Daveys Story

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DAVEY'S STORY

The 2012 Re-write

Copyright © 1998 by JD

Rewrite Copyright © 2011 by JD

Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.

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Chapter 7: Lunch and the Rest of the 20 year old story

When I awoke the next time, I once again found I could not see. "Damn, why did they have to put these god awful gauze patches back on me?!" And without realizing it, I said it out loud.

"Davey, do I have to start washing your mouth out with soap? You know I don't like you swearing like that!" Dad threatened me.

"I am sorry Daddy I won't do it again." I said apologetically as if I were some little kid in fear of being punished for wetting his pants.

"That is okay Davey, please just don't do it again. I would really hate myself if I had to punish you."

Trying to change the subject of being punished I went ahead and asked if I could have the patches removed. Actually begged would be a better word for what I was doing. "Can I get the patches taken off yet?"

"Don't worry Davey; the doctor will be here in a few minutes to see if your eyes are good enough to remove the patches."

"Daddy please, I really want to be able to see right now." I pleaded.

"Don't worry I think you will be getting them off real soon. In the meantime do you want me to feed you your breakfast?" Dad asked me.

"Yes Daddy, I am hungry. But can I feed my own self?"

As I moved my butt a little I noticed something.

"Daddy..."

"Yes Davey"

"I... I um..." I tried to tell Dad what I wanted to, but I felt so embarrassed at that moment to say it.

Dad must have clued in what I really needed. "Davey do you need your diaper changed?"

"Yes real badly." I told him with much relief.

"Did you leak?" Dad asked me.

At first I shook my head no but after a quick inventory of my bedding and the area around my diaper, which was hidden under my blankets, I knew I had leaked after all. The sad thing about it, I was sure that it hadn't been pee that leaked out of my diaper. I was grossed out with the liquidly mess that I felt inside my diaper and now on my bed. I couldn't help wondering why Dad hadn't smelled it, that is until I learned from him that Jason, my next bed neighbor had pooped in his bed and he hadn't yet been cleaned up so the room was filled with both of our stinky poop. Now I never interacted with any of the other children in ward, so I didn't know that Jason was only 5 years old. While waiting for the nurse to change me, Dad told me about Jason and the fact that he had Cancer and had been in the hospital now for several weeks. I felt so bad for him as dad told me he was only five years old.

As the nurse was taking care Jason and after Dad told me about him, he asked through the curtain between Jason and my beds, "Nurse after you're done with that little boy, my son also needs to be changed."

Boy I was again bright red with embarrassment. Why did Dad have to announce it so that the whole room of kids now knew that I, a big kid still wore diapers. Not only did I pee in it but also pooped in it. As I lay there and waited for the Nurse to change me, I remembered that I had pooped my diaper more than once through the night. In fact I was very shocked at how much I pooped last night. I guess it was because I had diarrhea all night long.

Even though I was totally embarrassed, I was hoping that she would be quickly done with the young boy so she could get me out of my messy diaper. Right now I could feel the diarrhea sloshing around in my diaper and could also feel it around the back of my thighs. The worst part was, the mess was eating my skin and causing me to have a very painful diaper rash.

It wasn't until I tried to move away from the mess on my bed that I noticed something else. I was once again restrained in my bed. "How could I not have noticed that I was restrained again?" I asked silently to myself.

I started to cry as I struggled against my bonds but it was no use as they were securely tightened to the bedrails. I continued to struggle against my bonds and wailing from the fear of being incapable from moving too much. This was way too much for me I had been lying down so long in my own personal darkness, with the added fear of being restrained and grossed out from the sloshy mess inside of my diaper.

"Davey, please don't get upset! I am sorry, but after this morning's fiasco and also hurting yourself, the staff felt that it was better to restrain you again. I am sorry Davey but I agreed with them as I hated the idea of you hurting yourself again." Dad explained. "You could have easily bled to death last night."

Knowing that all I was doing was expending my strength on a losing battle, I started to calm down again. As I was calming down somewhat, I started to remember the event's from earlier this morning. This just made me feel more ashamed of myself. As I lied there in my hospital bed, I started to remember a few small parts of my early morning Tantrum. I couldn't help feel ashamed about the way I had acted during the hospital's staffs attempt to chase and catch me. While in thought I hadn't heard the nurse come over to my bed area and pull the curtains around me and my bed, as she had finished as she had finished with Jason's diaper.

"Davey, I think it best that you have a shower this morning while one of the orderlies takes care of your bed." The nice sounding nurse told me as she pulled back my blanket and saw how bad the condition I was in.

Before she was able to start cleaning me up a little, someone else entered the ward, which turned out to be the doctor. "Nurse Betty, can you wait for a minute so I can check Davey's eyes." I am not sure who he was telling with his next statement but it had to be me or Dad. It could also be that he was telling the both of us. "I am terribly sorry that the Intern ordered to have Davey given a shot without your permission."

I now was conflicted about what should be done first. I was really wanting to get out of that gross diaper but I also wanted these god awful bandages off of me so I could see again. It didn't really matter as it was not my choice anyways.

"Davey please do what I say, I want you to close your eyes as I take the bandages off. I don't want you to reopen them until I tell you to."

"Okay" I agreed.

"Remember Davey, keep your eyes closed." The Doctor instructed as he started to remove the bandages from my eyes. "Alright Davey, as you should be able to tell, all the bandages and gauze patches have been removed. Please keep your eyes closed while I check them out."

With that said, the Doctor started prodding around my eyes, which hurt like the dickens. When he seemed satisfied, I felt someone putting what I found out was a pair of goggles specifically made to slowly allow more and more light to come through so that my eyes could adjust without hurting from the sting of the light.

"Now Davey, you can open your eyes now. You are wearing a special pair of goggles that will allow your eyes to adjust to normal light." The doctor explained.

As my eyes were adjusting the doctor checked out my other injuries, making sure that they were healing properly. After spending a little time making sure I was okay I felt the goggles being removed from me.

"Okay Davey, your eyes should now be use to the light in the room. I am going to turn up the lights in here slowly so that you can get use to the brightness." The Doctor informed me.

"Wow" I thought to myself I hadn't even noticed that the lights in the ward were turned down low, until that is when the doctor mentioned turning the lights back up.

As the doctor turned up the lights my eyes slowly adjusted to them. Once he had the lights turned all the way up and the blinds on the windows now open, I was now able to see clearly, well not totally as there was a blurriness around edges of my eyes, what I can only describe as halos. Other than the pain from my black eyes the retinas themselves were not hurting or stinging at all.

With my eyes back to normal the Doctor checked them again making sure that my eyes dilated properly. "Okay Nurse Betty, I will leave him in you care. I smiled as Dad's face came into view. It was so nice to be able to see again. "Mr. Brown, can you come out to the hallway for a brief moment."

"Okay baby, I will see you when you get all cleaned up." With that said he leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. I had attempted to hug him but was quickly reminded of the bonds that were still holding me in place and because of that; I was not able to do so.

Instead of hugging him I said, "Dad, I love you. Thanks for staying with me."

He again smiled at me, "Davey I promise you that before you are done with your shower, I will be here waiting for you."

Dad then walked out to the hallway with the Doctor following him. I couldn't help wondering why the doctor asked Dad to go out in the hallway with him. For some reason this seemed bad for me. Don't doctors always have the parents follow them out into the hallway when they want to give bad news? I knew Dad would tell me whatever the doctor told him. In fact Dad usually requested for the doctor to tell whatever he had too in front of me as well. Maybe it was because I wasn't going to be able to hear it anyway as I really needed to clean all this crap off me.

At this point Nurse Betty and the orderly, who I didn't even notice entering the room, started to release me of my bonds. I watched as Nurse Betty removed my IV and put a special waterproof band aid on top of the hole. I was surprised that I never felt them put it in... Twice for that matter. Taking it out of me was another matter it hurt like hell as it was removed from my arm; it made me scream in pain. Of course I probably over reacted a little out of fear let alone the pain. At least it came out fast and since I was not expecting it, the needle was out of me before I could move.

"Okay Davey, this is John..." Nurse Betty pointed at the orderly. "...He is going to pick you up and carry you into the shower. After that he is going to put fresh linens on your bed and I will assist you in taking your diaper off so that there will be as little of a mess as possible. Will this be okay with you?"

At first I didn't like the idea to be carried by some stranger, but I really wanted out of that diaper, the sooner the better. I nodded my head yes to let Nurse Betty know that I had no problem with what she said. "Thank you Nurse Betty, I really can't stand being in this diaper any longer. I think it is giving me a bad diaper rash" I informed her.

