Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Seven
After a couple weeks of this new routine Thomas was becoming quite fond of David, and David likewise of Thomas. David making breakfast and dinner for Thomas and doing his laundry had been more care than Thomas had received since as long as he could remember. Even when he was too young to do these things himself his mother never did any of it with a smile like David did. And David was fond of Thomas’s friendly and kind demeanor, Thomas was the most polite student David had yet encountered.
Thomas still had not gone and bought new clothes, he only had a little money left and didn’t want to spend any of it until after his first day at school when he would learn if there was any other books or supplies he needed to buy..
One morning breakfast was going normally, Thomas handled his glass well though David did note a little trembling, he didn’t spill it but when he set it down it did collide with the table more roughly than ordinary.
Thomas: “Sorry, didn’t mean to slam it.”
David: “it’s alright, I’m sure you’re just tired, maybe you didn’t sleep too well?”
Thomas: “Oh I don’t know I actually think I’ve been sleeping more deeply then usual, maybe I’m just not fully awake yet.”
They finished their breakfast Thomas being extra careful and slow with his glass and went on with their usual daily routine, this went on like this for more than a dozen days. Each day Thomas seemed a bit less confident with his glass, and a bit more shaky holding it, the number of times he set it back down too hard was increasing. In Thomas’s mind he chalked it up to the glass being so large and unruly, ‘if only the handle was not busted off’ he’d thought/tell himself, ‘then I could hold it much more easily’.
But it was not the missing handles fault.
Eventually Thomas started his classes, learning his campus and where his classes were was a new adventure and Thomas loved exploring the school grounds. after the last class ended Thomas had to go out and buy some more items that his first day had revealed to him would be needed for his classes, he ran his errands, returning home with what he needed and very little money remaining, he decided he’d just have to keep washing his single pair of jeans and shirt until he could get part time work. When he got home that night David was waiting in the living room, he immediately asked Thomas.
David: “So how was your first day at school?!”
Thomas: “Oh it was great, my professors are great they were all friendly and seemed wise but not arrogant, the classrooms were comfortable, the campus was beautiful I didn’t run into any bullies! Even the weather was nice!”
Thomas was suddenly struck by how cathartic it felt to say all that, he remembered then how it had been around 15 years since someone had asked him how his day at school was, he remembered all the days he’d come home and WISH his Mother would ask, but she wouldn’t, Thomas found himself looking at David feeling many conflicting feelings, the satisfaction of getting something he had long wished for was being overshadowed by his confusion at it coming from a stranger he’d only met some weeks ago, he was also confused at how natural it had felt, only realizing it was happening after the fact. Then his feelings were dominated by the resent that had brewed in him over his many years of his Mothers total indifference towards him. All this painted a somewhat sour look on his face.
David: “Well what’s wrong kiddo you just came in the door told me how great your day was then looked at me like I killed your cat!”
Thomas had to laugh at that
Thomas: “I’m sorry, you’re right, it was a good day, thank you for asking, I was just having a bad flashback, ancient history, sorry, rather not talk about it, it’s in the past, how was your day anyhow!”
David: “My day was another in the life of a retiree! I sat here and watched Dr who reruns all day! it was swell, maybe not quite as adventurous as yours though, tell me about your campus?!”
David was already very familiar with Thomas’s campus, he already heard this same speech from dozens of students that had come through his house in prior years, but he never tired of hearing it all anew, it wasn’t so much about what they had to say as it was about being there to hear it from them to see them being childlike in their enthusiasm and satisfaction. Not every student reacted this way to starting college but David loved it when they did and was happy to encourage it.
Thomas sat down and recounted the day in detail, David likewise shared the Dr who episodes he’d watched, pleased to see that Thomas was familiar with the show. They sat together on the couch the rest of the day/evening, Thomas didn’t have any homework being the first day and all.
After some TV watching David went to the kitchen and prepared dinner, when ready Thomas joined him and they had a nice meal, Thomas again held his glass with shaky hands, clanked his glass on the table roughly, and apologized each time. After dinner they watched TV for awhile longer until Thomas went to shower and to bed.
