The Curse

The Curse of Charles Thaddeus Emerson the Fourth Chapter 1

The Curse of Charles Thaddeus Emerson the Fourth

****Warning, this story contains scenes of gay man/boy diaper love and sex, diaper usage, piss play, and as such, the choice to read this is solely on you. If this is not the sort of story that you want to read, I suggest that you leave now. If you enjoy this sort of tale, then I hope that you enjoy. Now, this is not strictly a Halloween story, it just so happens to be complete at this time, yet it is the sort of story you might expect to see this time of year too. This is only a short story. If you enjoy this, or any of my other more than one hundred other stories, I would love to hear from you. If you have any constructive feedback, I would love to hear from you. You have negative or hurtful things to say, keep them to yourself. Email me at erich5748 at ymail.com. Now onto the story, again, I hope you enjoy.****

Twenty five year old, Zane Jones, on his way to work at a dead end factory job that he hates beyond belief, taking trains stuffed full of people that he hates being around, saw one of the things that he loves to see so much, a charming looking young boy. In a city as large as he lives in, seeing young boys is not hard, of course, so, he gets to see many, though few were ever as stunningly beautiful as this boy, this day is. As he watched, he was curious about the young boy, though. The young blonde haired youth, at about ten to eleven years old, appeared to be with no one, and in a city as dirty and dangerous as this, that should definitely not happen, especially with the shear amount of kids that had been kidnapped and forced into all sorts of things recently as had been. As he watched, though, he could not help but to notice just how the boy was acting.

The young boy was at the very end of the tunnel, right where the train would exit the station, and the way the boy was acting was weird, almost looking to be ready to jump in front of the train. Now, living in a city like this, he hears of suicide by train all too often, and so, works his way over to where the young boy is, and waits. He knows that the next train through does not stop at this station, and also knows from experience that should someone jump in front of it, that there would simply be zero chance for survival.

Just as he reaches where the boy is, and there is almost no one else around, because the next train that does stop here is nearly ten minutes away, so the platform is not packed full of people yet, he hears the train coming. It is going every bit as fast as it usually does, this train, he knows, does just the one stop at this cities main station, and is heading to the next city, it's the morning express train, so makes no other stops, just one per city, in it's five city loop. He makes it to where the boy is, and out of the corner of his eye, is watching the boy, and the look he can see on the boys face he can only describe as hopeful.

He has seen that look before, he has seen it on himself, but a few others, that look that says, maybe, just maybe this time I'll have the courage and do it. Just as the train enters into the station, going just as fast as it usually is, he saw the young boy prepare himself to leap. No one else is paying either of them any attention, and just as he sees the boy start to go for it, he reaches out as fast as he can, and grabs the young man by the arm, and pulling him to him, so that he cannot do it.

“Oh for fucks sake. I was really hoping this time it'd work.” He spat venomously at Zane.

“This time?” Zane asked in shock.

“Yeah, more that two thousand attempts to kill myself, and none of them have worked. You're the first person to ever actually pay attention and try and stop me though.”

“Pardon me?” Zane asked in shock once again.

“Don't worry about it. I guess I'll try again tomorrow, or in a few days. Not that it ever works, it just fucking hurts.” He said sadly.

“You've been hit by a train before?”

“Yeah, I think this is the seventeenth time trying with a train. I've been shot I think it's two hundred times, hung a dozen, several dozen buses and cars, dozens of knives, I've even tried tying weights on my ankles and jumping off a ship in the middle of the ocean. None of them have worked, this fucking curse just won't let me die.” He said, and then burst into tears, and buried his face in Zane's chest.

To say that Zane was flabbergasted would be the understatement of all time. Of course the story was totally unbelievable, but the way in which the boy said it, and how he sounded in saying it, Zane had a really hard time not believing him.

To this end, Zane simply held the crying young man, rubbed his back and shoulders, until well after his train pulled in and left, making him late for work, but, he honestly did not care, he would far rather comfort a seriously distraught boy instead.

“I'm sorry to burden you with this, and I know you don't believe me anyway, why would you, I'm only eleven years old, how could I've done that and survived.”

“It's no burden, clearly you're hurting, and believable or not, I'm not about to let you kill yourself. I know what that pain is like though, and have the scars to prove it myself.” He said, showing his wrists.

