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Chapter 9: An unexpected trip

It wasn't the best night's sleep after staying up so late and then having to wake early to stow away my earphones and phone. I had to be sure they'd be charged for tonight, just in case.

Hopefully that would be unnecessary. I'd tell Whaea Linda or Miss Green what was going on. They’d understand my situation and advise me on what to do next. Maybe that meant calling the police. Maybe just call Oranga Tamariki, the child welfare agency, since they dealt with abuse of grown-downs as well. It would be a last resort, but if I had to choose between a foster home or the certainty of being subjected to those files, the choice was clear.

I just needed to act like I was falling under the spell at least a bit, just for the morning to fool Mike. It was a good plan until Sandra and Mike walked into my bedroom with strange smiles.

"Well good morning!" Sandra greeted me.

"Morning champ," said Mike.

"What's going on," I asked with a yawn that didn't need to be faked.

"You've been so good with a tough situation, we decided to take a day off work, pull you from kindy to give you a break too. We're all going to the beach!" Sandra announced.

"The beach?!" I gasped.

Damn, this ruined everything. But I couldn't let it show. I had to act pleasantly surprised.

"Yep!" That bastard Mike said, all smiles, like he was really my friend. "We know you've been basically working over there like a teacher's aide. You need to relax and have fun today."

"Okay, that I can do," I said in my brightest voice, forcing a smile.

Mike stepped over to my dresser, pulling out some undies, the ones with the truck and digger motif. And then some board shorts.

"What you think of these?"

I forced myself to blink and look confused for a moment, then I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah… I love diggers and trucks!" I announced.

"You do, huh?" Mike asked, smirking. That bastard.

"Uh-huh!"

"Well, if you would like to show them off, there's no requirement for shorts. We are going to the beach after all. We could just leave them here."

Sandra scoffed. "What?"

"It’s up to him Sandra, he might like the freedom of just wearing undies. I bet it's very comfy."

"Mike, he doesn't do that when he’s little, and certainly not now. Don't embarrass him."

Thankfully that gave me the out I needed. "Oh… yeah, you're right Sandra. I… better have the shorts too."

Mike frowned but nodded. He went back to the drawer, pulling out a shirt featuring a surfing dinosaur. God that was an embarrassing thing to wear.

"How about this one? Pretty cool right?"

I frowned instantly, it was instinct. Damn, he'd seen it too. But there was still one way to save it.

"Do I… do I have to wear a shirt? I mean, it's the beach right?"

Mike looked more pleased at this than when I accepted the undies.

"Sure, you're right buddy. It's nice being shirtless isn't it?"

"Yeah… it's just… really comfy," I added, unfocused eyes gazing into the distance.

Mike ate that up.

"Awesome! Let's get packed and on the road!"

It was a bit weird to be sitting in the car shirtless. Yeah, we were headed to the beach, but I would still always wear a shirt until I actually got there.

And it turned out not to be a quick ride either. There were multiple beaches within minutes of our house, one of the benefits of living in the City of Sails, as they called it. But Mike took us right onto the motorway, heading north out of the city.

"We can go to those beaches any time," he said. "This is a day off. We need to use that time, go somewhere different."

Bad enough Sandra and I had ended up waiting in the car for ten minutes while Mike tried to find his water shoes, now we had a lengthy drive ahead of us. Water shoes. Jesus, Mike had special shoes for going in the water at the beach, while I didn’t even have shoes to wear to school.

And this being NZ, the motorway naturally ended not long after we left the city, and it was notoriously winding two-lane roads the rest of the way.

"I hope this beach is worth the drive," Sandra chided him. "We could have just gone to Muriwai. That's only half an hour."

"We went to Muriwai about two weeks ago."

"It was over a month ago."

"This will be better!" he insisted.

When we finally arrived I had to admit it was a nice looking beach. There were impressive dunes, a rocky outcrop to climb for views, and quite calm waves.

There were a few families already on the beach, but it wasn't as busy as the local beaches back home.

On a normal day it would have been a really nice place to relax. But all I could think about was the music Mike was piping into my room, wondering what exactly it was that he wanted. Instead of keeping up the act for an hour before kindy, I had to maintain the illusion I was being influenced by those files all day.

Should I wait for kindy tomorrow? Chance one more night with my noise cancelling earphones? That seemed too risky. And Mike would be suspicious if I didn't show some major signs of giving in to the suggestions more by then.

