The Three Diapered Amigos III Part 11
The Three Diapered Amigos
Book III: The Kidnapping
Written by JD © August 2013
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Author's Note: This chapter contain some petting and kissing between Craig and Mark. The ongoing growing closeness between the two boys is one reason they grown closer in this chapter. The biggest reason though is due to the situation they are in. They have been kidnapped and taken away from all their loved ones. The 2 of them are all they have and instinctively, they reach out and start to explore that new budding love that they are feeling for each other.
With that said; I want it understood; this story is not going to become a sex story, as the boys are in my opinion too young to go beyond the petting and kissing stage. There of course will still be the sexual element between them and the kidnapper but from this point it will be done in a way to minimize description of actual sexual acts.
JD
Chapter 11: Craig's Story
Craig
"Wher... where am I?" I mumbled as I sat up and rubbed my eyes and tried to focus.
The problem was, no matter how hard I tried, everything remained blurry and distorted as hell. Something else that wasn't helping at all; was this loud buzzing sound that seemed to be coming from every direction! I wasn't sure what was making it, but I knew that I wanted it to stop right then and there! The sound reminded me of street workers using jackhammers. Except there wasn't just one, there seemed to be dozens of them and they all seemed to be inside my head, jackhammering away!
"Please stop! It hurts!" I cried out and covered my ears.
I couldn't even hear my own voice over the racket and at first I thought that was due to the unseen people making the noise. I kept my ears covered but I found that wasn't making any difference at all. Then understanding suddenly came to me and I realized with great discomfort that the noise was all in my head; there was nothing that I could do to shut it off. As the pain became intolerable, a few tears escaped and rolled down my cheek.
I was so caught up in my feelings and pain, that when I felt someone put their arms around me, I about crapped myself. In fact, if I hadn't done so in my sleep earlier, I am sure I would have done so then. I did pee, and from the wet spot I felt under me, I could tell that my diaper had at some point failed miserably.
Getting over my initial fright, I tried to see who was hugging me but I was still having trouble focusing my eyes. Everything was fuzzy and just vague blobs of shapes and colors. I really wasn't able to focus any better than that. This kind of scared me as I have never experienced anything like this before with my eyesight. As the fear that my sight was gone for good and that I would never see again overcame me, more tears made their way down my cheeks.
The arms that were wrapped around me gently squeezed me even tighter. I wasn't sure who this person was and felt at a great disadvantage with not being able to hear or see. For all I knew, this was a play on my emotions, used only to snare me in some sort of trap. Of course this really didn't make sense but at that moment my head hurt too badly to be able to think clearly. Of course it was possible that there was nothing bad about this person at all. It did feel like the person was trying to comfort me. Especially when that person pulled me closer to them, and I felt a tingle as our bodies began to make contact. He/she also didn't seem to mind that I was saturated in my own piss.
In those first few moments as I lay in my mystery person's embrace, I continued to wonder who they were. As badly as I wanted to know the answer to that question, there was another question that I found equally important. Ever since I woke up from my dream, something did not feel right; somehow I knew I was not in my bed or in my house. So this of course led me to the obvious question. What I wanted... no, what I needed, was to find out where I was and what the world was going on! I knew that I needed to try and get up and somehow find out where I was. Of course it didn't make sense trying this when you consider the fact that I couldn't see or hear anything.
I pulled away from the person's embrace and repositioned myself in the bed so that I could slide out of it with my feet on the floor. Before I could fully reposition myself though, I was once again grabbed and this time was pulled back with more force than I was prepared for.
I continued to try to get up, but was easily held down on the bed by the other person. This started to make me wonder if he was bad after all. Anyway, due to how rotten I was feeling, I soon ran out of strength and finally stopped struggling as I tried to catch my breath. I did learn one thing, I was to remain in the bed; at least this is what the mystery person demanded and for now I got the picture. I would have to wait until I was feeling better and hopefully have the return of my senses before I tried to get out again. Exhausted and out of breath, I laid there until my breathing returned to normal.
Once my racing heart and breathing slowed, I again pulled myself out of the hands that held me down. I think the person allowed it, as I felt their hands loosen but remained on me lightly until they were sure I wasn't going to try and get out of bed again. This time, I just sat up with my back against the headboard of the bed. There was a gentle tug to get me to lie back down, but this time it wasn't very forceful and I chose to refuse to let the person force me back down. Using the headboard for support, I just sat there and tried to regain my strength. My hope was; that if I gave myself a few minutes, that maybe I would feel a little better. The problem was, I was feeling worse and even though I really didn't want to, I was starting to think that I needed to lie back down.
It wasn't until I felt the glass off cool water at my lips; that I even realized that the person had left my bedside. The cool water felt refreshing as I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until it entered my mouth. I finished the whole glass and held it out and asked for more. When the glass was taken then brought back to me refilled, I greedily drank that one as well. I was offered another glass but by this time my thirst had been pretty much quenched, so I only drank a few sips when I told the person I was done.
