Sugar Mister: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 2) Read online

  Sugar Mister

  An ABDL MM Romance

  Jerry Hastings

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  “If he knew, if he only knew that I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come up with a number bigger than infinity.”

  — André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  More ABDL MM

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  David

  H e 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 s
omething 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…

  Chapter 2

  David

  I grabbed my huge teddy bear and clutched it to my heart, my hand going for the remote. I pressed some buttons and stopped when Fry from Futurama showed up on the small screen.

  Crying a little, I couldn’t help but wish Bryce was here, holding me to him, kissing my cheeks, and then telling me that everything was going to be alright. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, making me realize that nothing was going to change if I didn’t fight for it.

  Then, I grabbed my paci and put it in my mouth, wondering how and why so many things went wrong in my life when they did. One day everything was going perfect between me and Bryce, and then he just… became someone else.

  Someone I couldn’t even recognize anymore. He didn’t want to diaper me again, saying he didn’t feel like doing it, didn’t enjoy my presence anymore, felt like I was a parasite in his home for not helping him with the rent anymore…

  Well, I guessed all those things piled up until he couldn’t ignore them anymore. And then came the day when it all finally exploded, and all I was able to do was to rush out of his house and never come back.

  I’d thought he was never going to see me, but him showing up all of a sudden in front of the college’s campus had been something else. And he’d said I was still a good guy, deep down there.

  Those were his words, but I still couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been truthful about them or had just said them so that Donald could stop singling me out.

  Suckling on my paci, my mind found it impossible to focus on the show on the small TV. Just twenty-two inches of screen. I didn’t have enough money for a better TV, and right now I really missed being able to watch my cartoons on Bryce’s OLED tv.

  And I heard he was doing alright for himself, going as far as building his own company. I wondered if he would ever hire me, but then I remembered that was impossible because I was never going to see him there.

  Never going to apply for anything because I was too shy this time for a work environment.

  Still, he had a lot of money now, many fancy cars, a swimming pool, billiard table, a big house that looked more like a mansion, people working for him, businessmen and women kissing his feet, and… Yeah. That kind of life.

  I didn’t understand one thing this Futurama episode was showing, Fry and Leela having a go at each other, as usual. Thought about turning off the TV, but didn’t do it. Instead, I continued suckling on my paci while I still clutched my Teddy bear.

  I hadn’t even thought to give it a name yet. That’s how bad things had been for me, and I was pretty sure they weren’t going to change anytime soon.

  Not without someone’s help.

  And that’s without mentioning all my grades were going to shit. Studying in that college in the hopes of later landing a good job wasn’t doing well for me at all. It was fucking up my mind and making me think that I was going crazy.

  The show ended on the TV, and I had no choice then but to turn it off. Dragging myself to the bed, which was in the same room as the couch, the TV, and the kitchen stuff, I plopped down on it.

  Pulling the blanket over me, I thought about first taking a shower and then try to find out if I could put on my diaper by myself or not, but that thought lasted nothing more than a second. In no time at all, I was sleeping.

  Sleeping and dreaming about my life changing one day. Was it going to happen? Probably not, but a guy like me – a little like me – could still hope for that. and I was still going to continue putting myself out there.

  I was dreaming while my paci fell off my mouth and rolled on the floorboards, hoping that maybe one day I was going to ask Bryce for forgiveness. Did I think he would ever forgive me? Probably, he wasn’t, but I still needed to do that.

  I needed to feel better about myself, and nothing of that was going to change if I didn’t take the first step.

  Chapter 3

  David

  W aking up, the first thing I noticed was the horrible smell of piss. Yup. One more night where I ended up pissing myself. Fuck. This thing was never going to change, which was one of the many reasons why I needed a big.

  Mister Bryce… he was the only one who could change my diapers and help me cope with my incontinence problems.

  Putting a pull up was no issue. The problem was putting on a diaper for when I was home. Of course, going to college or just out with one on was out of the question. People would know, and people finding out about that would kill my chances of ever becoming a normal person again.

  I was like my old self, wondering if it was ever going to be possible to become, again, the little I once was.

  I headed to the shower room – this one at least was separate from all the others – took off my dirty, smelly clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and then turned on the showerhead. Letting the water rinse my body, I thought of nothing.