The beach was isolated, no restaurant, no lifeguards, no one to talk to about what was happening at my house. So I couldn't do anything until we got home anyway. But then what?

I'd have to call the police, show them my photos of the files, the website I had found. Maybe they’d do something, maybe not. But at least I’d know I tried.

We set up a spot in the golden sand, above the high tide line, but close to it. Sandra set up the big umbrella she brought. Mike and I laid out the blanket and anchored it with the chilly bin.

Mike smiled and jerked his head at something behind me. "Look Jakey, there's another boy here," he said.

I twisted around and saw a man of about my age being led down the darker sand below the high tide line. A woman in a colourful wrap and bikini top had his hand. The man was naked, the plastic shovel from a beach set in his free hand.

He was jumping and skipping along, then breaking away to run down to the water, standing there ankle deep, hopping over tiny waves. He spun back around after that, a gaping grin on his face, arms waving about over his head.

"Spashin'!" He shouted.

"That's close enough Andy! Come back to mummy!" the woman called back.

He did as he was told, racing back and taking her hand again.

"Feets wet!" He announced.

She didn't reply, just led him up onto the drier sand, to a blanket not far from ours.

"I'm bigger than him," I told Mike.

"Not that much. I think you'd really, really enjoy being his playmate today. I think it would really relax you,” he said, putting an odd emphasis on that word, relax. “Why don't we go over there and introduce you two?" he suggested.

He was acting innocent, but there was no doubt this was a test. Of course he knew there's no way I'd actually want to play some random grown-down who was even younger than my normal little age.

I made a show of looking over at the grown toddler, watching him drop to his hands and knees now, mooning us as he began digging in the sand with his plastic shovel.

"Yeah… maybe that would be nice," I agreed. It would satisfy Mike and get me away from him for at least a little while.

Mike looked very pleased. He thought his plan was right on track. I wanted to tell him I knew everything, I’d seen all the fucked up files he was playing me and I wanted no part of it.

But now wasn't the time. We were isolated out here and I still didn't know if I could trust Sandra. So there was no choice but to pretend, even if it made me cringe.

"Well let's go say hello then," Mike said, offering me his hand.

Reluctantly, I stood up and took it.

"Are you sure Jake?" Sandra asked. "You don't have to," she said.

"No, I want to. It'll be more fun," I assured her.

"Exactly, little boys love playing together," Mike added, gripping my shoulder and nodding as he said it.

He led me away from Sandra, who had simply shrugged and gone back to her book.

"Isn't it adorable, his bum all bare like that?" Mike said to me.

I'm sure my eyes went wide. I hadn't expected that comment at all. But he wasn't even done.

"Look, you can even see his noodle. See it, hanging between his legs?"

"Yeah, I… I see it," I answered, feeling so uncomfortable now.

Mike had stopped walking. He had us just standing there, watching the grown-down play.

"I bet that feels so, so comfortable. And it's okay for little boys like him. Little boys like you Jakey," he added, his other hand now gently patting the small of my back. "It's okay to be all naked at the beach. I actually think you boys are lucky. It's so cute, and it feels so good."

What could I say? I knew what he wanted now. He was pushing for me to give in to the suggestions he thought I heard last night. Getting me shirtless wasn't enough, he wanted me all the way.

"Y'know what? I bet you'd feel much more relaxed if you got those shorts and undies off, just like him. Then he'd see that you're a little boy just like him. He'd know it right away. Why don't you just take them off right now? Just hand them to me, and I'll pack them away."

Shit. This was a huge test and I was going to fail it. I couldn't strip down on the beach in front of people. And there was no way I was going to walk right up to these total strangers with my penis hanging right out, asking to play with their grown-down boy. I wouldn't be able to pull it off even if I wanted. I'd turn red as a tomato and he'd know I was faking.

"But… Sandra said…" I stammered, looking back at her.

"Don't worry about Sandra, I'll explain it to her. She'll understand. Little boys love having their pee-pees all nice and free. I know you want that. It's okay, just let me help you. Let's just slip these down," he suggested, his fingers beginning to slip into the waist of my shorts.

I twisted suddenly, getting loose from his fingers. "No Mike… I'm too shy," I said with a deep pout. "I… oh, it looks so comfy. But… I dunno why, I just can't. I'm sorry."

I hoped that was conflicted enough, that he would buy that I just needed the second night of the file.