As I said, I wasn't feeling too swift. At least my thirst had been quenched but I was becoming more tired by the minute. At first I wondered if I had been drugged when given the water but those thoughts didn't linger long because let's face it, I was just exhausted and I just didn't have the energy to think of conspiracy theories right then!
Half asleep I felt myself being stripped out of my clothes. I kind of remember fighting the person when they started removing my pants, as I didn't want them to see my diaper. I don't know why I was so worried when I was soaked in my own piss. Somehow they got my pants off and even before I knew it, my diaper too. I was now naked as a jaybird. They then helped me out of bed and to stand up. I sorta remember being led over to a chair where I was sat down for a while. I remember thinking at one point that I better not pee as I didn't have a diaper on. Honestly, I couldn't tell you how long I sat in that chair before someone finally came back and washed me up. It wasn't until being washed that my mind finally noticed that I had been sitting on top of my diaper in the chair all along because I had pooped in it, the diaper that is. I actually woke up a little as I was cleaned up. I felt the diaper being used to wipe as much of the excess poop off of my butt as possible. From there, the rest of the job was done with a warm wet soapy washcloth, which he/she had to rinse out a few times. Finally, I was helped into what was obviously a pull on diaper of some sort.
Again, I am not sure how long it all took as I was half asleep at first and started to wake up a little while cleaned. By the time the diaper was put on me though, sleep was starting to take my mind again. One of the last things my sleepy mind noticed as I was helped back into bed was that it (the bed) was now dry. All signs of my earlier bedwetting were now gone. Minutes later, I was asleep.
There was one last thing I do remember as the darkness surrounded me; it was a sudden warmness in my new diaper as I soaked it and a thought. "I hope my new diaper will make it through the night!"
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I was walking through our neighborhood on a cloudless night. The only thing that lit up the streets, were the corner street lamps. and for some reason they seemed to be working at about a third of their luminosity. This meant that the streets were very dark this particular night and with it past 2am there was no one up, as this is a family neighborhood that usually is in bed at the latest by midnight. I am not sure why I am out by myself so late wandering the neighborhood. What was even stranger and more embarrassing was the fact that I was stripped down to just my diaper. I guess you can say, that the fact that the light was so dim and it was so late, worked in my benefit. Still I didn't want to take any chances of being spotted in just a diaper, so I stayed to the shadows and darted from one hiding spot to the next. No matter how hard I tried though, for some reason I couldn't find my way home.
Don't get me wrong, I knew where I lived and I knew where I was at, but it was as if the rules of reality changed and all of a sudden instead of showing up at home, I ended up somewhere else in the neighborhood. This kept going on and on and I started to worry that I was never going be able to find home again! I wasn't sure what black magic was involved here, all I knew was that somehow, I needed to escape this spell. So, over and over, I tried to find home. I even started to use ways that I knew would not possibly take me home and of course they didn't. Then again, they didn't take me where they were supposed to either. I now knew for sure that there was no way that I was going to find home by the direct route. It also wasn't looking good for the indirect route either as well!
Suddenly things felt different, I felt as if I was being followed. An unexplainable fear arose in me; though I am sure it had a lot to do with how mysterious everything had been this late night. Now add to that, there was something out there in the shadows following me, just out of sight. It was becoming downright creepy and scary, in fact it was terrifying!
I had enough of this for one night. I was 3 blocks from home and I knew the house in front of me belonged to an older couple and their adult son who is mentally handicapped and couldn't care for himself. I had never been in their house before and never really talked to them other than to say hi but difficult times called for difficult measures.
I ran towards the front porch and started to bang on their door. You would think as much as I was beating on that door, someone would have come to investigate, to at least see who was making all the noise. This was not the case though, as the house remained dark and quiet. Not one person came to see who was banging at their door; it was as if no one was home. I am not sure why I did what I did next; I guess it was because I felt my life was being threatened. Whatever it was, it made me do something that I normally would never do and that was to enter someone's house without permission.
The door knob turned easily in my hand, which for some reason I didn't seem surprised to not find locked. As the door swung open and I walked inside the house, I expected to see the dark living room of the home of the people that lived here, but instead I walked into that of my brightly lit 5th grade classroom and immediately forgot what led me to this point. All I knew was, that school was still in session. It seems that summer break must have been some sort of dream as it hadn't happened yet.
I no sooner started for my chair when the whole class broke out in laughter. It wasn't until one of the boys started hollering at me about my diaper that I realized why everyone was laughing. Now you heard of people having their worst nightmare come true, where they forget to put on their clothes before going to some event; in my case, school. Well I did something even worse. I walked into class with just a diaper on. A very well used diaper I might as well say.
Anyway, now everyone in the class was breaking up laughing at me. I was like one big joke and I was really feeling pretty awful over it all. Even my teacher Mrs. Smith started to make fun of me, which really didn't make sense as that wasn't the type of person she was. I think it was this inconsistency that made me remember something; I started to remember that I was somewhere else before I entered the classroom. As the classroom continued to be filled with laughter at my expense, I began to remember trying to find my way home and not being able to. As this memory became clearer in my mind, the rest of previous events came back to me and I remembered being followed by something dark and dangerous and how I entered someone's house illegally, trying to escape it. My mind tried its best to have this all make sense but as it tried it became more conscious causing the dream world to lose its hold on me. So as the world around me began to fade and turn to smoke, my conscious mind now awake was able to finally realize what going on around me... That this had all been just a nightmare!
