Addiction

Chapter 6
Night Moves

6- We weren’t in love, oh no, far from it

We weren’t searchin’ for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin’ by the sword

And we’d steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, or the ally, or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were gettin’ our share

Workin’ on our night moves

Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band; “Night Moves”.

“Let’s see what’s inside,” Damien said as the door swung open. The door required two scans of fifty dollars, so he and Delilah had each placed their wristbands under the electronic eye of the door’s scanner.

Feeling the thrilling combination of boyishly smitten and adolescently horny, Damien took Delilah on a bee line straight for the private rooms in the “PLAY AREA”. His bare feet touched soft padding on the floor as he led the way and Delilah, smiling coyly, followed close behind.

“What is this place?” Delilah wondered aloud, sinking a little into the thick padding of the floor.

“Not what I thought it would be,” Damien answered, looking around.

The room that had been advertised as “Unoccupied,” seemed like something that a schizophrenic porn star turned child’s nanny might have cooked up on one of his or her less lucid days. Damien hadn’t been expecting much, maybe a bed and some pillows. But he hadn’t been expecting this.

The walls, floors, and ceiling were all padded, for starters. It looked like the inside of every cell in every mental institution in every movie that he had ever seen; only the floor also had a cotton sheet covering the entire space. It wasn’t a single sheet, either, but instead were multiple, non-matching and decorated sheets sewn together. Sheets with ABC’s, Barnyard Animals, Barney the Dinosaur, Sesame Street, and Dora the Explorer were all stitched together, like a leviathan kiddie quilt.

The floor emitted the distinct rustle of plastic with every step that they took, revealing a second barrier between their bare skins and the matting. It was like they were on some massive toddler’s mattress.

From the ceiling, within reach were dangling sex toys. Beads, plugs, gags, and vibrators all dangled like low hanging fruit from the ceiling, a strap of Velcro holding them to the crossed planks of wood that were roped to the ceiling. Delilah experimentally pawed at a dildo, sending the whole display that it was on into a lazy spin. It was like a child’s mobile, Damien realized.

“What do you think the plastic is for?” Damien turned to Delilah.

Delilah shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe it makes it easier to clean up bodily fluids. What do you think about the sheets?”

“Kind of weird, but whatever.” Damien decided. “It’s not gonna make me lose any kind of focus.”

“I can see that,” Delilah said, smirking down at his still visibly erect penis. “Oooh, what’s this?” She plodded over to a cushioned massage table with a cabinet underneath. Damien followed and stared at her glistening body as he casually played with himself.

“Huh, well whaddya know,” Delilah shrugged, getting on her knees so she could better see the cabinet’s contents. “It’s like a massage mini-bar. Oils, perfumes, lotions; even some baby powder.”

Damien used her curiosity as an excuse to get closer to her. He squatted down behind and draped an arm over her shoulder as he caressed her nipples and gently pressed his member against her backside. Her hand moved back and she ran her fingers through Damien’s hair. Unconcerned with the contents of the cabinet, Damien nuzzled the back of her head and rubbed his nose in her long curly hair.

Delilah leaned forward, and Damien leaned with her as she ran her bracelet on the cabinet’s scanner. The doors clicked open. She reached past the expensive looking glass vials of perfume and massage oils and pulled out a perfectly ordinary white bottle of Johnson and Johnson’s Baby Powder. She twisted open the lid so that the talcum powder could come out of the little holes and inhaled deeply.

“Oh my gawd! I love the smell of baby powder!” she proclaimed. “Like, I normally don’t care. But…the idea just seems right. Y’know?”

“Yeah,” Damien gave lip service to the idea, not really caring; just wanting to get laid right now. Delilah poured the baby powder into her hands and began to rub the sweet smelling stuff under her arms and on her breasts. The smell was pleasing, Damien admitted to himself. And oddly familiar too. He suspected that it had been mixed in with the various aromas of the club and he just hadn’t thought of it because he lacked the context to expect it.

“Oh, someone left a sharpie in here,” Delilah said, putting the baby powder down, and pulling out a tiny black marker. “That’s lucky.” She separated herself from Damien’s grasp and faced him.

“Yeah?” Damien said.

“Yeah. Are you left-handed or right handed?” Delilah inquired.