As I was looking at Nurse Betty I had the strangest feeling like I had seen her somewhere before. I decided not to say anything as I knew it would just delay me getting my shower.

As I continued to look at Nurse Betty and questioning myself of how I knew her, John had took down the bed rail on his side. When I heard the clank of the bedrail though, I turned towards John just in time to see him reach out towards me. He then carefully picked me up from my bed, with one arm supporting my head and shoulders and the other arm under my legs. I knew that there was no way he would be able to carry me without getting my poop all over him. For some reason I had not noticed the latex gloves he was wearing.

"I am sorry if my poop gets on you." I apologized feeling ashamed that I was indeed getting it on him.

John didn't say anything as he carried me to the bathroom and stood me on my feet in the shower. He then left, to go and take care of my bed I presumed.

After the orderly left I found myself staring into space as my mind went back to all the weird dreams and nightmares I had through the night. I had been so deep in thought that I hadn't realized Nurse Betty had come into the bathroom.

"Okay Davey, let's get your dia..." Nurse Betty started to tell me as she reached out to me and tried to turn me around. What happened next interrupted what she was saying.

"IIIIIIIEEEEEE!" I screamed and jumped about a foot in the air. Unfortunately I did not have the luck of landing back on my feet. Instead I came down hard and landed on my diapered butt. Because the diaper was so bloated with not only my liquid mess, but also from peeing in it, what happened next was totally gross and of course embarrassing. When I landed on my butt the diaper burst and as I felt the liquid mess make its way out of my diaper, I about cried. I could feel the mess squish out of my leg holes and out the top of my diaper which really, really grossed me out. My liquid poop managed to cover my boyhood and stomach, it also covered my back and my thighs. One other thing happened, just to add more shame. You know the stuff they put into a disposable diaper to absorb my pee, well it also managed to get all over the shower and me, I think even some of it splattered on Nurse Betty.

As I was still trying to hold back my tears I was quickly loosing that battle. And as the tears finally started to make its way out of my eyes and down my cheeks, I continued to sit on the shower floor. I was not only crying from everything that happened, but also when I fell I managed to come down hard enough that I hurt my butt and one of my legs.

"Davey, you are going to be just fine." Nurse Betty tried to calm me. "Can you stand back up?" she asked.

As I cried I shook my head no as the pain was still very bad.

"Don't worry I will help you up." Nurse Betty cooed. With that she reached down and lifted me back up on my feet. "Now Davey, can you grab the shower bar?" She asked as I wasn't in any condition at that moment to be able to stand on my feet.

With the diaper now destroyed and all of the contents of it was now all over the shower, Nurse Betty no longer had to worry about making a mess. She quickly removed my diaper and threw what was left of it in the trash can. I was now standing with nothing on other than my birthday suit; I was able for the first time to actually see all the bruises I got from that kid who beat me up. Truthfully it wasn't that bad compared to the ones that Tony had given me.

Nurse Betty must have noticed I was checking out my bruised body, which by the way was still covered with my Hershey Squirts. "You really got beat up bad." She acknowledged. "Now we are surely in a bind, you really need to be washed but we also need to sterilize the shower."

At that moment I really didn't care about the shower, all I wanted was all of this poop washed off of me. "Ma'am, could I at least use the hose to wash off all the poop on me?" I asked while tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

"Davey, I really think it is best that I wash you. We don't want you to fall again but this time seriously hurt yourself."

With a drawn out breath of surrender I said, "Okay."

Nurse Betty then went to work showering my mess off my body, which really made me feel a lot better. When she was almost done cleaning the poop off of me, I felt a real bad cramp.

As the cramping got worse I cried out, "I have to go potty real bad." I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer.

"Davey I am almost done, can you hold it for a few seconds?" Nurse Betty asked as she watched me squirm and try to clamp my butt cheeks closed.

"I will try but I am not going to be able to hold it much longer." I cried out.

Nurse Betty quickly showered the rest of the poop that was on me. Then she started to pick me up. "Davey you can now let go of the bar." Which I hadn't even noticed that I was still tightly holding on to.

As soon as I let go of the shower bar she picked me up in her arms and carried me to the toilet. Boy, believe me, no sooner had I been put on the seat I lost complete control. Once again I was having the squirts and as I kept cramping, burst after burst came out of me and made a disgusting sound as it hit the water and even all over the inside of the bowl.

"Davey, I am going to get someone to clean the shower, I will be right back."

I was so happy that she left as I really didn't like to poop in front of people. I also hated having the squirts; as it made it that much harder to make it to the toilet in time. For now I decided to stay on the toilet until she came back.

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When Nurse Betty finally returned she had some stranger following her in to the bathroom. At first I felt a little ashamed to be completely naked and still occasionally having liquid burst from my butt. I am not sure why, maybe it was because he seemed to be ignoring me and did not look at me once, because of that I got over my embarrassment pretty quickly. I watched as he cleaned up my mess in the shower, making sure that every part of the shower was washed and sanitized. I was grateful that throughout the whole thing Nurse Betty did not try to start a conversation with me but instead talked to the guy cleaning the shower.

As soon as the guy was finished and left, Nurse Betty turned to look at me. "Davey, are you almost done yet?"

"I am not sure, but I still feel cramps."

"Okay let me know when you are done." She told me as she grabbed a sanitizing wipe and started washing my feet with it. "I am going to make sure your feet are clean then."

Because I was put on the toilet more towards the back, my feet didn't reach the floor. They were dangling a few inches off of it. This made it easy for the nurse to clean them. When she was done I felt like I was done as well, as I felt no more cramps.

"I'm done now." I informed her as I scooted towards the front of the bowl until my feet touched the floor and stood up. I then turned around facing the toilet while giving the nurse a good look at my messy butt.

As I reached to get some toilet paper, Nurse Betty stopped me. "Davey I don't think that toilet paper is going to work." So before I was able to tear off even a sheet of toilet paper, I decided to let her take care of it. I watched as she grabbed a few diaper wipes from a container sitting on the counter next to the sink. I was shocked that I hadn't even noticed them before. "Davey, can you bend over for me?"

I did as I was told without even feeling any embarrassment. I mean it wasn't the first time she saw my messy butt. She did a thorough job including the inside of my pucker.

While she was doing this she asked me something. "Davey, how long have you had Diarrhea?"

It took me a minute or so trying to think. At first I thought the first time was late last night. Though before I told her this, I suddenly remembered all what happened in the game room. "Since last night right before I was brought here." I answered her.

"Davey, I am going to talk to the doctor and see if he will give me permission to give you something for that. It works pretty fast so hopefully you won't have another accident like that."

"Thanks, I really hate it when I get the Hersey Squirts."

"I don't blame you at all. I think most of us hate it when it happens." Nurse Betty sympathized with me.

Once Nurse Betty was sure I was cleaned properly, using many diaper wipes she asked me, "Davey do you think you're able to walk to the shower?" At first I was going to say yes but I all of a sudden remembered the pain in my leg and butt.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Can I try on my own?"

"Okay but I am going to support you there."

She then took hold of my shoulders, and like she promised she helped me all the way there. Now in the shower again, I really was hoping that I could still wash myself but Nurse Betty would hear none of that.

"I am sorry Davey, but since you fell and hurt yourself, I can't allow you too." She informed me.

"Then can you let my Dad do it?" I Begged.

"Again I am sorry Davey, but your Dad is not back yet. Besides hospital rules states only a member of the staff can help you." I sighed and gave up on the idea to either wash myself or have Dad do it.

"Okay;" I mumbled in surrender.

"That is okay sweetie, can you please grab the shower bar again and let it support you as I wash you?"

Like she asked, I grabbed the bar as she turned on the shower. She took the hose and made certain that my whole body was thoroughly wet. She then soaped up a wash cloth and started to wash me from head to toe; making sure that every part of me was cleaned. I did notice that when she came to my butt and my peepee, that she carefully washed it without the cloth, but instead with soap and her bare hands so as to be as gentle of my rash as possible.

"Boy Davey, your butt is so raw but don't worry I will put some really good cream on it and the rash will be gone before the day is done."

I was feeling a lot better knowing that my butt will be better soon, as the rash was killing me, now that she brought attention to it. Another thing that happened while she was washing me down there, made me blush with shame. My peepee all of a sudden became stiff in her hands.

Nurse Betty all of a sudden realized why I turned bright red. "Don't worry about that, all little boys have that happen from time to time."

In no time I was done with my shower and now was being rubbed dry with a big fluffy bath towel. Once again she was very careful drying the area where I had my diaper rash.

I don't know why I thought of it, but a question emerged. "What time is it?" I asked.

"The nurse then checked her watch. "It is 10 minutes before 9am."

