Bedtime for Cody: An ABDL MM Romance Page 2

  I took another road and entered the city properly, the trees getting more and more sparse. My radio was turned on and I was paying attention to the news. It seemed that it was going to snow even more.

  Owens was in Georgia, but the high elevation allowed for a lot of snow to fall here during the Fall and Winter seasons. I didn’t mind the streets and the buildings covered by white layers, but I knew that some people didn’t like the scenery change. They said it made them feel more depressed.

  I was a bit different in that regard. I always cherished the snow and I thought that it allowed for some pretty long introspection time. I needed that. It permitted me to think about my life and what I needed out of it.

  Being a lumberjack wasn’t how I’d thought the rest of my life was going to be like. Maybe calling this ‘the rest of my life’ was me being a little too dramatic about it, but I didn’t know what else to call it.

  I didn’t think I’d move out of here anytime soon, and I liked being a lumberjack. It wasn’t the kind of job I’d thought I’d ever like one day, but hey, it allowed me to think about stuff, figure things out, cherish my current friends and acquaintances, remind myself that everything could be much worse, and that kind of thing.

  Plus, I also needed to mention that it kept my body in shape. Girls here always brought up that I had a pretty buff body, and I knew that a lot of people here, including guys, drooled over me.

  The problem was that most of them didn’t turn me on, and most of the time I felt in the mood for sex only if the guy wore a diaper. And another problem, one that came as a result of that, was that all the men here weren’t into age play.

  I took another road when something happening in a parking lot made me pull over in an instant. Four students were standing among some cars, and one – the smaller guy – was getting a bear hug from one of the others.

  The latter was much bigger than him, though of course he didn’t amount to much when compared to me. And that’s without mentioning he couldn’t be more than 19 years old too, just like the much smaller student he was crushing with his arms.

  The look of hatred on his beardless face was enough to make me jump off the pickup truck and slam the door closed. I was still pretty far from them, so they didn’t hear that. Rushing to them, I thought that I wasn’t going to have enough time to stop what was going on there.

  No way I was going to allow that to continue, and it was baffling that no one had stepped in as well. They were standing right in the middle of a parking lot. For sure someone must have noticed that, but had decided to ignore it.

  I shook my head and halted when I got to them. I didn’t know who they were. I had some people here who called me their friend, but I didn’t know most of the residents of Owens. They thought I was a good guy. I just didn’t go out of my way to meet more people.

  The city had just 5000 inhabitants, sure, but it was still big enough to make it impossible for me to know everyone that lived here.

  His eyes turning to me, he let go of his victim. The shorter one fell on his knees, but then stood up and took some steps away from him. His head snapped to me, and his eyes bulged wide.

  I doubted the smaller guy knew me, but I wished I did. Something about him made my heart flutter. He just looked so cute and sweet. I wished I could pinch his rosy cheeks right here and now, but once again the terror of someone here finding out I was gay prevented me from doing that.

  A second of silence filled the atmosphere of the place until I spoke, “Care to tell me what is going here?”

  My question was directed to the bigger guy, who was almost as tall as I was but whose body was still much smaller than mine. I’d been in this kind of situation before and I knew people of his kind well.

  He was a bully. Keith never found this out about me, but when I was in school and college, I was a bully to many of the smaller and younger students too. They hated me. At the time I was a dumbass, and now I was trying to make up for that.

  Which was one reason why I knew that this guy here, this bully, was only going to respond to someone talking down to him. He knew strength and was going to respect it. I didn’t want to boast about it, but my physique and overall build exhaled danger and self-assurance.

  It was good that he’d let the smaller guy go, but he still needed to be taught a lesson. One could say it was his parents’ job to do that, but I had a counter-argument. If he already looked like some stupid hard-ass – and he did – and if he was bullying other students even in his adult age, then he was almost a lost cause.

  His parents didn’t care about what he did when they weren’t looking. That meant I was one of the few people in this city that could teach him an important lesson he’d never forget.

  “Nothing, sir. Nothing is going on here,” said the bigger guy, lowering his head.

  I marched to him, ignoring the smaller dude whose name I was soon going to find out. Once this was over, I’d ask him what was going on and I would pepper him with questions until he explained all about what was happening here. In truth, there wasn’t much to be detailed, but it would still do him good if I did it.

  There was no denying that I was the one who was the boss here. I halted in front of the bigger dude and let him take in my presence. I’d thought that he was going to ask for my forgiveness and say that he was sorry about all this, but then his hand just balled.

  And he took a swing, his hand cutting through the air. I had no choice but to dodge his attempt and move swiftly around him, getting in behind the student and then immobilizing him by locking his arms behind his back.

  It did hurt, and he did scream a little, but not too much. The people inside the restaurants and shops now looked at us. Figures that of all the times they could have noticed this, it was now, when I was locking his arms behind his back and using the weight of my body to pin him down on the pavement, that they were noticing this whole thing.

  There was something wrong about a man of my height and weight doing this to a college student, but I doubted many of those persons were going to think ill of me because of this. Some were going to, but their opinion didn’t matter.