“Yeah, tried that too, even cut my fucking hands off once, but no, they just grew back. I don't have any scars for all my attempts, and the only ones I do have were from the witch who cursed me.”

“You talk way better than any kid I've ever met before, you say you're eleven, and that's what you look like, but the way you talk, you're not actually eleven, are you?” Zane asked apprehensively.

“I was born in 1681, so, I guess that makes me 340 years old now. You've heard of the Salem Witch Trials, right, well, witches are real, and the witch who cursed me was hung in late 1692, after she'd already started the curse on me, but I was supposedly rescued before she could finish and give the timeline for my curse to end.”

“Um, okay, that's just a little hard to believe.” Zane said seriously.

“Yeah, and I don't even know why I'm telling you, or why I'm still here. I haven't actually talked to another person in close to fifty years, and like I said, you're the only person that ever tried to stop me. In fact, most people never even truly see me unless I wanna be seen, which, honestly, I rarely ever want any more, unless they're gang members, who I hope will kill me, but no matter how hard I try, they can never kill me.”

“Even though it's hard to believe, I have a tendency to actually believe you, and maybe, just maybe, we were meant to find each other. I'm seriously depressed, I've thought of ending it all hundreds of times, tried a couple times, but always fail as well in one way or another. Let's go to my place, it's not much, and I hate it, but, I think I'd liketa talk more with you.”

“You're just taking me to your place to rape and kill me, but, you know what, been there, done that, enjoyed the raping part to tell you the truth, but they could never kill me, so, I killed them instead.”

“Oh. Um, no, I'd never rape someone. That disgusts me. I was raped by a woman when I was twelve, she held me captive for weeks, she gave me stuff to make me hard, and would force me to fuck her, even though I'm so gay, and hated every second of it. Trust me, raping anyone is so far from my list of things to do, it's not even funny.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“It's okay, that was a bit better than half my life ago now, and while I'll never forget it, I am over it. That's not even the reason I'm suicidal.”

“Why are you?”

“Because of who and what I am.”

“And that is?”

“A gay baby boy diaper lover. There, now you can leave me too, and I'll be just as depressed again.” Zane said sadly.

“Oh. Maybe we were meant to find each other, because I'm a gay baby boy diaper wearer, though I don't love diapers, I can understand why some would.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you liketa come to my place, we can talk?”

“You hate your place, you said, so, unless you needta go there to get something, would you liketa come to mine instead, I have a really nice place that someone was kind enough to give to me.” He grinned, but from the way he grinned, Zane could tell it was probably not willingly.

“That grin says something different to what you just said!”

“Like I said, I've been taken to be raped and killed, several times, they never survive, I always do, but, I never want some poor boy who could be killed to suffer the same fate, so, since I have this curse, I may as well take out some trash along the way. The last guy was very rich, and before he finally died, I made him sign everything over to me.”

“Oh, well, I suppose that's good at least. How far away is your place, then?”

“Twenty minute walk from here. Do you have enough diapers?”

“I have a few.”

“We can stop at the medical store on the way and you can get more if you'd like, they have good ones there.”

“I usually haveta buy mine from Walmart or somewhere like that and get the cheap ones, because I can't afford the good ones the medical stores supply. I do actually need them, but because I'm in a dead end job with no insurance, I can only get the cheap ones, but they leak.”

“My treat, then, because, like I said, I have lotsa money.”

“Really.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.” Zane said happily.

They left the station together, and for close to five minutes, they did not talk. Finally Zane asked the young man his name.

“It's Charles Thaddeus Emerson the Fourth. I came from a very influential family where I came from.”

“It's good to meet you Charles, I'm Zane Theodore Jones the first, and only, and I came from a poor family with nothing.” Zane chuckled.

“It's good to meet you as well Zane. Please call me Arly though, it's what I go by now.”

“Arly it is, then.”

A few moments later, Zane and Arly entered a very large and well stocked medical supply store, and Zane was astounded at all the diapers that they carry. Arly grabbed a pack for himself, and told Zane to grab the same ones in his size, since they are the best, so, he did. When they went to the counter, Arly did in fact pay for them, in cash, and the lady bagged the packs, and then they headed out.

