~NEW STORY: Eric's Revenge Part 1

[Scotty M1]

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is not, I repeat NOT, kiddie
porn. It is however a story written BY an adult FOR adults. This story
includes themes of sex, infantilism and B/D. If this bothers you, don't read
any further. Any resemblance to anyone or anything real is completely
unintentional. Copyright (c) 1996 by Scotty M1

Any email comments would be appreciated; no flames, please.

===Part One: Background===

Eric Ryder's childhood and adolescence had been positively shitty, no ifs,
ands or buts. Thin and on the shorter side, bespectacled, and with a mouth
full of braces, Eric was, and always had been, the class nerd. He was
absolutely persona non grata with the in-crowd. Ordinarily, that would have
been fine with him. A loner, he preferred the company of his books to keg
parties and football games.

The problem was, that the in-crowd wouldn't leave him alone. Ben and Kyle
Nelson were the two most popular boys in school. Handsome and muscular, they
lettered in practically every sport the school offered. They headed up the
most elite, hard-to-get-into clique in school. And Ben and Kyle Nelson
seemed to be put on this Earth for one reason: to make Eric Ryder miserable.
Why? Because they could. Because they felt like it. And because they were
better at it than anything else they did, sports included.

Unhappily for Eric, Ben and Kyle also happened to be his next-door
neighbors. And so Eric's own home wasn't even a sanctuary from torment. He
could hardly poke his head outside his door without being taunted and teased
mercilessly. And on bad days, they simply skipped over the teasing and
proceeded directly to beating the holy shit out of him.

Eric's life became even more complicated upon entering puberty. You see, it
was at this time that Eric realized he was gay. And his hometown was a small
one, with no resources or support to help gay teens to come out. During the
most difficult time in his life, Eric Ryder was alone, operating in a vacuum,
trying to deal with feelings that everyone around him said were immoral and
perverted. Kyle and Ben Nelson, in particular, excelled at this. They
practically redefined mental torture the time they caught Eric making out
with another local boy; Eric's one and only high-school date turned into a
nightmare. The taunts of "fag" and "queer" and "cocksucker" increased
tenfold when word got out at school. He had very few friends after that, and
no good ones. He was a pariah.

Eric from time to time had tried to get to know the Nelsons, tried to reach
out to them to find out why they seemed to hate him for no reason. However,
his peace entreaties to the Nelsons were always spurned. His attempts to
"turn-the-other-cheek" and "love his enemies" were utterly unsatisfying; they
gave him no peace either. If Eric tried to keep a low profile, to just keep
out of the way, the Nelsons always found him. And the very, very few times
he tried to fight back always got his ass kicked.

Over the long, long years all this torture took its toll on Eric. His face
was always broken out from the stress. He developed an ulcer. He had
nightmares. And, most terribly, he consistently wet the bed, nearly every
night.
*****

Eric's bedwetting had started, not surprisingly, as soon as the Nelson
family had moved in next door, when he was five years old. Eric's parents
had been horrified Eric's wetting; they had tried everything to get Eric to
stop: spankings, beratings, groundings, suspension of television privileges.
Nothing worked. Shortly thereafter, young Eric had been watching teevee in
the living room, winding down for bed, when he overheard his parents talking
in the kitchen about "another ruined mattress." In abject horror, he listened
as they agreed they had no choice but to put Eric back into diapers. They
had tried everything else.

He couldn't believe his ears! Diapers? Those were for babies! He was
almost six years old! Not knowing what else to do little Eric ran as fast as
he could and hid underneath his bed. He couldn't stand the idea of being put
back into diapers. Eric had just concealed himself when he heard his parents
calling his name, coming up the stairs. His heart beat faster and faster as
the voices got louder and louder, approaching his room. He held his breath
as he watched the two pairs of feet get closer and closer.to him, stopping
right next to the bed.

"He must be hiding," his mother had said.

