Ganymede: Part 10

10

The diner was a 1950's style diner built in the 1990's, complete with greasy foods and greasy surfaces. Among the scattered diners, in one of the many booths, sat a tall, slender woman with dark hair and even darker eyes. A cup of sugared coffee sat on the table, which was all she'd have from that place. The dark haired woman's only source of pleasure came from the cup's warmth. However, soon she'd have everything she'd ever wanted. All she had to do now was set the plan in motion, plant the seeds, as it were. And the first seed was walking through the front doors of the diner right then. Time to play, she thought.

Shorter than average and sporting red hair and blue eyes, the pale young man spotted the dark haired woman and walked over her table. His eyes were cast down, and his hands stuffed inside of his pants' pockets. He doesn't want to be noticed, the woman thought. He's trying to hide, which was already a good indicator that he'd fit into her plan nicely. She'd always liked submissive men. 

The young man quickly slid into the booth, barely lifting his eyes from the table. The dark haired woman waited until the waitress had taken the young man's order, brought his drink, and walked away before speaking. 

"Not even going to say 'Hi', Daniel?" 

"What do you want?" The words spat out of his mouth, filled with anger.

"Oh, somebody's angry. I wonder why." The woman smiled. "Here I am, prepared to offer you a bone, and already I'm not appreciating the tone. A good dog doesn't bite the hand that feeds it, Daniel."

"I'm not your dog," Daniel said in an angry whisper. 

"Yes you are. I give an order. You do it. I give you a treat. Sounds like a dog to me. A dog that doesn't learn how to follow commands is beaten, Daniel. While I can't physically harm you, I can do so much more, so before you let that anger of yours boil over remember that I've got your nuts in my hand. And if you don't do what I say, I'll rip them off." 

The woman's voice never rose above a whisper, but Daniel recoiled as if she'd screamed. 

"That's better." Beating a man into submission had always been pleasurable for her, and even there in the diner, unbeknownst to everyone around her, the warm space between her thighs grew moist. 

"What do you want me to do?" Daniel said to the table. 

"Nothing you haven't done before."

Daniel looked up, finally looking the woman in the eye. "Who?"

"The boy's name is Tanner. He's another student at the university. A bit older than your usual conquests, but mentally he's about the right age, I think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Either way, I want you to seduce Tanner and do what you do best. See, I told you there's a treat in it for you."

"What's in it for you?"

"I have my reasons." 

Silence fell as the waitress brought Daniel's breakfast to the table. 

"Can I count on you?"

"What if I say no? I've tried to leave all of that behind me. I'm trying to start a new life."

"How adorable, Daniel. But you and I both know how difficult that can be for someone like you. How many times have you tried to start anew?" She let the question hang in the air, not really looking for an answer. "The truth is this: You will never change, Daniel. Truthfully, the best thing for everyone is to lock you up in a padded cell, far away from temptation. But that's a waste. People like you can be very useful with the proper guidance. However, with one report, I can send you into that kind of hell. So what's your answer?"

Anger burned in those blue eyes, but Daniel was trapped with only one way to stay free. "You can count on me, Dr. Lopez."

"Good boy. Now eat your eggs." Dr. Lopez left Daniel to eat his breakfast alone. She had another meeting to attend that morning, another seed to plant. 

***

One of the good things about college towns is that everything is within a few minutes driving distance: restaurants, bars, bookstores, gas stations, and even the homes of professors. Dr. Lopez had driven from the diner straight to Professor Lopez's house, what had been their house a few years ago. 

Dr. Lopez parked right in front of the house this time. There was no need for hiding any more. Now was the time to act. And so, she walked up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

From the other side of the door, Dr. Lopez could hear footsteps. They reached the door, stopped, and waited. But she knew her ex-husband would let her in. He knew the kind of tantrum she could, and would throw, if needed. He was just waiting to gather up the courage to face his ex-wife again. 

The bolt slammed, the door opened, and Dr. Lopez smiled. Professor Lopez didn't return the smile, just motioned for her to come in. 

"Always a warm welcome. Thank you, professor." Dr. Lopez said as she walked into the house.

Professor Lopez motioned her into the living room where she sat on the couch they had bought when they'd first moved into the house, and Professor Lopez sat in a chair across from her, as far away as he could get without being completely rude. 

"What do you want?" 

Dr. Lopez laughed. "Can't I drop by without an ulterior motive?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"Touché." He knew her so well. That's why she worked so hard to keep him.

Her ex-husband waited in silence. "Okay. I came by to see how last night went."

Professor Lopez looked suspicious. "Last night?"