"Thank you for letting me know. The last nurse I asked refused to tell me what time it was." And as I remembered the incident, a small part of my attempt to escape, came back to me. All of a sudden I remembered how I knew this nurse. "I am sorry." I apologized and hung my head in shame.

"Davey you have nothing to be ashamed of." The nurse laughed. "I found it to be a little funny. You were kinda cute when you told me your butt was clean." She continued to chuckle. "I know for fact that it was a mess after you plopped down on my breakfast."

"I am real sorry that I ruined your breakfast."

"Don't worry about that Davey, I was not really hungry anyway."

"If only the older nurse had just told me the time and agreed to allow me to talk to my dad."

"Oh that must have been Dorthy. I don't know why she wouldn't tell you the time." Nurse Betty told me. "Well my shift started at 6:30am so the time was around a quarter after 6."

Once again I felt stupid because I had no idea what a quarter after 6 was. I really didn't want this kind nurse to find out that I had trouble telling time. So I just nodded my head. I figured that it no longer mattered anymore.

After drying me off Nurse Betty picked me up and used her left arm to support my butt. When she started to open the bathroom door. I heard people in the ward talking. I wasn't sure who they were; I just didn't want some stranger to see me naked.

"Please don't take me out naked." I begged as she opened the door.

Luckily the door was not opened enough to expose my naked little body. "Okay, would you feel better if I wrapped you in the towel?"

Since we were now pretty much eye level, I used my eyes to show her I would prefer that. I also nodded my head yes. The Nurse then put me back down on my feet and asked me to hold on to the sink, then got my towel and wrapped it around my waist a couple times. Then she tucked it in. I was happy to notice that the towel went all the way down to my ankles.

As she started to lean down to pick me up again I asked, "Nurse Betty..."

Before I could say anything else the Nurse interrupted me. "Oh Davey, we don't have to be so formal. You can call me Betty."

I nodded my head and started over again. "Nur... I mean Betty..." for some reason it didn't seem right calling her by her first name. "...can I walk to my bed?"

At first I thought she was going to again say no to my request. So I was surprised to hear her answer. "Okay but if it looks like you might fall again I will have to carry you the rest of the way." With that I made my way out of the bathroom and towards my bed, of course Betty supported me the whole way.

I hadn't had a chance to see who the people were in the ward as I was concentrating on every step I took towards my bed. As I crawled into it, I noticed that there was a disposable pad lying on top of my sheet. I just figured that they didn't want to take any chances. Betty had pulled the curtains around me. She then took off the towel I had on still and made sure I was positioned right on the pad.

Someone had already got my diaper supplies and put them on the stand next to my bed. I saw as Betty grabbed the thick disposable diaper, that my breakfast was still there. Now I was able to see again I could feed myself. Then another thought came to me.

"Betty Do I have to wear a diaper?" I whispered. "Since it is morning I really don't need one now." I asked still whispering.

"Okay but let someone know if you have to go potty." The way she said this, it almost seemed like she was talking to a smaller child.

"I will."

"Okay, I will get you a hospital gown to wear so you won't be totally naked." Betty whispered back. "Oh I will also get you that medication for your diarrhea."

"Thanks," I whispered back to her. Before she left she pulled my blankets up to cover my nudity. Then I thought of something else. "Betty, are you going to be sticking me with a needle again?" Just the thought of it caused me tremendous fear."

"Davey don't worry I think it will be okay now so I won't stick you again." I was happy to hear that answer. And as an afterthought she added, "I will be right back, okay." Once again I nodded my head, which made me think of my dream of Hilda and then my teacher. Once again I was becoming a bobble head. "Oh I will also get that cream for the rash." She then picked up the towel and on her way out, she pulled the curtain open again.

I now for the first time saw who all the people were. I smiled as I noticed Billy right away, the friend I had made last night. I wasn't real happy when I noticed that Scotty was also here. I also recognized their parents as well. My Dad was sitting in a chair drinking coffee, and Uncle Justin was talking to Billy and Scotty's parents.

"Hey Davey you have some visitors here and they want to talk to you." Uncle Justin informed me.

"Hi Davey, I hope you can get out the hospital soon, that way we can play together!" Billy announced with great enthusiasm.

I noticed as Billy's mom prodded Scotty closer to my bed. "Remember what I told you!" Billy's mom reminded him sternly.

Scotty didn't look happy at all. In fact it almost looked like he was going to punch me. "I am sorry I made fun of you last night." Scotty did not look sorry one bit.

"Scotty do I have to whip you again!" his dad threatened.

Scotty sighed and started over again. "I am really sorry for teasing you last night. It is all my fault that you got beat up by that other kid." This time it sounded more sincere but then again he might be putting on an act to keep himself from getting a spanking. "I hope that you can forgive me."

I looked up at Dad who had walked over to my bedside I then looked at Scotty and Billy and then up to their parents. "Will it be okay if I told the truth?" I asked everyone, but mostly to my dad and Billy's parents.

"Son I think it would be best to say whatever you feel like." Dad told me. As I looked at Uncle Justin and to the parents of Billy and Scotty, it seemed they were all in agreement with my dad.

My anger I felt towards this boy of destruction, was still inside of me. "You don't realize how humiliated I was last night and if it wasn't for you starting it, I would not have been beat up and in the hospital now." I said angrily. "There is no way I can forgive you at this time and most likely be able to ever `Forgive You'." And I spat out those two last words.

"Personally I can see how you feel sport. I am not even in your shoes but I wouldn't be able to forgive him either." Uncle Justin agreed with me.

Billy and Scotty's father nodded his head. "I understand how you are feeling. Thank you for being honest. What my son did to you was uncalled for. Please know he has been punished and probably won't be able to sit down for a week."

After Billy's father was finished talking He started to leave while dragging Scotty behind him. Billy's mother looked like she was going to be in tears soon as she walked over to my bedside and kissed me on the cheek. "I am so sorry Hun that you got hurt I wish I could change that." At this point she started to wipe the tears now seeping out of her eyes. She then left to go join her husband.

Before she was able to make it out the door, Billy asked, "Mom, is it okay for me to talk with Davey for a minute?"

"Okay son but keep it short. We don't want to keep Davey from healing."

I was so happy that Billy could stay behind with me for a couple minutes. So as I lied in bed, with my naked body covered up, Billy and I talked a little before bringing up his half-brother Scotty.

"I am so angry that Scotty did that to you." Billy seethed. "I hope we can still be friends? Hopefully we can play when you get out?" What Billy did next surprised me. He leaned down, and like his mother kissed me on my cheek in front of Uncle Justin and my dad.

I guess he could see the shock of it on my face, as he smiled at me. Before Billy could say anything else, Mr. Green entered the ward. I guess he was in a hurry as he interrupted me and Billy. "I have got a continuance..." Dad scowled at Mr. Green which made him close his mouth.

Billy could also tell that the man that just came into the room wanted to talk to us. "Looks like you have more company. I will see you later hopefully." Billy said as he left to rejoin his parents.

As Mr. Green talked to us my stomach started to growl, and even though my Breakfast was cold, I started to scarf it down. In a nut shell Mr. Green got a two day continuance. He said some other things to Uncle Justin and my dad, but I was no longer interested. It all seemed extremely boring. As he was wrapping up his conversation a cop entered the room and walked over to my bedside across from Dad and Mr. Green.

I don't know why I was afraid that I done something wrong, but seeing the cop walk over to me, frightened the bejeebers out of me.

"Good morning Davey, can I ask you some questions?" The officer asked. I felt my irrational fear fade; when I saw he was just trying to get more information on what happened last night when I was beat up.

Before I could say anything Uncle Justin waved Mr. Green out of the room and into the hallway so that I and the cop could talk.

"Yes," I answered the officer's question. "I will try to do my best."

The officer asked a lot of questions about last night's incident and I answered those that I could and noticed that he was constantly writing everything I said in a little note book that he pulled out of a pocket. Dad ended up filling in the pieces that I didn't remember. As he was finishing up Betty came back into the ward with a hospital gown folded up in her hands and with the promised medications on top of it.

"Are you almost done? I need to take care of Davey." Betty asked the officer.

"Yep were finished, he is all yours." And the cop put the notebook back into his pocket, then walked out of the room.

As the nurse uncovered me to put the special rash cream on, I felt a cold feeling on my boyhood. I instinctively looked down at my peepee and realized I had wet myself once again without even noticing. I guess it must have been all the excitement that caused me to wet. Luckily the pad absorbed all of it. Amazingly none of it ended up on the sheet and blanket that covered me and my naked loins.