  What mattered was keeping that young guy safe and making it so he had a good reason to let a smile glisten on his face.

  I turned my head to him, noticing that he did look livelier now, the corner of his lips curling up. But he didn’t open a smile yet. I was doing this more to show him that there was at least one person in Owens that could keep him safe, and that I was that man.

  Keeping him immobilized, it didn’t take it long for the bully’s friends to screech and then bolt away from here like cockroaches. That’s how they were most of the time, weren’t they? When shit hit the fan, the first thing they always did was to run away to their mothers’ embrace.

  Leaning my head down, I murmured while tainting each of my words with danger, “Are you going to ask him for forgiveness for what you did? You think that crushing someone much smaller than you is okay? Did your parents never teach you the value of treating people with the respect they deserve?”

  By this point, he’d stopped screaming, but he was still struggling. I was straddling him, my arms keeping his locked in an X pattern, and pushing him down using the weight of my body. He could squirm all he wanted, but he wasn’t going to get out of this without saying the magical words.

  Once we were done here, the last thing he’d ever want to do with his life was to pick on someone else.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “I didn’t hear that well. You’re telling me you’re sorry?”

  Nodding rather frantically, he responded, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I’m not going to pick on Cody again.”

  “Are you sure, or are you saying that just because I’m hurting you now and you’re afraid of me?”

  He swallowed down hard, answering me a moment later, “I’m not going to do it ever again, sir. I’m not going to pick on Cody again, and I’m never going to try to hit someone again too. You don’t have to worry about me.”r />
  I regarded him for some seconds in silence, and then pushed myself off him, taking some steps back and allowing him to run. He didn’t peek over his shoulder, just bolting away from here as fast as he could.

  He didn’t even remember to ask Cody for his forgiveness. I exhaled and turned my eyes to him. He looked so sweet, keeping his arms pretty close to his body and looking at me wide-eyed. Maybe he was afraid of me. Maybe he wasn’t. He was probably just a little shocked by what happened.

  I approached him and asked, “Are you okay, Cody? If that jackass hurt you, I can take you to the hospital.”

  The hospital was pretty small, but there was indeed one here in Owens. The city was pretty small, but there was no denying that they made a lot of money here. They had all they needed to keep the old citizens of this city healthy, for the most part. I hadn’t gone there in years, and I was thankful for that. Never liked the smell of chlorine and the other drugs they used.

  He avoided looking at my face now, but I could tell that he was getting more relaxed. His shoulders were dropping, the stress dissipating out of his body.

  “I’m okay, sir. I’m going to be fine.”

  “You don’t need to call me ‘sir,’ though I do like it when someone does that.”

  At the mention of that, he tilted his head back up, his emerald-green eyes gazing at me. I didn’t know why he did that, but that was his reaction, and it made me think there was something between us that was beginning to take shape.

  I didn’t want to get disappointed, so I kept my hopes down, for now.

  “I didn’t know that, sir.”

  I draped my arm over his shoulders and said, taking him to my pickup, “You can call me Matt. How about going with me to Denny’s? I’m sure you’ve already been there, but even if you haven’t, I think you’d like the food.”

  And after I said that, his eyes shone with a hint of craving.

  Chapter 3

  Cody

  Ihadn’t thought that anyone would step in the way he did, putting Jack Hannon back in his place. Jack was now going to have to think twice before ever trying to bully me again, and that applied to the other students that were his victims as well.

  When Matt here made him run away, my heart fluttered. I’d never seen Jack ever run away from someone out of fear. Matt could look pretty menacing to the eyes of someone that didn’t know him well, but I could see that, behind said layer, there was a heart of gold in his chest.

  He smelled of jasmine and thyme, with a hint of leather thrown in the mix. There was also the usual scent of his armpits, sweat – even though it was getting cold and people were getting ready for more festivities, he still sweated a bit – and something else I could only describe as that characteristic odor that masculine men like him had.

  It surrounded him, making me take in his presence, the smell, the warmth of his body, and how he kept making me feel so safe.

  Some of the people in the buildings had already gotten out of them, but all they did was gossip among themselves. They did care that there had been a much bigger guy picking on me, but what had happened, happened. They couldn’t do anything about it other than to bring up the issue when talking to Jack’s parents.

  I needed to talk to them one day about his behavior, but it would be such an odd thing to do that it put me off. I was younger than him and I was still more mature.

  I pushed that thought away and remembered something else. I wouldn’t have classes after today, and that was such a reliving assurance. I could spend some time at home, playing and then checking out some dating websites for possible boyfriends that would like to meet-

  Chances were that would never happen. I was all alone in Owens, and there was most likely nobody here that could ever be my Mister.

  Taking me to the restaurant, I turned my head to him and said, “I haven’t been there in a long time. I always eat what my mother cooks for me.”

  Maybe I was making a mistake telling him about my family, but I thought I’d seen him sometimes in the woods behind my house. Matt was a lumberjack. I didn’t know what his name was before he brought it up, but I knew he worked and lived here in Owens. Considering everything I knew about him, I was pretty sure he was a swell guy.