From there things settled into a nice routine, Thomas went to school after having breakfast with David, David always had it prepared just at the right time, David always had Thomas drinking a liter of orange juice, Thomas always had to go straight to the restroom by the time his bus got him to his school, barely making it to class on time as a result, often being the last one to enter the room and take his seat.
Thomas would get home and David would be right there asking him how his day at school was. Thomas relished being asked, but he was beginning to understand why his peers would treat this ritual like a burden or chore he could see it but it still didn’t feel like it to him, to Thomas it felt like finally someone cared about him, even if it was only a little. It was something.
If Thomas had homework he’d go upstairs first thing and finish it or make enough progress on it to be satisfied for a day if it wasn’t something that needed finished that night. then come down to eat dinner and spend the rest of the evening on the couch with David watching TV. or movies. Before heading to bed, David always kept Thomas’s big cup full, of either juice or water, occasionally he’d fill it with milk in the evening, and it would entertain him that night to hear Thomas getting up to pee usually twice on those nights, he was establishing more familiarity with Thomas’s biology.
Unbeknownst to Thomas, David had also found a hair from Thomas left in the bathroom, a single hair that still had the root attached, must have come out when Thomas was combing his hair, David carefully placed the hair in a vial, and brought it to his basement….
One Friday morning Thomas went down to breakfast and sat at the table, his meal already being plated before him. David was grinning, wondering if today was the day, like he’d wondered many previous days, he set besides the plate Thomas’s mug of orange juice, they sat and ate, when Thomas went for his mug he seemed to hesitate, he grabbed it with both hands and David could see a noticeable increase in the trembling, as Thomas brought it to his lips he collided with his front tooth just enough to be audible.
David: “Oh ouch, you OK? didn’t chip a tooth did you?”
Thomas: “No, just kinda hurt, not sure why I did that”
David: “No worries mate, those big cups can feel unwieldy at times I know, especially when still tired in the morning.”
As Thomas set the glass down he did not set it flat, it was on it’s edge, first it spilled a little at the top, in a panic he let go, hoping it would flatten itself since he was doing a poor job trying that himself, but instead the cup teetered in the other direction and fell over, spilling orange juice all over the table, and a significant amount went over the edge onto the carpet.
David concealed his glee like a professional actor, exclaiming instead.
David: “Oh no! Hey don’t worry about it I’ll clean it up you just stay right there, DON’T MOVE”! he barked like a command.
Thomas felt uneasy about this, he felt terrible to spill all over the dining table and the amount that went over the edge to the floor, at first David seemed not too upset but the ‘don’t move’ command had so much weight it seemed perhaps David really was upset and just holding it back.
Within minutes David had soaked up as much spill as he could with paper towels and had brought over what looked like a vacuum, David filled a reservoir in the vacuum with water and soap and before turning it on went back to the kitchen, moments later he came back from the kitchen and set before Thomas a large bottle, like a baby bottle, clear glass, no prints or patterns on it, with a silicone nipple on top, the nipple was clearly larger then a babies bottle, sized for an adult, it was huge, like the mugs, it looked like it held about a liter, and it’s width was equal to the mugs, meaning it would require two hands, it was filled with orange juice, Thomas’s eye were bulging at it in confusion, David declared.
David: “Well you know the rules, if you spill you must drink from the bottle for a week, you signed them in the lease I’m sure you remember right?”
As if not waiting for a reply David immediately turned on the vacuum, and began cleaning up the spill on the carpet, apparently the vacuum was actually a compact steam cleaner. David emptied and refilled it’s water reservoir a few times in the process ensuring it had fully removed the orange juice from the carpet.
Thomas gulped, it took a moment for the words to register past his swirling thoughts on what he gazed at. He waited for David to finish and turn off the steam cleaner and said.
Thomas: “Huh? that’s in the rules? I forgot, I might have missed that part.”