I loved how Betty never brought attention to it or scolded me for not asking to go to the potty. All she did was get some baby wipes that was next to me. As she reached over to them my eyes drifted over to the stand. Somehow I had forgotten that my thick disposable diaper was still in plain sight. How could I have forgotten about that, and then I realized that every one of my guest must have seen it as well. Once again I felt ashamed of myself. All I wanted to do was hide my face forever.

After she had all of the stuff she needed to clean the pee off of me, she then picked up my ankles to raise my butt so she could clean it as well. Before she laid me back down on the bed, she grasped both of my ankles with only one hand and used the other hand to remove the wet pad from under me. With the pad now no longer on the bed she slowly lowered my butt back onto it.

"Davey, do you need to go potty still." As Betty asked this I took inventory of my bladder and bowels.

"No, I guess I got everything out already."

"Okay but since you wet without noticing, I think we should diaper you up again. Will that be okay?" She was not only asking me but also my dad.

I saw Dad nod and knew that even though it was embarrassing to have to wear a diaper during day, I had to admit it was better than a wet bed. "Okay I guess. I just wished I didn't have to wear it during the day." I said feeling very childish.

With that Betty got the diaper ready and once again used one hand to grab my ankles and lifted my butt. She then with the other hand applied the diaper cream which instantly made my butt feel much better. She also made sure to rub it into my boyhood. Once she was sure she got all my rash covered, she then slid the thick diaper under me. I thought she was going to finish and bring the front of my diaper up and tape it closed, instead she sprinkled baby powder onto my diaper area. She even lifted my butt once again and powdered it as well. For some reason I thought I was starting to look like a powdered donut. Even though the baby powder had a sweet smell to it, I have to say it didn't smell anywhere near like a powdered donut. Finally she brought the front of the diaper up between my legs and tightly secured it with the tapes.

When all that was done she handed me a glass of water and the pill for my cramps and diarrhea. I guess she didn't think I needed the gown now I was diapered again as she didn't put it on me after all. With everything else all done she then checked out the rest of the boys in the ward and then finally left.

Talking with my dad for a minute or so, I remembered something. "Dad, what did the doctor tell you?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Well the doctor wants you to stay here at least until 1pm." This news was not what I really wanted to hear and because of it I was close to tears again. "Don't worry Davey; you will be out of here soon. How does going to McDonald's sound to you?"

"Can we go to one that has a playland?" I asked feeling a little better.

"Of course Davey. I assume you been in bed for so long that you would like to burn off some energy." And as I smiled I could also see Dad's smile as well. "Oh I almost forgot, while you were taking your shower I bought you a couple Superman comics." Dad informed me as he opened up the drawer in the stand by me and took out the comics.

I of course would have liked to read them but I was only able to make out a few words here and there. Still I could at least look at the pictures and make a story in my head all of my own. So I looked at them for a while. At least Dad wouldn't know that I couldn't read them.

I am not exactly sure when, but I once again fell asleep. This time dreaming about what I saw in the comic books. Dad later told me that when I fell asleep, that I did so with a smile on my face.

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I had been asleep for who knows how long when I heard my name being called. "Davey... Daaaaavey... Come on son wake up." And whoever was trying to wake me up was also shaking me.

I groggily opened my eyes a slit and saw my dad was the one calling me from the good dream I was having. "Please Dad, can I sleep some more?" I groaned when my dad shook his head no. "Dad I'm tired, I just want to go back to sleep." I groaned again.

"Davey, if you sleep the rest of the day away, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

I mumbled something but even to me it seemed incoherent. And like that, I once again fell back to sleep. Dad of course was not going to let me. He had once again shaken me awake.

I again opened my eyes only a slit, still half asleep I yelled out in anger. "God damn it, will you just let me go to sleep." When I did finally wake up I had no memory of what I just said. But then again my dad remembered it and later that evening he would tell me. He even gave me a choice of punishments.

Anyway what Dad said next, awakened me right away. "Davey, I thought you wanted to go to McDonald's." At that, my eyes opened larger and the tiredness I was feeling before, was fastly fading. I mean, what kid doesn't like McDonald's.

As I was paying attention to my dad, I wasn't aware of the doctor was there. So until the doctor spoke I hadn't realized he was next to me studying my chart. "Well Davey your eyes look a whole lot better than they did yesterday. I see you had hurt yourself earlier while in the shower. I want to take a look at your injuries."

I sighed, "I think I wet my diaper."

"Don't you worry I will find your nurse and have her take care of you." With that, the Doctor left the ward.

I looked over to my dad and asked. "Dad what time is it?"

"Let's see..." and he looked at his watch. "...It is a little after one o'clock."

"So how long have I been asleep?"

"Well, I looked over to you around 10:30, and you were out with a smile on your face. So it was probably a little after 10 when you went asleep as you were still awake at 10am."

"Why am I so tired?" I asked while trying to rub the sleep from my eyes. This was of course hard to do with my eyes being still sore.

"Don't worry Davey; it is because of the pain killer we have been giving you. Once you get moving around you will be back to your energetic self." The doctor said as he re-entered the room with Betty behind him.

Once Betty got there she pulled down my blanket and went to work on my wet diaper. When she was done cleaning me up, I realized something. "Dad! I have to go now!" I said in desperation.

Dad didn't ask any questions but picked my naked body up, almost running over the doctor trying to get me to the bathroom in time. Unfortunately for Dad I lost control as soon as we entered the bathroom and just like I did with Uncle Justin I ended up peeing on Dads shirt. Luckily I regained control before it got real bad. As Dad was putting me on the toilet though, I lost control again. This time though I realized what was going to happen and pointed my little fire hose straight down between my legs.

I looked up to Dad and smiled with relief. "Thank you Dad I wouldn't have been able to make it without your help." I then noticed the large spot on his shirt where I had peed on. "I am sorry Dad. Please don't get mad at me, I didn't mean to pee on you. I swear." I then hung my head in shame.

Dad then said something that Harold use to say to me. "Don't worry Davey; it's only a little salty water."

As I was peeing in the toilet I decided to see if I could poop as well; I watched Dad take his shirt off and used a few diaper wipes to clean the area of his chest I peed on. He then used hand soap to wash the pee off his shirt. When he was satisfied that his shirt was clean again, He twisted his shirt to remove the excess water from it. He then took it over to the hand dryer and used it to dry his shirt off. When he was satisfied that he got most of the water off his shirt he put it back on then looked over to me.

"You trying to poop Davey?" It was pretty obvious that I was because my face was red while trying to strain my bowels to cooperate.

I could see that Dad was about to laugh but when he saw anger in my eyes he stopped himself. Right now I didn't think any of this funny. After trying to get something out of my bowels and not able to get anything out, I finally gave in to the fact that I didn't have to go. Without even thinking I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my butt of course when I saw the toilet paper still clean I then realized I didn't need it as I hadn't pooped.

Still naked as a Jay Bird I got up off the toilet. "I am all done now." I announced to Dad.

"Do you want to walk back to your bed or would you rather have me carry you?" Dad offered to me.

Now normally with anyone else I would say no to being carried. With Dad though, I really liked him carrying me as it made me feel wanted and safe and secure. "Daddy I like it when you carry me." I said with a smile.

Dad reached down and picked me up into his strong arms. I straddled him with my legs threw my arms around his neck and laid my head on to his shoulder. Since I was straddling him, my little fire hose was hidden out of view. As for my butt I giggled, "Look Daddy, I am giving everyone the full moon." Once again I couldn't stop from giggling. Dad even chuckled a bit.

When Dad placed me back in bed I noticed that I had been placed on a clean diaper. I looked over at my dad, "Am I not getting out of the hospital now." All of a sudden I was worried that I was going to be here longer and was about to cry.

Instead of my Dad answering the question the Doctor beat him to it. "Well Kido..." at that I scowled at the doctor. I hated it when someone I don't know calls me kido. I guess the doctor missed my scowl completely, instead he continued talking. "...don't worry, I have to first have to check you all out."

Now that I thought, had nothing to do with me being put back in a diaper. I just wanted to slap my head out of frustration like they do in those V8 commercials. You know the ones with people who slap their head and say... I should have had a V8. But a growing headache where I was kicked was reminding me of the pain in my head and for the life of me I did not want it to get worse. I mean this was the same Doctor who last night called me lucky. I still owed him one for that.

"Okay Davey, just do what I tell you and we will be done in no time."

As soon as that doctor got to my lower regions I noticed something that didn't seem right. The doctor was creeping me out and I don't think anyone else noticed what he was doing. This wasn't right and I somehow knew what he was doing, I was getting angrier by minute. I was ready for a fight, and a fight I gave him. Shoot he must have not read the report that stated what happened last night. When I was biting, scratching, kicking, and punching everything in sight. Shoot I knew I drew blood from one person; it was one of the few things I remembered from last night's chase. While thinking of this I suddenly remembered that at one point I was totally naked, I couldn't help asking myself, "How many people saw me in the buff." This thought for a minute made me forget about the doctor but I remembered instantly when he put pressure on my leg bruise. That right there was all I needed to piss me off again.