"What the..." I sat bolt upright and panted through heavy breaths.
I opened my eyes and winced from the throbbing pain in my head... Somehow... I am not sure just how... But somehow... I just knew that I was going to find out that I was no longer in my own bedroom. Of course I was hoping that it was too, all part of the dream, but I didn't think this was the case. Sure enough, my eyes proved me right. What I saw was an unfamiliar room, which almost looked like a little apartment. The only light was a reading lamp on the stand next to the bed; it was enough to allow me to just make out the small place.
As I sat there I tried to remember the events from last night, it didn't help that I had a pounding headache. Trying to ease the pain in my forehead, I massaged it with my fingers while praying for relief. As for recalling the events from last night (I am guessing it was last night as I am not sure if it is morning yet or not.), at first I founding it a little difficult, but slowly the memories did come back to me. Besides my aching head I had the worst taste in my mouth, that for now I would have to live with.
A small movement next to me brought my attention back to the bed itself; there beside me, sound asleep, was someone else. I tried to carefully maneuver myself to see who it was, but due to the fact that they were covered with blankets and facing away from me, this was not easy. Yes I could have pulled the covers off the sleeping form next to me; I could have even got out of bed and gone around to the other side, but I was too afraid of doing either of these things in fear of waking whoever it was, up!
No... Instead, I allowed fear to dictate what I was going to do and for the next hour or so... Hell I didn't know how long as I didn't have a watch and didn't know where the clock was, if there was one. I did know I was starting to get a little hungry and wondered if it was later than I thought. Anyway I just sat there too scared to move in fear of waking up the other person in bed with me.
As for how late it was, I had been assuming that it was still very early in the morning, like somewhere around 3 or 4 am because of how dark it was in the apartment room. Then I wondered if it was dark because the shades were drawn or maybe they were one of those people who painted their windows black.
As my eyes adjusted more, I did finally make out the door to the place and I considered making a run for it. It was only a few feet away and I was sure that I could make it to the door and out before the sleeping person even noticed. Of course my feet wanted to make a run for it, but my brain knew better. It demanded that stealth was a better course of action; so slowly and carefully, I got out of bed and crept across the floor until I reached the door. As I began to turn the knob, I was all prepared to make my escape; that was until I found out that the door was locked and needed a key to open it. Of course I should have realized it wouldn't have been that easy!
I looked back over towards the bed at the sleeping form, wondering where the key might be. I considered checking around the bed but surprisingly there didn't seem to be any clothing at all on the floor except my own, which I recognized. For a moment I considered trying to check the person out as he might have the key on him but I found myself lacking the courage needed to go through with it. I knew it was a long shot but it was possible that the key could be somewhere else in the apartment.
Desperate, I started quietly searching the small apartment. I looked everywhere I could for the key without turning on any light, which of course made my job of finding it even more difficult. In my search I did come across a hamburger and even though I was a little hungry, I decided not to eat it as I had no idea what it may contain. I also found the clock and was able find out what time it was, well that is if the clock was right. At one point I ended up dropping something by accident and for a moment, I thought I might have woke up the sleeping person, but they just moved a little then seemed to go right back to sleep. In the end, I was not able to locate any key at all, of course that didn't mean anything as I was doing this search in almost complete darkness.
With my search over, I did not know what else to do. I was trapped in this place with another person who could be the one who brought me here, or, who could be someone trapped here just like me. The problem was, I didn't know for sure which one was true. Fear and instinct were the driving forces controlling me and they dictated that my safety was better if I were to go back to bed. A part of me wanted to use my advantage and try and take the other person while he was asleep but common sense told me better! So far I had been left alive while in bed, so in bed I should be safe, was what my instinct was saying to me. So I went and crawled back into bed and I am not sure but I think I might have even gone back to sleep at some point.
I would have stayed in that bed if it hadn't been for the sudden need to poop. In fact, I had to go pretty badly and remembering that I was wearing some type of pull on diaper, I decided that I might be better off using the toilet instead of it. Of course I considered using the diaper just because I was too afraid to try tempting getting out of bed again, but the thought of sitting next to someone I didn't know in a shitty diaper, did not seem appealing to me. I figured I was able to get out of bed once; I could probably get out again. Anyway, all of this thought about my diaper of course also made me think about the condition of it and so curious, I reached down and felt the front of it and even though it was pretty bloated, amazingly it seemed to have contained all of my pee.
As carefully as I could, trying my best not to wake the sleeping person, I again got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. I had of course found it in my early search of the apartment. Having to go pretty badly, I quickly made my way inside and closed the door behind me. I had to go so bad in fact, that by the time I got to the toilet, my turd was already crowning and threating to drop in my diaper. I quickly dropped the GoodNite and sat down just as the first turd dropped from my butt.
