Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Eight

Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Eight

The rest of the day went much the same as usual, Thomas rushed to the bathroom the moment he got off the bus, making it just in time, got to class just a bit late, and tried to focus on his studies, occasionally his mind would wander back to that morning, but he tried not to think about it.

Lunchtime came and Thomas realized he’d run out of money, he did not buy a meal plan when working out his student loans, he thus far had been buying each day with what little he’d had remaining. Now with no money he’d have to skip lunch.

He went through the rest of his day normally except hungry.

When he got home he went straight to the kitchen (remembering of course to first take off his shoes at the door).

He grabbed what ever he could snack on from the fridge, David saw all this.

David: “Decided to skip lunch I take it?”

Thomas: “Oh uh, well, to be honest, I’m on a tight budget and kind of can’t afford to keep buying lunch everyday so today figured I’d just skip it to save money.”

David: “Oh you should have said so sooner! Id be happy to pack a lunch pail for you to take to school each morning!”

Thomas: “Oh man you already do so much for me making my meals, I can’t ask you to make my lunch also!”

David: “Thomas seriously it’s my pleasure, I enjoy taking care of you, it makes an old retiree feel useful, like I’m still important to someone, please allow me to make you lunch.”

Thomas: “Well, alright, if you insist, I really appreciate it, that will save me a lot of money.”

Truth was Thomas had no more money, and the only income he had was from his Mother exactly what he needed for rent, no more, he’d be broke from here on unless he could find part-time work somewhere.

David: “Think nothing of it, you’re doing me a favor by letting me do it, I’m happy to be of help to someone. So other than starving, how was school today? Anything interesting occur?”

Thomas stopped snacking, sat down on the couch and shared the usual small talk with David about his day and vise versa, and then went upstairs and did his homework.

The evening went normally except at dinner out came the giant baby bottle again, Thomas did not protest but did not touch it until his meal was nearly done, his throat was parched, he couldn’t stall it any longer he needed a drink, so trying to get it all over with in one move he grabbed the bottle shoved the nipple deep in his mouth and suckled quickly trying to finish it completely, fast.

David: “Whoa little slugger is thirsty today, take your time no need to rush.”

Thomas blushed furiously at this, he felt two feet tall, but he did not respond, he didn’t want to pause to talk he just wanted to finish the bottle and get it over with.

After what felt like forever the bottle was emptied, he finished off the last of his meal, put his plate in the sink, rinsed it, and went to the couch for TV.

When David joined him he handed Thomas the bottle, now refilled with milk, Thomas realized his mistake.

David always kept his cup full, devoted to hydration, usually Thomas brought his cup from dinner not totally finished to the couch and made it last until bed, having finished off the bottle at dinner meant it had to be refilled and he’d have to drink it down all over again.

Worse still, this time it was filled with milk…. making him feel like even more of a baby, having to drink a bottle full of milk on the couch beside David….

He decided he didn’t want to suckle from it occasionally all evening long, he rather get it done in one moment, to minimize the embarrassment, but if he did so too soon David would refill it again.

He considered asking David to just not refill his cup anymore but that felt like it’d be rude, David was just trying to be kind, to keep him hydrated, and thus keep him healthy, it was a level of care he’d been sorely neglected from his single Mother, he did not want to reject that care, he liked it, so Thomas decided he had only one option, let the bottle sit on the coffee table, staring at him, until the evening was near bedtime, then drink it down in one moment, and that’s how the evening went, watching TV. with Thomas staring at the television beyond the bottle, with it in his line of sight, trying to ignore it’s ever constant presence in his vision.

David: “remember this morning you agreed to an earlier bedtime so you could get up earlier and no longer be rushed to finish breakfast right? so if you get up 20 minutes earlier you should go to bed at least 20 minutes earlier”

Thomas had forgotten, he decided not to argue it, it was true it’d be better not to be rushed in the morning, especially with the extra time it would now take to finish off a liter sized bottle through a small hole in a nipple, besides, it was only 20 minutes,


Thomas pulled out his mini notepad he kept in his pocket, and made the alterations to his schedule. Here is his new schedule.