With pain screaming through my head (oh I was happy they hadn't strapped me back down to the bed yet.) I jumped up and out of the bed where I stood waiting for the Doctor to give me an opening. Sure enough he came towards me and as soon as he came within my leg range, I kicked him right in the berries. Boy that Doctor finally knew what pain felt like. My dad was so much in shock at what I did, his jaw dropped. Betty was also shocked by my action. I could tell that neither one of them noticed what the doctor had been doing. The doctor was in so much pain that he crumpled toward the floor. I too was feeling a little pain. When I kicked him with all my strength I could muster, I ended up hurting my bare foot it didn't matter though as it was well worth it to see the doctor in so much pain caused by me.

I then turned around and looked at my dad, "Dad can I have my clothes now?" I noticed how quickly his stunned look turned to anger.

"DAVEY, how could you..." I could see my dad's rage starting to erupt as he shouted at me. "Why in the world did you do that?!"

I knew if I didn't explain right away I was probably going to get the spanking of my life. I also noticed that Nurse Betty was still in shock.

"Dad he deserved it." I quickly tried to explain! "He's a pervert and actual touched me down there." At this my dad was becoming confused. I could even see the confusion in his eyes. "He made it look like it was an accident but I knew it wasn't because he kept looking at my little fire hose!" I took another breath before I went on. "He was paying so much attention to that he accidently squeezed my leg to hard which hurt me."

By now Dad was not looking as mad at me as he had a few seconds before. I don't think he even knew who was he was mad with the most. In the end he decided to believe me as he then glared at the doctor.

"You know, I could easily rip you apart!" Dad growled loudly. "I want to see your superior right now!"

Nurse Betty, who did not look to surprise, informed my dad, "I am sorry Mr. Brown but he is not in right now. He will be here tomorrow at 9am to 7pm."

"I promise you I will be back! I don't want to see him..." Dad pointed towards the doctor. "...near a kid again!" Dad bellowed as he went to my diaper bag for my clothes.

"Would you like me to put Davey in a diaper before you dress him?" Betty had asked.

At first I thought Dad was going to say no but then I could see it in his face that he thought I should wear one, considering how stressed I was. "Please do, he is pretty stressed out now and when he is like that he tends to have accidents." I was stunned that Dad didn't allow me to have a choice but then again he was still seething. It really didn't matter because I knew what Dad was saying was true.

Since I didn't really want to be there for another moment longer than I had to. I decided to let Betty put me in a diaper instead of arguing over it. At some point the doctor got up and I could tell he was still in a lot of pain as he walked out of the room.

I couldn't help feeling proud of myself. I hoped Dad was right and he could keep this doctor away from any more kids. I also felt better knowing that I would from now on never let another pervert to touch me.

As soon as I was placed in one of those thick hospital diapers, Dad helped me get dressed. Finally I was going to be getting out of this awful hospital. As we were leaving the ward I looked back at Betty who was now stripping my bed.

As I paused for a moment I knew I needed to tell her something once more, "Betty, I am really sorry about spoiling your breakfast." I again apologized to her. One thing I didn't understand was, while having my tantrum, for a brief moment I had a few seconds of clarity when I plopped down onto Betty's breakfast. As soon as it came though it was gone. I guess I will never figure that one out. Oh well all I could do was apologize for it.

"Davey please don't worry about that, okay Hun." She told me while she continued to clean the bed and the area around it for the next kid. "Mr. Brown please know I been having suspicions that Bob..." which was the name of my doctor. "...was doing inappropriate things to the boys here at the hospital, the only thing was, I could never prove it. Now with your help we can nail Bob once and for all." And as an afterthought, "Mr. Brown, please remember to go to the front desk and sign Davey out."

"No Problem. Thanks for all your help." With that, we left the room and went down to the front counter, where Dad then signed me out. As we walked out the front entrance, I couldn't help feeling happy to be rid of that god awful hospital. When we were a few cars from reaching our rental car, I saw Uncle Justin next to it smoking a cigarette. "You know those things can kill you." Dad said with a smile.

"I know but the stress is getting to hard to take." Uncle Justin said seriously.

As we were about to get in the car, my stomach growled very loudly. "Sounds like we have a very hungry kid. We need to get him to McDonald's before he starts to picture us as food." Uncle Justin teased me with a smile.

Finally, now on the way to McDonald's, one with a playland, I grinned and thought to myself "I was a real lucky kid to have a loving Father and a wacky uncle." My stomach once again growled. "Real soon I will be able to fill you with yummy food from McDonald's." I silently told tummy. I then set back and smiled to myself.

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"So Davey, what do you want?" Dad asked.

"A Cheeseburger Happymeal... With the boy toy!" I said eagerly.

"Are you sure that is going to be enough?" Dad asked concerned. "You know if you want I will be more than happy to buy you an adult meal."

"Daddy, I love the Cheeseburger Happymeal!" I piped. "Besides I really want the toy!"

"Okay, One Cheeseburger Happymeal coming up." Dad laughed.

It only took us a few minutes to get our meals and as we filled our cups with pop, I was glad for once, that I had a diaper on, so I could drink as much as I wanted and not have to stop my play when having to go. At least I was hoping that Dad would let me be able to drink as much as I wanted.

Because I wanted to play in the Playland, Dad decided to grab a table inside of the playland area so he could keep an eye on me. The last thing that he wanted; was a repeat of yesterday. As soon as Dad found us an empty table, I started to run towards the fort which you can climb and slide down. They had other things I could play on as well. Now here at McDonald's, I had completely forgotten about my hunger. All I wanted to do was play.

Before I was able to take more than a few running steps though, my dad called out to me. "Davey how about we eat first, you need to fill that growling tummy of yours up." Dad laughed.

I was now torn between eating or playing, but in the end my hunger won out. I returned to my seat and started eating very fast so I could play.

"Davey slow down, you are going to choke on your food." Dad chuckled.

"Daaaaaad, I want to hurry and go play." I said as I shoved a hand full of French fries in my mouth. "Nothing could beat McDonald's French Fries." I thought to myself. "Ilf Il Hafta..." I tried to say with my mouth full of fries. "...wlait ila wolnt be alble tool play." I finished and spattered the table with bits of fries.

"Uncle Justin laughed, "Jeff I think this boy has a lot of energy but we will have to do something about those projectiles coming from his mouth all the time."

Dad didn't look the least amused by Uncle Justin's comment. "Davey I haven't said anything before, but I am now, as it isn't polite. Please don't talk with your mouth full." Dad scolded. "Now swallow your food and repeat what you were saying to me again"

"Boy, why is Dad starting to get strict." I silently thought as I swallowed the glob of fries that were inside my mouth. I then took a breath and repeated what I had said. "If I have to wait I won't be able to play."

"Davey don't worry, we will let you play for a while." Dad smiled. His smile did make me feel a lot better as I thought he was mad at me.

So with Dad's promise I slowed down. "Dad can I go refill my pop" I pleaded.

"I am glad we got you well protected." Dad chuckled.

"Daaaaaaaaaad, please don't say that, somebody will hear you." I whined.

"Don't worry Davey, even if there was anyone near us, they wouldn't know what I was talking about. Anyway, yes Davey you can have as many refills you want but..." before Dad finished what he was saying, he leaned closer to me. He then looked me in the eye because we were now about level with each other now that I was standing. You see as soon as I heard Dad say yes, I had got up and was about to take off to the soda machine to get my refill. But before I could leave, Dad quietly whispered in my ear. "...Please let me know if you have to go to the bathroom or need a diaper change, especially if you mess. We don't want to make your diaper rash any worse." And then he kissed me on the forehead.

"Thanks Dad!" I smiled at him and took off to refill my cup.

Like last night, when I got back to the table, I once again heard Dad and Uncle Justin talking about Mom. And like yesterday, once they saw me they abruptly stopped whatever they were discussing about her.

As I sat down next to Dad, I gave him a quizzical look. When it looked like he wasn't going to tell me. I sighed and took a drink of my pop. I only had a few bites of my cheese burger left and few fries. But before I started to eat the rest of my food, I remembered something.

"Dad"

"Yes Davey, that's my name, but don't wear it out."

"Geese Dad that joke is older than me." I groaned.

Dad laughed a little bit and this time I knew he wasn't laughing at me, or at least I hope he wasn't.