  I closed my eyes and found it impossible to worry about anything. For me, taking a shower was the only part of my days where I didn’t have to worry about anything. The water just seemed to wash everything off, keeping me feeling content and calm.

  I then used bath soap and shampoo to finish the shower, stepped out, and proceeded to the dresser. I was naked and had forgotten to put a towel inside the bathroom. Great, just fucking great. My mind was such a mess last night.

  Or any night for that matter. I was a lost cause at this point.

  Getting a clean, dry towel from the dresser, I toweled myself dry, rubbing my hair as much as I could. Then, tossing the towel into the hamper, I grabbed some clothes that I was going to need for another session of morning classes.

  I studied Business. It was the only thing that I could feel like tackling without making it seem I was just betraying myself. There was something about the major that really made me feel interested enough to keep going.

  And my last hope was that it was going to come in handy soon. Maybe I was going to find someone willing to hire me, to recommend me to someone who owned a company or something like that – and which had an environment forgiving for super-shy boys like me.

  Perhaps, that was impossible, but a little like me could dream.

  Putting on my white button-up shirt, a pull up in case I peed myself today as well, and a pair of jeans, I proceeded to the kitchen part of the apartment room. It was all located in the same room, so calling it a kitchen wouldn’t be doing it justice.

  Still, it was good enough for me.

  I made myself some pancakes, drenched them in maple syrup, and then devoured it piece by piece. I wasn’t a good cook, but pancakes were always easy to make. And this high-quality, expensive maple syrup I’d bought really made all the difference, too.

  I was done having breakfast before too long, going to the sink to do the dishes. I didn’t like letting them pile up, and in the mornings I usually had enough energy for this. So, in no time at all I was done washing and rinsing the plate, the fork, and the small knife I’d used.

  Turning around, I couldn’t help but notice how messy my apartment room looked. Still didn’t feel like doing anything about it, though. Proceeding to the bed, where I’d left my backpack, I grabbed it and swung it over my shoulders.

  But then my eyes landed on the small paci that had fallen out of my mouth while I was sleeping. Reaching down, I grabbed it and put it in my mouth.

  Just having it in my mouth already made me feel better and that I could tackle the day ahead. I had plenty of classes with Donald, and I didn’t feel like seeing him at all, but I didn’t have a choice, either.

  And I was hoping, most of all, that he was going to ignore me from now on. It should happen, r
ight? Now that Bryce saved my ass again, I meant.

  Perhaps Donald was thinking he was my dad or something like that.

  That thought made me chuckle. He’d been my daddy once. Wasn’t going to happen again, but I still had some very fond memories of the time we shared.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  Mike handed me an ice-cream cone, keeping a smile on his face. For once, I didn’t pee myself during one of the classes and didn’t make a fool of myself by going up against one of the many bullies the college had.

  That being a community college, it seemed to attract the worst kind of people possible. I hated them so much and I denounced them to the college administration board, but they didn’t seem keen on doing anything about the issue.

  I gave the ice-cream cone a good lick and said, “Wow, it’s really so good.”

  Mike fist-bumped my chest and then said, “I knew you were going to like it. And what are you thinking of the fair so far?”

  “Yeah, it’s pretty good too. Lots of things to do here.”

  That was the truth, but it couldn’t be said without something else accompanying it. And that something was the fact that there were too many goddamn people in here, almost making me think that the entire town had come.

  “Come. I’m going to show you something that we can do here as well,” Mike said, taking me to the central part of the fair. In here, there was a big circle that kept people from crossing it. And inside this circle, there were some dogs. These dogs ran in circles, jumping and barking. They were chasing a small, red ball. Whoever got it was going to win a big prize. I wished I was competing, but I didn’t have a single pet.

  “Who do you think is going to win?” Mike asked, and I was going to answer him, but then I sensed that something vile was going to ensue, like having a sixth sense.

  And I wasn’t too shocked when my eyes landed on him.

  Donald and some of his buddies, marching to me in dark leather jackets. They looked like bikers, and they did have some Harley-Davidsons, but they were nothing more than clowns who thought they were going to be something in my life.