"Boy that was a close call" I whispered to the empty bathroom.
While sitting on the toilet, I noticed the full trash can with several other GoodNites along with my soiled Diaper from last night in it. Since I didn't think the key would be in the trash, I of course hadn't bothered looking in it earlier.
"Hmm, might as well go ahead and dispose of it now." I thought as I pulled my feet out of the diaper then tossed it into the over flowing trash can.
You know, maybe some might think I was stupid but I really think I have a good excuse. I was all messed up when I woke up the first time and then when I woke up the 2nd time I was so scared that I chose not to do any close up checking, so I really didn't notice anything. The truth is though, even with all those excuses, I still had several clues to who the other person was but I wasn't able to put them together until I saw all those diapers in the trash can. It was then that my mind started to spin and I was able to really think, even with my pounding head.
"The other person's a kid!" I suddenly realized as the wheels and gears inside my head started to turn. I remembered how comforting the person was last night and had the final piece. "This kid was not only someone who needed diapers, and from the look of the GoodNites in the trash, he definitely needed diapers, but he was also a captive like me." I came to my final conclusion. "So that means that the other kid is at least a bedwetter, and from the looks of some of these diapers a pants pooper as well, like me!" I thought excitedly. Then I had another thought but this one was not a good one and left me feeling pretty scared. "That means he or she, has been kidnaped just like me!"
A part of me wanted to go out right then and there and wake up the sleeping kid and let them know how much I appreciated what they did for me last night. I also wanted to see what they knew and find out if there was any way to work together, to escape this hell hole! Of course the other part of me wanted to let the poor kid sleep. I didn't want to be rude, besides I had no idea what it had been like for that kid while they had been here and I just didn't want to make their life any more difficult. Anyway, I now knew that there was nothing to fear from the sleeping person in the bed. There was another thing that stopped me from rushing out there as well. A part of me wanted that kid to be Mark and I knew that was very unlikely. In fact, it was a very slim chance and I was afraid of getting my heart hurt when I found out it wasn't him. So I guess, in a way, another type of fear kept me from rushing out there.
As I finished pooping, I decided on taking a shower for now as I was pretty sure I stunk after peeing all over myself last night. So after wiping my butt clean and flushing the toilet, I started the shower. Checking the water, I adjusted the temperature and once it was just right, I stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water wash over me.
For the next 15 minutes or so, I scrubbed my skinny self, clean. When I finally did get out, the steam from the shower had fogged the mirror so after drying myself off, I had to dry it off as well in order to get a good look at myself. After looking around, I was able to find a plastic comb and used it to comb my wet hair. I also found toothpaste and a brand new toothbrush in the package. I decided to open the package and use the toothbrush. There were several other packages of brand new tooth brushes as well, so I wasn't too afraid that I would get in trouble for doing this. I was still having a problem with that awful taste in my mouth and I was hoping that maybe if I brushed my teeth that it would help make it go away. Unfortunately, I was out of luck when it came to mouthwash. I had actually come across all these things earlier in my search, so I knew they were already there, well that was except for the comb, that one I missed and I am glad I found it on my 2nd search of the drawer.
With the towel wrapped around my waist, I opened the bathroom door and went back out into the main room to get my clothes from last night. As I already figured, they were still soaked. With nothing better to do and not wanting to go around with only a towel to wear, I decided to try and wash my clothes by hand. I gathered them up and brought them back into the bathroom where I filled the tub with hot water. Then using bar soap I began the hard process of cleaning my shirt and shorts. I probably didn't do the best job in the world but I swear that by the time I was done that my clothes no longer smelled of my piss.
Once I had them washed. I rinsed the soap out of them thoroughly. I then tried to wring as much water out of them as I could. After that, I draped them from a couple of the towel bars in the bathroom so that they could dry. My only hope now was that they would dry quickly. For now though, all I had was the towel or at least that was what I thought until I went back out to the main room and happen to notice the package just next to the end of the bed.
As I got closer to the bed, I confirmed my suspicion. The familiar blue package was of course a package of GoodNites. Boy did I feel relieved to see that. Not only because I wouldn't be naked now, but also because I would be protected if I had an accident. The last thing I would want to happen is to end up having a wetting accident and peeing all over the floor. It is one thing to have to wear a diaper, but another thing to embarrass yourself, by making a loud noisy puddle on the floor!
I reached down and pulled a GoodNite from the noticeably half-filled package on the floor. Don't ask me why, but I went back to the bathroom where I took off the towel and hung it back up. I then stepped into the new GoodNite and pulled it up and over my small little boyhood, letting the waist band snap in place.
When I came out this time, I noticed that the person in bed had turned towards me and had partially uncovered themselves. I could now see who the kid was and my heart filled with a warmth that just can't explain. At first I was sure I was seeing things and couldn't believe my eyes, but after rubbing them and taking another look, I was sure.
It of course was my missing best friend Mark!
"He's alive and right in front of me!" My mind and heart shouted happily to itself.