A few minutes later, again, now into the more well to do neighbourhood, where Zane had never had reason to go to, they walked up to a beautiful house, and went in.

“Welcome to my home.” Arly said.

“Wow, nice place.”

“Yes, it sure is. Too bad I hate it.”

“Why?”

“Mostly because I hate everything.”

“Fair enough, I suppose I'm the same.”

“I need a diaper change, and you probably do as well, you can use the spare bedroom.”

“Yeah, I probably should.”

Zane was shown to the spare bedroom, and with his new diapers, he is most excited to change himself, and has to stroke himself to an amazing orgasm while doing so. Being around the stunningly beautiful, gay diaper wearing Arly has had a profound effect on him, and getting amazingly thick and soft diapers of far higher quality than he ever dreamed he would get is next best. As soon as he tapes himself up, a deep and so very contented sigh escapes his lips, and then he pats his diapered dick, which is still mostly hard, but satisfied for now. Zane gets dressed once again, and heads back out to the living area to wait for Arly.

What Zane had clearly not been counting on, was that when Arly entered the living area as well, a couple minutes later, was that he was naked other than his thick and thirsty diaper. The massive and instantaneous orgasm that slammed into Zane the second he saw Arly in all his stunning diapered beauty, caused him to crash, quite literally, and Arly actually chuckled, but was thankful that only the floor got in Zane's way. It took a full two minutes, maybe even three, for him to come to once again.

“Sorry about that, when I'm home, I wear just my diapers, since it's more comfortable. I figured you'd be the same, and that you'd come out in just your diaper as well.” Arly said softly once Zane had come back to Earth, and looked to him.

“I do, but, well, we just met. Fuck, you're stunning.”

“Thanks. Feel free to strip down to just your diaper as well.”

“Um, no thanks.”

“It's okay, I'm not shy, I guess it comes with living for so long and realizing that it just really doesn't matter. I was shy about my body when I was actually a real kid, but back then, that's just the way it was, you were to never show yourself. Anyway, can I offer you something?”

“Um, yeah, I'm really shy, and about the only thing that I need at the moment is the use of your phone, so that I can call into work.”

“Okay.” He said, and then ran and grabbed a cell phone. “I don't honestly know why I have it, I've never called anyone, and the only people who ever call me are scam artists. I love fucking with them, though, it's actually a lotta fun. I pretty much only use it for the internet, but even then, I have a notebook computer that works way better for that.”

“Thanks, I'd love a cell phone, but I can't afford it. I can barely afford what I do have with what little I make.”

Zane took a few moments to call into work, and when he said to the person in charge that an emergency had come up, and that he needed to take the day off, he was informed rather rudely that he must be at work, within ten minutes, or he is fired. When Zane attempted to say that that is illegal, and that he has never missed a day of work since he started almost three years ago, but again, he was informed even more rudely, that that is no excuse, and that he is expected to be at work, so, he said, fine, fuck you, you whore, I quit, and hung up before she could say more.

“Fuck, what'd I just do. I needed that job.” Zane said, and then burst into tears.

Arly let him cry for a few moments, before going and doing something that he had not done in a few hundred years, he went and hugged Zane, and told him that it will be alright, and that he can live with him instead. It took a few minutes for Zane to calm down and realize what Arly was saying, and when finally he pulled away, he looked to Arly.

“Why would you want me to come and stay here with you, we met like a whole half an hour ago?”

“Because, for some reason I trust you, I haven't felt that sorta thing since I was technically alive, and I like you. We're shockingly similar in a lotta ways. Not to mention, I'm really fucking bored and depressed, I think you are too, and we could help each other.”

“Yeah, for some reason I feel I can trust you as well, and yes, I'm bored and severely depressed as well, but I'm also scared.”

“Ah, but the thing is, you don't haveta be scared. I may've been taken many times, and while they all thought it was gonna be against my will, it was quite the opposite in fact. More often than not, I rocked their worlds, a few I actually kept around for a while, I kept them very drained and happy, yet they all knew that I was gonna kill them eventually. They all tried to kill me, but I succeeded, while unfortunately they couldn't. So, yeah, what you want, you can actually have, but, for the first time in my life, I'd like it to be fully mutual and maybe even loving. My parents loved me, I know that, but since I hadta go away, I've never felt love, and that's what I've missed most of all, so, maybe, just maybe, these feelings I have, they could turn to love.”

