society of perverts" is a story convention with a long heritage. I'm sure it predates the Story of O, which is the earliest I can think of, without research.

There are so many little things that I love. One example that comes to mind: Adam acting like an impulsive teenager, putting off thinking much about the contract until the last day, and barely reading it. Steve knows exactly how little time his little sissy actually spent reviewing this important document. Adults take great care in legal agreements like these. Adam (what will she be called, I wonder?) needs a smart, decisive daddy to make the decisions

I like that the club has two classes, with one absolutely subservient to the other. I can see why molly hates the get-togethers. I bet she and adam will have many interesting play dates...

Oh, and even the contract structure is so well done. It really disincentivizes quitting. I wonder what "modifications" steve will make without even asking his silly little sissy

[eliminster]

I don't want to rush the author but I do want to say that I have been anticipating the next update in this story like I haven't for a while with stories on the board. Is there any word on how your story is progressing and when we might be expecting an update on it?

[apollo1969]

(pic posted with Sophie's permission)

I can't wait till the next installment. I bet adam is going to experience this type of disorientation when (s)he wakes up

[BabyJessica]

Also eagerly awaiting the next chapter, @Nomadic! Can’t wait

[Baby Toni38]

Great story, any updates in the future. 

[BabyJessica]

Just a little bump, hoping for another chapter very soon!

[BabyJessica]

I hope I’m not too annoying. Just in love with your story, @Nomadic. Still here hoping and praying for more!

[Abhellodl]

Made a account to say this.

 

please continue  

[BabyJessica]

Also continuing to wait patiently, but my wet diaper is overflowing and I need Daddy to change me. Maybe another chapter soon, @Nomadic? Pweeeese?

[Abhellodl]

Bump 

 

please finish. Great writing and would love to see where it goes after such a great cliff hanger 

[Abhellodl]

Please finish next chapter .

 

this is one of the best stories on here. Would hate to see your great writing not continue. 
 

appreciate the time and effort you have put into this 

 

@Nomadic

[BabyJessica]

Still holding out hope for another chapter. 

[Eagle0769]

You had such a good story going why stop now. ?

[Nomadic]

Part 11

I couldn't run fast enough no matter how hard I tried, I could feel them all over me, constantly stinging every inch of my body. I couldn't see them, and they were silent, but I knew they were there. The flashes of pain radiated across my skin, but as quick as they began, they ended. The darkness enveloped me.

I was there with her again. Molly was wearing the same yellow sun dress that Sarah wore, bright against her bare skin. Her complexion was darker, her beauty breathtaking. But she wasn't looking at me, and wouldn't no matter how much I tried to yell for her. She turned and walked away, and before I could find her, the dark found me. 

I could hear voices, they were far away but I could recognize the sources, or at least I thought I could. I tried to speak, but my body wouldn't respond to my mind. The voices were fading in and out, but incoherent when I could hear them. I felt like I was waking up from a deep, deep sleep but my body hadn't caught on yet. I tried to will myself awake, but my thoughts were my only response. I could hear a faint rhythmic sound now thumping loudly at my ears. I slowly began to regain sensation to my body and could feel that something wasn't right... something was off. I was laying down, but I was floating. I couldn't feel anything, there was no difference between my skin and the air, no perceptible barrier between my body and the world around me. I slowly felt my arms move under my command, but they too offered no identifying information. I slammed my eyes open and shut, I could feel my eyelids move across my eyes, but there was no light. As I regained consciousness, I continued to search for clues, but the rhythmic thumping was the only sensation I could grasp. I was floating in blackness.

A faint light began to shine above me, it's blue hue nearly blinding me in the pitch blackness. I was finally getting control over my body again and tried to sit up. I felt my back make contact with the ground, the liquid I was floating in was only a few inches deep. I sat up and saw the shimmer of water immediately around me, then black walls. I was in a tank of water, a tank of some type but could see no way out. I slowly moved my legs around and watched as the shallow water washed across my skin. I looked down and saw that my body was my own, but that another chastity cage had been affixed at some point. I felt it with my right hand, my left still bracing my body in a sitting position, and felt a hardness absent in the previous chastity cages Steve had put me in. I couldn't feel the tab that was present before, this one smoother, smaller than before, and tighter. 