“I’m a lefty. Why?” Damien wanted to know.

“Give me your right hand.” Delilah gestured him to come closer

Damien complied. “Okay, why?”

She smirked and gave him a wink. “Because if I’m going to give you my phone number for later, I don’t want it to be on the hand that you beat off with.”

Score! He hadn’t even had sex with this chick, and Damien had just gotten permission to see her again. This was getting better every minute. He held his hand still while the rest of him squirmed as Delilah jotted down seven wonderful numbers into his right palm. Everything tickled. Everything tingled. This was both the greatest and worst thing ever. The anticipation was getting to him and with each number, Damien felt his pulse rising and his dick throbbing.

Delilah dropped the pen and picked up the baby powder. She poured some of the talc into Damien’s hand and slowly…so slowly…too slowly dusted the palm of his hand off. “Let’s keep that nice and dry for later. We wouldn’t want it smudging off, would we?” Damien shook his head. He was becoming more agitated as this was beginning to stretch out.

“Huh, they even have diapers to go with the baby powder,” Delilah remarked as she replaced the baby powder back in the cabinet. She took out a large rectangular shaped plastic object out of the cabinet. She unfolded it experimentally. Sure enough, it was a diaper, the kind you might find in a hospital, or an old folks home. “Wanna try it?” she offered the diaper to Damien. “Could be kinky. Kind of like a sensory deprivation thing.”

Damien shook his head adamantly. “No. Nuh-uh. Not tonight. No more deprivation. Do you feel me?”

Delilah stuck her tongue out at him, playfully, not realizing what a cock tease she was being now with all of these coy looks. Were they gonna fuck or not?! “Not ye-“

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He pounced on her, pinning her to the cushioned ground as he pressed his lips to her mouth. Her mouth opened and accepted his tongue as they wrestled on the ground, moaning in primal fury. His manhood slid into and filled her, both of them aching from excitement.

He thrust into her erratically. She thrust back as she wrapped her legs around his torso. Their fingers interlaced as they grunted. Eventually they built up a synchronized rhythm. Oh God, he had been looking to get his dick wet all night, and finally it was happening.

He broke off the kiss and pushed himself up a little bit to get a better angle and steal a look at her gorgeous tits bouncing up and down with each thrust of his penis. Her eyes popped open and took him in. She unlaced one of his fingers and began to pull and pick at his chest hair, running her slender fingers through it.

“Faster please,” she huffed, still bucking against him. “Faster.” He was more than happy to comply.

“This is awesome,” one of them said. Not the most eloquent of phrases to describe the elation and highs of sex, but it succinctly summed up how they were feeling right then.

“This is awesome” the other one agreed. Though for the life of them neither one would remember who spoke the sentiment first and which one agreed. Soon, the gift of speech was lost to them, and they both broke down to a series of grunts and yells of ecstasy as they squeezed and pinched and pulled at each other; all the while never breaking the tempo of their thrusting against one another.

Just when Damien was beginning to feel the slightest bit winded, before he even had the time to consider asking for a change of position or a break…

THWAP!

Damien, felt a swift hand come across and sting his backside. The surprise titillated him over the edge and with a few more strong thrusts, both he and Delilah were screaming as they climaxed and came in unison.

Suddenly exhausted, Damien rolled over to the side and laid down. Delilah immediately rolled over and began to kiss him all over his face again. “Thank you,” she whispered in between kisses, “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Me too,” he agreed. He saw her close her eyes, and he did the same. He breathed in, inhaling the smell of the baby powder, and just basked in the quiet of the afterglow.

“DAMIEN!” an unfamiliar voice stirred him from his after sex meditation. Damien’s eyes popped open and he sat up. A woman was standing in front of him, looking down at him, an expression of disapproval on her face. Her bleached blond hair was pulled back into a tight pony-tail, and her outfit consisted of nurses scrubs decorated with pictures of baby bottles, rocking horses, and safety pins, like she was some kind of nursery worker.

She was pretty enough, though not even in the same league as Delilah beside him. If Damien had seen her on the street, he would have thought she looked nice enough and then moved on. She might be a nice dinner date or a cup of coffee, but not a wild one night stand with a stranger type. If anything she totally had the “Mom” thing going on. Not the “MILF” thing; the “Mom” thing.