"Don't play stupid with me. I know you better than that. The boy, professor. How did it go with your new baby boy?"

"None of your business."

"You look so cute when you're trying to be forceful. It'd almost be enduring if I had never seen you beneath my whip before."

Professor Lopez stirred uncomfortably in his chair. 

"A place I hope to never be again."

"You big tease. You hope to lash me with your big whip?" She glanced toward the professor's crotch. 

"You wouldn't know what do beneath someone else's control." Professor Lopez said.

"And you wouldn't know what to do if someone wasn't smacking that hot ass of yours, dear husband, and calling you a little slut."

"No games. We're not married anymore, and what I do with my free time is none of your business anymore."

"Oh, but you're wrong there, dear husband. It's my business when students come to me with complaints."

"Do you get off on ruling the lives of others?"

"Something like that. I don't' recall you complaining too much."

"I always had a gag in my mouth."

"Yes, I remember." Dr. Lopez closed her eyes and smiled, savoring the memory. Her hand reached between her thighs. She opened her eyes. "Fun times."

"Not for me."

"Careful, dear husband. You're lies are showing." Her eyes fell to the growing bulge in the professor's crotch. "Does that little boy really do as much for you as I did?"

"More."

"We'll see. But first, I have a question for you. What's going to happen when everyone finds out about your little affair?"

"Not much. Since I have tenure, I'll probably get a slap on the wrist, and Tanner will have to be moved into another class."

"So sad for one of your most promising students. Did he recite Shakespearean verse last night? Or was he too busy sucking on a pacifier… or more?"

"Again, none of your business." Her husband was getting angrier, but he's hardening dick revealed some excitement, too.

"Don't play games with me, dear husband. You're out of your depth."

"You think so, dear wife?"

"Yes. I've more experience."

"Fucking people over. Yes, I know."

"All I want is what's best for you… and the boy. What do you think is going to happen? You think he's going to be satisfied with you? Don't you think he'd be better off with someone his own age?"

"That's for him to decide, don't you think?"

"You know kids as well as I do. They don't know shit. At least, not enough to make good decisions."

"Leave him alone."

"Or what?" Dr. Lopez laughed. "You'll teach me a lesson." She spread her legs. "Go on. Teach me my lesson, Daddy." Her voice dripped with condescension. "I remember you liked it here between my thighs."

"So does everyone else."

"You knew what you were getting into. As you said, I like fucking people over." She paused. "But you… I hold a special place in my heart for you, dear husband. You were always my favorite."

"What a shame."

"Indeed."

A prickly silence fell between them. "You're right, dear husband. I was a bitch. And now I want what I lost. That boy upstairs can never give you what I can."

"That's your problem, dear wife. You always thought I wanted nothing more than the warm hole between your legs, but that boy has already given me something more."

For the first time, Dr. Lopez looked furious, but she calmed herself before speaking. Angry words are foolish words, after all. "Very well. Just know that I came here to warn you. He'll leave you. That baby will grow up and realize an old fucker like you can't give him what he really wants."

Professor Lopez didn't rise to the bait of old fucker. He knew she was trying to wind him up. "And what's that?"

"Youth."

"We'll see. I never hold people against their will. He can come and go as he pleases. As a psychologist, you have a really hard time letting go."

"At least I'm not harboring borderline pedophilic desires because of a childhood gone wrong. Denial is far more damaging than a refusal to let go."

"Good luck proving that theory. Are we finished?" Professor Lopez stood, giving his ex-wife no choice in the matter.

She stood. "No. We're not finished, but I'll go. Wouldn't want to wake the baby. Isn't it time for his feeding? Which mouth are you going fill, Daddy?"

"Goodbye, Rhea." Professor Lopez said, motioning her out of the front door.

"Remember my warning, Miguel. Babies eventually grow up."

Ganymede: Part 9

I do hope this chapter is enough to forgive the long lapses between chapters. Either way, I hope you enjoy this latest installment of "Ganymede."

Thanks for reading!

9

Daddy carried Tanner upstairs, and even when he reached the top of the stairs, Daddy wasn't tired, wasn't breathing heavy. Daddy's breathing was even and hypnotic, relaxing Tanner as he continued to suck on his bottle. Tanner rested his head on Daddy's shoulder, taking in the clean, masculine smell. 

The boy was in heaven, feeling that nothing more could complete the picture of Daddy and Baby.

Through closed eyes, Tanner saw the faintest glimmer of light. Opening his eyes slightly, the boy saw a door ahead; a thin line of light peered through the bottom gap. Curious, Tanner opened his eyes completely and wondered what lay beyond that door. He knew he was going to find out soon because Daddy was carrying him straight to that door. 