  I just had never thought he’d take such a liking to me all of a sudden, keeping his arms over my shoulders as he took me to the restaurant, which wasn’t too far. It was just behind his pickup truck, so I’d thought for a moment he was going to take me to it and take me to another Denny’s located outside the town.

  But that had been nothing more than a silly, baseless thought. Matt here was going to take me to the nearer Denny’s, and maybe he’d pay for my food and be even nicer to me. After everything that had been happening in my life, I needed that. I needed someone being nice to me.

  I did have some friends, but they weren’t reliable. Sometimes they made fun of me while thinking that was okay. They lacked the skill that some people – people like me – had of picking up nuances.

  I wore the Mickey pull-up still, and it kept crinkling, making me feel so embarrassed right now. I didn’t think he was going to notice it, but I couldn’t be sure. Matt was much older than me, but that could just mean he found it easier to spot nuances about stuff people did.

  Taking me to the restaurant, we stopped in front of it and he opened the door for me. It was the first time someone was doing something like that for me, so heat flushed to my cheeks. We entered the restaurant and then found our seats.

  It was one of those common dining booths, the leather a tone of red that added a hint of warmth to the ambiance. The sounds of cutlery clinking and people chatting filled the dining room, and it took no time for one of the attendants to saunter to us, her eyes looking relaxed and calm.

  She took our orders, and just when I thought I was going to have to pay for it, Matt piped up, “Don’t worry. I’m going to pay for everything you eat here. I think that after what you just went through, you need to relax.”

  He smiled, putting his hands on the back of his head as he pulled the corners of his lips so wide his eyes closed. I could see that he was trying his best to make me feel at ease, but I was never going to feel that way with him sitting right across from me, looking so masculine and just like the kind of guy I needed as my Mister.

  He’d put my diaper on me, tell me a story before tucking me underneath the blankets, and then buy me so many toys I wouldn’t be able to play with them all.

  It didn’t take the waiter too long to come back with our orders. I dug in as soon as it was in front of me, the smell of bacon and eggs filling the air. If Matt here was going to pay for everything, then I was most likely going to order some dessert too. I’d heard great things about their chocolate ice-cream, and I was craving it right now.

  He chuckled, grabbing a paper towel and then dabbing his lips with it. They mesmerized me, making me feel like I was drooling and then checking out in half a second to make sure I wasn’t. This was a small, conservative town. I couldn’t see any ring on his finger, but I doubted Matt here wasn’t straight.

  Considering his background, his looks, his short hair and trimmed beard, and pretty much everything else about him, I’d say he fucked a new pussy pretty much every night. For some conservatives, it didn’t matter if you were going to marry, was married, engaged, or whatever. What was of great importance to them was fucking women, as many as possible.

  “I thought you were hungry, but I didn’t think you were this famine.”

  His comment embarrassed me a little, making me squirm on my seat. “Oh, I didn’t want to make you think that of me, sir.”

  He chuckled again. “It’s fine. I brought you here to have a good time, remember?”

  All of a sudden, I got this urge to pee. Heat flushed to my cheeks once more. If there was something I couldn’t allow to happen now, it was peeing in my pull-up while I was having dinner with such a swell guy.

  He was much older than me and people would think – and were thinking – he
was my real dad, but there was still a bond forming between us. It was getting stronger by the second, and the more this went on, the more I felt like telling him everything that was bothering me right now.

  What would he tell me if he found out that I had a hard, uncontrollable crush on him? If he were gay, would he give me a chance? Nah.

  I just needed to focus on not messing up my diaper while we were still having dinner, and then come out of here and pretend that nothing of this happened. It was the only way to make sure this whole thing wasn’t going to hurt my mind.

  I didn’t want to think that-

  I didn’t even know what it was that was going on with me anymore, just munching away my food and smiling at Matt. He liked that, so I kept doing it.

  “Yes, sir. I’m trying to do that.”

  I kept calling him ‘sir’ and even though he could be finding that odd, he wasn’t showing to me that he was. In fact, Matt just kept smiling while we devoured our dinner. He’d ordered pancakes for himself, and they smelled so nice they made my stomach rumble a little.

  He noticed that, his eyes snapping from his plate and then back to me. “Do you want some of it? If you want it, I can give it to you.”

  For a moment I didn’t know how to answer that question. It was true that his pancakes looked top-notch, but I didn’t want him to think I was needy or anything like that. I was just trying my best, heat still flushing to my cheeks.

  I eventually gave in, saying, “Yes, sir.”

  “You keep calling me ‘sir’ and some people here are going to begin to think I’m your uncle or something like that,” Matt joked, putting his hands on his belly and guffawing without being too loud about it.

  One thing I didn’t like about the ambiance of this Denny’s was how silent it was, all the time. There were never a lot of people here, and the few that did come tended not to talk often. Just another small town about to go through the New Year, I remembered.

  And during the festivities, not much was going to be happening too. Townhall had been preparing for them, but their plans were modest at best. The main road of Owens didn’t usually see a lot of traffic in it, and that wasn’t going to change.