Damien looked over to check on Delilah, but found he was now spooning a rather large teddy bear with Delilah’s curly red hair instead.

“Damien, why is your diaper off, baby boy?!” the strange woman demanded. “You know you’re not supposed to take your diaper off!”

“Diaper?” Damien shrieked in confusion. “Lady, what the fu-“

“And what did you do to that plushie?” the intruder asked sharply, pointing at the Delilah Bear. “Did you take your diaper off so you could make cummies on that bear?!”

“Wha-?” was all Damien had the presence of mind to say. Before he could say anything else, the woman in the nursery scrubs was on him in a flash. He felt himself flying through the air as she picked him up, effortlessly and slammed him down on the massage table.

Damien tried to sit up, or to move his hands, or kick once he had landed, but nothing happened. It was as if table he was on was fly paper, and he was the fly.

“That’s a bad baby!” the woman with the gargantuan strength said, heedless to Damien’s plight. “You know you’re not supposed to take your diaper off without permission! You’re supposed to make cummies in your diaper! Not outside it!”

Damien felt like a prisoner in his own body, unable to move, as the woman bent over the cabinet and took the baby powder back out along with what was unmistakably a diaper. This diaper, though, was not like the kind of adult incontinence product that you could get at your local pharmacy. Damien could already tell the difference from where he was forced to lay. For starters, the outer covering was not the soft plastic, but more of a faux cloth cover. Secondly, he could already tell that the diaper was covered in infantile decorations.

“I swear, baby boy,” the woman continued to admonish him as she unfolded the diaper, easily lifted Damian’s legs, and slid it under his rump. “If you won’t learn to keep your diaper on, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, sweetie.”

Damien felt his ass land on the soft padding of the diaper, and the perfume aroma of lavender invaded his nostrils as the lady covered his crotch in a cloud of baby powder. She pulled the diaper up between Damien’s paralyzed legs and reached to the sides. One large tape on each side was used to secure the diaper onto him. First the left, then the right.

He had come to Eden looking to get naked and get laid, and now his entire pelvis was encased in thick padding. He looked at the decorations on the diaper around his waist and saw that the landing strip for the tapes was decorated with pictures of pastel snakes and red apples with the occasional smiling baby devil. At his crotch were the stenciled outlines of flames.

“Now time to learn your lesson, baby boy.” The woman in the nursery scrubs announced. Damien found himself flipped over onto his belly, still unable to move.

THWAP!

The woman’s hand went across Damien’s padded back side, and Damien winced in discomfort. Even through the thick padding of the diaper he was imprisoned in, Damien felt it.

THWAP! THWAP!

More stings to his backside stung him. These were more potent than the first.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The spankings continued, building up speed. Damien wanted to wriggle and kick, to break free. But his body wouldn’t cooperate. He just laid there like a ragdoll while this woman continued to spank him with increasing intensity on her part and increasing pain on his part.

What had started off as one of Damien’s standard methods of foreplay was rapidly intensifying to torture.

“Let me go, you crazy bitch!” Damien demanded.

“Not until you show me you can be trusted to keep your diaper on!” The woman in the nursery scrubs scolded him. “Good babies get diaper changes, bad babies get spankings!”

Damien was suddenly acutely aware of a pressure building in his bladder. He hadn’t gone to the bathroom all night, and as the pain on his rear increased, so did the pain inside of him. Unable to squirm or reposition himself on the table, Damien bit his lip, feeling the pressure build with each successive “THWAP”.

“Noooooo!” Damien whimpered out as he felt the first trickle of urine come unbidden from his penis into the waiting diaper. A trickle became a flood as his body gave in and the warmth spread across his crotch into the thirsty padding. The lady in the nursery scrubs didn’t even slow down her spanking.

The realization that he had wet himself like an infant, while wearing a diaper to boot caused something in Damien to snap.

“STOP!” Damien heard himself cry out, genuine tears welling up in his eyes. His will had broken with his bladder, and now his face was becoming wet to match his crotch.

“Did you use your diaper like a good baby?” The woman asked.

“Yes,” Damien whimpered. The slaps to his backside continued to rain down.