I was no longer considering letting Mark sleep. Now that I knew that it was Mark and that he was alive, I had to wake him up! There were of course many questions I had and I wanted the answers now, not later. In my excitement, I had totally forgotten my pounding headache; all I cared about was that my friend was there in front of me... Alive! Without a second's more thought, I ran to the bed and to one of my best buddies in the entire world!
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"MARK... MARK WAKE UP!" I shouted as I shook my friend awake.
"You don't have to shout!" Mark growled as he sat up, yawned, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Then as he noticed me standing there at the bedside staring at him, he broke down crying. "You're okay?" He asked through his tears.
I couldn't stand watching Mark cry as it made me want to cry too. Wanting to make him feel better I sat on the side of the bed next to him and pulled him to me, hugging the tears and pain out of him just as he did for me. I felt it was my job as his friend to hug away all of Mark's tears and to reassure him that I was definitely okay.
"Yes Mark, I am fine now. Other than a headache and this awful taste in my mouth, everything is okay with me now." I told him.
Of course I wish I could have said the same about the situation we seemed to be in. I really wanted to ask about that in fact, but with how upset Mark was at the moment, I didn't know for sure if it was a good idea to say anything as it may just upset him more. Still, sooner or later, I knew we would have to talk about it. So, as Mark wiped away the tears from his eyes and seemed to finally calm down, I decided to test the waters.
"Mark, Can you tell me where we are and how you got here?" I asked very hesitantly, hoping and praying that it wouldn't upset him.
At first it looked like Mark might not say a thing but then, just like that, he started. He began his story from the last day of school and the last time I had saw him. He explained how after we split up that he remembered forgetting something at school and running all the way back to get it. How that he used the alleyway as a short cut to get home faster, so that he wouldn't be as late. He went on to tell me about how he was grabbed from behind by a man in the alley who drugged him, then threw him in the trunk of a car. Finally, he filled me in on everything that had happened to him since he had been a prisoner held in this apartment, including being raped by the man holding now us.
When Mark explained about the phone call that the man had received before he had left and later returned with me, I began to realize something. I was starting to believe that the man, who brought me to the apartment last night, was not the one who kidnapped me. I in fact believed the Kidnapper was the one who called and that the reason for the phone call was to schedule a pick up so that I could be brought here and held until the kidnapper `needed' us. At least this is what made sense to me.
"So you know how I got here, how did they get you Craig?" Mark asked me once he was finished.
I knew sooner or later that this question would come and now that it had, I would have to tell my friend how stupid I was. I mean, only someone as stupid as I was, would do something like I did. Still Mark had the right to the truth so that is what I gave him.
I first started off by telling him everything that had happened after he disappeared. When I got to the part about my new neighbors across the street and their kid, Benny; he seemed to be interested and asked several questions about him and his disease. I answered what I could which was not much. The part I was building up to was our late night walk around the neighborhood.
"Mark I swear, when we were out walking, I didn't realize it for some reason. I guess I was so wrapped up with my conversation with Benny and Randy at the time, that what I noticed was only subconscious. It wasn't until I was in bed asleep and I began to dream. In my dream I saw us walking home a few weeks before school got out and I noticed a car that seemed to be following us but not like a normal way a person in a car follows someone on TV. The car would be parked on the side of the road and then as we walked past it and down the block, the same car would reappear parked ahead of us; as if they went around the block and ahead of us then parked just as we came in sight." I looked up at Mark to see if he believed any of what I was saying or if he thought I was just nuts.
From the look on his face it looked like he might believe me. At least it didn't appear that he found anything doubtful. I decided to go ahead and continue; I just hope that from this point he doesn't consider me a moron.
"I continued to dream and what I dreamt was the remaining weeks of school; specifically the end of the school day. At first I noticed the ones we walked home from school on. Those days like the first, I again saw the same over and over again and again. For some reason though, I never even thought about it. Then I started to dream about the days we took the bus home, and I remember seeing the car on those days as well. I even saw it pass the bus a couple times. On the last day of school, I saw it again that day. Like all the other times, I didn't think anything about it, even when I was questioned by the police. Then when out walking that night and I subconsciously saw the car again, it was filed in my brain along with all the other times I saw it. Then for some reason, they all came forward in my dream. In the dream, I saw the car clearly. It was dark colored, I think dark brown. It was also a 4 door sedan. It looked like a newer car but I am not sure." Before I could continue, Mark interrupted me.
"You know... Now that you mention it, I think you're right. I didn't have much time before I blacked out from whatever drug that was on that rag the guy put on my face, but I think the car that I was transported in, was a dark brown 4 door car." Mark announced excitedly and jumped to his feet as he remembered this fact.
"Yes! That was exactly the way I felt in the dream. It was as if everything was starting to make sense. I felt as if the person in the car had been stalking us and if it was the Blue Eyeball Killer, that seeing his car late at night on the street like that, suggested that he lived nearby. I did not think there would be any reason that he would be stalking me or any of us kids that late at night, as we would normally not be out that late." At this point I sighed. "I know it was stupid and I now wished I told someone but I didn't. Anyway, I woke up from my dream remembering everything and I had to know if what I saw was really true or not, or if it was some figment of my messed up mind. Deep down, I knew that I was right. I was sure I had seen the car but I still wanted to double check before I told anyone. It turned out that I hadn't even been asleep an hour, but luckily everyone else in the house had gone to bed. So I quietly got dressed and snuck out of the house."