“The problem, though, what we want, there's no get outta jail free card for that, I'll be branded, tossed in the pit, and tortured. You won't really escape any better.”

“Yeah, except most people never even see me, I slip by their notice almost entirely, and besides, they'd never find out.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Easy, remember the lady at the medical store, since I moved here ten years ago, she's helped me probably a hundred times or more, yet every time she sees me buying diapers, it's like it's the first time she's seen me. The fact that I haven't aged at all in that ten years hasn't registered. No one ever remembers meeting me, and almost no ever actually sees me. Trust me, I've jumped in front of dozens of buses, cars, trains, trucks, even an airplane, and no one has ever seen me do so before. I know I'm not invisible, but whatever this curse did to me, makes me damn near as bad. I guess that's what I get for doing what I did.”

“Oh. But I saw you?”

“Yeah, I know, which is a first, and is the reason I seemta be able to trust you. Maybe you were sent to finally help me end my curse, but I have no way of knowing, but it is the feeling I get when you're near me.”

“So, um, how and why'd you get cursed?” Zane asked curiously.

“Let's go sit down, but, before I tell you, you haveta strip down to just your diaper.”

“I don't think that's a very good idea.”

“Ah, but I think it is, and I know you're curious, so, in order to find out, you haveta strip.” Arly grinned mischievously.

“You're a brat.” Zane laughed.

“Thanks.” Arly giggled, a first since before he was cursed, in fact, he had not laughed once since that fateful day.

As he watched Zane strip down to just his diaper, which was still mostly dry, with just one tiny little wet spot in the front so far, something was happening deep inside Arly that he had never felt before. Oh, sure, he had read about butterflies in the stomach, so to speak, he knows by the book what he is feeling, but the sensation is all too new to him. He is very happy to see Zane, an incredibly handsome man, in nothing but a diaper. He has to wear diapers, but until this very day, he has never seen another like this, nor has he ever liked them, or even thought about them in any way other than loathing, until this very day. He groaned involuntarily from the vision, and had to reach down and push his suddenly uncomfortable erection into a more comfortable position. Zane missed nothing, and went even harder than he had still been.

“Fuck, you're hot in just your diaper.” Arly groaned.

“Thanks, but you're way hotter.” Zane said, blushing.

“Thanks. Let's go sit down, and I'll tell you my tale.”

They went and sat on the couch, each choosing an end, then turning their backs to the arms, and sitting cross legged, which exposes both their diapers in a way that makes the other groan once again. Arly had to lick his lips and swallow a couple times before he was able to truly speak.

“So, for the very first time ever, I'm actually telling someone my tale, and just so you know, the words are forever etched into my memory, so, this is pretty much exactly what happened as well, though I won't burden you with the entirety of it, I will give you the important parts. This is hard for me to do, though, this curse is punishment for who and what I was, because of something that I did that was horrible beyond belief, so, please don't interrupt, I'm not sure I'll have the power to continue if you do. With that being said, though, this is also the only time I've ever actually wanted to tell someone my story. So, here goes.

“As I told you before, I came from a very influential family, in Massachusetts, my father was a very wealthy tenth generation business and land owner, who's family came from England where they were also very rich. As such, I had lots of money, and unfortunately thought that all peasants were trash, and treated them so. There was a boy, only just a little more than a year older than I was, who had a serious medical issue that couldn't be resolved, though nowadays they could, they couldn't then, and he couldn't hold his pee at all. So, much a like a baby, at that time, he basically had a pair of what we'd call underwear nowadays made from soft leather, and inside, his mother would put layers of knitted wool to help absorb it, and he would just change the fabric a few times a day. I grew up knowing him and of his problems, everyone did, it was rather difficult to hide, it was pretty bulky.

“I, however, plain and simple, was an asshole to him, I teased him mercilessly and ceaselessly, I caused him to never have friends, because I told everyone that he was a freak and didn't deserve friends. It was me that didn't deserve friends, but, being so rich, everyone wanted to be seen near me, and what I liked, they liked, what I hated, they hated. But, I went too far, he simply couldn't take it any more, and slit his throat in class, staring right at me, after telling me that I'm a horrible human being. There was no saving him, he'd simply done the job too well. I may've thought I was better than everyone, but that affected me a lot more than I can say.