"Must've overheard us," his father had said. "Eric! Get your ass in here
or I'll beat it black and blue!" Little Eric stayed put, however. He would
rather risk a spanking than be diapered like a baby. Ultimately, though,
after a more systematic search, he had been discovered. His father had
dragged him, literally kicking and screaming, from underneath the bed.

"If you're going to wet the bed like a baby," his father had explained,
cruelly, "you'll wear a diaper like a baby."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Eric had choked out through his tears, trying to
catch his breath. "Please don't make me wear...wear...one of those!" He
couldn't say the word, that awful word. Saying it would make it real, and it
couldn't be real. "I'll be good. I'll stop wetting, you'll see...."

His mother looked down at him with compassion. Eric thought he might have
won her over, but his father vetoed any possible mercy. "That's enough. Now
stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!"

Eric knew what that meant. He summoned all his strength and tried to stifle
his sobs. He got considerably quieter, though he couldn't completely stem
the flow of his tears. He stood there, whimpering, as his father lectured
him. "We have tried everything, Eric. Everything. The doctors say there's
nothing wrong with you. Yet you still piss the bed. So it's diapers for you
until you can go two whole weeks in a row without wetting. Now strip so we
can get you ready for bed."

Oh, no, oh, no, Eric thought. This couldn't be happening. He stood there,
praying for a miracle, waiting for his father to have a change of heart,
waiting for his mother to intercede. It didn't happen.

"Now!" his father said in a tone that left no room for negotiation. Through
bitter tears Eric started to shed his clothing, but when he got down to his
underwear he just couldn't. He just couldn't.

"Oh, you won't be needing those," his father taunted. "Underpants are for
big boys. Little babies who piss the bed don't get to wear big boy
underwear." Through bitter tears, Eric took off his shorts and stood there
naked and ashamed. His father went over to Eric's large walk-in closet and
started rummaging in the back, pawing through boxes that hadn't been looked
in for several years. Eric felt cold as he stood there, naked, waiting. He
felt awkward. He felt stupid. He folded his arms and stared at the floor.

Finally his father had emerged from the closet, diaper in one hand, plastic
pants and safety pins in the other. He laid the diaper out on the floor and
commanded Eric to lie down on it. Eric's crying had abated, but upon
actually feeling the diaper under his bottom and private parts, the
floodgates broke and Eric started bawling uncontrollably. His father pulled
the diaper up between his legs and pinned it. He then pulled the plastic
pants up between Eric's legs, ordering to lift his butt up off the floor to
get the pants all the way on. And then it was over.

Eric glanced over and saw himself in the mirror, diapered like a baby,
crying like a baby. He looked like his little baby cousin Stevie, he
thought. That thought caused his bawling to intensify; he just sat there
crying, unable to do anything else. His father picked him up and tucked him
into bed, and then ushered Eric's mom out of the room without another word.
Eric knew better than to take his diaper off, so he just laid there and
cried himself to sleep. The next morning, sure enough, Eric woke up to the
feel of a wet diaper. Sad as he was, though, to find himself at his age
waking up in a wet diaper, Eric had to admit that it felt sure did better
than waking up to the feel of cold, clammy, wet sheets.

Needless to say, two "dry" weeks never passed for Eric. He'd nearly made it
a few times, but each time he would start to close in on his goal, the
Nelsons would do something particularly vicious to him, causing him to wet
that evening, resetting the clock back at two weeks. Eventually, Eric's
parents just seemed to give up. They stopped chastising Eric while taking
his wet diaper off him in the mornings, stopped asking him when he was going
to "grow up." For the most part, anyway. They just sort of accepted that
their son would have to wear diapers to bed, no matter how old he got, and
that was that.

And for that matter, so did Eric. Over the years, diapers became the norm
for him; he forgot what it even felt like to wear anything but a diaper to
bed, forgot what it even felt like to wake up dry. Diapers were just a part
of his life, albeit an embarrassing part. He learned to deal with all the
things that go along with being in diapers as he got older, things like
diaper rash, leakage, the smell of urine. Eric alternated between cloth
diapers and disposables, depending on what he felt like wearing on a
particular day. Eventually, his parents engaged a diaper service for him.
When he entered high school, he told his parents he was old enough to diaper
himself, and they agreed. And so it went.