Wake up at 5:30 am.
into shower by 5:40 am.
out of shower by 6:00 am.
sat down for breakfast by 6:20 am.
leave house at 7:10 am.
get on bus at 7:20 am roughly, bus may be late or early.
Get to school 7:40 am roughly depending on bus.
class begins 8 am.
classes end 4pm.
at bus stop by 4:20 pm.
back home by 4:40 pm roughly depending on bus,
finished homework by 6:30 pm roughly.
finished dinner by 7:30 pm roughly.
TV. time until shower at 8:20 pm.
bed at 9pm.


Thomas looked over his schedule, he realized there was no way he could squeeze work time into this schedule, he would just have to try to find a job that would let him work only on his weekends.

David noticed Thomas holding a notepad, he saw what looked like a schedule written on it.

David: “You mind if I take a look at your schedule there?”

Thomas didn’t mind, he handed it over.

David: “I love that you are so organized with your time, also it’s a good thing you have yourself getting at least 8 hours sleep, that’s an important rule!”

David handed the schedule back and resumed TV watching.

Thomas was lost in thought about what David had said, was getting 8 hours sleep each night really in the rules? Just how much else was in those rules he had failed to read!, Thomas felt relief that he had already intended to sleep 8 hours anyway, he always hated getting any less then that, and he didn’t want to know what the punishment for breaking that rule was if it was anything like the baby bottle punishment he was currently stuck with. One day down, only 6 more days Thomas reminded himself, well, one day down after he finished the last bottle that is, he glared at it still sitting on the coffee table between him and the TV, it felt like it glared back at him.

After some more TV watching bed time drew near, David got up and grabbed the bottle and took it with him to the kitchen, Thomas wondered if he’d been sparred the bottle, thrown some mercy, but that hope was dashed when 5 minutes later David returned with the bottle and put it right into Thomas’s hands.

David: “there, that bottle had become lukewarm, I’m sure that wouldn’t be pleasant to drink lukewarm milk, it’s nice and hot now, not too hot of course, I know it tastes different then when it was cold but it’ll be better than lukewarm and it’s easier to heat it than it is too cool it back down.”

David was right Thomas could feel the warmth of the bottle in his hands.

Thomas couldn’t remember if he had ever in his life drank milk warm, it certainly was compounding his embarrassment, drinking milk from a giant baby bottle was humiliating enough but now David had warmed it up for him too!

He had little choice in the matter and the time was upon him anyway so before it could get lukewarm again he put the nipple to his mouth and began suckling, trying to get it over with.

He was surprised to find that warm milk was actually pleasant to drink, very easy to go down, didn’t seem to bother the taste buds at all, and being so warm he could almost convince his mind he was simply drinking tea.

David took his seat and kept his eyes on the TV., he knew it was important not to stare at Thomas, he desperately wanted to watch him drink his bottle, it thrilled him to see this young man regressing one step at a time, Thomas had given up making his own meals, his own laundry and now was drinking exclusively from a baby bottle, one responsibility down at a time. David knew staring would only make Thomas even more self conscious of his debasing act, so David kept his focus on the TV show, acting as normally as could be, commenting here and there on the episode he was watching just as he normally would.

Thomas was relieved that drinking a giant warm milk bottle in front of David didn’t seem to phase him, Thomas again wondered to himself how many times David had to put up with this with his prior residents spilling things and being punished before he got to this point that it was so ordinary to him, well if David could find it ordinary then Thomas would try too as well, even if only to make it feel less embarrassing.

Thomas finished his bottle, overwhelmed to down so much warm milk at once, he was getting more used the quantity then in the first days but it still made him feel bloated, and being warm this time made him feel very lethargic, he was looking forward to sleep, he didn’t even bother checking the clock, he simply got up and went to his routine of shower then bed, leaving the empty bottle on the coffee table, David hadn’t complained about him leaving empty cups there before, so he seemed safe to continue to do so, besides the less he had to hold or interact with that thing the better in Thomas’s mind.

That night after Thomas had gone to bed, David snuck into the room quietly like a thief in the night, he knew how to move silently, he crouched over the boy who was sleeping with his face to the wall and his left shoulder sticking out toward the room, David applied some kind of gel from a tube onto a cotton ball and rubbed it around on Thomas’s shoulder, the gel was designed to numb the skin, David then stuck a needle into the spot and injected the boy with a concoction of David’s own making, the boy felt nothing, the skin sufficiently numbed, he remained sound asleep as David exited the room…

The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Eight.

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