“His mother, however, had known all about me, what I'd done to her son, and she rightfully placed all the blame for the death of her son squarely on me. I wasn't even half way home, from school the next day, when I was knocked out. I have no idea what she did, or how she did it, but, when I woke up, I was naked, laying spread eagle on a large stone table, arms and legs strapped down so that I couldn't move. Even my head was strapped down so that I couldn't move. When finally she saw that I was awake, she came into my field of vision, and said, finally, now we get to play.

“She said, 'You are the one and only person responsible for Zane's death, (Which caused a gasp from Zane), you tortured his mind for his inability to hold his urine, to the point that he couldn't take it any more. It is you that shall be punished for an eternity. I curse you to never feel the need to urinate, to always wear something that will absorb all that urine, and I shall never allow you to die, no matter how depressed you shall be.'

“As she was cursing me, she was carving symbols around my stomach and groin with a very sharp knife, which hurt, a lot, and dripping a potion into the wounds as she finished each symbol, and they festered and burned so much, but she had a wad of cloth, which as I found out was one of the wool cloths that she had used in Zane's underwear, and from the taste, it had not been washed, so, I couldn't scream. Every second of the carving of the symbols and the application of the potion was agony beyond description, far worse than any of the times I had been cut and/or burned before that. As it turns out, not only was the cloth still wet from Zane's own piss, but had a potion on it as well, so I was constantly drinking of it. Every few seconds as she was carving and cursing, she would add more potion to the cloth in my mouth. Though I do remember every word of the curse, it goes on for nearly an hour, so I won't make you sit through that. It was horrible, though.

“Just before she could finish her curse, I'm assuming the last lines would've been what I needed to do to atone for my ways, and to end the curse, the door was broken down. Clearly it was too late for me, and she went to the noose with a smile on her face, saying that now that her sons death has been properly punished, she would gladly die, but, she was a true witch, and didn't die from the hanging, so, they burnt her instead, and that finally killed her. Nowadays, everyone thinks they know what it was all about, and that witches weren't actually real, but, not only were they, but they still are. They've simply gotten better at hiding and blending in, trust me, I've searched, but every witch and warlock I've managed to find has been unable to reverse the curse, and few have wanted to even try, because I wouldn't tell why I was cursed, and they all knew that if someone cursed me like that, that I probably, and rightfully deserved it.”

“So, now, here we are, a few hundred years later, I've tried every method I can think of to kill myself, but I can't. I tried to jump into a volcano, but that was the only time my body wouldn't listen to me, so, I assume that that'd actually work, but the curse prevents me from actually doing it. Same with taking off my head, the curse won't actually allow it, and the one time I almost got my head chopped off, the sword broke on contact. Shocked the shit outta that person, I sure can tell you that.

“So, I was a truly horrible person, and have paid a thousand fold for it. I've tried to do as much good as I could, protected bullied kids as best I could, killed killers of kids, but, no matter how much good I do, it never seems to be enough. Death has been forever denied to me it seems, she said an eternity, but it has already felt like two to three eternities. The absolute loneliness is the worst part, that's what's made it feel so much longer. Not to mention, I truly don't need to sleep, I only sleep one to two hours per day, and sometimes I might only get that in a week, so not even the relief of sleep is allowed.

“Anyway, almost as soon as I was rescued, and taken home, a doctor came to the house to try and help me, but, after several hours, he explained that he simply can do nothing, that even though he tried to dig out the wounds caused by the symbols and the potion, his scalpels kept breaking. He also informed my parents that I had not stopped dripping urine, and has no clue how to fix it. He was, however, the same doctor that Zane had, so, he told my mother that I was going to have to wear the same type of underwear from then on. Truthfully, I think he agreed with my punishment, though I never told anyone of the actual curse and what was said.

“I stayed living at home for a bit better than a year, but, the torment was too great, and when I realized that I wasn't aging, I had to leave. I wrote a letter to my parents, telling them a little, though never fully, admitted that I'd taken a bunch of money, and that they would never see me again, and should spread around that I had taken my life in shame for what I'd done.