David: “Yes it’s in the rules, must I dig it out for you to read again? It hasn’t been that long…”
David sounded frustrated, David had just cleaned up Thomas’s mess for him. Thomas didn’t want to frustrate David, but this was too much, could he really agree to this?? ‘Well’ Thomas thought, ‘I guess I already have agreed to it, serves me right for not reading the rules more thoroughly, I guess it cant hurt me, no one will see me other than David who made the rule himself, if that’s his rules then so be it, what a strange rule, I guess it’s meant to punish people, to reinforce that they better not spill. Probably meant for party types more than me, but rules are rules and I don’t want to beg for an exception.’
Thomas wondered for a moment why David even had a bottle like this, then remembered David’s mention of a special needs nephew, must be from him Thomas supposed.
Not wanting to rock the boat, Thomas grabbed the bottle with both hands, it was just too big, and had no handles, Thomas was already blushing about how this looked, David didn’t seem to even be looking as if this was as ordinary as a Monday.
Thomas wondered how many college students David had witnessed drinking from this giant baby bottle to have come to regard it as so ordinary.
If Thomas only knew…..
Thomas put the nipple to his lips, inserted it into his mouth, and sucked, the juice spurted out hitting the back of his throat, this was certainly a new experience, Thomas felt his whole body blushing with shame, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, did David really say this would be for a whole week! Thomas was beginning to wonder what else was in those rules he did not read…
Then Thomas realized he’d been here many weeks now, and had seemingly not broken any rules until now, so perhaps it didn’t matter, he’d only need to put up with a nipple for a week and then things would be back to normal, he’d just need to be extra careful not to spill anymore, especially in the mornings when he was groggy.
Thomas continued suckling at the nipple, he began developing a rhythm, realizing he needed to hurry as the mornings catastrophe had made breakfast take longer than usual, so he kept the nipple in his mouth trying to quickly finish the liquid, his meal already nearly complete anyway.
He eventually got the rhythm down, breath while suckling, once there’s enough in the mouth then swallow, repeat, he was suckling pretty hard at the nipple surprised it took this much effort to drink from a bottle, his humiliation still burned but it was beginning to wane, ‘after all’ he had said to himself ‘I’d better get used to it if it was going to be this way for a week’.
He rushed glancing at the clock as he went, nursing his bottle for dear life, he didn’t have long if he didn’t want to miss his bus. he didn’t want to waste orange juice leaving it unfinished, that felt like it would just be further insult to injury to David to waste his groceries like that after making a mess all over David’s table and carpet.
Thomas’s upbringing had involved a lot of guilt from his Mother any time food or drink was wasted.
Mother:”there are starving children all over the world who would kill for what you are wasting”
Was the words ingrained on his mind, he’d heard it enough for it to echo in his thoughts every time he saw food or drink being neglected, he didn’t resent it, he knew on some level it was right not to be wasteful, even if his mother was actually disguising her own selfish intent to not waste money on food that wasn’t being eaten. though he certainly wished, when full, that he could summon one of those starving children and share what he didn’t want.
Thomas managed to drain the last drops with a couple minutes left to exit the house, he swallowed the last remnants of his meal in one last gulp, David volunteered to take care of his plate aware of his time crunch.
David: “You know how about you set your morning alarm for 20 minutes earlier from now on so you won’t ever have to worry about being late, may as well set an earlier bedtime too to match.”
Thomas didn’t have time to disagree he muttered thank yous for cleaning his mess and cleaning his plate, slipped his shoes on and rushed out the door.
David took notice of how the kid did not ever untie his shoes, just slipped them off, so he could slip them back on without tying them again.
‘This kid needs Velcro’ David thought. ‘eventually’. he concluded.
For the whole bus ride to school that day Thomas reflected on drinking the bottle, on how embarrassing it was, on how David didn’t seem phased in the least, it didn’t seem David even once looked at him as he did it, then Thomas thought on how it felt, the nipple in the mouth, the suckling, what an odd experience, is this how babies felt when they drank?
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Seven.
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