Occasionally, however, it would hit Eric how shameful it was to be wearing
diapers at his age, sending him into a dark depression. Like when he'd
passed the driving test and his folks had taken him out to celebrate; and
afterward, still high from the excitement of the evening, from successfully
passing this rite of manhood, he walked up to his room to turn in and
realized he had to put on a fucking diaper. Or when he'd see June Allyson
and people several times his age talking about incontinence in teevee
commercials. Or when he had repeatedly to turn down invitations to
sleepovers or overnight trips because he couldn't bear to be seen in a
diaper. Or when company was coming and he would hurriedly have to hide his
baby powder and safety pins and all the things that usually sat openly on his
dresser....

Things got worse for Eric when he was a senior in high school; it was then
that his father divorced his mother. This had left Eric extremely depressed
and stressed out; he knew he had always been a disappointment to his father,
especially with his bedwetting. As is often the case with children of
divorce, Eric felt completely responsible for the break-up. It was while
Eric was in this fragile emotional state that the Nelson brothers pulled
their most vicious stunt ever.

Kyle and Ben had been noticing the nondescript van pulling up in front of
the Ryder household once a week for a long time. They had noticed how the
driver always got out of his van, walked over to the Ryders' porch, and
swapped a package from the truck with one that had been left on the porch.
One day when the Ryders were all away, Kyle and Ben had decided to see
exactly what was in all those mysterious packages. To their utter glee, they
found that the packages contained adult-sized diapers. And since Mrs. Ryder
was a rather rotund woman, and Mr. Ryder had moved away, from the size of the
diapers they knew exactly who had been wearing them. They knew it was Eric.

Needless to say, Eric's already hellish life got even worse. His new
nickname, "piss-pants," swept through the school, with even lowly freshmen
ridiculing him as he walked through the hall. He took the abuse for several
months, his mood darkening and darkening, until finally he snapped about six
weeks before graduation. The straw that broke the camel's back had been when
he had been ambushed in the locker room by the Nelson Brothers, stripped, and
dressed in a diaper and a baby bonnet. They wrote "BABY" with an indelible
marker on his forehead, took his clothes and then just left him there. The
peals of laughter were deafening as Eric ran out of the school, tears
streaming down his face, and made his way home.

His mother found him the next morning, wearing only his diaper, an empty
bottle of pills next to his bed.

Eric had survived, but just barely. They pumped his stomach just in time.
He spent three months recovering from his nervous breakdown. Unable to go
back to school, he was tutored privately to make up his missed schoolwork so
he could graduate. The whole thing was hushed up to spare his family the
shame of it all.

Eric had recovered sufficiently to go off to college in the fall. He had a
partial scholarship to a small private school in a nearby city. He had been
offered a full scholarship to the big State University the same city, but
turned it down because that's where Kyle Nelson was going that same year and
Eric couldn't stand the thought of being on the same campus as his hated
enemy.

Eric's life improved immeasurably for the better upon entering college. He
got a job as a lab tech at a local company; this gave him not only spending
money but also a sense of independence And just being away from his small
home town where he was so vilified gave Eric a feeling of liberation. There
was not a Nelson in sight to taunt him; here he was Eric and not
"piss-pants." However, Eric had been apprehensive about what roommate he
would be assigned; in the tiny, cramped quarters of a dorm room an asshole
roommate could easily make his life just as miserable as Kyle Nelson had.
Eric had decided it would be best just to be up-front with his roommate
about both his homosexuality and his bedwetting.

His randomly-selected roommate, Ty, turned out to be a winner. A neo-hippie
slacker type, Ty's laid back, live-and-let-live attitude was exactly what
Eric needed. Ty was completely cool with the gay thing and even with Eric's
having to sleep in diapers. The two young men became the best of friends;
they talked about and shared anything and everything. Ty talked about girls
and his music and politics; Eric talked about boys and his fucked-up
childhood and the lab, and of course, having to wear diapers. At long last,
Eric had a friend, and not a friend who liked him despite his being a gay
bedwetter, but a friend who liked him exactly for who he was.