"I am sorry Davey, but I keep forgetting my age." Dad chuckled.

I tried to ignore his last comment because I didn't want to forget what I wanted to ask Dad but still couldn't help myself. "Ha... Ha... You're so funny Daddy." I said in sarcasm. "Can you tell me the rest of the story you were telling me yesterday?"

"Hmmmm, should I Justin or should I just keep him wondering." Dad joked.

"ugh! Daddy stop kidding around, I really want to hear it." I pouted.

"I don't think that would be a good idea Jeff!" Uncle Justin chuckled. "Something tells me that he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

"Okay Davey, but I want you to know that it gets real sad from where we left off." Dad warned. He knew I was a little emotional at times and may break down crying very easily.

"Alright Daddy, was that the reason you were crying yesterday?"

"Yes son it was." And for a moment there I thought Dad was going to start crying again. "Son, are you sure you want to hear this?" Dad asked with sadness in his eyes.

I really didn't want to make my dad cry again but I also wanted to hear the rest of story. "Dad you don't have to tell me, I don't want to make you cry again."

Dad then shook his head. "Davey, you have the right to know about your older sister and what happened between your mother and I."

"Jeff if you want I could tell him for you." Uncle Justin offered.

"That is nice of you Justin, but I think he needs to hear it from me." Dad then took a breath and was once again lost in the past as he told the rest of the story.

"As I was saying last night at dinner, when your sister finally came home from the hospital, things seemed to start working out for the better, for our little family. We got a new apartment and even bought a car. Your mother and I were getting along great again. We were no longer fighting and we even started to think about going on are very first vacation." Dad coughed and then cleared his throat before going on with the story, but not before I asked a question.

"Wow Dad, did you actually get to go on your vacation?"

"Yes we did and it was the best time I ever had on any vacation. We decided to go and see the `Grand Canyon'."

"Cool I wish I could see it!"

Dad just laughed and then continued where he left off. "It was a last minute decision when we decided to go. I had a couple weeks of vacation. Still I needed to talk to my boss, the store manager about taking my 2 weeks of vacation. I figured I had the best boss out there as he had no problem whatsoever giving me the time off. So we packed the car and the three of us started to head for the `Grand Canyon'." Dad stopped abruptly; once again he cleared his throat and then took a drink of his pop.

"So you took my sister along with you?" I asked

"We sure did, neither one of us wanted to go anywhere without her." Dad acknowledge. "We decided that we would take our time getting there so we wouldn't feel rushed. And to save money we just slept in the car or camped out." Dad then looked at me. "We were pretty naive at the time..."

"Dad what is naeve mean?"

"Actually Davey it is pronounced nah-eev. And it means that we were not really prepared to do such a trip without properly planning it and making a budget. We never considered emergencies or any other situations that could go wrong. All we had was a few hundred dollars and that was it. We were just real lucky that nothing did go wrong." Dad explained.

I was glad that my dad would take the time to answer my questions; this was not something I could do with Mom, Tony, or Grandmother. "Thank you Dad for answering that for me."

"No problem son." Dad smiled at me he then continued where he left off. "We took a few days to reach our destination as we enjoyed the trip. Your mom and I were again acting like two teens we used to be back in high school. We didn't fight not even once during that trip. When we reached the Grand Canyon we were amazed at the immense size of it. It would have been nice if we could have actually go down into it, but in the end we thought it wouldn't be a good idea for your sister." We did some other sightseeing before finally heading back home." Dad suddenly stopped and started to wave his hand in front of him. "Davey, do you need help with something?"

At first I really didn't know what he was talking about, but then a second later I smelled it as well. "Dad, you gotta believe me, I didn't do it." I defended myself.

I don't think Dad believed me as he was still looking at me strangely. "Son if you need to be changed please let me know as it won't help your rash."

I was not sure what to think as I know I hadn't crapped my diaper. I just hoped Dad would believe me. "Dad, why would I lie to you?"

At this point, Uncle Justin burst out laughing. "Boy, what they say is true. Those silent ones are deadly." Sorry it was me.

I wasn't happy that Uncle Justin allowed my dad to think I pooped my diaper. But at least now I didn't have to feel like I had to defend myself.

"Sorry son that I blamed you." Dad apologized. "Justin now you made me forget where I was in my story."

"You were talking about the `Grand Canyon' and your vacation time." I reminded Dad.

"Oh that is right, thank you Davey." Dad beamed at me. "Okay like I was saying before we were rudely interrupted." At this Dad looked over towards Uncle Justin, giving him an evil eye. "As I was saying we ended up having the best of time on that vacation." Dad started to once again continue the story. "Things were good and like the Yearbook stated, we thought we would be in love forever." Dad stopped and took a breath before asking me, "Davey are you sure you want to hear the rest?"

"Please Dad, don't cry! I do want to hear it, but not if it is going to make you sad."

"Okay Davey, here goes." And at that Dad then told me the end of the 20 year old story.

"Less than a month away from her 1st birthday we found your sister lying in her crib, no longer breathing. We were not sure what had happened or when she died. All we knew then, was that we needed to act fast. As I tried to use CPR on her, your mother went to call 911. Even though I tried my best to revive her it was no use as she was dead long before we got up." Now I understood why Dad kept on asking me if I was sure that I wanted to hear it.

"Daddy, I am sorry for making you sad." Dad smiled through his tears at me.

"Davey you don't have to apologize for anything." Dad explained as he went back to telling me the end of the story. "Not only did your sister die so young but your mother and I found ourselves in the middle of a police investigation. The detective in charge was so sure we killed your sister Ashley, that he hounded us non-stop. Things between your mother and I were pretty fragile then, your sister's sudden death was a real shock to us both. All we had was each other to support ourselves. As the investigation kept on going and going, we soon were near our bursting point." Dad looked at me then at Uncle Justin.

"What's wrong Dad?" I asked as he continued to look at the both of us.

"Davey I was seriously scared that somehow this detective was going to make it look like we murdered our baby daughter. It wasn't until a couple weeks later that we were exonerated of all suspicion when the autopsy declared the death of our daughter was caused by SIDS." Dad stopped and I couldn't help wondering if that was all.

"Dad, can you tell me what happened after that?" I asked.

"Well Davey, your mother and I tried to make it work, we even thought that maybe another baby would help bring us closer. In the end though we knew it was over. The time we spent together seemed more like routine rather than actual love. We decided that it was for the best to file for divorce, because we really didn't have anything other than the car, which I gave to your mom, and a few other things the divorce was uncontested. When everything was complete and the papers all signed, we went our separate ways. Your mother left town and for that matter the state. I on the other hand went crawling back to my parents." Dad stopped and wiped his eyes with a clean napkin. "Davey I just want you to know that I did not ever abandon you. I just didn't know you were in existence as your mother never let me know. If it hadn't been for Justin here, I am sure I would have never known about you. Considering the conditions you were forced to live in, it would have been a miracle if you lived past your 12th birthday." Dad sounded sure of himself. "I thank God every day, that with the help of Justin and Mr. Franklin, I was able to rescue you from your mother and Tony."

At some point in the story I had finished my meal without even realizing it. Dad, now finished his story, I tried to grab more fries or a bite of my cheeseburger but my hands found nothing at all. I then looked down and found my food was done. "Dad?"

"Yes Davey?"

"Now that I am now done with my food will it be okay now to go play, that is if you are done telling me your story."

"Yes Davey, go and have fun." Dad smiled through his tears. "Davey I am so happy to have you in my life. Don't you ever forget that I love you no matter what.

Now relieved that Dad was no longer sad I realized that he said I could go and play. That was all I needed and took off heading to the fort.

I was ecstatic when I spotted a boy around 10 or so already up in the fort. Without wasting any time I climbed up to the top where the boy was and we started to play together. For the next hour or so I played with the other kids, not once during this time did I think about my diaper or whether or not I needed to go to the toilet.

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Liked Dad had promised he allowed me to play for over an hour before he called my name. "Davey"

I really wanted to play some more but I didn't want to make my Dad angry. For the last 20 minutes or so I had been having fun with a kid my age and I really wanted to play with him some more. Grudgingly I let Tim, the 11 year old's name, know that I was sorry but I had to go. We said goodbye to each other before I headed back to our table.

"Daaaad! Do we have to go now!" I whined.

"Sorry Davey but it is already after 3pm and your Uncle Justin has plans in a little while. So we need to head back to the hotel, but if you want, after we drop off your uncle we can go to the park."

Excitedly I shouted, "Yes! Can we really go to the park!"

Dad just laughed at my enthusiasm. "Sure we can! I think my rambunctious little boy still has some energy to burn."