"Hello!" I called out. 

The echo of the tank was painful against my ears. I tried to stand, but the tank was only tall enough to allow me to kneel. I searched the walls of the tank for some handle of some type, something to free me from the capsule, but found nothing. 

"Help!" I cried again and pounded a fist against the hard ceiling. 

I jumped when I heard a whirling sound begin, the water around me receding toward my feet. After a few seconds, the water was gone and the noise stopped. A loud bang caused me to look behind me and I could see a fracture begin to form in the wall, then watched as the ceiling lifted, pivoting away from me. Light flooded my eyes, causing significant pain as the world came into view. The capsule was in a small room lit only by a single light, but the light was still blinding. 

"Welcome back." A voice whispered lightly from the other side of the capsule. 

I watched as Alice stepped around to the side of the capsule and extended her hand out to me. I grabbed it, and with her assistance, pulled myself into a standing position outside of the capsule. 

"What the hell is that?" I asked, nearly crying in fear. 

"It's a float tank. It's to help you relax. I thought having you come too in there would be like your rebirth into your new life." She said with a faint smile.

"No, I've never been more afraid than waking up in there. I thought I died, Alice. I thought I was trapped." I said, now sobbing. 

"Oh, baby... don't worry, I was watching you the entire time. You were only awake for a few seconds before I opened the lid." She responded, seemingly indifferent to the trauma I had faced. 

"What did you do to me?" I asked, my voice broken from emotion.

Alice sat in a small chair, then pulled me down to her lap and held my head against her shoulder.

"Only what you agreed to, baby. Only what you agreed to." 

A door opened into the small room, I looked up to see Mark walk in with a concerned look on his face.

"I told you not to put him in there until he came too, Alice. You scared him half to death." He said in a scolding tone, but Alice made no notice. 

I tried to regain my composure, but the fear and anger wouldn't subside. My mind couldn't cope with the emotions effectively, so I began to cry. I could feel Alice's hand rub my back, joined shortly thereafter by Mark's firmer hand. 

"You're not doing that again, Alice." Mark said, then turned to exit the room. 

After a moment, Alice moved me from her lap and into a standing position in front of her, examining me in my nakedness from head to toe. I wanted to collapse, I wanted to run. I did neither. 

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" I heard in a calm voice behind me. 

I quickly turned, nearly falling off balance in doing so, and saw Steve standing at the door. He walked toward me and embraced me tightly, my body then giving way, depending entirely on him to hold me up. I began to cry again. 

Steve lifted me effortless onto his hip like a child, then carried me from the small room. I winced as the chastity cage pressed firmly against his torso, causing the hard ring around the base of my scrotum to dig firmly into my inner thigh. Steve carried me down a short corridor into what appeared to be a lounge area, then sat me down on a cloth couch and took a seat next to me, pulling me tight to his body. I still hadn't regained my composure by that time, but began to calm down as my mind comprehended that I wasn't going to die trapped in that chamber. 

"What did they do to me?" I asked softly into Steve's chest. 

"Oh, baby... nothing bad. Let's talk about it later on, you need to get your strength back. Do you want to go home?" He responded gently. 

Home. That word gave me long pause. I didn't know what home was at this point. I didn't know what anything was at this point. Alice was correct in saying that emerging from that tank was like being reborn, and just like a new born, I had no clue about my life. I wasn't even sure how long I had been asleep. It could have been years for all I knew. 

Alice entered the room at that point and walked over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. I felt a shudder move through my body, now remembering that she was the one that put me into the state I was in. I remembered the while liquid being pushed into my vein, then the world going black. I looked down at my arm and saw the puncture mark where the IV was. I also remembered what Molly had done and felt a wash of shame go over me. While it wasn't my choice, I had broken Steve's rule and had an orgasm. I tried to shake that from my head, there were many more things wrong than breaking a promise now. 

"What did you all do to me?" I asked again, this time louder and with more anger.

I could feel Steve tense up, pulling my body tighter against his, then releasing entirely. I sat up and looked at Alice, then Steve. Finally, I heard Alice begin to speak.