The atmosphere in the room was so open and relaxed, that, for the first time
in his life, Eric didn't even try hiding his diapers; after the first couple
of weeks, Eric was completely comfortable with Ty's seeing him in that way.
He never could have imagined being seen in a diaper like that and not being
ashamed. Soon he was actually lounging around the room in just his diaper,
the way Ty did in the nude or in shorts. On more than one occasion, Ty even
picked up diapers at the drug store for Eric when he had run out of them.

The other boon for Eric Ryder had been that the college offered free
psychological counseling for its students, a service of which Eric took full
and immediate advantage. His counselor, Dr. Johnson, was nothing short of a
miracle-worker. Within his first few months of counseling, Eric began to
hate himself less, and then actually--miracle of miracles--began to like
himself. Feeling better about himself, Eric built on that momentum by going
to the gym regularly to get in shape. His stress level was so much lower,
his face cleared up. He gave himself a complete makeover, got contact
lenses, a whole new image. At Dr. Johnson's urging, Eric began to go to the
U's gay support group and began to make friends. He even began to date. He
lost his virginity. (Ty was always most willing to make himself scarce when
Eric needed to "use the room for the evening;" of course, Eric was happy to
reciprocate when Ty brought home his various girlfriends.)

And then, a miracle occurred: by the beginning of Eric's junior year, to
his complete surprise, he found he no longer pissed the bed. After realizing
this, he wore diapers for two more weeks, just to make sure, but to his
astonishment and delight, he woke up dry every single day. Even when he drank
two supersized sodas right before bed, he still woke up dry. It had taken
two years of therapy, but Eric's nocturnal enuresis was cured! He couldn't
believe it. To celebrate, Eric and Ty went out and got absolutely--and I
mean absolutely--shitfaced drunk. At the end of the evening, they staggered
home, and with great fanfare and whooping and hollering, threw Eric's
remaining incontinence gear off their seventh-floor balcony into the dumpster
below, one item at a time: diapers, plastic pants, safety pins, powder,
rubber sheets, everything. Then they went back to their room and promptly
passed out, Eric reveling in the knowledge that he was, for the very first
time in his life, sleeping in the nude.

*****

As wonderful and unexpected this change was, Eric Ryder's life changed the
most dramatically later that year when his father died. Not because of any
devastating emotional loss--no, no, far from it. Robert Ryder had been a
cold, aloof fucker who found something wrong with everything Eric ever did.
He had been the man who put Eric back in diapers and then consistently made
fun of him for having to wear them. He was the man who refused to protect
his son from the Nelsons, telling him to "fight his own battles." This was
the man who, at every available opportunity, in fact, made a point to tell
Eric just how wonderful those Nelson boys were and why couldn't he be more
like them? Eric also despised his father for divorcing his mother, leaving
them alone and virtually penniless.

What had changed Eric's life was the fact that Robert had, out of the blue,
named him as sole heir in his will. You see, his father had struck it rich,
naturally, right after the divorce. Perhaps in his final months Robert Ryder
realized what a bastard he'd been to his only son and wanted to make it up to
him. In an case, whatever the motivation was, overnight, young Eric became a
millionaire several times over.

Upon finding out about his windfall, Eric immediately: quit his shit job at
the lab (telling off his bitchy supervisor in the process); changed his major
from chemistry to his true love, classics; moved from the tiny dorm room into
his father's mansion, eradicating all evidence that Robert Ryder had ever
lived there; bought three cars and a whole new wardrobe; sent his mother on a
trip around the world. And he threw a fucking huge party.

And then the fun began.

You see, Eric'd had this fantasy for years. A revenge fantasy. And now he
had the means to make it happen.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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[Jesse]

I LOVE this story! There are many parts of it that I can identify with.
Please keep it up, if that is something you want to do; I for one would love
to see how things turn out. (Evil Grin) ;o