Torn

Chapter 6
Torn

Chapter Description: The fork in the road.

Monday.

“Our next acknowledgement is a twofer,” said the beaming Vice President of Something-or-Other, one of the company’s seven. “Richard Nolan. Go ahead, Rick. On your feet.”

“You have to choose between one or the other, Richard.”

“One or the other? That’s… inhuman. I love you both.”

Applause rippled throughout the crowd. “Don’t be shy, Rick,” prodded the man at the lectern. Rick’s smile broadened in response and he elevated his right hand in gratitude for the accolades. He had been raised to be modest, and he wore it well—but, like anyone else, whether or not they cared to admit it, he cherished the occasional public commendation.

Marie smiled. “Not between the two of us. Between your two lives.”

Rick shifted uncertainly on his feet. “I can’t live both? I’ve already come so far in this one…”

She shook her head. “But it’s not what you want, is it? It’s not who you are.”

Emily rose, walked towards him, and gave the 45-year-old a gentle kiss. “It’s not who you are… is it, Richard?”

“Richard didn’t only just celebrate the recent completion of his tenth year with the company,” continued Watkins, “but that tenth year was also his most successful. He brought in enough new business to this firm to rank him as the top earner in the mid-Atlantic region, and the fourth-highest globally.”

Richard averted his eyes and bit his lip. “I’m… not sure.”

“Somewhere, you are.”

“I…” He struggled to catch his breath as he felt their gentle hands wander over him. “I… can’t be lover to you both.”

Emily chuckled good-naturedly. “You’re my baby brother. You’re her baby boy. Everything else… is incidental.”

His cock twitched.

“Richard and I have known one another for some time. We both started out as recruiters. The competition between us was always fierce. Of course, we’re no longer competing, which is why the man of the hour here has so ably taken top honors.”

Rick smiled despite himself. Classic Watkins.

“You became a better person this weekend, Ricky,” said Marie. “More true to yourself. You… let go of what the world forced upon you.”

“You grew up against your will, didn’t you?” asked Emily. The purity in her eyes signaled a love Richard Nolan had never before felt. “We understand you, Ricky. We love you.”

“When I was reviewing his numbers,” said the VP, “it occurred to me that, if anyone could best articulate the road to success in this business, it’s Richard Nolan. So, without further ado… please welcome him to the podium.”

A rousing ovation of applause. The man, broad-shouldered, bearing eyes of intelligence, wisdom, and wit, took the microphone. The crowd quieted.

“Tell them all who you are, tomorrow, Ricky,” cooed Laura. The soft of her hands stroked his arm as tears began to drip from his eyelids.

“And then come home to us,” Emily said. “Come… home.”

“Thank you, Vice President Watkins. Thank you, all of you.”

Ricky began to wet his diaper. He let his eyes fall shut as the feminine attentions of his next-door neighbors ministered to his infantile surrender. Their touch was azure.

“I’m not who you think I am,” said Rick. “I’m not at all who you’ve been led to believe. Over the course of the past few days, I… learned about myself. And everything’s going to be okay now.”

The crowd fell silent. Those who were paying attention were altogether confused. Especially when Richard Nolan took the flash drives from the lanyard around his neck, submerged them in the scalding hot coffee he had brought to the lectern, and tossed the lot of it into a nearby trash can.

Richard began to wet his diaper. Obfuscated by his thousand-dollar suit, no one knew.

“We love you, Ricky,” cooed Marie. It was not her hand, but that of her daughter, that was down inside his diaper, allowing his urine to wash over it. Emily waited until her baby brother was finished relieving himself. Then she wrapped her hand around his

cock and began to stroke.

“I thank you all for ten years of professional development. I’ll never forget you. It is with the highest spirits and my brightest hopes for the future that I tender my resignation.”

Ricky shivered and bowed his legs as the girl masturbated him in his wet diaper.

“When you cum, Ricky, you belong to us… you know that, right?”

Marie kissed the boy’s earlobe. He had already regressed to his fourteenth year. His sloppy diaper sat in a splotchy pile at his feet.

“I… know that.”

“You’ll never be a grown-up again,” said Marie. “Just long enough to say your goodbyes.”

Richard Nolan twitched off the final few spurts of urine into his diaper, and looked to his audience, renewed.

“Goodbye, friends,” he said, and he began to regress. Thanks to the combined magic of the Darlings, nobody in the audience noticed anything amiss.

“Never again…” Ricky breathed. He began to ejaculate all over Emily’s fist. He was eight years old when his semen finally ceased to emerge, and then he was seven, six.

Marie and Emily walked up to the lectern. They efficiently diapered the infant before presenting him to the swooning crowd.

Only one mantra kept playing through his head. One that had little meaning to the diaper-filler he had become.

May every maestro be as forthright with his secrets.

Secrets…

Secrets?

…

…Secrets are silly.

Marie and Emily took him home.

…

…Home.

--the end