“As soon as I left home, though, and all the people that knew me, was when I realized one of the lines in the curse, you shall never be seen or missed. Everyone around home knew me, so, I wasn't invisible to them, but, as soon as I left, almost no one ever actually saw me again. When I went back a few years later to visit, no one recognized me, or even truly saw me, even my own family. So, I started travelling even more extensively, and even though I'm a kid, and way back then, kids never had money, or were allowed to travel by themselves, I did, and no one ever noticed. I always had a nice horse and buggy, and I travelled a lot. I searched for people up to no good, and protected those who I would've happily bullied and tortured, to attempt to atone for my mistakes, and at least make me feel better about myself, and it does work, just not for very long.

“I also seemed really good at finding ways of making and/or finding money, and made as much as my father was worth in just a hundred years. I gave most of it away, though, to orphanages, to kids who needed help, all sorts of things like that. I made the most amount of money, more than three times what my father was worth, in that days money, during the California gold rush. I seem pretty good at finding gold, but, the largest haul I had, was actually found by someone else that I ended up inheriting.

“A man and his young son, only ten years old, had found a massive payload, but someone else found out about it, and tied the man up, and forced the father to tell him where it is, by slicing up the mans son. When the man finally did, to try and save his son, the man instead stuck his blade in, twisted, and killed the poor boy in front of his father. Then, before I could act, he ended the mans suffering as well, because trust me, watching his son die, he suffered more than his son did. I then tied the man up after a fight, in which he stabbed me something like two hundred times, and forced him to tell me what he'd done, all the while doing to him exactly what he'd done to the poor boy. Instead of killing him quickly, though, I stayed and watched him for days, I ate food in front of him as I let him starve, I took out the piss soaked cloth stuffers from my underwear and stuffed them in his mouth, so that that was his only source of liquid, and some nutrients. I tortured him for days and days, found out his every secret, every treasure that he had killed for and stolen, where he hid it, and though I told him repeatedly that eventually I will allow him to die, I made sure that he understood that only once I am certain I know everything, and I went on several trips during that time to find all his treasures, and finally, when his mind finally stopped, I killed him with great pleasure.

“There were others, but he was the worst, he loved killing kids to make their parents tell him their secrets. I also found out that he did that for hire as well, and punished several people that had hired him to do things like that. It was quite a list.

“Next were proper cloth diapers, as soon as I found out about them, I started buying them, and they were way more comfortable than the cloth stuffed leather underwear, but, when disposable diapers came out, they were even better, and have only gotten better since. I still hated it, until this very day, but at least I was far more comfortable.

“And that pretty much brings us to today. I've never truly felt happiness or satisfaction 'til today, and this was a lot easier to tell you than I thought it was gonna be.”

Zane had to sit and digest that information a little before he could speak.

“Wow, that's some story. Of everything you told me, though, I can't help but to marvel at the coincidence that I should be named the same as the boy you were punished for.”

“Yeah, and I started to wonder about that from the second you told me your name.”

“And though I've never met you before, never heard your name, there's this odd familiarity in hearing it.”

“Yes, reincarnation is real, I've seen abundant proof of it, but the person never truly knows of their previous lives, yet things resonate with them, and sometimes in their dreams they see things from their past lives.”

“You think I'm the same Zane, come back to help you finally atone for your mistakes!”

“I don't know what to think, but, maybe, just maybe, he and I were a lot more alike than I knew, but I was such an asshole I couldn't see it, and he finally felt I was ready. I doubt his mother would ever willingly forgive me, but maybe he could. It does seem odd, though, and as I told you the first part of my story, I couldn't help but to see in your eyes that you actually felt like you already knew it.”

“Yeah, like you said, it resonated with me.”

“So, will you stay here with me, I think you need to?”

“Yes, I will, and considering I'm now without a job, I think I do too.” Zane chuckled.

“Good reason. Now, I know that it's too soon to go to bed together, but, there is one thing that I would very much like from you?”

“What?” Zane asked skeptically.

“A hug and a kiss.” Arly said softly.

“I think I'd like that too.”

