Role-Play

Chapter 1
Into The Abyss

Chapter Description: Anthony wakes up to no longer find himself in bed.

“Sorry lil man, but this is just business.”  Said the smartly dressed gentlemen to a confused youngster named Anthony; who was only recently asleep in bed. Instead of lying prone betwixt thin sheets and a soft mattress he stood parallel to a stranger.  The expensive black suit worn by this mystery man initially misled Anthony to believe he was at a club, until his eyes wandered elsewhere.  “Where is this…?” Anthony’s words died in his throat. His gaze newly transfixed upon the horrors all around him.  

Inhuman oddities of all sizes and shapes encircled the duo.  All of who were bizarrely handsome men with flawless faces bedecked with monstrous imagery, from shriveled wings sat atop their skulls to jagged spines at their backs. All of which were held aloft by barren, but powerful legs. Behind them loomed mountains of toys that peeked out from the surrounding darkness. Tall and wide they played prison to countless human men eternally locked intercourse in the great mounds. Their moans of passion drowned out by the gibbering monstrosities below. 

“I see you brought us an innocent young one, Marcus. Yes?” 

The largest abomination asked, making its presence known in earthshaking steps.  

“Of course, you are my best customers.”

Finally Anthony knew this man’s name and at least partially understood what was happening. This dude Marcus was the one who brought him here, but how? Where was this? And what the fuck were those things? “Yo, lil man why you so quiet?”   Marcus inquired alongside the ginormous thing with a crown of thorns jutting from its forehead, derailing the youngster’s thoughts. “Afraid. The poor boy fears us.” The monster cackled, inspiring Marcus to smirk. They weren’t lying. The beads of sweat streaking down Anthony’s dark skin made his terror evident. 

“Where am I?”  Were the only words he managed to utter in a quiet trembling voice. His dread still all too apparent, but held at bay by a nagging curiosity.  “For them it might as well be hell” With a flick of his watch clad wrist, Marcus pointed to the moaning heaps at his back.  “Let me give you some free advice. Whatever happens just say yes. They didn’t, and looked what happened to them.” 

“Enough talk. We grow weary. Come.” Despite its size the beast was quick. Anthony hadn’t even registered it’s movements before the gross goliath seized his arm in its powerful grip. “Now we see who wants you, yes?” With the realization that Marcus was the one who brought him here, he began to kick and scream with all his might. “Marcus, how do I get out of here?  Help me!” 

“Like I said, lil man just agree to whatever they want.” He said with a parting wave before vanishing into inky blackness. In spite of Marcus’ disappearance Anthony still fought tooth and nail to be free. His struggles only stopped when young Anthony was thrown into the awaiting clutches of another aberration.  “Ahh, human men are good workers. They adapt quic…” A tearing sound, like the sundering of meat ended the nightmare’s ramble. 

Anthony would’ve thanked his rescuer if not for what he saw.  Another disturbingly beautiful blasphemy showed itself, and while grotesque like his kin, he was considerably less fearsome. In fact, if not for the scales he wore or the horns atop his brow, he could have easily passed for one of mankind’s children. “Aww, poor baby. You just need a daddy, don’t you?” The horror cooed in an unnaturally deep voice. Young Anthony’s body was pinned to his muscular frame by the creature’s powerful limbs.  “I’m twenty years old. I’m not a baby.” Anthony spat in adolescent rage, momentarily forgetting his plight. 

Thankfully, the demon ignored Anthony’s outburst, or so he thought anyway. “You do want to be my baby don’t you?”  Driven by fear and Marcus’s parting words the boy agreed. “Good.” Before he could contemplate the ramifications of his actions they were gone.  

“Anthony, why you sleeping in the hallway?” Asked a bewildered Brian; curious as to what his lover was doing.  “What happened?” Awakened, but puzzled as to his location. Anthony endeavored to stand only to be downed again by a throbbing ache in his legs.  Attempts to recall what occurred within the past hours failing to do much beyond intensify his headache. 

“Get up.” Brian demanded, in that concerned way lovers do when marshalling their counterparts into action.  “I am trying.” Anthony replied through gritted teeth, agony surging through his legs with every effort upward.  It was only until unconsciousness took him that his struggling ceased.

“Wake up.” An unfamiliar voice visited him, its distinctly masculine quality revealing the speaker to be male. He was a rather crass and made his presence known to Anthony by shaking him until he awoke.  “About time. Do you want to be fed or not?” Reality returned to the chocolate-skinned youth in hazy snapshots of blacks and browns. Even the pale visage of the adult before him did little to differentiate itself.  From what he could make out, Anthony was in the belly of a vast kitchen consumed by rust and age.  

Even stranger were the garments he wore. Tied to his neck was a bib, bedecked with colorful creatures prancing about its surface. “Why am I wearing? The fuck?” Greater than the shock and dismay he felt at this revelation, was the sensation Anthony felt between his thighs.  Something soft, warm, and, thick took the place of his pants. Could it be a diaper? He pondered, looking to his left only to see his behind clad in a white badge of shame.  

“Where am I?” He asked, struggling to move in vain. “ You are in a high-chair and I am your babysitter. Now do you want to fed or changed?” he delivered in a voice that spoke of irritation. Any patience he had for such questions expiring long ago. “Hey, fuck you bruh I’m twenty not three. I don’t need to be fed and shit.” With an audible groan the young man’s iris rolled around their milky home before he bothered to reply.  “And I’m a twenty-six-year-old man whose boyfriend was a psycho that sold him out to rich fucks that won’t die. Look, if you work with me. I promise I will tell you what’s going on. Ok?”

 Angry, but not an unreasonable person Anthony relented and agreed. “Ok. I will chill, but do you really gotta feed me tho?” With an apologetic expression the previously unknown man introduced himself as Glen before speaking once more. “You won’t be able to, or at least your body won’t let you.  Sure. You are an adult, but whatever these things are, they can make you act in whatever “role” they’ve given you. See for yourself.” He said placing a bowl filled with carrots before him. “Use this spoon and try to feed yourself.” 

A few minutes later and poor Anthony succeeded only in amusing his “babysitter”. For whatever reason the spoon could never find purchase inside Anthony’s mouth. Instead, it slathered his face in orange goop further infuriating the youth. “Fuck!” He yelled inciting a hearty laugh from the man. “I am sorry. I know it sucks.” Between the humiliations he faced and the shame he felt from being laughed at left Anthony feeling worse.  After the feeding his babysitter instinctively adopted a paternal tone and began wiping Anthony’s face off with a napkin.