"Thank you Daddy," I excitedly said to him, all the while jumping up and down and bubbling with enough energy to power a city for over a year.

"I think my little boy needs to be changed first though." Dad smiled as he waved his hand in front of his nose.

"Daaaad, I don't smell that bad!" I whined.

"Davey my little stinker, I beg to differ with you, I don't think you realize how bad you smell." Dad continued to wave his hand in front of his nose.

Without thinking I reached down and felt the bulge of a soaked and bloated diaper on the verge of leaking. I couldn't help wondering when I peed. I knew I had peed a little while listening to Dad tell the rest of the story about him and Mom. But I don't remember peeing after that. Now more aware of the condition of my diaper I noticed I had pooped as well. I am not sure when that happened either but if Dad could smell it, I was sure all the other kids I have been playing with smelled it as well.

Normally I would have been crying by now from just the sheer embarrassment but instead I found myself wondering why none of the kids I was playing with never said anything about it to me.

Dad then grabbed my book bag and led me to the family bathroom in the playland area. As we entered the bathroom, Dad locked the door behind us.

"Davey, would you be willing to help your old Dad and allow me to change you on the baby station." Before I could say anything though Dad continued. "It will make it a lot easier for me to clean you up."

I thought about it for a few seconds and decided that if it would make it easier for him I would allow him to put me on it. At least this time I didn't have to worry about someone coming in on us. It was the least I could do since Dad had to do a lot more work getting me cleaned up, as it was my fault that I had pooped my diaper.

"Okay Dad, I guess I will let you, that is to make it easier for you."

"Thank you Davey for helping your old Dad out." Then Dad picked me up and laid me down on the changing station, that I hadn't noticed he had opened already. Because I pooped dad put on a pair of disposable Latex gloves.

As I watched the ceiling Dad went to work on my diaper. Even though I hadn't smelled my messy diaper earlier, As soon as Dad untapped it and pulled the front of my diaper off of me, the awful stench all of a sudden started to make me gag. One good thing about it though was at least it hadn't been diarrhea.

"Dad, I am sorry that I pooped." I apologized.

"Davey, you have no reason to apologize. I know it was an accident and I don't blame you for it." Dad once again reminded me. "I love you and will do anything for you that I can, including cleaning you after you have an accident. You never have to worry or apologize one bit even if I had to change poopy diapers every day, I will still love you no matter what!"

Dad lifted my butt up by grabbing my ankles and used the diaper to get most of the mess off my butt. Once he felt that he got the majority of the poop off my backside, he then threw the diaper in the trash can beside him. Still holding my butt up by my ankles He used a few diaper wipes to clean my butt and also the front of me, including my peepee and pucker. After he was sure that I was completely cleaned he then threw the gloves in the trash as well. He surprised me when he brought out the same cream that Betty put on me earlier.

"Oh your Nurse gave this to me earlier she said it should heal your rash up nice and good." Dad explained as I noticed the tube.

Like earlier when Betty put it on me, the soothing medicine made my rash feel so much better. I am not sure how, but somehow I managed to block the pain I still had down there. Though, now reminded of it the cream took away the pain as Dad applied it to my rash.

Dad then lowered me down on a clean diaper he had got ready for me with one hand. Never once did I argue with Dad about not wanting to wear a diaper. I knew he was thinking that while at the park I would most likely have another accident. To be honest I to knew I would as I got involved in my play and no longer paying attention to my toilet needs. Just when I thought he was going to bring the diaper up between my legs and tape it on me. He surprised me and took out a container of Baby Powder and powdered my entire diaper area. This was something he never done before.

Dad noticed the questionable look I gave him. "Oh your nurse also suggested on using baby powder as well. So while you were asleep, I went down to the gift shop and bought this powder for you."

As Dad finally taped me into my diaper I asked, "Dad before we leave, can I have an ice-cream cone."

"For being such a good boy for me and never arguing once, I think you have earned yourself one."

Now all done diapering me he picked me up from the changing station and planted me on my feet. Dad then went to wash his hands as I quickly put the shorts I had been wearing back on while also making sure the diaper was not to noticeable. Before leaving the bathroom I decided to wash my hands as well. I know I didn't always do this but I figured if Dad did it so should I, but then again I hadn't been the one changing my diaper.

While in the bathroom Uncle Justin had taken care of the trays and even got me a refill on my pop. Knowing that Dad was going to buy me an ice-cream cone I decided to drink my pop later.

As we left the playland area I looked back and waved at the kid I had been playing with. I was glad he saw me and waved back.

As promised, before we left Dad bought me an ice-cream cone which I started to eat right away. Dad also got plenty of napkins, just in case I made a mess.

"Now Davey please be careful, we don't want to make the car messy." Dad instructed.

Before getting into the backseat I placed my pop in the cup holder and handed Uncle Justine my ice-cream cone, so I could buckle myself in. Once I had my seatbelt on, Uncle Justin handed my cone back to me. Like Dad asked I was real careful not to make a mess and ate it fast before it started to melt.

I had the ice-cream cone finished before we even got to the hotel and dropped Uncle Justin off. Driving around a bit Dad found a park not too far away from the hotel.

When I noticed that the park didn't have any other kids in it, I felt a little disappointed. But still, I decided not to let it get me down. Before I took off for the swings I quickly finished my pop and threw the cup into one of the park's trashcans.

While I started to swing I saw Dad buy a newspaper from a machine and sat down on a nearby park bench where he kept an eye on me as he also read the paper. After about a half hour two kids who I found out were brothers, one younger than me and the other older. Showed up at the park. And for the next few hours we played together along with some other kids that came later.

A few times I looked to Dad to make sure he was still there and each time I did, he waved at me. He had finished his paper a while ago and now was just watching me play with the other kids. I couldn't help wondering if Dad was bored just sitting there watching me and even thought about going over and asking him if he wanted to go back. I could not believe how long Dad allowed me to play at the park. I am sure I would have stayed longer but when my Diaper started to leak I thought it best to leave before anyone else noticed.

When Dad saw me heading towards him he shouted, "Davey you can play longer if you want!" But as I got closer he saw the wet spot between my legs which was growing as I had started peeing again. He just got up and waited for me to reach him.

I think he was surprised to see me smiling and instead of crying for having an accident in front of the other kids. In fact when I reached him I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him. "Thanks Daddy for letting me play so long." I then let him go as I felt a small trickle of pee running down my left leg and into my shoe. "Daddy you must have been so bored just sitting here."

"Never, I really like to watch my little boy have so much fun. I know things were hard on you while growing up so it is nice to see you so happy." Dad smiled at me and then grabbed my hand as we headed back to the car.

Because I had leaked dad got out my changing mat and laid it on the back seat and made sure it covered the area under my wet butt. I didn't even complain about sitting in the backseat. Anyway I know no matter how much I complained, he would never let me sit in the front seat with him while driving, due to the death of a 12 year old when he was crushed by a passenger side airbag.

The whole short trip back to the hotel, I babbled on and on about all the fun I had at the park. Even after we parked and entered the hotel I continued to tell Dad everything me and the other guys were doing. Never once did I feel ashamed for noticeably wetting my pants, even when we passed some people on our way to the elevator.

I don't even think I took a breath during that whole time, that is until my stomach started to growl.

"I see my boy is getting hungry again." Dad laughed as my stomach growled once again. "How about we order a pizza and give you a bath while we wait for it."

"Wow Dad, thanks! Pizza sounds good, but I just want pepperoni and extra cheese." I reminded him like I do every time we have pizza.

Dad started to laugh again as we entered our room. "So your choice, where should we order from?"

"PIZZA HUT!" I shouted excitedly.

"Wow Davey. I think even the man on the moon heard that one!" Dad joked while rubbing his ears.

"I am sorry Daddy," I apologized, but was still excited to get pizza for dinner.

As soon as Dad placed the order for a medium pan pizza, half Supreme and the other half pepperoni and extra cheese for me, including a 2 liter of Mountain Dew. He then went into the bathroom and started running the bath water for my bath. While the tub filled up I stripped down to my diaper which Dad removed from me. At least I wasn't poopy this time. He then picked me up and placed me in the tub which was filled with water at the perfect temperature.

"Okay my boy wash up as I take care of your wet things." This included my diaper mat which Dad had asked me to bring in and I had dropped on the bathroom floor as I got undressed. "I think I may need to take these down and throw them into the wash." Dad said as he noticed the growing pile of clothing in the far corner of the room, a lot of it my own.

"Daddy can you wash me before you go?" I pleaded.

"Are you sure you want your old man to wash you?" Dad asked me with a smile.