"Can you guess what's behind the door, Baby?"

Tanner lifted his head, bottle still firmly placed in his mouth, and shook his head. Truthfully, he did have a shrewd suspicion. With everything that had happened so far, how could he not guess what was behind that door? But he wanted to feel the excitement of being surprised, so he gazed at the approaching door, the excitement building with each of Daddy's heavy steps. 

Daddy stopped at the door, repositioning Baby on his hips. "Well, behind this door is something special I only show baby boys. Are you a baby boy?"

The bottle popped out of Tanner's mouth as he said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm a baby boy."

Daddy raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't sound like it to me. Babies can't talk after all. You sound like a big boy, even though you're drinking from a bottle and wearing a soaking wet diaper."

Tanner blushed deep red. For a moment, he didn't know how far he wanted to take this. For a moment, he hesitated. Is this something he really wants to try? Can he give up his freedom and adult sensibilities? He had always dreamed of doing just that, of being cared for like a little baby, but these dreams were just that: fantasies. How long could he really keep this up?

Daddy seemed to sense his boy's hesitation. "How about this? If at any point you feel like this is too much, you can simply say, 'Daddy, I'm done,' and we'll stop playing, okay?"

The boy's heart lightened, the weight of deciding lifted off his shoulders, and he once again relaxed. Daddy sure did know just what to say. Tanner nodded and babbled, "Goo goo, ga ga, dada."

The smile that spread across Daddy's face was the widest, warmest Tanner had yet seen on the man, and seeing his daddy so happy made Tanner want to babble more baby nonsense, just to keep his Daddy happy. 

As Baby Tanner babbled away, Daddy turned the doorknob and pushed, opening the door wide so his baby boy could see everything.

And everything he did see, all at once. The effect was blinding. At first, Baby Tanner saw only light. Slowly, his eyes adjusted and beheld a dream made real. 

He saw a room filled with pastel colors and soft textures. It was as if someone had delved into Baby Tanner's most secret fantasies and pulled them out into the real world. The largest object in the room was an adult-sized crib, dark wood, filled with stuffed animals and soft-looking baby blankets. Above the crib hung a mobile, twisting and twisting, singing a soft nursery rhyme. To the left was a huge changing table with drawers. To the right of the crib was a shelf, as tall as Tanner, filled with diapers. And next to the shelf was a rocking chair large enough to hold both Daddy and Baby. The room was filled with everything a baby needs, and the baby resting on Daddy's hips was speechless. Even baby babble was beyond him at that point.

"How do you like your room, Baby?" Daddy asked with his smooth, deep voice.

Baby Tanner babbled happily and popped his bottle back into his mouth. 

"That's what I thought you'd say," Daddy said with a grin. "Now, let's get you into a clean and dry diaper."

Daddy laid his big baby down on the changing table. It was the perfect size. In fact, the table made Baby Tanner feel small, like he were somehow shrinking. And indeed, as Daddy started to change his diaper, cooing at his little baby boy, Baby Tanner felt smaller and smaller. His arms and legs wiggled carelessly as Daddy removed the wet diaper and started to clean baby up with wipes. The smell of the wipes, that wonderful baby scent, seemed to shrink Baby Tanner down even smaller. And when Daddy brought out the baby powder, Tanner forgot even his own name. He simply thought of himself as "Baby."

Baby didn't even feel ashamed when his penis grew hard. All he knew was that everything, from the soft diaper being placed beneath his buttocks, to the sounds of the mobile in the distant crib, to the sound of Daddy calling Baby his "cute little baby boy," everything felt good. Everything sent tingles through his skin. 

"Has Baby made poopie today?" Daddy cooed.

Lost in an overwhelming sea of sensation, Baby hardly understood. And when he did, he just shook his head and babbled, "Goo goo, dada."

"Someone's a little excited," Daddy said as he looked down at Baby's hard penis. "Looks like Baby's enjoying this, isn't he?"

Baby giggled and wiggled his legs excitedly. 

"Yeah, Daddy's going to make sure this is a night you never forget." And with that Daddy started stroking Baby's dick, up and down, up and down. Baby babbled more, "Goo goo, ga ga, dada." Daddy's firm hand continued to stroke Baby's peepee, slowly, building the excitement, building the sensation stroke by stroke.

"I know that feels good, Baby. And now that you're Daddy's baby boy, only Daddy can touch your peepee, okay? If Baby touches it, he's going to get a spanking. Understood?"

