Suggestion Box

Chapter 4
Chapter Four

After Chase handed him the phone, Colin asked he and Brady to meet them at an address back in their own neighborhood – though they knew the street of which he spoke and could get there without further instruction neither of them knew exactly who lived there, and neither could get the question out before Colin pedaled off without a word. And so Chase and Brady sat on the curb in front of the house where Colin would supposedly have his turn, arms hung over their knees, both boys staring off into the distance without so much as a peep passing between them.

“So…” Brady said as he glanced over at Chase, “you ever gonna tell me and Colin what you did?”

Chase hesitated for a second before shaking his head and kicking at the ground.

“Probably not,” he mumbled. “Besides, it’s not like Colin and I will ever get to see what you did to Andrew.”

Brady smiled and scratched the back of his hand.

“Well…don’t tell Colin, but I used the phone to record what I did. Maybe I’ll show you guys someday.”

Chase stared at the asphalt.

“Cool. I wish I woulda thought of that.”

Silence set in. Brady sighed and stretched out on the grass behind him, hands linked behind his head.

“You think he’s coming back?”

Chase turned to his friend.

“What?”

“Well, I mean…it’s not like there’s anything stopping him from just taking the phone and going, right? He could’ve, I dunno, hypnotized a bank teller into giving him a sack of money. He could be halfway to Acapulco by now.”

A moment passed before Brady looked up and saw the concern etched into Chase’s expression. The boy laughed and punched his friend in the thigh.

“I’m kidding, you dork. God.”

Chase let out a nervous little chuckle and looked up just in time to see Colin rounding the corner, a bag from the nearby CVS hanging from his handlebar and bulging with an indiscernible rectangular package. The boy pulled up and parked his bike as his friends pushed themselves to their feet and stared at his purchase.

“What’s in the bag, dude?” Brady asked.

“You’ll see in a minute,” Colin smirked. “Unlike you guys, I don’t have anything to hide.”

If Colin noticed the glance that passed between his friends he didn’t give any indication of it, taking the bag and striding past them without a word, making his way to the porch and ringing the doorbell as Chase and Brady stood a few steps back. A few moments passed before the door opened and an attractive young brunette appeared in the doorframe, tilting her head and studying her visitor with a look of bemusement on her face.

“Hey…it’s Colin, right? You’re the freshman that’s on student council.”

The boy let out a little laugh.

“Yep, that’s me. I’m sorry to bother you, Michelle, but my friends and I – ” he gestured towards Chase and Brady, who blushed and grinned at the comely senior, “ – were in the area and I remembered that I had to give something to Ryan for the next student council meeting. Is he here, by any chance? He said he might be coming over today.”

The young woman smiled and stepped aside.

“Come on in. Ryan’s been helping me watch my baby brother – we just put him down for his nap, though, so you guys can hang out for a little while if you want.”

“Thank you,” Colin beamed as he and his friends entered the house, as they stepped into a living room that showed obvious signs of having been recently used to entertain an infant. Small plastic toys and stuffed animals were strewn about the floor and in the corner sat a small cache of diapering supplies. “We really appreciate that.”

“No problem,” Michelle said as she closed the door. “I’ll be right back. There’s soda in the fridge if you’re thirsty.”

It wasn’t until she was out of the room for a few seconds that Chase and Brady dared to speak, and even then it was in hushed tones that betrayed their obvious excitement.

“I shoulda known you’d use your turn on Ryan,” Brady snickered. “This is gonna be good.”

“Definitely,” Chase grinned. “I’m surprised he told you that he’d be here today, though – I thought you said he hated you.”

“He does,” Colin said as he looked over his shoulder. “But I overheard him bragging that he had a date with Michelle today – if you can call it that. I think she just wanted someone to help her babysit her little brother.”

The trio shared a moment of muffled laughter before silence set in.

“Hey…” Chase turned to Colin, his expression searching and earnest. “You’re not gonna…um…involve Michelle, are you? She seems really nice.”

Colin looked at him and then at Brady, who tilted his head in a gesture of support. A moment passed before he pulled the phone from his pocket and gave his friends a shrug.

“Yeah,” he said. “She does.”

Neither Chase nor Brady could say whether or not he planned on expanding on that thought, as the conversation was brought to a sudden end when Michelle and Ryan entered the room. Colin turned to face them and found himself struggling not to smirk at the expression on the young man’s face, at the obvious displeasure he felt at laying eyes upon the trio and the negligible effort he was expending at masking it. It was the aspect of Ryan’s personality that Colin hated the most – the barely-disguised disdain, the phony diplomacy, the praise he received for treating everyone with respect when anyone with a brain stem could see the condescension that simmered beneath every smug word he spoke. As student council president, Ryan had been Colin’s most vocal detractor when the boy ran for an open spot, telling anyone who would listen that a freshman had no place on the body – not that he said it in those terms. Colin might have held an iota of respect for Ryan if he had just come out and said that he didn’t want a ninth-grader on his council. Instead he gussied up his attacks in the guise of concern for the boy’s academic career, voice thick with worry whenever he spoke of the difficulty of transitioning from middle to high school and the challenges that could easily overwhelm boys like Colin and how brave he was for attempting something so trying in spite of them.