"The way we had to remove your body hair can be quite painful, and there are very few medications that can remove the discomfort. We decided, for your own good, that you should be asleep during the process. Some of the emotion you're feeling right now is from the implanted hormone balancer, as your body regulates and learns its new normal, that'll calm down. The other changes are minor and only impact specific smooth muscle." She said, then sat down across from the couch.

"Hormones? What do you mean smooth muscle?" I said, nearly mortified at her revelation. 

"All stuff that was outlined explicitly in the contract you signed, dear. It was spelled out in there what you were agreeing too." Alice said, now frustrated with my anger. "Surely you read the contract and asked any questions you had before you signed it."

I fell silent. I didn't read the contract in its entirety. I never made it past the 4th page where it talked about the payout stipulations. There were dozens of pages after that, but none of it made any sense to me. I again turned my head into Steve's chest and cried. 

"You all are okay to go home, Steve. You might want to read the parts of the contract out loud, or you're going to have a few more surprises." She said, then exited the room. 

"Let's get going, baby. Are you okay to walk?" Steve asked gently. 

"I can't go like this, I'm..." I started.

"Oh, of course. I have stuff for you here." He said quickly, then pulled a bag from next to the couch. 

Steve moved from the couch and knelt in front of me, then began to pull clothes from the blue duffel bag. He pulled a white, soft t-shirt over my head and straightened it down my torso. The arms were short, and there was very subtle texture in the cotton, this was no doubt a girls shirt. He then began to slide a pull-up up my legs, then lifted me gently from the couch and snugged the stretchy material over my hips and smoothed the seams over my skin. He followed this with baby blue sweatpants, socks, and slippers, then wrapped me in a soft blanket before escorting me out of the lounge. I kept my gaze down as we walked through a corridor I recognized to be the same I led through by Alice at some point in the past. I glanced up to see 'OLS' boldly advertised behind the vacant receptionist desk. We exited the mirrored door into cold darkness. 

I could see the complex lit up by yellowed sodium bulbs, a soft snow dancing in the downcast light. Steve's black SUV was idling nearby, I was ushered carefully into the passenger seat, then Steve strapped me in and circled the car to take his place in the drives seat.

"I'm sorry you had to wake up that way, she shouldn't have done that." He said as soon as he moved the gear selector into drive and pulled away from the door. 

I didn't say anything, just watched the trailers pass by in a neat row, then watched as he pulled out onto the main highway and joined the East bound traffic. 

"I didn't read it." I said apologetically after a moment of silence. 

"Yeah, I didn't know you hadn't. I thought Mark talked you through it." He responded.

"He sort of did, but he only asked me if I had any questions and if I understood it. I guess I was either too excited, or too scared to read it all the way through." I admitted. 

"I don't need to be a lawyer to tell you how bad that is, baby." Steve said coldly. 

We drove through the night, the snow increasing significantly as we neared his house. I stared off into the distance, watching the snow move effortlessly around the car as we disrupted its path. Finally, we passed through the gatehouse and, a short moment later, parked in the circular driveway. 

"Well, welcome home." Steve said with a smile, exiting the car to circle and open my door. 

We carefully made our way up the steps and into the warm house, relieved to be out of the cold even for such a short period of time. 

"I think it'd be best for you to get to bed, we can talk more in the morning." Steve said, but left no room for discussion on the matter. I was escorted to down the hall to an unused guest room, and assisted into the bed. No sooner than my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. 

It took me a moment to come to my senses when I noticed the light sparkling on the wall opposite the bed. The sun had started to rise and was casting some reflections off of the lake. The curtain, mainly decorative, did little to stop it.  

I stretched satisfyingly, then ran my hands down my body. I paused at my torso and moved the shirt up and marveled at how smooth my skin was now. While I had very little hair to start with, even after shaving, I could always tell there was some slight stubble there, but it was entirely gone. It felt like I was caressing Sarah's skin, not my own. I continued to explore the softness as the realization that I would never have body hair again set in, causing some sadness to surface. I slid my hand into the pull-up and felt at the chastity cage, then pulled the covers up to confirm with no surprise that it too, was pink. It didn't have the same look as the others, it was significantly shorter with no appreciable shaft on it. I couldn't see the locking mechanism on it, everything was smooth to the touch, it was almost as if it had been built around me. 