“Are you going to ever take your diaper off by yourself?” she pressed.

“No,” Damien whined. “Please stop.”

“Are you going to be a good baby and only make cummies in your diapers?”

“Yes!” he wailed.

“Yes what?!” she screamed at him.

“Yes ma’am,” Damien sobbed through the spankings he was receiving.

“What?!” the woman screamed.

“Yes –“

“-Mama!” Damien shouted, sitting up. He looked around. He was panting and shivering and covered in sweat, and he was in the same room as before, but now Delilah lay there sleeping, a troubled look on her face. He sniffed the air and looked down at himself.

He wasn’t wearing a diaper, but he had definitely wet the bed. And based on the stains, so had she. So this is what the plastic sheets were for.

“Delilah,” Damien shook the sleeping girl. “Delilah, wake up. We gotta-“

“Mama!” Delilah shrieked, rolling away in a panic from Damien. She had the eyes of a cornered animal and her hands shot down protectively to her crotch. They both eyed each other warily

“I…I just had the weirdest dream.” Delilah panted.

“Me too.” He agreed

“Think it’s this room?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

“I’m going home.”

“Me too.”

“I’ll leave first.” Delilah said. “Gimme two minutes and then come out after me.” She stood up and scurried toward the door. She creaked open the door, and instantly the once unheard music from the club outside filled the padded room. “Oh,” she turned her head to look directly at Damien. “Still…nice meeting you…call me sometime.”

Damien waited the two minutes before sliding back into the Eden’s “PLAY AREA”. Smelling of piss, but too out of it to care and too cheap to spend money on the shower, Damien shuffled out of the club proper and into the “Adams” locker room where he skulked to the little cubby that he had crammed his layers of clothes into. He silently pledged to himself to never show up to anyplace over. It was just too much of a bother, when you thought about it. Too much in the way to get naked.

Tonight definitely hadn’t turned out quite like he thought it would. But it wasn’t bad. Not bad at all, actually. He smirked when he looked down at his right hand while entering the PIN on the dial pad with his left. Numbers like “2-4-6-8” was easy enough to remember, even while high. The seven little digits on his palm, however, would require some memorization. That was the other, more important reason for Damien to skip a shower till he got home. If smelling like stale urine all the way home was the price to make sure the girl’s phone number wasn’t washed down the drain, Damien would gladly pay it tonight. Losing these numbers was losing his chance for a later hookup.

Delilah. Damien blushed just thinking about her. He wasn’t even completely sure if he had slept with her or just fallen asleep with her. The sex and the dream just sort of blended together and it was hard for him to distinguish where one began and the other ended. Had he even climaxed or had they passed out beside each other beforehand? Either way, it was an intense experience, and one he would like to try again in a more personal setting.

Damien pulled his now wrinkled and disheveled clothes over himself, now feeling like the clothing was chafing and constraining him instead of protecting him. He looked down and realized that he had been lucky in more ways than one this night. His shoes, left unattended, were still here and evidently untampered with.

He slid his right foot into one shoe and his left into the other. But something wasn’t right. He couldn’t fit his left foot in. His toe had jammed up against something hard and smooth. He heard a rattling sound as he wriggled and kicked his foot gingerly, scraping the heel of the shoe on the locker room floor so that he wouldn’t have to use his hands. The shoe came off and tilted over. Damien could see the foreign object had moved down to the heel and part of it was sticking into the air.

Damien bent down and picked it up out of his shoe to examine the object. It was a little orange pill bottle; the kind you got at cheap generic pharmacies. Damien gave the bottle a little shake, and through the transparent orange plastic, he could make out dozens of little red pills in the bottle. On the front was a label. The label had the words, “Re-lease. Free Sample. –L”, on it.

Score! This stuff was pretty much Levi’s seal of approval to get back into the club. And to have a little fun at home. As Damien walked back up to the main level of the club with a whole bottle of little red pills that made apple juice better than booze and made cuddling feel as exciting as sex stashed safely away in his pocket, and a beautiful woman’s number literally in the palm of his hand, three words came to his lips:

“Best. Night. Ever.”

That was also the last night that Damien dreamt he wasn’t wearing a diaper, while that morning had been the last he would wake up in a dry bed.