Chapter Description: Anthony meets an "ally" in Glenn, but everyone has an angle.
“I know it’s frustrating, but that’s how this works.” he explained, removing the last vestiges of mushed vegetables from the young man’s cheek. “When you agreed to be his child he marked you. The mark compels you to act in whatever way they please. For you it was to behave like an infant.” At this revelation, Anthony’s heart sank, but what alarmed him was turning into an actual baby. “I know what you are thinking and no. You aren’t going to shrink into a toddler, but you will perform like one. Not completely mind you. You will remain largely who you are, but portions of your personality will change. Your bodies’ functions will suffer the most though. There are parts of it you might enjoy. By the way, what’s your name?“
“Anthony, but what did you mea..” Before he could inquire further as to what the man meant, Glenn’s lips pressed against his. Anthony struggled to resist, but Glenn’s lightly muscled physique neutered any resistance he could muster. In fact, he found himself embracing the older gentlemen’s body. It wasn’t until the youngster squeaked out a “let me go” that Glen relented. “Sorry, but when you have been trapped here you get kind of horny.” Glenn said, his words wet with regret over his actions.
Infuriated by Glenn’s advances Anthony let loose a volley of curses. “Bruh, what the fuck is your issue. I get being horny, but damn. I don’t even fucking know you.” Despite Anthony’s protest he couldn’t deny how erect he’d become. Admittedly, Anthony did enjoy locking lips with a sexy looking guy like Glenn, but it was the principle. Hell, he would have loved to date this cutie if he wasn’t already involved with someone else.
“Now, can you please explain what you meant by…” Before he could finish Anthony felt a rumbling in his abdomen, but it wasn’t until he felt a surge of movement towards his penis that he understood. “No. This can’t be fucking real.” He cried. A stream of urine pouring into the diaper he wore. Overwhelmed by shame, all Anthony could do was weep as the rest of his lunch emptied out of him. “Shhh..it’s ok. It’s not your fault.” Glen cooed, rubbing the boy’s back. “This will make you feel better.” A rubber teat belonging to a pacifier found its way in-between the young man’s lips, which Anthony instinctively began to suckle.
“Now let’s get you changed, and I will explain more stuff.”
He teased removing the miniature table from the oversized highchair in order to free his chocolate charge. Emotionally drained the boy simply followed him by the hand. From the bowels of the kitchen they walked, traversing a grand hallway ravaged by time and neglect. Along the way he explained how the creatures that held them prisoner were once wealthy humans, or at least able to afford the cost to extend their lives indefinitely. In exchange for this long-life and new power they became hideous monsters that served hell. As its servants they were tasked with punishing those unwilling to bend to its will, explaining the hills of young men eternally trapped in the throes of passion.
“Wait, we are in hell right now?” He asked, the pacifier threatening to fall from his lips. “From what I understand we are in a corner of hell that was designed to loosely resemble earth. It was made this way to accommodate the human monsters that live here.”
He further went on to explain how deep down they were still human and desired things like children. In fact, Glen was “adopted” as the still unsuccessfully potty trained thirteen-year-old son of the neighbor, even though he was a twenty-six-year-old man. “Is there a way out?” Anthony asked through a torrent of tears. “Well, before you become fully consumed by this place. Half of your soul is still stuck in our world. Eventually you will phase back into reality before being dragged back into this dump. I guess if you can get the person who brought you here to undo the deal you will be free.” What Glen didn’t tell the lad was that he’d have little memory of his time in hell or recall much what he said. Still, this was enough to quell Anthony’s sobbing for the time.
“Here we go, kid. This will be your room for now.” Awash in disgust at the sight before him Anthony refused to budge any further. “I’m not a baby.” He spat, refusing to even look at the adult-sized baby furniture within. Even a slight glimpse of the pastel walls and the changing table at its center sickened him. Not even the squishy mess between his legs could motivate Anthony forward.
“Aww, is my baby cranky?” A deep guttural voice asked from shadows seated behind the duo. “Daddy!” Anthony yelled instinctively though he initially couldn’t figure out why.” All the boy could do is waddle happily over to his “father”. With ease The Master swept Anthony off his feet, holding him close to his chest. “Someone needs a change.” he teased, his tongue caressing the young man’s neck.
“No. Dis not right. Big boy. Gababab big boy.” Words flowed fourth from Anthony’s mouth in a wave of gibberish. Just a few moments ago his speech was as articulate as it had always been. It took only a smile from Glen to remind him of the mark. Finally, it dawned on him how truly dire his situation was.
“What was this nonsense about leaving?” The Master of the manor eyed Glen suspiciously to, which he sheepishly responded nothing. Inspired by fear and dread Glen sought sanctuary in his thumb, which found its place in his mouth. “Well, it doesn’t sound like “nothing”. Perhaps your promotion from infancy to adolescence was premature?” The Master asked, his serpentine eyes narrowed on the figure of Glen.
Overcome with fear Glen blamed Anthony for their conversation. “He asked me, sir and I was just answering questions.” Still trapped in his infantile stupor Anthony didn’t nor could he refute Glen’s claims. He could only struggle to resist the effects of the manor master’s mark. “ oh well, I will have to punish Anthony later.” Glen sighed a breath of relief at The Master’s words. “But you did reveal our secrets, didn’t you? “
Glen nearly released his bowls at the demon’s words. “I think would tell your father, but I think I will let you off with a warning this time.” Before he could plead his case, Glen felt a disturbance in his pelvic area. Underwear hidden beneath a thin layer of black inflated. His shirt transmogrified into a pure white bib with a happy lamb frolicking on its surface. Horror etched itself on his face at the infantile costume he wore.
“Now come and apologize for your insolence.” The demon’s forefinger folded inward, ushering Glen into his direction. A frightened Glen fell to his knees, his hands following thereafter. He crawled on all fours to The Master’s then engorged member. When his lips engulfed the demon’s erect penis, he suckled intensely unable to stop.