I rolled to my side and stepped from the bed, careful to allow my body time to orient itself to being upright and unsupported, then crossed the room and opened the door. I didn't hear Steve in the kitchen, and all of the lights were still off. I contemplated going back to the bed, but decided to go into the master bedroom instead. I could hear Steve's breathing on the side of the bed closest to the door, so I carefully circled and entered the bed beside him, then closed my eyes and dozed off for a while longer. 

I was reawaken by Steve's hand caressing lightly at my cheek. He had rolled over and was now watching me wake up. I gave a small smile, then stretched. He smiled back and lightly tickled at my ribcage as I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. 

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He said quietly after a moment.

I could feel myself blush intensely, I had never been called beautiful in such an intimate way. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked after a moment.

"Weird, I guess. I don't know. It doesn't feel like me." I responded after considering for a moment.

"How so?"

"Well, this doesn't feel like my skin, for starters. And I feel kind of different, but I can't really describe how." I answered, unsure of how I could elaborate on something I couldn't explain to myself.

“You know, I bet you get used to it soon.” He said in a reassuring voice, but accomplished no reassurance with saying it. “I’ll go make some breakfast, if you’re feeling up for it.”

I smiled at the thought of the kind gesture, but felt no appetite at all. I didn’t stop him though. I sat in silence for a moment before moving from the bed and following him into the kitchen hopeful for a cup of coffee. Without disappointment, he thrust one into my hands no sooner than I entered.

“So I know I should have read it, but what else happened? I feel funny and I don’t know why or how, but I feel... off.” I said, my eyes pleading for some understanding.

“Well, exactly what we told you yesterday. All of the hair follicles below your eyebrows were put into a dormant state using laser hair removal, so it’s doubtful that any of it will grow back. There was a very tiny implant to help balance some of your hormones, to decrease your testosterone just a bit, and increase some other hormones that’ll make your skin softer and soften some of your features...” He started.

“What?!” I yelled as he discussed the hormones. “What do you mean? That’s not temporary! I didn’t agree to that!” I screamed as tears began streaming down my face. 

“You did, sweetie. You did. And it is temporary. We can take the hormone implant out and your body will go back to what it was. You need to stop worrying.” He said cooly, then became rather dismissive at my shock.

“This is too much.” I quietly said as I sank down into a dining room chair. 

I noticed my reflection in the large window overlooking the lake and could see that my hair had been messed with as well. The reflection looking back at me was far from the person I thought I was. 

Steve moved my coffee from the counter to the table in front of me and took a seat at the end of the table and sat quietly, waiting for me to continue my verbal barrage on him. I didn’t though, I didn’t have the strength to yell and I knew it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Instead, I lowered my head and cried for a moment. I mourned for the man I was and tried to rationalize with whatever I had become.

“So, are you just trying to turn me into a girl?” I finally asked between sobs.

“No, baby. If I wanted a girl, I would have a girl. I want you. I’ve just got a thing for femanine boys and you make a perfect one.” He said with little emotion in his voice, seemingly unaware that the transformation into this wasn’t as easy on me as it was on him, and that his fetish was my life now and not so easy to just flip back.

“I just wish you would have...” I started.

“I did.” He replied quickly with some anger in his voice. “Nothing about this should have been a surprise to you. If you want to quit now, that’s your choice. Nobody is holding you here against your will. You’re free to leave whenever you want.”

I sat in silence as he stood from the table and walked out of the kitchen into his bedroom. I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, then reflected on what he had said. I was free to go. I could stop at any time. I’d lose out on all of the money though, so I’d end up a hairless girly boy forever and have nothing to show for it. I tried to shake that thought from my head... I wasn’t here for the money, was I? Was I? 

I collected my thoughts and decided to go continue the conversation with Steve and come to some understanding of what we were. I stood from the chair and noticed that the pull up was a bit bulkier than it had been when I sat down, but kept walking to the room. 

I entered and found Steve sitting in the chair he was sitting in the very first time I came to his house. I quietly slumped into the chair opposite and waited to see if he would say anything. He didn’t for a few minutes. The silence was painful.

“I’m sorry...” I said quietly. “I should have read and understood. I guess it’s just coming so fast and its catching me off guard.”

There was another long pause before he finally spoke.

“Things are going to continue to change. You know that, right? This is just the beginning.” He said, still short of being sympathetic.

