Off the Road and Into the Woods – Ch. 07 (Tier 2+)

For Will, this was all nothing short of stupidity. Stupidity, that is, that was rapidly becoming a nightmare.

For starters, he mused, staring up at the ceiling for what must have been the ten thousandth time, he'd never cheated on Hannah. He was quite certain he'd never even flirted with a coworker – much less Naomi – since becoming engaged. That shot glass Hannah had raged about? It was all a silly joke, that was all! Naomi had been on vacation, and she'd brought it back because he'd told her he didn't want anything, and she just wanted to be a derp about it…

Not that Hannah understood. Or cared.

He writhed disconsolately in place, wondering absently how long one had to lay in a specific position before developing bed sores. It had been three whole days now: three days since Hannah had flipped out and he'd woke to find himself practically naked and trussed up with arms and hands spread like a starfish. Three whole days of her mocking him and periodically entering to force a bit of water and a bunch of revolting smoothie mush down his choking throat. Three whole days of lying here, trying and eventually failing, time after time, to avoid the inevitable calls of nature…

Yeah. With only a towel beneath him, it was a pretty rotten feeling to feel the pee soaking and spreading beneath him. He had vague memories of wetting the bed as a kid, and somehow, the feeling was uncannily similar: warmth spreading and cooling, seeping its cold way along his skin, reminding him hour after hour of the smelly and embarrassing fact that he was unable to control his own bodily functions.

But wait… what was that noise? Was that… an engine?

He emitted a muffled yell: muffled because of the boxers clogging his mouth, and a yell because… well, because who wouldn't be yelling for rescue in such a situation? Hannah may have been his fiancée, but she was still nuts. If he wanted to get out of this, he needed someone else. Anyone else. Even if it meant letting them see him like this.

But even as his heartbeat thudded faster in anticipation, the engine revved… revved again… and then faded slowly into the distance. Along with his hope for rescue.

Dammit. Fucking dammit. Hannah would have to pay for this! He loved her, yes – but this was insane. She was insane. She had flipped out, maybe from the stress of everything going on. He just needed to take charge for a bit, get her to back off and listen to reason. All he needed was to be let loose, to get these stupid boxers out of his mouth-

Not five minutes later, now-familiar footsteps approached. The doorknob turned. And in Hannah came, with a strange bundle of objects in her hands and an even stranger gleam in her eyes.

"Hey, baby," she said simply, and in her tone he heard… what was it, exactly? Not coldness or anger, exactly. Not regret. It was something like… like the tone a parent might use on a disobedient brat. A bit of rueful disappointment, but also brisk, non-nonsense authority.

"Here, it's time we finally got you something better," she stated, and now she was setting the handful of items down on the floor, then reaching over to remove the cool, soggy towel from his naked groin. "I bet you're ready to get cleaned up, aren't you? Here, I've got exactly what you need, honey…"

Like… a shower? A sane fiancée? A beer and a goddamn cheeseburger? All retorts the gagged fellow wanted to blurt out, but which he prudently kept back, electing merely to gaze up at Hannah with questioning, resentful eyes. "Now lie still for a bit longer," she ordered, reaching for what appeared to be a moist cloth dishrag. "I'm going to clean you up, and then guess what? As long as you're good, I'm gonna let you up! Isn't that going to be nice?"

Good? What the hell does that even mean? Will wasn't sure how he could fail to be "good" when he couldn't even sit up, but that was more or less beside the point. He grunted softly into the boxers, eyes swiveling down to watch her hands wiping at his flaccid cock and balls, then running wet and cool down between his spread legs. In any other situation it might have been hot – but now? Now all he wanted was to escape.

Which, of course, wouldn't happen until she untied him. And for that to happen, he'd need to play along.

Later on he would look back and muse in embarrassment over just how freaking long it took him to realize what Hannah was doing. Sure, he heard a weird rustling sound. He heard the soft, ripping noise of cotton and plastic being tugged apart. But he simply wrote it off as some weird rag she was using, or maybe some sort of cushion for him to sit on. Even when she raised the giant white thing up into his view, spread like some grotesque cotton starfish, he hadn't realized what it was.

Not, that is, until after he'd squirmed his naked ass upward at her command and she had slid the strange thick thing beneath him. Not until she had begun rubbing some kind of lotion into his skin – and the odd smell drew his notice. It was… powdery. Soft. Almost like a… a…

It was the bottle of baby powder that she flourished before his eyes that clinched it. Oh, fuck, no. Not that.

"See? Oh, this is going to be so much better for you, honey!" she smiled, glancing down into his rapidly widening eyes. "I'm sure you'll feel so much nicer and happier in something that will keep you safe and dry!" Her hands tugged it up between his bare thighs, ignoring his writhing and panicked moans. "Don't worry, honey – it's just a nice, soft diaper. I don't mind, really! And if I don't mind changing it now and then… well, surely you shouldn't mind it either, should you?"

No- no, please! But mind though he did, she merely laughed at his desperate moans and struggles. "Oh, baby, stop it! If you're going to be such a baby about it, maybe I should leave you tied up, hmm? Maybe that's what you prefer?"

That stopped him cold. And so he lapsed into sullen silence as she beamed down and planted a kiss on his forehead. "That's better. Here, honey – I'm going to let you up. Let's see if you can be a good boy for me and not make a fuss, okay?"

Oh, he planned to make very much of a fuss. But as the ropes at long last slipped off and he struggled awkwardly and stiffly into a sitting position, Will had only one thing on his mind. "Phhttaahh! Ugh, that- no more of that!" he spluttered, spitting the boxers from his dessicated mouth. "Hannah, this is too much. We can talk it over, okay? But I'm not going to sit here in this stupid-"

His fingers were closing on the strange blue tabs around his waist. He was tugging, about to remove the offensive bulk from beneath his ass… and then Hannah's palm was cracking, open and stinging with reprimand, across his fingers.

"Bad baby!" she scolded, and in her tone he heard nothing but peremptory authority. "You keep that on, mister, or you're going to be in big trouble!" But Will, stung now with pain as well as pent-up anger and humiliation, was in no mood to comply. "Fuck you," he snapped, and reached for the tab a second time. "I'm going to take this damned thing off right now, Hannah, and you're not going to st-oooowwwww!!"

She'd slapped him right across the face. And before he'd quite realized what had happened, she was forcing him backward, the full weight of her body pressing him back to the mattress. "You're going to be sorry for that, baby!" she snapped now, and she eased her weight back now, forcing her weight back onto her ass and pinning his spluttering face beneath her. "I guess it's a good thing I happened to bring this in with me…"

Will struggled and squirmed, of course. But at the end of the day, he was a gamer and a programmer – while Hannah, on the other hand, was a still-fit, curvaceous former volleyball player. Of course, he had no recourse but to submit. And when she was done with the roll of pink duct tape, his hands no longer resembled anything other than thick, shapeless lumps of plastic.

"There, try to get out of that," she retorted, and held up the tape menacingly. "Now, do I hear any more swear words from you, baby? I'd be more than happy to give you a nice little dose of quiet time!"

Will, flushed, mortified, and still stunned by what had just transpired, shook his head and gazed sheepishly down… at his now-useless hands, and beneath them, the thick humiliating bulk of the disposable diaper she'd forced him into. He wanted to fight back, true. And sometime he would. But at this point… well, sure it was still all utter stupidity. But maybe he'd better play along with her stupidity for now.

At least just a little bit longer.