"Craig! You idiot! After what happened to me and after all of your parents warnings, you still snuck out on your own without telling anyone?! The least you could have done was wake up Randy and take him with you!" Mark was furious with me and I clearly understood why.
"I know I should have but I was afraid that if I woke up Randy, that he would have tried to talk me out of going."
"Well considering, that would have been a good thing!" Mark snapped at me. "I swear Craig; sometimes you can be so stupid! Now not only will he kill me, he will also kill you too!" At this, Mark's anger melted and he again burst into tears.
Once again I took Mark into my arms and held him. "I promise you Mark, I don't know how yet, but we are going to escape!"
I figured at this point Mark wasn't up to hearing any more of the story so I just held him as he sobbed into my shoulder. He ended up surprising me though, when he broke our embrace and sat back up and wiped his eyes.
"So are you going to tell me the rest or not?" He asked with a sniffle.
"Are you sure?"
Mark nodded his head and wiped away a few more tears. "I am sorry for getting so upset."
By this time I had a few tears rolling down my own cheeks. "Mark, you have nothing be sorry about. You are right, what I did was stupid and I know it."
Mark reached out and wiped away my tears with his hands, doing his best to get them all. "If you can, please finish."
I nodded my head and continued.
"It didn't take me long to walk all the way to where I saw the car but it was no longer there. I started to think that maybe it wasn't real after all. Not wanting to give up that easy, I started to check the area for the car and when I didn't find it, I searched other parts of the neighborhood that I had seen the car at. Of course I knew that this was most likely going to be another dead end but I was determined. Not long into my search though, I felt something, I don't know how to explain it. I just felt something wrong and I became scared, so I started to walk back home. As I passed a driveway, somebody grabbed me from behind just like they did with you; except they didn't use a rag like they did with you. They covered my mouth with their hand and then I felt a needle poked right through my diaper and into my butt..." At this point I sighed and looked down at my helpless hands. "...that's the last thing I remember until I woke up here." I said, finally finishing my story.
"I didn't know he had needles!" Mark voice filled with fear.
"Mark, I think there are 2 men." I knew it was time to let him know my suspicions.
"So you think whoever grabbed you also grabbed me and that the guy that is holding us wasn't the one who kidnapped us?" Mark said after thinking about it for a moment.
I could see he was starting to put things together now that both of our stories were known to each other.
"Yes, that is what I think." I agreed.
"Craig, does this mean the Blue Eyeball Killer was the one who actually kidnapped us then and this man is just someone he is using to watch us until he can come and kill us?" Mark asked worriedly.
"Mark, I'm sorry, I really don't know what to think. I just wished we had a chance to look up more information about the killer." I said wishfully.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Mark agreed. "Craig I have to warn you, this guy that is holding us here, he is real bad. I know that he will try to hurt me again and I am sure he will try to hurt you also. He has even threatened to kill me and I think he might do it too!" Mark admitted fearfully.
I could see how afraid he was and I knew what he was thinking, he didn't have to say anything. He was already afraid of the guy that he already knew; the one that had been tormenting and abusing him since he got here. Now there was this mysterious other person, the real person to fear; the person who was most likely the Blue Eyeball Killer. I understood very clearly why he was scared and I would be an idiot if I wasn't scared as well.
"Mark, I promise you, somehow we will get out of here. We will get that cellphone. Then we will call for help and escape this place. I promise you!" I again promised him.
And as I made this promise to Mark, a thought struck fear throughout my mind. "Craig, you are a fool if you believe that crap!"
Not wanting Mark to see my true fear, I did my best to hide my thoughts in order to help make him feel better. Right now he needed me to be strong and I was willing to do anything for my Mark. Once again I embraced him and hugged him; this time though we stayed that way for quite a while as we drew strength and comfort from each other.
What Mark didn't know was that I needed him just as bad as he needed me, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Uh... Craig... You may want to let me go so I can get up." Mark said suddenly.
I of course let him go and I could see that he was about to jump up but then stopped himself. I could tell from the look on his face, that something was wrong.
"What's wrong Mark?" I asked, as I reached out and tenderly touched his face.
He looked up at me and he attempted to smile but I could still see through it. There was still a touch of sadness self-loathing to it.
"Other than the fact that we are locked in this room?" And as he asked this I nodded my head. With a sigh he continued. "It is just that I went poop." When he said poop, his face got red in embarrassment. "I suddenly felt the need to poop and I tried to tell you, but it just happened and I couldn't stop it." Mark almost seemed disgusted with himself as he explained this.
"Well, that's no big deal." I tried to reassure him.
