Brandon Twice
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Big Baby (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2019-04-25 18:02:39 +0000 UTC[AMATEUR MISTAKE: only posted part of this chapter. Sorry about that! Let me know if you like the premise so far.]
Mike was surprised when he got home from training his morning clients to find his boyfriend Timothy already packed and waiting for the Uber to take him to the airport. Timothy looked stressed as Mike gave him a kiss and swept his pretty boyfriend up in his big muscular arms.
“I could have sworn you said you were leaving tonight,” Mike said, running his hands through Keegan’s curly blonde hair and stroking his boyfriend’s face. “I thought we’d have some time to… y’know…” Mike gestured down to the growing bulge in his gym shorts. He flexed his hips, nudging his boyfriend’s stomach with his swelling hard-on.
“I told you last week,” Keegan said impatiently. He studied Mike’s face like he was searching for something. “It worries me when I don’t feel like you’re listening to me.” He put a hand on Mike’s chiseled abs and gently pushed the approaching boner away. “And my Uber’s 12 minutes away. We don’t have time to take care of that.”
“You’re gonna leave me with this?” Mike said, thrusting his groin again. “Fine, guess I’ll just turn on Game of Thrones and take care of it myself…” Keegan rolled his eyes. Mike knew his fascination with “the Mountain” still irked Keegan, even when he was teasing. He gave Keegan a soft, tender kiss and turned toward the fridge.
“Do I have to worry about you while I’m gone?” Keegan asked as Mike searched through the fridge. He slid aside the prepped meals in stacked tupperware and the protein shake he had mixed that morning. In the back he found what he was looking for: a six-pack of beer and a bottle of chilled chardonnay. He pulled out his phone and sent a text: Schedule change. He’ll be gone in 10. Be here in 15. As he was closing the fridge he noticed something on a shelf in the fridge’s door: three baby bottles filled with a milky liquid.
Before he could process why those would be there, Keegan spoke again, in a tone nearing anger: “Do you know how much it worries me that you didn’t answer that question?”
Mike took a look at his beautiful little lover. Back when they had first met, Keegan’s beauty struck Mike from across the room. His chiseled face, nearly-white hair and icy blue eyes were near-angelic. Mike became infatuated with a man so stunning who was only tall enough to look him in the nipple. Showing off his size and strength had been a major turn-on for both of them back in the beginning: curling his boyfriend casually in one beefy arm was common foreplay for them. Mike couldn’t get over the fact that he could easily flip this unbelievable stud over with one hand and dominate him as the bed creaked under his weight. The first year they were together, Mike used to clutch Keegan to his massive chest like he was a gorgeous teddy bear.
Like most things, that all wore off after a few years. Mike’s feelings changed when he met George, another trainer at the gym who could look him right in the eyes. He remembered the feeling of spotting George while the big hairy beast squatted over 600 pounds, the way George’s massive ass felt flexing against Mike’s groin, the way muscle felt squeezing against muscle. Mike’s defenses melted the first time George put his big arms around his wide back, something Keegan could never do.
Keegan had every right to be suspicious. Mike had been caught more than once. Each time he had promised that his dalliances were over. He just couldn’t help himself.
“I want you to know,” Mike said, kneeling down so he could look up into Keegan’s eyes, “that I love you more than anything. All that other shit is behind us. We’ve made some major improvements in couples therapy, I think at least! I know I’ve made mistakes before but we’ll never be 100% again until you start trusting me.” On the far kitchen counter, Mike’s phone vibrated once, then again. The third time it buzzed right off the edge, bouncing on the floor. Both of them stared at it for a moment.
“I have no doubt that you love me,” Keegan said. He stroked Mike’s face. Mike leaned into his lover’s chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. Keegan was so small in his arms that Mike could grab his own elbows. “I just think you can’t help yourself. But I’ve actually been meeting with our therapist for solo sessions too, and we came up with a solution.”
A car pulled into their driveway. “Your ride is here baby,” Mike said, rising to his full 6’5” height and pulling Keegan to him, pressing Keegan’s face against the bottom of his pecs and flexing them one at a time.
“No, it’s actually not my ride,” Keegan said. “See, our therapist had an idea. There’s a way I can make sure you don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone. When you took your shot today? I actually switched out the needle while you were in the shower. There’s something working its way through your system that should be kicking in right about…”
Mike noticed his hands had started to shake. He opened and closed them, flexing his thick fingers. He blinked as a strange tingling spread throughout his body. “What the… fuck…” His legs got so wobbly he wasn’t sure they would support him anymore. He braced himself on their breakfast table.
“Just let it kick in,” Keegan said. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t be honest with you about this but if you’re angry about that, just remember how many times I had to deal with your dishonesty.”
Mike’s eyes went wide as a wave of weakness spread throughout him. His tree-trunk legs felt like noodles and he gasped as he tumbled backwards and landed on his butt. He gripped the floor but his arms had no strength to push him back up.
The doorbell rang. “I hired you a sitter,” Keegan said. He gestured toward the door.
Still struggling to know what was going on, Mike tried to demand answers. He had wanted to say, “What, like a babysitter?” The words had been clear in his head, but his mouth had felt clumsy, his tongue thick and unresponsive. He blurted out, “Ba… bay-bee?”
He tried again, trying to say, “Keegan, what the fuck?” What came out was: “Kee-kee! Wa-waah…” Anger overwhelmed him. He wanted to punch something but his powerful arms felt like soft jello. He couldn’t have been more surprised when tears welled up in his eyes.
Keegan knelt next to Mike and wiped his eyes dry. “It’s okay big guy. Just let it happen. You’re going to have to get used to being helpless while I’m gone. But Greg, the sitter I hired, is going to take great care of you. His last client was a world’s strongest man competitor! So he can handle large men really well, I made sure of it.”
Mike’s face contorted in a grimace as his emotions, suddenly too powerful for him to control, overwhelmed him. He felt a wail building up inside him, spit out some more meaningless baby-talk as he tried to say words, and then something happened that shocked him silent:
He pissed himself.
Keegan laughed--he fucking LAUGHED!--and wiped the tears from Mike’s quivering face. “That’s gonna happen a lot big fella. Better get used to it.” The doorbell rang again and Keegan left Mike on the floor to answer it. Mike wanted to get up and follow, wanted to get away from the puddle of piss he was sitting in, but all he could do was kick his muscular legs and flail his beefy arms clumsily.