His tune, of course, changed the second Colin won his seat. Suddenly his presence on the council represented not only an opportunity to better serve the school’s underclassmen but also a sign that its future must be in good hands if the freshman class could produce such an enterprising young man. Colin was embarrassed to admit that even he had been suckered in by the effusiveness of Ryan’s praise, and so it came as no small shock when the president talked over him at his first student council meeting and dismissed all his ideas out of hand, claiming that the body couldn’t possibly find time to tackle his projects what with concerns like thinking up names for the new school mascot to deal with. The pattern repeated itself week after week until Colin was browbeaten into silence, and even that wasn’t good enough for Ryan. When he noticed that the boy was no longer speaking up he started turning to him during meetings – with a peculiar little smile on his face that infuriated Colin if he so much as thought about it – and asked him if “the young man from the freshman class” had anything to contribute as his colleagues snickered around him and his cheeks flushed in humiliation. He was well on his way to becoming the laughingstock of the council – and laughingstocks don’t become president.

“Colin. Good to see you,” Ryan said as his eyes drifted disdainfully over Chase and Brady. “And I see that you brought some friends along.”

“Of course,” Colin grinned. “I wouldn’t want them to miss this for anything.”

“Yes, well, I think you must be mistaken,” The young man continued, paying the boy’s statement no mind. “I’m positive that I didn’t ask you to get me anything for the next meeting. Frankly, I have no idea where you even got the idea from. I appreciate that you take your position seriously enough to come track me down on a Saturday, but I assure you that I already have everything already prepared for our next assembly.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes. So, if there isn’t anything else…”

Ryan put on his most diplomatic smile as he gestured towards the door. Colin grinned, shook his head, and raised the phone to his lips.

“Ryan.”

Michelle had been a little confused by the cryptic statement Colin had made a second ago and that confusion only deepened when she turned to Ryan and looked him up and down, frowning at the young man’s apparent petrification, at how he had seemingly become incapable of moving any part of himself but his eyes.

“Ryan? What are you – ” She paused, blinked, and turned to Colin with a laugh and a small self-depreciating gesture. “Haha, okay, very funny. You had me going for a second there. Did you guys come over just to mess with me, or – ”

“Michelle.”

Chase and Brady looked at each other as the young woman joined Ryan in immobility, and though it was clear that they each had concerns about what Colin had planned, neither of them spoke up as their friend took a step closer to the paralyzed duo.

“The two of you are to stay still until I say otherwise,” he said. He turned to Michelle. “I’m terribly sorry about involving you in all this, but, to be perfectly frank, what I have planned wouldn’t be nearly as effective if you weren’t around. I don’t know if you know this, Michelle, but Ryan is quite enamored with you.”

Michelle, even in the intense strangeness and horror of the moment, couldn’t help but glance over at Ryan, who avoided her gaze as his cheeks flushed scarlet. Colin chuckled and turned to the abashed young man.

“Isn’t that right, Ryan? Don’t tell me that you thought that nobody noticed the googly eyes you’ve been making at her since the year started. Frankly, I’m surprised you managed to work up the nerve to ask her out. What a brave thing to do. I bet a courageous young man like you isn’t afraid of anything – not even, say, being naked in front of your crush.”

Colin beamed at the fear that flourished in Ryan’s eyes.

“Take your clothes off, Ryan. Every last shred. And don’t even think about moving once you’ve finished.”

The boy shivered at the immediacy with which the young man followed the command, at the complete obedience, at how the inward struggle evident in his gaze hadn’t bought him even a second’s hesitation. Chase and Brady, however, seemed less thrilled by Colin’s directive, the former stepping forward and speaking up as Ryan removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

“Dude…what are you – ”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Chase,” Colin said as he glanced over his shoulder. “I’m not gonna make her do anything like that.”

Chase bit his lip and remained still for a moment – before sighing, crossing his arms, and looking on with a sense of detached anxiety as Ryan pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them. He did away with his boxers and socks just as casually and then he was naked before them, pink with embarrassment, unable to do anything but stand there as Michelle stared out of the corner of her eye and Brady and Colin snickered at the way his fear had compelled his genitalia to pull itself back up against his groin.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Ryan!” Colin smiled. “You should be thanking me – I’ve moved your relationship several steps forward. Usually you’ve gotta wait until the third date for this sort of thing.”

He tapped his chin.