I nodded my head faintly only half aware of what he was saying.

“I need to know that you’re committed to this before it goes anywhere else. I’ve given you a few opportunities to back out and you’ve always given the green light, but this is the last time. If you want to keep this going, you need to stop trying to lead and learn to follow. You’re the submissive in this relationship. You do as I say. Do you understand that?”

I was completely caught offguard by the force in his voice and was reminded of the Steve not so long ago that towered above me in the midst of his sexual energy. I was afraid of the words he was saying, but the force in his voice made my heart race in an erotic way. I could feel the butterflies building in my stomach as his gaze pierced deeply into my soul. I could feel the spark reignite in me that he lit in me the first time. 

I nodded my head as I looked toward him, but avoided eye contact.

“Say it.” He said forcefully.

“Yes, daddy.” I said faintly.

“No more whining. There are thousands of little sissy boys that would switch places with you in a heartbeat and they wouldn’t get the seven-figure payout at the end of it. So look at this as an opportunity and quit feeling sorry for yourself.” He responded sternly. 

I sat silent for a moment, somewhat in shock of the development of the last few minutes. I felt tiny now, and out of control of my own path. But what I couldn’t shake was how turned on I felt by it. I wanted to be mad, or cry, or leave but I knew I couldn’t. Partially because of the money, but also because I couldn’t disappoint him anymore. 

Steve extended his hand aross the gap between the chairs and held it out. I extended mine into his, dwarfed by the size difference, then felt his strong grip and pull as he tugged me from my chair to his lap. I sat on his lap facing him, my legs over his. He wiped a few stray tears from my eyes then grasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. All of my fear and anger began to melt away at that point. 

I pulled away after a moment, needing to catch my breath, and leaned into him for a hug. He rubbed lightly on my back and held me tight into his body. I closed my eyes and let the moment sink in as much as I could. 

After a moment, I felt Steve’s hand lower to the back of the pull up, then wrapped his hand under my butt and squeezed.

“Somebody couldn’t make it to the potty, huh?” He said with a smirk audible in his voice. 

I leaned up surprised. I didn’t pee in the pull up. I haven’t had to go this morning yet, there must be some mistake with it, or something spilled on me. I sat straight up with a dumbfounded look on my face.

“It’s okay, accidents happen.” He said smugly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He carried me to the bed effortlessly, laying me down at the foot of the bed and pulled the sweatpants down to my ankles. I looked down my body in disbelief as I saw the yellow tinted Ariel staring back up at me. 

“I didn’t do that.” I said in shock.

“Well that’s weird then. Who broke in and peed in your pull up?” He said in a joking tone, but I didn’t smile. 

“Steve, I didn’t... what happened.” I pleaded.

“Maybe it’s just the medications. It’s okay. I think it’s cute.” He said, taking absolute delight in my misery. 

He ripped the sides of the pull up off, then carried it to the bathroom and tossed it in the garbage. He then walked to the closet and unlocked the door before walking inside. I could hear him moving things around but paid little attention as I tried to come to terms with my body’s betrayel to decades of potty training. 

He came out with a handful of things, but tossed them on the floor at the foot of the bed before I could see them. I wasn’t prepared for the coolness of the babywipes as he expertly cleaned my groin and backside. Once finished, he tossed the wipes at his feet and pulled the socks off of mine. 

“I think I have the perfect outfit for your first real day as the new you.” He said with a big grin before pulling my upper body toward him, then yanking the shirt over my head. 

He stopped to examine me, now fully nude on the bed, completely open and vulnerable to him. Everytime I looked at him, he seemed taller or I felt smaller. I wasn’t sure at this point. 

Steve moved onto the bed, his powerful legs now on either side of my hips causing my body to sink far into the matterss from his concentrated weight. He leaned down and grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head with his hands, then locked them together with his left hand. He leaned in and gave me a powerful kiss, then moved down and began to kiss and suck on my neck. The sensations in my body were almost too much. The hair being removed made my skin insanely sensitive, and his tongue was hitting every spot perfectly. I tried to control my breathing but ended up nearly panting. He nibbled at my collarbone, causing me to moan loudly. I could feel his lips tighten into a smile at the sounds I was making, no matter how hard I tried to stifle them. I was putty in his hands. 