Dad already knew I liked to be washed by him and even though it seemed babyish I didn't care. It allowed me and Dad to have more time to share with each other, it also meant he was spending extra time with me that Mom hadn't done in a long time.

"Okay I will wash you real quick so I can take the clothes and put them into the washing machine."

Even though Dad was being quick about it, he still made sure I was totally clean.

Once he was done washing me and my hair, he got up from his knees to collect all the dirty laundry. "Davey if you want, you can stay in the tub until I get back."

I shouted, "Okay!" as Dad left for the hotel guest laundry room with a large armful of clothes. I am not sure how long he was gone but I decided to get out.

I no sooner got out of the tub and pulled the plug to drain it when I heard a knock at the door. Without even thinking about it, I ran to the door still naked and dripping wet. I knew it wasn't Dad as he would have just came into the room. No, I knew it had to be our pizza and thinking only about that I opened the door and gave the pizza delivery guy the shock of his life. Never once did it occur to me I was stark naked, as I stood in front of him dripping all over the carpet.

"My Dad is not back yet, but he should be any moment." I informed the still stunned delivery guy. As I stood there in the doorway wondering why the guy hadn't said anything, Dad showed up and saw exactly what the delivery guy was seeing.

"Davey please go back to the bathroom!" He said with a little noticeable anger.

This of course frightened me as Dad has yet to raise his voice at me like that. It wasn't until I was back into the bathroom and started to dry off that I understood why Dad was so angry.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I repeated to myself as I heard Dad apologize to the pizza guy.

Before going back out to the room, this time I wrapped my towel around my naked loins. Dad still looked a little angry at me as I came out.

"Davey let's eat then we will talk about what just happened and also we need to talk about what you said to me earlier while still at the hospital."

When Dad mentioned something about the hospital I tried to wrack my brains to figure out what he was talking about, but drew a complete blank. I decided to do what Dad said and sat down at the table with him. He had already put a couple slices of pizza on a paper plate for me himself and put a napkin next to our plates, somehow I didn't even notice that the delivery guy had brought them with him. Dad also got a couple cups provided by the hotel and poured the pop in each of them.

For the first time I could remember since I came to live with my dad we ate our dinner in silence. I was about done with my second slice of pizza when my emotions got the better of me. No longer hungry, I ran over to my bed and cried into my pillow. I didn't blame Dad as I knew it was all my fault, but still I couldn't help feeling sorry for myself.

Even though I remembered what my dad told me on the first day I moved in with him, I had started to think that he would never raise his voice at me.

Dad of course told me that he would give me all the love he had and plenty of attention, but I was warned that there were certain things, rules that is that I had to follow. He also warned me that there would be a day that he would have to punish me, but he wanted me to know that he would do so only to correct me and never do something out of anger.

"Davey, are you done with your dinner?" Dad asked me. Still feeling sorry for myself I decided not to answer him.

As I continued to weep into my pillow Dad took care of our supper and placed what was left of the pizza and pop into the refrigerator that was in our room. I didn't know at the time but Dad left my unfinished pizza and drink on the table. After everything was taken care of Dad then came over and sat on my bed, making the plastic sheet he had requested the hotel put on my bed, rustle a bit.

I felt Dad's strong hand rub my back trying to get me to calm down. "I am sorry for raising my voice at you earlier son. I know it is no excuse but you shocked me when I saw you standing there with the door open and you being completely naked in front of our delivery guy." Dad tried to explain to me.

I mumbled something with my face still planted in my pillow but it came out intelligible. Dad decided not pay any attention to it. He just continued to rub my back and talk softly to me.

"Davey please understand that in the future I can't have you running around Naked in front of people we don't know. Somebody might even get the wrong idea and think I was doing things to you." Dad tried to explain. "It is bad enough that you opened the door naked, but to do so without me telling you to is very dangerous. What if you opened the door and a kidnapper was on the other side."

At this I raised my face out of the pillow and sniffled a little. "I am sorry Daddy I didn't mean it, I just got excited and forgot that I was still naked." I sniffled again and looked at him.

Dad then picked me up and placed me into his lap. "I know you are sorry son and I won't punish you for it if you promise me you will never do it again. Okay baby?" Dad asked me while giving me a big hug. "As for the other thing I would rather not have to go into that right this moment. Now do you feel up to finishing your meal?"

I just nodded my head yes and Dad carried me back to my seat where I finished my pizza and pop. Once done He told me to go and get washed up. He also suggested that I go ahead and brush my teeth while in there and try to use the toilet as well. Still not sure what was coming later I entered the bathroom and did as I was told.

By the time I was finished and came out I saw Dad once again sitting on my bed. "Okay Davey, we need to talk about what happened earlier today while still at the hospital." He told me as I walked up in front of him

Again I felt the fear in me rise. I even had a dry lump in my throat. As much as I tried, I still couldn't figure out what Dad had been talking about.

"Davey do you remember when you came to live with me?" Dad asked and I nodded my head yes. "What about the rules I gave you?" At first I nodded my head but then changed my mind and shook it back in forth. "So you are telling me you don't remember the rules?"

"I think I know them but I may have forgotten some of them." I said quietly.

"Okay Davey, that is an honest answer." Dad replied. "Anyway do you remember what I said about bad language and reminded you again about at the hospital?"

Finally I thought I knew where he was going with this, but still I don't remember using bad language earlier today besides the time he warned me. "Yes Daddy, I remember but I don't remember saying anything bad after you warned me."

"Well son you might not remember it now but I still have to teach you right from wrong and if I don't follow through what I told you, then you will never learn." Dad explained. "Anyway when I tried to wake you up the second time, you took the name of God in vain and it is very inappropriate for a kid your age to say. I know while living with your mom that this was the norm for you, but now you are with me and I would prefer if you don't use that type of language."

Now having all the pieces, I was now clued in to where this was going. Still I tried to plead for leniency. "Dad I am really, really, sorry! Please don't punish me!" I begged.

"I am sorry Davey, but like I said, if I continue to look the other way, you will never learn." Dad paused for a moment before continuing. "Davey since this is the first time I need to punish you, I will give you a choice out of 3 different punishments." Again Dad paused.

"Punishment number 1 is that from now and through tomorrow, you will be grounded to the room and will not be able to play with your new friend. Also you will not be able to watch TV or play"

"Punishment number 2 is what the normal punishment will be when and if, in the future you choose to use such language again. You will have to have your mouth washed out with soap and will not be allowed to rinse it out until an hour has passed."

"Punishment number 3 is a spanking which I hope in the future I will never have to do. Please know that you will be getting 11 whacks on your bare butt. 1 whack for each year you are old."

As I listened to my options I went over the pros and cons of each punishment. Punishment number one would not physically harm me in any way but then again it would keep me from playing with Billy. Punishment number 2 was what mom and Grandmother did to me if I swore around them. So I knew what soap tasted like and didn't like the idea of having to wait for an hour before I could rinse my mouth out. Because I was grossed out at the taste of soap I knew there was no way I was going to take punishment 2. This left Punishment number 3. This punishment was the one that would physically hurt the worse, but it would be over the fastest. Besides I was thinking if I choose number 3, that Dad would go easy on me my first time.

Shaking from fear as I stood in front of Dad I gave him my choice. "Dad I guess I will take number 3." And my voiced cracked a little as I said number 3."

"Alright Davey, remove your towel." Dad quietly asked me.

Once I had removed the towel Dad picked me up and put me over his knee. When he saw the bruise from earlier on the far right butt cheek and hip I could hear him sigh. "Davey I am real sorry for this and I will try to not make your bruise feel worse as long as you stay still so I don't accidently hit it." He then picked up my pillow and allowed me to put my face in it to stifle any screams.

For a moment I laid there cringing and waiting for the first smack. When it didn't come I thought maybe he changed his mind, that's when I felt it and screamed into my pillow. I now knew that Dad was not going to be lenient to me. When the second smack came I jumped from the pain no matter how hard I tried to stay still. Dad at least gave me enough time to reposition myself. Each whack was proceeded by another. When Dad gave me my 8th whack, I lost what little pee was still in my bladder. Dad never said anything about me wetting on him. When he finally reached the 11th whack I was more than happy to still be 11 and not 12 like I tend to tell people.

Now finished, Dad again put me in his lap and cried while hugging me. "Davey, you don't know how much that hurt me to punish you like this. I hope I never have to do this again." And for a while we just sat there and silently cried together.

I am not sure how long we stayed like that but both of us had finally gotten control of our tears. When we finally got up I noticed that I had not peed as much as I thought, just enough to make a small wet spot on his thigh. By now we were both exhausted so Dad went ahead and put me into my night diaper and helped me into my Pajamas. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow; as I don't remember anything after that, other than my nightmare.

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