Fibs and Fumbles

Chapter 4
Ch 4 The best laid plans...

Chapter Description: Jack prepares to confront Daddy T, but his plan falls apart Tags: ABDL, Blackmail

“Hi Jack, as discussed before Christmas I just needed to review the state of the flat. Not that I don’t trust you, but you’re the first student we’ve had in here. Everything looks great, so thank you for that. A worker dropped by whilst I was there to sort out some telecoms issue so let me know if you have problems with the internet when you get back.

I left a parcel that was outside in your room (didn’t want to leave it hanging around).

Chaz, estate management”

After a gruelling drive, Jack arrived back at his apartment the day after Boxing Day and immediately dove onto the sofa, shouting into the cushion in frustration. His family had pleaded with him to stay, but he made excuses before setting off, determined to find a way out of the situation he was in. Following a sleepless night, the trip back had been nauseating as he contemplated his circumstances. Jack now knew he was going to have to contact Daddy T, but first he wanted to try and figure out his secret identity by narrowing down the suspects.

It was highly unlikely to be one of the small fries he’d taken advantage of. The cost of the items used to harass him was probably close to what he’d taken from them. No, he deduced, it was more likely someone who had given over their bank details or fallen for repeat scams. While he’d never actually used the details for fear of it being traced back to him, there was no telling how much had been stolen when he traded the information for a quick buck. Frankly, he never wanted to find out.

Before he could get started on the process of figuring out how to retrieve this information, he noticed the note left to him by his landlord. It wasn’t initially alarming, but the timing and the announcement of another mystery parcel (Christmas or not) didn’t sit right with Jack.

He made his way to his bedroom and found the parcel. Sure enough, as he opened it, he saw it was the same gear he’d thrown out weeks ago: the onesie, diapers, reins, and pacifier. Not only did the creep know his addresses, but he’d also been through his garbage. Daddy T was in the city with him.

Groaning, Jack left the items out and decided he would start the process of finding out who Daddy T was. Booting up his computer, he began loading old email addresses he’d used to create burner accounts. Much to his horror, each one was flooded with notifications:

“Your account Baby Kenzi has been reactivated”

“Click here to see your updated status”

“Your account Little Tyke has been reactivated”

“Welcome back Mommy Sabrina, we’ve missed you”

“Your account Mummy Britney has been reactivated”

…

Somehow, several of Jack’s deactivated accounts were being reactivated. He was baffled and felt powerless as he scrolled through the damage. When he started logging in to investigate he discovered the accounts hadn’t just been reactivated…someone had been updating them too:

“Hi, you might know me as Mommy Sabrina, but the user of this profile is actually a young man called Jack. If Jack doesn’t log on to his favourite account as soon as he reads this, I’ll be posting more of his information here.”

Each account read the same. The comment sections were filled with a mixture of support for whoever had hacked the accounts and resentment towards Jack for misleading people. Once again, he was gripped by the futility of his situation. His options were stripped from him. Daddy T had spoken. How he was doing this was beyond Jack, but he had no reason to doubt that the freak would also know when he’d read the messages.

Defeated, Jack figured he’d have to confront Daddy m before identifying who he really was. Reluctantly, Baby Abi was brought back online. The chat box pinged almost immediately.

“There’s my girl, I was getting worried” Daddy T messaged.

“Please I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, but if I have wronged you let me reimburse you and we can end this.”

Jack was willing to beg and plead — whatever it took to escape the situation.

“Abi, don’t be so silly! Don’t you remember all the things you agreed to? We’ve still got so much fun ahead.”

Jack cringed as he read the response. If this wasn’t about money, then what kind of revenge was this?

“I know you know who I am—and that Abi doesn’t exist. I’m sorry for misleading you. I haven’t tricked anyone since, and I’ve learned my lesson. What I did was wrong. It was cruel, and I should’ve known better.”

The response was swift and dismissive:

“I mean not just all the things you agreed to do for me—but for everyone. You were a very promiscuous girl, Abi. Or is it Kenzi? Or Jenny? You made an awful lot of promises.”

Everyone? Jack thought. How many people had he spoken to? How many accounts did this person know about? Even if Jack didn’t remember all the names he’d used, desperation crept in.

“Please, can you just talk to me normally? I’m terrified. I haven’t slept since the Christmas card. I fucked up. I get it. I’ll pay you what you’re owed. Please, can we pretend this didn’t happen? I don’t know how you’re doing this. I don’t even know who you are. I’m not going to ask questions. You have control here. You win. Just… please tell me what I need to do for you to leave me alone.”

Jack was telling the truth. If this guy knew who he was, his address, the people he scammed, his logins - he was completely compromised. He’d always believed that if he was ever close to being found out, he could pull the plug. But it hadn’t been enough. The idea that someone would actively hunt him down, much less succeed, had never occurred to him. He didn’t think he’d done enough damage to warrant that kind of interest. Now, he stared at the screen, praying the person who had the resources to pull this off would accept his plea.

“Abi, there is no getting out of this. I win when I get what I want and that’s you, princess. Padded and ready to be the best little baby girl for your increasingly irritated Daddy. That’s all. After that, you go off. No turning you over to the authorities, and you never scam again. I get the satisfaction that you finally lived up to your promises.”

Jack stared in disbelief. He couldn’t even pay this guy off. Daddy T wanted him to live out his false promises. It didn’t make sense to Jack. He didn’t believe for a second this was a genuine kink interest. It was a perverse power play - a way to humiliate him and inflict some divine karmic justice.

“So that’s it? I play along with your fantasies, and then you leave me alone for good? For how long? What does it involve?”

“Pretty much. Until I’m satisfied you’ve paid your debt. I won’t give away any surprises, but I think you know.”

Jack groaned. He was serious. This maniac was actually serious. He wanted Jack to pretend to be a depraved adult baby girl just to "learn his lesson." What was the alternative? Be outed as a criminal? How long before the police came, or worse, another disgruntled victim?

Still, maybe if he could convince Daddy T that he’d turn himself in, he might start considering the optics of the stalking and account hijacking.

“What if I turn myself in? I don’t think I can bring myself to do what you want. It’s just too much.”

“Well, that’s your call. But personally, I think you should consider accepting responsibility.”

“You don’t think going to prison is accepting responsibility? You don’t think you’ll also get in trouble for your stalking?”

“I know everything you’ve done. You probably won’t enjoy what I have to offer, but if you endure it - and you’re tough - then you can go back to normal afterwards with no further consequences. Go to prison, and you can kiss your studies, future, friends, maybe even your family goodbye. I’ll be more than happy to help with the investigation if you make me part of it.”

Jack was lost. The ultimatum was unbearable: put his trust in some deranged weirdo and his concept of punishment, or let himself, or the same weirdo, alert the police and every victim to his existence as a scam artist.

“Fine. I’ll try to do what you want. But I’m begging you, please leave me alone when it’s done…”

Maybe he’ll get bored quickly. Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe it’ll just be a little joke for him, Jack considered.

“…I’m ready to accept responsibility.”

“Daddy. From now on, I’m your Daddy.”

Jack gritted his teeth and tried to pretend it was just another con.

“I’m ready to accept responsibility, Daddy.”

“Good. Now go get the package and the outfit you’ll recognise. You will put it on and meet me here in about an hour at the following location. You can wear clothes over the top, but when you meet me, you will have the pacifier in. Do you understand?”

Daddy T shared a map showing a nearby park. Jack’s heart was pounding as he tried to process what was happening.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“See you there in one hour. If I don’t, your life will be gradually ruined. That’s a promise.”