He moved quickly down to my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his tongue lapped against the sensitive skin, now fully erect. I could feel goosebumps all over my body, my nerves on fire in anticipation of his touch. He sucked hungerly at my nipple for what seemed an eternity before lifting his head up and looking at me in the eyes.

“I can’t wait for these to puff up a little more. I bet I’ll be able to get you off from this alone.” He said, then dived to my left nipple to give it equal treatment. I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I was looking foward to it as well now. 

Steve spent a little while longer exploring my torso with his mouth, then almost as soon as he started, he stood back up. I wanted him to continue so bad, I had to dig my fingers into the matterss to keep from going insane. He looked me up and down again and smiled. He and I both knew that he had me where he wanted me now.

Steve leaned down to floor at the foot of the bed and brought the bundle up and laid it by my left thigh. I could see plenty of pink and white and knew I’d be dressing up again today. ‘

I was looking at the ceiling fan above me, lost in the feelings I still had, when Steve lifted my butt off of the bed by my legs. This snapped my somewhat back to reality just enough to feel something slide under me before my body being laid back down on it. I lifed my head to look but couldn’t see much. I felt my stomach drop when Steve began to sprinkly baby powder on me, then pushed my legs apart as he brought what I now realized was a diaper up over my groin. I was in disbelief as he smoothed it out and taped it into place over me. 

“What is that?” I said in a state of shock.

“For somebody who already had an accident today, I thought you’d realize it was a diaper.” He said smugly. 

I felt my entire body flush at the thought. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they looked down my hairless body. There was the bulk of a diaper where there shouldn’t be one. This wasn’t a pull up either, it was big. I could see the face of Baby Elmo, a big smile, and blocks in his hands. They were somewhat obscured by the large yellow tabs that Steve had affixed to hold it in place. 

“Steve, please. No. Please.” I pleaded. 

“They’re here just in case, baby. Keep them dry and we can talk about going back to pull ups, okay?” He responded.

“Please, no. Please. I’ll do anything. Please don’t put me in a diaper. This is too much, Steve. Please.” I said now in a full sob. 

Steve paused for a split second then looked me in the eyes. 

“What’s your offer?” He asked playfully.

I looked at him blankly, unsure of what he meant.

“You said you’d do anything... what’s your offer.” He responded after a few seconds.

“Please. Just... don’t.” I continued to cry without answering his question. 

Unsatisfied with my response, he carried on dressing me. He pulled me up as I sobbed and slid a pink and white shirt over my head and snaked it down my body, then began snapping it in place over the diaper. I could still see the bulkiness of it, but now it was encased in the cotton fabric of the onesie. 

Steve then pulled me into a standing position from at the end of the bed. I could feel the bulk push my thighs apart well beyond what the pull up had done. Steve then slid a jumper looking dress over my head and smoothed it out as it came to rest on my shoulders and draped to the middle of my thighs. I stood crying as Steve admired his work.

“Please...” I wimpered again.

“Please what?” He asked again. 

“Please don’t make me wear a real diaper.” I sobbed out. 

He looked at me in a way that told me his decision was final, that the diaper was staying. 

“Please. I’ll... if you let me take it off and I don’t have to wear one, I’ll... I’ll suck your dick. Please.” I couldn’t said in complete disbelief of the words that just exited my mouth. 

Steve paused at this and looked me hard in the eyes. He moved closer to me and used his hand to pull my chin up to meet his gaze and smiled a little. 

“You’re going to do that anyways.” He said, then kissed my forehead and backed away. “Now, if you don’t behave, we’re going out to breakfast with you like that. If you do behave, I’ll go finish making pancakes and we can stay here. 

With that, he turned and left me standing there dressed like a toddler on her first day of daycare. 

[Jayme]

That was a beautiful addition, I can see how Steve just controlled him. It's beautiful to read and I eagerly await your next chapter so I can see what Adam chose to do...

[Eagle0769]

I'm so happy you are back I'm sure we all are. I was surprise to receive an E Mail that you had updated this great story.

I can't wait for this to really start to get going again and what this new girly boys will be doing for his Daddy.

Welcome back. ?

[apollo1969]

Yay!

Thank you for the update