Mike gave me an appraising look. I felt like I was being x-rayed. A long moment passed, and then he gave my shoulder a squeeze.

"Of course buddy, I understand. You're not ready for that yet. It's okay. Let's go meet your new buddy."

Had I really gotten away with it? I couldn't tell.

"Hi there," Mike greeted the couple on the beach towel. "Sorry to bother you, it's just that I have my little guy Jakey here. He's not at kindy today, and I think he's a little bored. So I thought it might be nice for him to play with your little boy."

The woman sunning herself in the bikini pulled down her sunglasses and looked us over.

"Well I think Andy would love to have a playmate," she agreed. "How old is your boy?"

"Four," Mike answered instantly, not mentioning I was in grown-up mode.

"Ah, well Andy is only two. But I reckon they'll get along fine."

"Excellent," Mike said, before turning to me again. "Jakey, you're going to have a great time playing with Andy there."

Then he stepped over to the grown tot and knelt down in front of him. Andy looked up from his digging to gape at the strange new grown-up.

"Andy, I want you to meet Jakey. He'd like to play with you today."

Andy looked up at me with that wide-eyed, innocent expression toddlers got. He didn’t know me at all, but he instantly accepted me as a playmate, offering me the plastic shovel. I knelt down too, taking the shovel from him.

He watched me for a moment, then grabbed his bucket and sat back on his bottom, running his hands through the sand and then resuming his play. He was too little in mind to actually play with me, he was just happy to play next to me.

"Aw, so sweet of him to share. You play nice now!" Mike told me before heading off.

So that was it, I was left to spend my day playing with this big two year old. And since I quickly noticed that Mike was repeatedly looking in my direction, watching me covertly, I had to pretend to actually enjoy it!

When Andy took off running aimlessly, I had to chase. When he giggled and screeched for absolutely no reason, I joined in, though less enthusiastically. When he turned somersaults in the sand, getting his hair all sandy, I sat and clapped.

I hoped that was enough, but my apprehension grew when I saw Mike heading back over to us a couple hours later.

“Hey there,” he said to Andy’s carers. “I just saw there’s a nice little nature trail through the bush, just over there, and I thought I could take the boys for a walk.”

The couple barely looked over at us before the woman answered. “I think Andy would like that. Just keep a close eye on him, he likes to run ahead.”

“Oh I will,” Mike assured her, turning to us. “C’mon Jakey, Andy, we’re going for a little walk.”

Reluctantly, I got up and followed behind Andy as he toddled over to Mike, nibbling idly at the tips of his fingers again.

“Is he okay going like this?” Mike asked the carers, gesturing to Andy’s nudity.

The man didn’t even look up from his book. The woman gave a dismissive wave with her hand. “Oh he’ll be fine. It’s not worth the struggle getting clothes on him. He’s got no self-awareness at all.”

Mike actually smiled as she said that. I felt terrible for Andy, but it was obvious Mike liked that idea and he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

“Okay boys, follow me. We’re going for a nice walk, but I want you to stay where I can see you. No running ahead, okay Andy?”

The dumbed-down man nodded. “Andy no wun,” he agreed.

“Good boy.”

The trail wound its way through the thick coastal forest. Andy clearly enjoyed it. Despite his promise he kept skipping ahead, a curious, amazed expression on his face.

“Biwdie!” he shouted eagerly, pointing to a pukeko crossing the trail.

Mike chuckled. “That’s right Andy, that’s a pukeko. Can you say that?”

Andy gaped a moment. “Poo-ee-po!” he chirped.

“Close enough. Good job buddy,” Mike praised.

Andy screeched and started running ahead again.

“Not too far ahead Andy, stay where I can see you,” Mike called after him.

Andy stopped and hopped up and down instead.

“Isn’t it cute how excited he is?” Mike said to me. “Don’t you want to run up there and join him? I think you’d like it, jumping up and down, getting all excited.”

There it was again, the suggestions. He wanted me all silly and excited, he wanted me running and screeching like Andy, like a little monkey boy. I hated myself for what I was about to do. But no one else was around to see it, and Mike needed to think it was working.

“Yeah, I wanna see the birdies too!” I announced, deliberately louder than was needed.

And then I took off, not running, but skipping the same way Andy did. I couldn’t help but notice the uneven, rock strewn dirt of the trail didn’t bother my feet at all. That’s how tough they’d already grown thanks to Mike. And now I was going to make a real idiot of myself, all for his benefit.