“But to be perfectly honest…I don’t think Michelle’s interested in you in that way,” he said as his lips curled into an exaggerated frown. “Judging by the way she looked at you when I said that you’d been pining for her…jeez, did you ever even ask her out on a date? Or did you just offer to help take care of her baby brother and hope that you’d be able to weasel your way into a relationship?”

Ryan’s blush deepened two shades. Colin chuckled.

“Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…” He clicked his teeth and shook his head. “You had us all fooled, didn’t you? Everyone at school thinks you’re this bastion of maturity, that you’re somehow more worldly and sophisticated than we are. Maybe that’s why you treat anybody younger than you like a child – to keep up the illusion that you’re a grown-up and the rest of us are just kids. But you’re still just a child yourself, aren’t you?”

Colin tapped the phone against his thigh. Sweat formed on Ryan’s brow.

“I think it’s time everyone knew just how immature you really are, young man.”

The boy cleared his throat, pressed the button, and spoke.

“Listen to me very closely, Ryan. When I snap my fingers it’s going to be as though the past seventeen years never happened. Becoming student council president, getting your driver’s license, jerking off for the first time, finding out Santa isn’t real, learning how to ride a bike, your first day of pre-school…none of that ever happened. Ryan doesn’t exist. You, little one, are Ry-Ry. You drink from a bottle. You sleep in a crib. You suck your thumb. You drool all over yourself. And…”

Colin curled his lips back.

“…and you aren’t anywhere near ready to use the potty. You’re a silly, sweet little baby boy. And you always have been.”

The boy lifted his free hand and locked his gaze on Ryan’s. The terror in his eyes was so glorious that it made Colin’s dick twitch just to look at it.

He snapped his fingers.

A disquieting calm settled over the room as Michelle and the trio gawked at the unfortunate young man, silently expressing their breathless anticipation or their growing hesitance or their disbelieving horror as they waited to see just what Ryan would do when he snapped out of his trance. The answer, at first, was nothing. The young man blinked a few times and stared straight ahead, still and silent for so long that Colin began to think that he had done the command wrong somehow.

And then he giggled.

He giggled and gaped at everything his blank, wandering stare landed on, his bare bobbing pee-pee swaying back and forth as he wobbled on legs that suddenly struggled to hold up his weight, as he spread his feet and bent his knees and clumsily waved his hands to try and maintain his infantile equilibrium. When he seemed more or less steady he looked up and beamed at the smiling, bespectacled boy with the shiny thing in his hand, managing to take one toddling step towards him before he lost his balance, before he tumbled backwards and fell right on his bare bottom. The room shuddered from the force of the impact as Ry-Ry blinked, drooled onto his chin…and then squealed with laughter, slapping his hands together as he drummed his heels against and wiggled his bottom into the thick carpet. He babbled and giggled and squirmed for a few more moments until he seemingly had his fill of reverie, until he rolled onto his back, grabbed his foot, and jammed three toes between his lips.

“Aww, look how cute!” Brady chuckled as Ryan drooled all over his bare little tootsies. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment, Colin – I think he’s happier being a dumb little toe-muncher.”

“It might seem that way,” Colin grinned. “But Ryan’s still in there – and I doubt he’s enjoying it very much.”

“You can’t leave him this way, though,” Chase interjected. “I mean…what’ll happen when Michelle’s parents come home? What if a neighbor saw us? Brady and I were out on the curb for a long time – ”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you mean, don’t worry about it? You can’t – ”

Colin looked over his shoulder and stared at Chase.

“I said don’t worry about it.”

Chase gritted his teeth and backed down as Colin turned to Michelle, who shifted at once from looking upon Ryan with pity and shock to pleading desperately with her eyes with the boy who held her fate in his hands.

“There’s no reason to be afraid,” Colin said. “I don’t have any problem whatsoever with you, Michelle. But little Ry-Ry here is going to need someone to take care of him – and, judging by how good you are with your baby brother, I think you’re the perfect person for the job.”

Tears gathered in the corners of Michelle’s eyes as Ryan started idly tugging on his weenie with his bare hand.

“Michelle – when I snap my fingers, it’ll be as though Ryan has always been this way. As a matter of fact, you’ve been taking care of him for years. His parents let you babysit him all the time because you’re so good with kids. And you’re happy to do it because you love looking after sweet little Ry-Ry. This is just a normal day for the two of you – the only reason my friends and I are here is because we come by to help you out with the little rascal sometimes.”

He held up his hand.

“I really am very sorry.”

He snapped his fingers.

Michelle blinked. She turned to Ryan and stared down at him, at the naked young man who was slobbering all over his toes and unashamedly playing with himself. A long moment passed before a radiant smile came over her face, before she kneeled next to the overgrown infant and rubbed his bare tummy.

