Surrender, Surrender

Chapter 4
Epilogue

Chapter Description: The following Sunday evening. It's movie night again, and Joe Roberts is back at the local theater... but this time, he couldn't go without Tim. After all, Tim's got the supplies.

Kevin considered himself an observant, deductive, and all-around gifted boy of eighteen. So, more than once, he found himself driving to work at the local movie theater feeling a little ripped off and underappreciated in life... after all, he could build a desktop computer blindfolded. What was he doing selling reams of Frozen tickets to loud, squealing children and their "What? Discipline my snowflake?" parents?

But he needed the money to save up for a car, and there weren’t all that many options out there... so, on particularly boring shifts, he made a little game out of "observing" certain customers and drawing conclusions about them.

Like that guy last Sunday... the short one, looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s. Came alone, but didn’t look like a neckbeard, so maybe he just preferred his solitude. Sticking out of either jean short pocket, about as obvious as could be while covered with a flimsy blue t-shirt, contraband bottles of water for which it was Kevin’s stated duty to kick the customer off the premises.

But, then again, the guy was also obviously wearing a disposable diaper... so either he was terrified of public restrooms, or he didn’t care what people thought about his choice of underwear. That second possibility was cool enough to Kevin to let the matter go.

Then came the following Sunday night.

Was it the same guy again? It had to be. Same face, same hair color... if it wasn’t the same guy with the water bottles and the diaper than it had to be his identical twin.

But things were quite different this time around. This time around, Mr. Waterbottles was being pushed around in a stroller... not a baby stroller, of course, but a stroller big enough to accommodate an adult, and definitely not a wheelchair. If he was toting bottles of water or any other contraband this time around, it was being held in what couldn’t be described as anything other than a diaper bag being carried around by the 50-something gentleman that was pushing the younger man in the stroller.

When they came up closer to the ticket window, Kevin could tell that the younger man was once again diapered... his jeans were all puffed-out, and there was some obvious leakage going on in the thigh area. Kevin didn’t want to think about the matter too much, but he could’ve sworn his nose was picking up something of an "accident" in the seat of the young man’s baby pants.

"Two tickets, please," said the older man.

"Blahh bahh goo goo," added Mr. Waterbottles. Without even cracking a smile. To Kevin’s horror, he realized he was probably dissecting an innocent car accident victim.

There was lots of joy on the younger man’s face as the guy in his fifties wheeled him to the concession stand and loaded him up with popcorn and chocolate. A very, very childlike joy. Kevin paid the thoughts of them no heed throughout the duration of the film’s runtime.

But, two hours on, curiosity got the best of him... and Kevin snuck into the men’s room, locked one of the stalls, and stood up on the toilet in the off chance the odd duo came in to use the facilities... or worse.

"Worse," as it happened, came to pass-- and Kevin could hardly believe his ears as he heard the familiar click of a diaper changing station fall into place and the older man help the younger, much smaller man into position on the table.

"Did you like the movie, Joey?"

"Uh-huh. It was awesome."

So he can talk, noted Kevin.

"Whew! You made quite a stinky, Baby Joey!" declared the older man.

Kevin could hardly believe his ears. And he was unpleasantly surprised, though not altogether shocked, that his cock twitched in his usher’s uniform.

"Coo’n’t hewp it," cooed the twentysomething. "Fanks fow cweanin’ Baby Joey, Timmy..."

"Oh, it’s my pleasure, sweetheart."

Oh, hurry up and get out of here! Kevin thought silently. I didn’t sign on for this!

Seconds felt like minutes which bled into hours as Timmy changed Joey, set him up with a new diaper, and returned him to his locking stroller. Finally, when he felt the coast was clear, Kevin stepped off the toilet and left the stall.

But the coast wasn’t clear.

"Well, would you look at that!" Tim cooed, amused. "Sounds like someone took an interest in my baby boy here."

"Ahhh blah blah goo!" slobbered Joey from around his thumb.

"What? Me?" Kevin stammered. "No, I was just checking-- I mean--"

What are you DOING? a voice inside Kevin’s head sounded like a klaxon. Isn’t this what you’ve been hoping would happen since you... came across that website a few years ago?

Tim nodded and scratched his chin. He was clearly torturing the poor boy.

"Got a FetLife profile?" asked Tim.

Kevin’s heart sunk into his stomach.

Still, he made his feet move. After what seemed like an eternity, he was close enough to whisper in Tim’s ear.

"EagerBaby96," he whispered.

Tim grinned. "I’m Tim. This is Joey."

"Haah blaah," Joey said through a thumbsuck. Drool dropped from his chin and onto his jeans.

"I’m Kevin." He was surprised he hadn’t woken up yet.

"Well, Kevin," remarked Tim with a smile, "perhaps I’ll see you online sometime. Little Joey here is just dying for a playmate."

Kevin smiled noncommittally at Joey.

"Could I... um... keep my toilet training?" asked Kevin. He felt silly just saying the words.

Tim only smirked as he led Joey out of the men’s room. "Sure. For as long as you want."

...THE END