I didn't understand why he was so upset for pooping himself when he hadn't acted this way in front of me in a long time. I would understand it if we were with somebody who maybe didn't know about his problem, but with me there was no need for him to be embarrassed about it. The only thing I could think of, is that ass of a guy that had been fucking with him, had been messing with his mind somehow. At least this was the only thing I could come up with to explain his mysterious emotions around me.
"Mark, if you want, I can help you clean up." I offered in hope to show him that I was in no way disgusted with him or his poopy diaper.
When he nodded his head in agreement, I ran to the bathroom where I grabbed the whole roll of toilet paper, a warm soapy wash cloth, and a towel. I then headed back to the bed where Mark had uncovered himself and revealed a badly leaking GoodNite.
"Wow Mark, You really soaked that GoodNite!" I whistled as I saw the large wet spot under him that almost reached my side of the bed.
"Well, you're one to talk! You soaked the whole bed last night!" He growled back at me. "And you had a diaper on! Now compare that to the fact that I have on a GoodNite which hardly ever works for me through the night anymore!"
I knew what he meant. I am sure I hadn't been asleep long when I woke up the second time and the GoodNite was soaked in that short time! It would never make it through the night. Because of this new knowledge, it made more sense to just go ahead and have him take a shower. I figured I could change the bed sheet while he was doing that. The sheets were another thing I came across during my search and even though there were several clean ones, at the rate we were going, they were all going to be dirty.
"I'll tell you what, why don't you get a shower instead and while you are doing that, I will take care of this wet sheet and put a dry one on the bed." I offered.
"I thought you were going to help me clean up?" And for the first time since I woke up and found myself here, I think Mark was truly smiling as he said this.
I knew he was just kidding around, but I also think a part of him really wanted me to join him. To be honest, now thinking about it, I really didn't like the idea of Mark being out of my sight. I know he was only going to be in the bathroom, but still, the last time he left my sight he disappeared and I didn't think I could stand to have that happen again. The other thing was, that being with Mark, made things here more bearable. At least for the time being, I didn't think about the Blue Eyeball Killer and his henchman so much, as I was thinking about the miracle of being here with Mark. So the idea of helping Mark shower even though I already done so myself; seemed like a good one to me.
"If you really want me to, I will join you." I told him seriously and when he smiled back at me, I knew my answer.
Since his GoodNite was so full of pee and poop, it started to immediately droop as Mark got out of bed. To keep the heavy diaper from dropping to the floor and making a mess, he grabbed each side and held it up as we walked to the bathroom together. I followed behind him to make sure he didn't accidently drop anything out of his GoodNite along the way and if so to clean it up. Thankfully nothing spilled out of the diaper and we made it to the bathroom without making any messes.
"Okay Mark, get in the tub and I will remove the diaper." I instructed and would have swatted him on his diapered rump to get him moving if it hadn't been all mushy with poop.
Once he was in the tub, I carefully lowered his soiled GoodNite, which I then took over to the toilet and emptied its contents into it.
"Boy that was a lot of poop!" I exclaimed as I flushed the toilet and prayed all its contents went down. "I thought you said he was barely feeding you." Of course I meant this last thing as a joke.
As I started the water, trying to get it to the right temperature for the shower, Mark suddenly remembered something he forgotten to tell me. "He did give me some hamburgers and fries last night and there is still a burger left for you."
"Cool, I found the burger earlier but I didn't trust it so I didn't eat it. Maybe I shouldn't eat it right away. I could put it in the fridge and we can save it for later and then split it. If you are right, it may be a while before we are fed again and it may be wise to save it." I cautioned Mark.
I had finally got the shower started and removed my own GoodNite which was wet already but still a long way from being fully used. With not knowing if we were going to get any more, I knew I would have to put that one back on as soon as we were out of the shower and get the full use out of it. At the rate we were going, the GoodNites would be gone by the end of the day or even earlier. If the guy had been smarter, he would have gotten real diapers for at least while we slept. Then again, the idea of a kidnapper buying any type of diaper for their kidnapped victim didn't make any sense at all. From all the movies I had ever watched, I had never seen kidnappers ever act this way and I was sure that this was definitely not the norm. Anyway, I started to rinse off all of the poop on Mark's butt and between his legs. He stood there holding my shoulders with his legs spread apart as I did this and I had noticed a little on his ball sack so I sprayed that as well.
"That tickles!" Mark giggled, as the water sprayed his boy parts.
I would have loved to have continued to make Mark giggle like that but a small part of me told me it was wrong, so I moved on and started to wet down the rest of Mark's body. Once I had him completely wet down, I put the shower hose back and grabbed the soap and a wash cloth. I then began to lather up the cloth with the soap and was about to start washing Mark before he stopped me.
"Hey dunderhead! Didn't your mother ever teach you to start from the top then work your way to the bottom?" Mark thumped me on my forehead as he stated this.
"Duh! What do you think I was doing?!" I stated a little confused and annoyed with being thumped like that.
"I think you were about to forget that you should wash my hair first!" Mark stated smugly and again tried to thump me, but this time I blocked it. "You were going to forget to wash my hair and start below it and then when you did remember, washing my dirty hair would get everything below it dirty again!" He kept going on and on.