“I saw a birdie too, Andy!” I shouted to my new playmate, hopping up and down next to him, taking his hand, and pulling him along, racing ahead. Andy screeched, I joined in, letting out a high-pitched squeal of my own.

We rounded a bend and the dirt path suddenly changed. There must have been a little stream crossing here, because the path was all mud for the next fifty metres or so. I stopped in my tracks, and for a moment, so did Andy. He went slack-jawed, looking at the muddy ground, then he grinned even broader.

“Muddy!” he declared, rushing ahead and jumping into the mud with both feet, screeching and then squatting down to stick his hands in as well.

Mike would round the bend in seconds. I had no choice, not if I wanted to keep him convinced. I stepped into the mud, feeling the cool, dirty muck ooze between my toes, then trickle across the tops of my feet as I sank deeper into it. Yuck! It was worse than I’d even thought.

Andy grinned up at me, his whole bare body now flecked with the liquified dirt as he splashed his hands in it over and over. As Mike turned the corner, I forced a broad smile onto my own face, squatting down and shoving my hands into the cool, disgusting filth as well.

“Oh my goodness!” Mike declared. “Mud monsters!”

Andy loved that. He giggled and held up his muddy hands to show Mike. “Woaar!” he went, happy to pretend he was indeed a mud monster.

I couldn’t go that far. It was too much. Sure the fact I was playing in mud and smiling about it would be more than enough to convince Mike I was under his spell.

But then Andy turned to me, a cheeky look on his face. “Woooar!” he yelled again, and pounced at me, his filthy hands landing squarely on my chest, sending me backward into the mud, soaking my shorts in it, splashing it all over my bare back.

It was so unexpected, so sudden and cold and icky. “Hey! Don’t do that!” I yelled out.

Andy was oblivious to my anger though. He just kept on giggling and leapt on top of me, his heavy bare body now atop mine, squeezing me deeper into the muck. I struggled to get up, but it was so slippery and he was too heavy. Oh god, I could feel his penis actually pressing against my leg.

“Okay Andy, that’s enough, I don’t think Jakey likes mud wrestling,” Mike told him. “C’mon buddy, up we go,” he directed, taking Andy’s hand so he could stand.

“I’m a mess,” I declared angrily, unable to contain the real, raw emotions now. Thankfully that still made me look like a sulking child.

Mike nodded. “We better go back to the beach, get you cleaned up.”

Andy pouted, pointing up the trail. “Dat way,” he insisted.

Mike shook his head. “No Andy, we need to get Jakey cleaned up. His togs are all muddy.”

Andy looked at me and then pulled at the elastic waist of my board shorts. “Off!” he urged. Then he grabbed at his own penis, making it slick with mud in the process. “Be nakey!”

Mike looked at me hopefully, waiting to see if I would agree now.

But I crossed my arms and huffed, “No!”

“Okay, sorry honey, back we go,” he said, taking Andy’s hand now, directing the scowling young man back down the trail.

“Oh my goodness, what happened?” Sandra asked, when we got back.

“The boys found a muddy bit of the trail and some playful wrestling ensued,” Mike explained.

“Oh dear. Well, we better get you out of those muddy shorts,” Sandra told me.

I couldn’t help but look unhappy. “You mean, right here?” I asked.

She nodded, digging into her bag. “Mike, did you pack the spares like I asked?”

“Yep, they’re down the bottom,” he replied.

A moment later her hand emerged, holding a pair of Paw Patrol themed undies. “Shorts?” she asked.

Mike shook his head. “I didn’t think we’d need extra shorts.”

Sandra shrugged, offering me the undies.

They expected me to wear those stupid undies without shorts at all? No, that was too far.

“I’m not wearing those. I… I don’t like Paw Patrol. I want more trucks and diggers!”

There it was, a fussy little boy reason to refuse.

“Honey, it’s those, or you have to go bare bummed like Andy,” Mike told me.

“Nuh-uh. I can wash off the mud in the water,” I pointed out.

Mike frowned. Shit, had I just blown my cover by thinking too clearly? Whatever, the day was almost over, I’d done the best I could. I wasn’t getting changed here on the beach, and I wasn’t running around in Paw Patrol undies. I headed down into the water and watched the mud wash away. Mike didn’t say anything about it, just sat back down next to Sandra, going back to his book.

