The Three Diapered Amigos Book III: The Kidnapping - Chapter 6
The Three Diapered Amigos
Book III: The Kidnapping
Written by JD © August 2013
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Chapter 6: Mark's Interlude
Mark:
I awoke suddenly from a nightmare. In this nightmare I was being chased by a very bad man who wanted nothing more but to steal my eyes. The problem was, as soon as I woke up, I remembered the real live nightmare I was actually living. At least I was warm and somewhat comfortable. Well... that is except for the fact that I could feel someone's arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against their bare chest.
I was pretty sure it was the guy who kidnapped me who was holding on to me. Besides feeling his warm breath on the nap of my neck, I could also feel what I could only presume was his man package against the back of my diaper. It felt surprisingly large and rock solid as it was trying to jackhammer its way through my GoodNite. I wasn't sure if the guy was awake or if he was doing this in his sleep. Whatever it was, he kept trying to shove his monster thing through my diaper and he was also moaning. Suddenly the man tensed up and I felt something spraying all over my back and diaper.
"He yells at me to not pee his bed, and the first thing he does is pee all over it and me!" I grumbled slightly under my breath. "What a fucking asshole!" This last part I didn't say out loud as I wasn't sure if he was awake or not. I just thought it angrily to myself.
Several minutes went by, and I waited to see if the guy was going to get up to clean the bedding. Instead, he seemed to be breathing even deeper and when he started to snore loudly, I could finally tell that he was indeed asleep.
Feeling safer now that I knew he was asleep, I tried to see if I was able to move yet. Boy was I one happy camper when my toes and fingers moved, as my brain commanded them to. In fact, I could feel that I was now able to move all my muscles.
"Now if I could just find a way out of this guy's strong clutch on me." I thought to myself. At least I was now feeling positive since this whole mess started.
Slowly but surely, I found that if I wiggled slightly; I could slip though his arms gripping me. So I wiggled and slipped my diaper clad body towards the bottom of the bed. It was a long process as I was too afraid to try to move too quickly. Every once in a while the guy moved slightly and I was afraid he might of woke up or was about to. But after a few moments hesitation, when I was absolutely sure that the guy was asleep, I would once again start my journey towards the bottom of the bed.
Finally, I made it and was completely free of the guy. As I stood up wobbly for the first time since I was kidnapped on my own two feet, I felt hope! I reached up to remove the blindfold but hesitated. I knew I would need to see in order to escape but I was afraid. What if for some reason I failed in my attempt, I would take the chance of making the guy angry that I saw his face and he would probably kill me after all! In the end, it was the realization that he would probably kill me anyway that brought me to the decision of removing the blindfold.
As my fingers reached up to the back of my head, I realized for the first time that the blindfold wasn't made of cloth, but seemed to be made of some sort of heavy vinyl. I guess this explained why it never got soaking wet when I was in the shower. Of course at the time, I hadn't even consciously thought of it.
As my fingers explored it looking for a not or some sort of strap, I was at first stumped when I didn't find anything like it. For some reason I was having a hard time with my 11 year old mind, with figuring out that it had been stretched over my head and around my eyes. When I did finally realize this, I found it very difficult to stretch it enough to get it off. In the end though, with great determination from me, I was able to remove it and for the first time, see the place where I was being held.
It was dark but unlike with the blindfold darkness, I was able to see. This was due to my eyes being fully dilated from being covered. There was a little light emanating from the kitchen area. This made it easier for me to see my surroundings.
What I saw was what looked like one of those small efficiency apartments. My Uncle Joe lived in one for a few years and this one looked a lot like his. It was small and I could now see the small bathroom, which I had been washed in, off to one side. Another thing that I was happy to see was a digital clock. If it was right, it was about 3:30 in the morning. I still wondered though, what day it was and there was nothing in the room that could tell me this.
I saw the door which I presumed led me out of this place and ran straight for it. The door itself was made of metal, and from the sound of it, it was solid and not hollow like some doors. I reached for the nob and turned it. Even though the nob turned, I still couldn't open the door. That was when I noticed the lock above it, which needed a key.
Not knowing at the moment where the key was, I looked for another way to escape. I decided to check the place for windows. Strangely though, I could find no windows, not even in the bathroom.
While in the bathroom, I turned the light on so as to give more light out in the main room. I was too afraid at that moment to turn on a light in the actual large room, as I was afraid it would awake the guy who was still sprawled out on the bed snoring loudly. The light from the bathroom provided more than enough light to fully see the place. It also proved that the door was the only way out of here.
Wigging out, I desperately started to pound on the door and scream; in hopes of someone hearing me. I knew this act would end up waking the kidnapper, but I wasn't thinking straight. Maybe if I had, I would have actually thought of trying to find the key but at that moment I was thinking like the panicking little kid I was!
The kidnapper quickly awoke by the noise I was creating and started to laugh at my attempt to have someone hear me. "Go ahead boy, scream your lungs off! No one can hear you! Do you think I would be stupid enough to let you possibly escape?" He goaded me. "Just to let you know, this whole place is sound proofed!" At hearing this, I finally gave up my pounding on the door.
The guy just chuckled some more as he got up. "So, what am I going to do with you now? You shouldn't have removed that blindfold." He asked seriously and suddenly I felt like my life was in jeopardy! "Nope, you shouldn't have done that boy!"