Baby babbled and nodded, not caring exactly what he was agreeing to, only caring that the feeling should continue. Baby moved his hips in time with Daddy's hand. Daddy's other hand reached up and started caressing the area below Baby's peepee, that in-between space just above his hole. Moaning, Baby spread his legs wider, granting Daddy easier access. Slowly, without causing any pain, Daddy slipped a finger into Baby's hole. 

Baby's breathing quickened; his babbling came out faster. The excitement was building. All throughout his body, Baby felt electricity surging. 

Another finger slid into Baby's hole, and the boy's body quivered. He was getting so close.

And that's when Daddy pulled away, releasing Baby's penis, removing his fingers from Baby's hole.

Surprisingly, Baby felt like crying. Something wonderful had been stolen from him. Tears, unbidden, welled up in his eyes.

"It's okay, Baby. Daddy just doesn't want you to make a mess. That's what Baby's diapers are for." Daddy smiled and stroked Baby's head. "Here, suck on this while Daddy finishes. It won't take long, I promise." And Daddy placed a pacifier in Baby's mouth. Suddenly, at least as sudden as the tears had sprung, Baby felt better. 

Sucking on the pacifier soothed the quick swing in emotions. The boy hadn't felt like that in years. He'd always been proud of how controlled he was. Apparently, this whole night had released something in him, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. 

Daddy quickly taped up Baby's diaper. The thickness around his waist was comforting. However, his peepee pressed against the diaper, pushing it out, almost obscenely.

Daddy picked his baby up off of the changing table and carried him over to the large rocking chair. 

"Bounce on Daddy's knee, Baby. That should make you feel better." With that, Daddy sat Baby on his left knee and hugged him. Daddy then placed a hand on Baby's padded bottom and encouraged Baby to rock back and forth on his leg. Baby did. 

In no time, the excitement returned. Baby closed his eyes and sucked hard on his pacifier.

However, something rumbled deep in Baby's stomach. The boy tensed. He didn't want this. He didn't want to poop his diapers in front of Daddy. That would be too much, too fast.

Daddy pulled Baby closer and whispered, "It's okay, Baby. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you." 

Baby felt Daddy's hand stroking his back, encouraging him to rock back and forth, encouraging Baby to just let it all go. Baby closed his eyes and relaxed. Everything was fine. Daddy was there, and there was no need to feel ashamed. Babies pooped and peed their diapers all the time. Nothing wrong with that. Daddy would take care of everything. 

Baby rocked faster. His stomach gurgled, threatening to release at any moment. Through the pacifier, Baby babbled continuously, mumbling "Goo goo, ga ga" repeatedly. Faster and faster he rocked, building the tension in his peepee.

"Good baby! That's it. Just let it come. Make poopies and stickies for Daddy. Make Daddy proud."

With those words, Baby couldn't hold back anymore. The back of his diaper filled, spreading all around. As the feeling of the smelly mess spread through the diaper, as the smell hit his nostrils, a potent mixure of baby powder and poop, Baby sprayed sticky come all over the front of his diaper.

He collapsed into Daddy's arms, feeling more like a big baby than ever before. Baby Tanner couldn't have been happier.

"Good baby!" Daddy said. "Doesn't that feel better?" He hugged his baby tight and then lifted Baby and carried him once more to the changing table. 

Baby giggled and pointed as he was lifted. He caught a nice view of Daddy's crotch. A small wet spot had appeared there. "Dada pee pee," Baby said.

Daddy laughed, "No, Baby. Dada didn't go pee pee. He made a sticky mess of his own."

Baby smiled. He had made Daddy happy after all.

As Daddy laid him down to change his diaper, yet again, Baby thought that nothing in the world could ruin such a happy feeling. He wanted this to last forever. 

* * *

A few houses away, a car sat idling, and its occupant had an excellent view of the Professor's house. The woman inside the car light another cigarette and inhaled the relaxing smoke. It didn't help. Nothing would, really.

She stared daggers at the second story window. The light had been on all night. This woman knew what was in that room. She knew what was happening, and none of it made her happy. 

Earlier in the night, she'd seen the boy drive by a couple of times. She had watched as he finally parked and waited. And she had watched as the boy had walked up to the house. She watched as Lopez let the boy into the house. For the first hour or so, she hoped the boy was nothing more than a fling, a student looking for a higher grade. A quick fuck, a thank you, and a goodbye.

Her mood had changed for the worse when that light had come on. Lopez only turned on that light when he'd met another boy like the last one. A freak. 

Like the last few times, she waited to see if the boy stayed or went home. After a few hours, the light in the second floor window went out, and there was no sign of the boy leaving.

She turned the keys in the ignition and drove away, a plan already forming in her head.