Arly moved toward Zane, and as soon as he was in range, Zane grabbed him and pulled him to him, they wrapped their arms around each other, though Zane got to wrap his arm around Arly's very cute diapered bum, and they hugged softly and tenderly for every bit of twenty minutes, neither of their eyes in the least dry. Finally Arly was the first to pull away, he looked to Zane and found what he had hoped to see, and then pressed their lips together. At first there were no tongues involved, yet there was a surprising amount of love and tenderness. Again, the kiss lasted nearly twenty minutes before they slipped their tongues in, and even more lovingly and tenderly, they kissed the kiss of lovers.

When finally the kiss broke, there were no longer any tears in either of their eyes, but now as they look to each other, there is a deep love, an even deeper connection between them.

“I've never known love a day in my life, until this very moment, I wasn't even sure it was real. Now I know better, and I truly think I'm in love with you, Charles Thaddeus Emerson the Fourth, Arly.” Zane whispered.

“And I've finally found love. I thought it'd be forever denied, but I think I love you as well, Zane Theodore Jones the first.” Arly whispered softly.

“I never knew it'd be like this, I feel so calm and relaxed for the first time in my life.”

“Me too. So, what's your story then?”

“No clue. I was left on the doorstep to the fire station not far from here when I was just three months old, or thereabouts, I quite literally know nothing. I was given a birth date based on the fact that they thought I was three months old when I was found, I was given a name, my mothers name is Jane Jones on my birth certificate, with no father listed. I was put into foster care, and that's where I stayed. I was a constant and ceaseless bed and pants wetter, but after the age of three, diapers were taken away. I went to doctor after doctor, and they all said the same thing, they have no idea, and that eventually it'll work itself out. I was between eight and nine when I finally got the courage to ask for diapers, and after nearly a year of arguing for them, they were granted, though they really didn't wanna, they knew it was needed, and so, I got them, but they were the cheapest the local ministry for the protection of children could get. Protection, bullshit. My social worker was a raging and abusive alcoholic, I hadta go over her head too numerous times to count, her boss was barely any better, and both always made me feel as if I was just being a thorn in their sides. My first suicide attempt came when I was nearly thirteen, and you'd think that they'd maybe get me a shrink to help, yeah, right, that costs money, and they sure as hell didn't wanna spend any more money on me than they hadta, that's for sure. There were three more attempts before I left care, which, by the way, I was bounced from home to home to home, twenty seven if memory serves me correctly, from the age of five, because I don't remember more before that. I left care when I was eighteen, quit high school, because I'm quite dyslexic and again, no one felt it worth their time to try and help me, so, I said fuck you all, and went and got a job. I had a few dead end jobs before I got the job at the factory, but while it paid at least a little better, and allowed me to have just one job, it wasn't much better. And that, as they say, is that, that's my entire life history in what, two minutes.”

“Wow, just nothing, that's horrible. You've never even had sex before?”

“No, what I want, it's, well, kinda frowned upon you know.”

“Yeah, except by me.” Arly grinned brightly.

“Yeah.” Zane snorted.

“Well, should we get up and get lunch, I'm starting to get hungry?”

“Okay, and then after lunch, maybe we should head to my place and pack up what I wanna keep, and then tell the slum lord, I mean land lord that I'm moving.”

“After seeing some of the dumps they call housing here, I'm pretty sure you were more accurate the first time.” Arly giggled.

“Yeah, and it's a freaking palace compared to the first apartment I had.”

“Yikes.” Arly giggled.

They got up then and headed to the kitchen to make and eat lunch, both helping to make it, and then they sat across from each other and ate quietly, yet the silence was not uncomfortable, or oppressive as it normally is for the both of them. After cleaning up, they went and got dressed, and then headed out. It took only about thirty minutes to walk to Zane's place, and when they entered, Arly groaned and asked what that smell is. Zane laughed and said, “That's the smell of despair.”

“I wanna puke.” Arly said.

“Yeah, home sweet home. At least my place smells somewhat better, but that's because I've done a lot of cleaning.”

“Then let's get there.”