“Aw, did my special little guy find his tinker?” She chuckled as Ryan spit his toes out so that he could gurgle up at her. “As adorable as you are, you’re bound to make an awful mess if I let you be nakie all day.”

The trio, stunned at how easily she had transitioned into her new role, stared at Michelle as she headed over the diapering supplies stashed in the corner, having to very quickly pretend they weren’t doing so when she turned their way.

“That’s weird,” she said. “I don’t have any diapers in his size, but I don’t remember using the last one…”

Brady and Chase were gobsmacked by the mere mention of the word but Colin didn’t so much as blink – he simply smiled, reached down, and pulled his package from its plastic bag.

“Gotcha covered,” he said as he hefted a pack of double-thick adult diapers into his hands. “I grabbed some on the way over just in case.”

“You are such a sweetheart,” Michelle said as the boy handed them over. “Remind me to pay you back before you leave.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. This one’s on me.”

Michelle beamed at Colin as she kneeled on the floor next to her drooling, babbling ward, ripping open the package while Chase and Brady looked on in a combination of fascination and disgust, hardly believing that they were about to see what they were about to see. She plucked out a single pair, thick and crinkly and the purest white, unfolding it in the air before sliding it beneath Ryan’s bottom.

“Now, Michelle needs you to be a good little helper for juuuust a few seconds, okay, sweetie pie?” She cooed as she gently pushed the young man’s hand away from his penis. Ryan whined but was silenced the instant she guided the thumb of his now-free hand between his lips, a thin rivulet of drool dribbling out from the corner of his mouth as his cheeks flared from the effort of his infantile, rhythmic sucking. Michelle hummed a happy little song as she covered her hands in baby oil and started rubbing it into the young man’s skin, a tiny whimper seeping out from around Ryan’s thumb as he kicked his feet in the air and squirmed on his diaper. She went about her task efficiently but tenderly, not focusing on any particular area – until she got to his twitching, hardening cock. The young man had already stiffened somewhat from his own innocent exploration and the feel of Michelle’s hands on his most sensitive and private areas but it wasn’t until her warm slick hands took hold of him that he became fully, achingly erect.

“Aww, looks like somebody’s got a happy pee-pee! How am I going to get a diaper over that?” Michelle chuckled as she worked the oil into his throbbing shaft, as Ryan whined and waved his free hand in the air and sucked on his thumb with increasing fervor. “Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

She shifted her knees, wrapped her hand around Ryan’s cock, and started to stroke.

“Jesus Christ,” Chase muttered. Though neither of his friends said a word the expressions on their faces made it abundantly clear that they were just as shocked as he was, but when Michelle looked up and saw their astonishment she just smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Jeez, I thought you guys would’ve gotten used to seeing this by now,” she laughed. “You know how grumpy he gets if I don’t do this for him.”

“Of…of course,” Colin managed. “Sorry for staring.”

The apology fell on deaf ears as Michelle wasn’t even listening anymore, having become completely absorbed in her task. Her free hand began gently squeezing Ryan’s balls as the speed of her strokes increased by the second, as the drooling, squirming, whimpering young man began to clumsily thrust his hips up into her palm.

“That’s a goooood baby,” she cooed. “Such a good little boy. Ry-Ry’s going to make lotsa stickies for Michelle, isn’t he? Get all those nasty stickies out so he can have a cute little pee-pee again. Such a good baby. Such a good little boy. Such – ”

Colin covered his mouth to conceal the grin stretched across his cheeks as Ryan squealed, clamped his lips around his thumb and thrust his hips completely off the floor, as rope after rope of thick, pearlescent cum splattered over his chin and neck and tummy and chest. When it was all over – when the young man collapsed back against the carpet, chest heaving, thumb bobbing languidly between his lips, softening cock dribbling the last few drops onto his groin – Ryan looked down at himself, blinked heavily…and then plucked his thumb from his mouth so he could scoop his juices up with his fingers and cram them into his mouth. Brady choked back a laugh and Colin bit his finger so hard that it left tooth marks while Michelle chuckled and dried her hands before powdering her young charge and taping him into his diaper. She let Ryan gleefully gather up and swallow down his own essence for a few more moments before cleaning him up, pulling his head into her lap, and stroking his hair while he popped his thumb back in his mouth and crinkled about in his brand-new baby pants.

“I’m sorry, Michelle, but we…” Colin coughed and felt his face go red from the exertion he was expending at holding back his laughter. “…we should really get going.”

“Okay, no problem.” She smiled down at Ryan. “Say bye-bye, Ry-Ry!”

The young man gurgled and cast his watery stare on Colin, and for the briefest of instants he saw a flash of intelligence in his eyes, a fleeting instant of horror and entreatment and pure, unadulterated humiliation. The boy smiled and gave him a little wave.

“Bye-bye.”

 

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