"Okay! Okay!" I gave in to him.
I hung the soapy cloth on a hook and since there was no shampoo I used the soap and lathered up my hands then started to lather up Mark's hair. Then just because of all the smugness, I really worked in that lather and scrubbed his hair clean. For his part, Mark did his best not to show his pain. Finally I rinsed out all the soap and I could tell from Mark's facial expressions that he was glad when the ordeal was finally over. I had also washed his face during this time so that his head would be completely done.
Of course now the cloth was cold but that was his fault and I wasn't about to start all over again. The funny thing was, I didn't even warn him, I just stuck the now cold soapy cloth on his tummy and you should have seen how quickly he sucked it in. It was hilarious!
"Damn! That's cold! Why didn't you warn me you jerk?!" Mark yelled at me as he jumped and almost lost his footing in the wet bathtub.
"I'm sorry man, I just couldn't help myself." I chuckled heartedly as I reached out and helped steady him.
I decided to be nice after all and allowed the cloth to soak up some of the hot water pouring out of the shower. This of course meant that I had to of course re-soap the cloth a little as well. Once I had done this, I started at Mark's neck and worked my way down his body. When I reached his butt, I couldn't help feeling a little weird, but not in a bad way. Humor turned out to be the way I dealt with it.
"Uh Mark... I don't know what to tell you... But your butt is broken. It has a big crack in the middle of it!" I broke out laughing as I repeated an old joke we had all heard about a year ago.
"Ha ha funny. What are you going to think of next?" Mark asked sarcastically.
I chose to ignore him and continued to wash his butt including his crack. I even made sure to get inside of it which was in desperate need of a cleaning job when I found it still filled with poop. Of course I had to joke about that as well but it wasn't my intention of hurting Mark's feelings and from his laughter I could tell he wasn't taking my ribbing seriously.
I don't know why, maybe it was because of being told by my mom that my boyhood was a private spot and that only I was supposed to touch it, but whatever the reason, I chose to not to wash Mark's boyhood at that point in time. Of course that was just a silly excuse as I had cleaned Mark up before from a dirty diaper and never even considered this. For some reason though, this time it seemed different and wrong, so I hesitated and decided to move on. So I went to work on his legs where I washed each one, making sure that they were cleaned all the way down to the toes. With only one area left to wash, I handed Mark the washcloth.
"Here Mark, all that is left to wash is your boyhood." And as I tried to hand him the cloth, he pushed my hand away.
"You do it. You said you were going to clean me up and it isn't like you haven't done it before."
As I said, he was right about that. The thing that was really confusing about all of this was, even though it felt wrong, the more I really wanted to do it!
"Okay, I'll do it." I surrendered to not only Mark but also my desire to touch Mark down there.
And with a little nervous giddiness, I started to carefully wash Mark's boyhood and as I did this, I watched as it started to grow. Amazingly, just watching Mark's get hard, made my own start to get hard as well.
In my excitement, I dropped the washcloth but I didn't bother to pick it back up. Instead I reached out and was now working the soap into Mark's crotch and boyhood with just my hand. As I was doing this, I felt Mark's own soapy hand start exploring my own rigid boyhood. I don't think either one of us were sure what to do from here. Basically we were just exploring each other's stiff member. I do know I was starting to feel these really weird but really great tingly feelings in my groin. If it weren't for the hot water running out, I am not sure what else might have happened in that shower. Instead, Mark rinsed the rest of the soap off of his body and I did the same.
We quickly dried off and I pulled back on my partially used GoodNite and Mark went and grabbed a new one from the bag. This now left us with 4 GoodNites to last us and that wasn't good at all. Anyway I decided that I was going to finish what I started so I took the GoodNite away from Mark.
"Hey!" Mark shouted angrily. "I needed that!"
"Calm down Mark! Remember, I am taking care of you now, so it is my duty to put you in the diaper as well." I grinned and he calmed down immediately as soon as I explained this to him.
Again Mark put his hands on my shoulders as he put first one foot then the second foot into the GoodNite. I then slid it up his legs and before I pulled it up over his boyhood, I gave it one last quick playful tug.
"Hey mister, you better ask next time, before you touch the goods!" Mark joked.
I chuckled and pulled the diaper the rest of the way up and snapped it in place around his waist. I then gave him a pat on his diapered tush. Mark didn't move though, he continued to stand there with his hands on my shoulders looking right into my eyes. I found it hypnotic and not able to look away, I didn't want to anyway as I loved those big blue eyes of his.
As Mark's hypnotic blue eyes, continued to stare into my own; he did something without saying anything to warn me. He leaned into me and placed his lips on my own and before I knew it, we were kissing.
It was while we were in the middle of this wonderful kiss that we heard the loud noise of the outer door being opened and the return of our keeper. And with that noise, all the earlier fears that both of us had, the ones that we had temporarily managed to push away for a few hours, came rushing back! We were once again filled with fear and afraid that this may be the last time either one of us, might breathe a breath of life!