Loving Little Chris: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 3)
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David
He wasn’t making it easier for me, though how could I be stronger than this? With so many people gathering outside the college to watch this, I was already thinking I wasn’t going to get out of this alive.
Here, outside, no one could do anything to help me. Shouldn’t have spat on him when I got the chance.
“You are a poor, shitty little guy thinking you are one of us, but that’s not the case. You are nothing more than a fool.”
I kept my head low, not wishing to tell the guy in front of me anything he didn’t like. He could kick the shit out of me here, and it seemed nobody would stop him. I needed to look out for myself.
Damn being shy.
“Donald, I’m not even going to give you the satisfaction of saying anything. Just leave me alone.”
And why the hell did Bryce and I had the fallout we did. Now all my incontinence problems were back, and I couldn’t even put on a diaper anymore. I survived in this college thanks to the pull-up, as else people would be laughing at me for pissing my pants.
Nevertheless, that still didn’t impede them from knowing I wasn’t one of them.
Donald put his finger on my chest, pressing it against it, and then said, “You are fucked, David. You are fucked. Who did you think you were when you did that? Do you take me for a fool?”
Yes. Why did I do what I did? For many reasons, but the major one was that I was getting tired of this guy asking me to help him out with stuff. I didn’t feel like doing that anymore. I didn’t want to help him get better grades.
And so I ended up giving him the wrong answers to our latest Geology assignment, and now he was going to have to really double his efforts when studying for the midterm.
“I’m sorry, Donald. I didn’t mean to do it,” was all I could say with him huffing on me like this.
He was so much bigger than me I didn’t dare to even lift a finger. And now I was wondering if anyone was going to come to my rescue. I was all alone in this, wasn’t I?
Just taking a look around was more than enough to tell me that. Jesus. I guessed I should have given him the right answers after all. What was I thinking when I didn’t? Did I really think I was going to get away with it?
“You are a fucktard, David. That’s who you are. Always sitting at the back of the class, listening to shitty music, not paying attention to the professor-”
“But Donald, that’s what you do as well…”
I didn’t even know why I said that. This whole thing was getting on my nerves too, apart from making me feel scared of him. I guessed I was standing up for myself, but then that would be pushing it, right?
Someone like me, standing up for myself? That sort of thing just didn’t happen.
“Fuck you, David! I’m not going to stand up for that sort of thing anymore, and I’m not going to continue acting as if all of it didn’t matter. I’m going to kick the shit out of you, and by the time I’m done here, you are going to be as good as dead.”
I took a step back. What the fuck? Did he just threaten to kill me in front of all these people, who were recording and streaming this?
Looking at his eyes, I could tell he was really pissed. He was such a spoiled brat. He thought everyone here in school should suck up to him, but that’s not who I was. I wasn’t going to suck up to anyone.
Was I afraid of this guy? Very much so – and to the point of making me feel like spinning on my heels and running as fast as possible – but I was still not even considering treating this guy as my better, give him everything I had, and then kissing his feet like everybody else.
I supposed that, in the end, I had more guts than most of these students.
And even the professors were getting into their cars and driving out of here, pretending they didn’t see any of this. When you need their help, they really don’t give a shit, do they?
Donald lifted his arm, fisting his hand, and I thought he was going to punch me here and now when a familiar voice came from behind him.
“I don’t know who you are, big guy, but I’m not going to continue letting you bully him.”
“Now, who the fuck is this now?” Donald growled, unballing his hand and turning to face the voice.
I knew who it was before my eyes landed on him. Bryce, the man who introduced me to the ABDL world and helped to make me the person I now was. I was once in love with him. Now… Now I didn’t know if I could ever make those feelings real again.
“Just a friend.”
“Just a friend’, huh? Then I guess you are going to want to know your ‘friend’ here is fucking people over.”
“Fucking them how? I find that impossible. He’s a good guy, deep down there.”
Bryce saying that brought some warmth to my heart, making me feel like we had a chance again. But it wasn’t going to happen, right? Bryce had his own life now, and he might even have another guy.
I didn’t know that for sure, but he looked so self-assured. What hope did we have of ever becoming a couple again?
And man, I really missed it when he changed my diapers. I couldn’t find someone quite like him again. Someone that could change my diapers and then make me feel loved and cared for…
Donald opened his mouth, but then tsked. His head turned, checking out all the raised phones and people recording this. He was a little stupid, but even he knew that by having this quarrel with me outside of the campus, he was only ruining his reputation.
And his reputation was one of the things he treasured the most.
I exhaled in relief. Maybe this was indeed going to end now, and then I could go back home and think about how I was going to pay this month’s rent. I found a part-time job at this college, working in the dining hall, but it wasn’t enough sometimes.
“Whatever,” Donald growled, drooping his shoulders. “I’m leaving.”
“Yeah? You better do it. I don’t feel like stepping up more than I already am for him anyway.”
Donald didn’t pay attention to that, just trotting out of here like he hadn’t just spent the last five minutes or so getting ready to beat the shit out of me.
I was so relieved I could even-
But Bryce was already stepping on the pedal of his car and driving out too, proceeding to the turnpike. And here I was thinking that something good was going to come out of this. That had just been nothing more than a daydream.
Nothing good was going to change here, and if anything, I should consider myself lucky. Bryce stopped when he didn’t have to and showed that guy that I’m not a guy to be messed around with.
That still didn’t mean much, though. He could have another opportunity soon…
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Jerry Hastings is a passionate gamer, an outspoken lover of his PS4, an advocate for minority rights, and a staunch supporter of the fight against homophobia. Much more than putting words on paper, his stories change people's lives and minds.
As a writer, his specialty is gay romance. His tales are spicier and more affectionate than those usually found elsewhere. Have your soothing tea ready, because his words will make your heart beat faster than it should.
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