Andy came racing down to the edge of the water to join me and start a splash fight. So I spent the next hour keeping him entertained, keeping my distance from Mike.

I was exhausted by the time Mike finally came down and announced we were heading home. The lack of sleep was really catching up with me. But I only needed a little longer. Once we were home, I would get my phone, sneak out while they got changed, or after they went to sleep, and then I'd ring the police.

"You sure looked like you were having fun playing with that boy," Sandra noted as we walked back to the car.

"Yeah, he was really funny," I confirmed.

"And you're still feeling all big?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Oh… yeah, I'm fine," I assured her.

She didn't look convinced, but said nothing else.

The sun was already setting and we had a long drive back. I climbed in the backseat, glad to at least buckle myself in for once. Mike got in and we were on our way. The road was so twisty, it rocked me back and forth. I was so, so tired now. I just needed to rest my eyes.

My eyes flickered open. I was still so very tired though. Where were we? I saw motorway lights streaking overhead. Oh, we were back in the city then. I must have been out for a couple hours at least. And I wanted to drift back off.

But something was wrong. The pop music we always listened to in the car was gone. Instead… oh god… it was waves. I recognised it instantly. It was my special music.

I forced my eyes open. But my body felt so heavy. It took a huge effort just to focus my eyes. Mike was still driving, but had heavy headphones on. Sandra was sitting in the front passenger seat, fast asleep as well, and now I saw the noise cancelling earphones in her ears. Did she know then? Or had Mike waited for her to fall asleep and put those in?

Oh God, now I'd actually been listening to the tapes for a couple hours. But was it the same as the ones at home? I was still exhausted, but that was all. I didn't feel any of the pleasant fuzziness described on the forum. Was I horny? No. My penis was still nice and soft.

That was a relief. But something else was wrong. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was falling back to sleep! No, I had to fight it. But the lights overhead became flickers as my eyes blinked. And then… nothing.

I woke once again, but now to the very oddest sensation. I was moving, but not in the car. No, Mike was carrying me. He had his arm under my neck, the other under my knees, and we were going up the stairs in our house, down the hallway into my room. Finally he set me down in my bed.

"There we go," he said, clearly out of breath. "Safe and sound."

I kept my eyes closed, didn't move a muscle. Mike leant over me though, I could feel how close he was. I felt his warm breath next to my face.

"It's okay Jakey, you'll feel so much better in the morning," he assured.

Then I felt his lips, wet on my forehead as he pecked a kiss there. And then his footsteps receded and the door clicked closed. I counted to ten, then cracked my eyes. I was all alone.

Carefully, quietly, I rolled over, forcing my still heavy body out of the bed. As my knees hit the floor the waves music returned, but much louder now. He had really cranked it up.

I swore I could just about make out the voices hidden in the wave sounds. The exhaustion worsened instantly. Oh God, I was going to be overcome by sleep right here on the floor!

I fought against it, reaching for my hiding spot. My hands found nothing. I slid them left and right, I squinted in the darkness. No phone to call the police. No earphones to block the music, no charger, nothing.

Where were they???

Then it hit me. Mike hadn't been wearing water shoes. He hadn't really gone back for them. He searched my room. He found the phone and earphones. He knew the whole time. That's why we took the long route.

I hadn't been playing him today at all. He'd been playing me the whole time, humiliating me. And now he must have added a new file, something that made me so, so sleepy. Something to make my body way a ton.

I climbed back up onto the bed. Have I ever been this tired in my life? It took all my effort to keep my eyes open, keep thinking. I had no ability to move any further. I could only lie there in the dark, willing myself to stay awake.

It couldn't last. The waves were filling my head. And this time, unlike the car, I felt it. That pleasant, tingly fuzziness inside my head. It was like a soft onesie snuggling my brain.

This was what all those people in the videos I'd seen on Helping Hand experienced. I was hearing it now, feeling it now. I thought back to the stories of the one night miracles, the overnight transformations. That's what Mike was hoping for.

But it didn't always work in a day. Ethan was still smart after a full night of listening.

And none of those people knew what was happening, so they couldn't fight it. I knew. I just needed to hold on, just one night of exposure couldn't be enough when I was so strong willed and aware. Tomorrow they'd have to take me to kindy. And I'd tell the first teacher I saw. Then I'd get my justice, then I'd be saved.

To be continued...

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