A shiver ran up my spine and I was more afraid than ever. I decided that the best thing I could do though was try and not show it. So I put a brave face on and looked at my kidnapper angrily. "Well you are going to kill me anyway!" I shouted at him.
Again the guy chuckled to himself. "Yes that is probably true, but I wanted to have a little fun first!" He added.
Again I shivered in fear as the realization hit me that I might be close to joining the same place all those other boys went to after this guy was finished with them! I knew I had to think of something to convince this guy that he could still have his fun and allow me to live a little longer. I knew that every minute longer I remained alive, was another minute that those who were obviously looking for me could use to find me. I knew eventually if I wasn't found soon, I would be found dead. Of course with my blue eyeballs cut from my eye sockets.
"Mister, you can still have your fun, I swear I will behave." My voice trembled as I tried my best to convince him. A thought then occurred to me. I batted my eyes a little at the guy and gave him my cutest looking smile I could produce considering how scared I was. "You can even pretend I'm your baby boy." I said slyly, hoping that my boyish charm would work on him like it did with other adults.
I think the guy was buying it as he smiled. Of course I really looked the part right then in my soaked GoodNite. He no longer seemed to be disgusted at the idea of taking care of a baby. This led me to believe that he hadn't really meant what he said earlier. That it was just him trying to be jerk to me! I mean, he obviously loved causing me pain. Still, the pain was more welcomed than the idea of being killed.
I could see that it seemed to be working, so I again batted my eyes at him. "I was a very bad baby boy! I need a spanking!" I said. Of course I was terrified and I was sure the guy could see it! I think he liked it even better knowing that I was terrified!
"Maybe you got a point there kid! I should not only spank you for trying to escape, but also for going potty on yourself again!" He snickered.
Now I don't know why I said the next thing I did, but I guess you can chalk it up to being just a plain stupid kid. For some reason though, I did say it.
"I'm not the only one that peed!" I announced defensively. "You peed on me!" Even in my anger my voice trembled with fear.
The guy just looked at me and burst out laughing. "I didn't pee on you kid!"
"Yes you did!" Again I said this without thinking before I spoke. But I quickly found myself regretting what I said.
This just caused the guy to laugh some more which actually was making me get angry. When the guy finally got his laughter under control, he turned on a nearby light. The room was now filled with light.
"Come here!" The guy commanded me and not wanting to piss him off any more, I shakily complied. Don't get me wrong, I was still pissed off, but I was also afraid of what he might do.
As I got closer to him, he ordered me to turn around, which I again did as he asked. I then felt him scoop some of the wetness off my back where he peed. He then stuck the finger in my face and what I saw was something white and slimy looking on it.
"It is not pee, it is man juice!" The guy explained.
I wasn't sure what this man juice was but I could tell that it didn't look anything like pee. This just made me more confused.
The next thing that he did, disgusted me completely. Without warning, he stuck that finger in my mouth and made suck it off. I almost puked when he did this. Again the guy started laughing at my facial expression. I just couldn't believe he would stick something in my mouth that came out of his peepee.
"Tasted good, huh!" The guy laughed.
As I said, the whole thing disgusted me. He could see what it was doing to me and was loving it. As for the tast, it was awful bitter, salty, and definitely slimy tasting. Still, I wanted to keep the guy happy, so I quickly swallowed to get rid of the taste faster and tried my best to smile.
I tried my best to get the taste out of my mouth without spitting it back out.
"Want more!" The guy smiled evilly at me.
I was too busy being grossed out to answer him.
"Okay, maybe later!" Again the guy gave me that evil smile.
For the moment though, I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I wasn't going to have to immediately taste any more of his nasty man juice, as he called it!
The guy yawned which seemed to remind him what time it was. "Alright, it is late and I am tired and need by beauty sleep." At this he gave me a serious `I am not playing' look. "Right now you have a choice; you can come back to bed and sleep with me. Or I can chain you again in the bathtub." He found this threat funny and began to laugh.
Just the thought of being chained again in the bathtub was definitely something I did not want to happen. I was about to lay back down when I was remembered how wet my GoodNite was.
"I think I need a clean GoodNite first!" I told the guy in a shaky voice.
He eyed my diaper before agreeing. "They are in that bag on the table." And he pointed to the bag he was talking about.
I headed for the metal table, and it was the 1st time that I realized he had cleaned up the mess I had made all over it earlier. I didn't waste a lot of time with that thought though. I quickly found the package of GoodNites and pulled a new one from it.
As I pulled off the dirty one I wondered if the guy would allow me to clean up. Now naked I turned and asked. "Can I quickly wash the pee and your man juice off of me?" I gave him a pleading look.
The guy seemed to think about it and for that moment I thought he was not going to let me. "Alright, but be quick about it." He finally relented.
I didn't wait for him to change his mind. I ran to the small bathroom and quickly washed myself with a washcloth I found in the tub. Once I was done, I returned to the main room and put on the GoodNite that I had left on the table. Still very afraid, I reluctantly got back in the bed with the guy. The guy pulled me closer to him and put his arm around me again. This time though, he clung to me tighter than before.
As he turned out the light, he gave me a warning! "If you attempt to move out of this bed again without my permission, you won't live to regret it!"
All I could think about was that threat as I tried to go back to sleep.