They had to take the stairs up to the fourth floor, because the elevator probably died well before Zane was born, though he teased it might have died before Arly was born, who then giggled and said that passenger elevators were not even invented yet, in any way that he was aware of. When they got there, they went in, and because Zane really had very little, it did not take at all long to pack it all up. Everything was just unceremoniously dumped into a pair of garbage bags, which they each took one, and then left. Zane knocked on the landlords door, who then answered sounding very rude and smelling as bad as the rest of the building did. Zane told him that he was moving out, and when the guy told him that he is in a lease, and can not do so, Zane laughed and said, well, I have no money, so, good luck getting anything, and then they turned and walked away.

“Well, I think I know where the smell from the entire building was coming from, fuck that guy reeked.” Arly laughed as they exited the building.

“Yeah, and his attitude reeked worse than his BO.” Zane also laughed.

They talked and laughed all the way back home, and when they made it, they stripped back down to just their nice slightly soggy diapers, and put everything away where it belonged, which was mostly in their bedroom, that was exceptionally large, and rather grand. Zane had never even been in a house before, he had only ever lived in cheap apartments. He had certainly never been in a house like this one, and he was very correct in thinking that just the master bathroom by itself was as large as his apartment was, and when Arly showed it off, he whistled.

“So, what's there to do around here. All I've ever had was bare minimum TV, and a few games, which you saw?”

“Well, when I inherited the house, there were a few fun things to do, but I've spent thousands upon thousands of dollars adding fun things to do, because I get stupidly bored all the time, which is why I always got so depressed and finally decided to try again, even though deep down I knew it wasn't gonna work, I'd long since given up hope that it would, but, you can't succeed if you don't try, right.” Arly laughed.

“Yeah.” Zane snorted.

“Come on, let me show you the basement.”

Zane had no idea that there was even a basement at all, from the outside it just looks like one large one level house, but he was led to some stairs just off the kitchen, and they went down. When the entered the basement, Zane was in awe.

“Well, no matter how old I get, it still seems I'm truly a kid at heart, and I love playing down here. I always wished that I'd have someone to play with, and now, finally, I do.”

“Wow, would you look at all this. How fucking big is that TV?”

“Eighty inch I think, don't remember.”

“It's bigger than the largest single wall in my apartment.” Zane laughed, and again, he is probably not wrong.

“Yeah, what's funny, when I had the store deliver it, the one delivery guy almost didn't deliver it, because he didn't believe me that my dad was at work. I just said, it's already paid for, you're at the correct address, what do you care. He shrugged, and did it. Then, as you can see, I hooked up every games system there's ever been to it, well, nearly, a couple of the very first ones weren't very good, and didn't survive this many years. As you can see, I have well over a thousand games, I've bought nearly every game there is, other than sports games. It seems I wasn't into sports when I was truly a kid, and I'm still not, even playing them on a games system, I just don't enjoy them.”

“I'm the same, actually.” Zane chuckled as he looked at it all.

“You know, the funny thing is, with all the games I have, my favourites are still Mario Brothers and Zelda.”

“Same.” Zane said happily.

“That's great, wanna play one of them?”

“Sure, you choose Baby.”

So, Arly chose Zelda, and so, because there had only been one chair in the gaming area, one of the desk chairs was rolled over for Zane to use, and then, for damn near six hours, they played and had fun. All the while they were playing, though, they talked and laughed, telling each other even more about themselves, and as they each told the other of their likes and dislikes, they realize just how much alike they truly are.

When they finally stopped playing, they realized just how hungry they are once again, and so, they headed up and made and ate dinner, making a pot of tea to go with it. By now, they are both getting good and soggy, and are getting seriously close to leaking, but neither cared about that in the least, and just ate anyway, if they leak, so be it.

“Zane, I know what your answer's gonna be, but I don't wanna hear it. For the first time in my brutally long life, I need someone to change my super soggy diaper, and I want you to have the courage to do so. I know you more than likely want someone to do the same for you as well, and I will. I do wanna stroke each other to orgasm, at least twice, though I think I need at least three or four, but we can leave sucking and fucking for a while yet, and maybe, just maybe, instead of fucking, when we do finally get there, we can make love instead. I've heard of it, I know and understand that it's real, but I've clearly never experienced it, so, I wanna work slowly toward it.”

“Okay.” Zane whispered in a croaking voice and with a very dry mouth.

Yes, Zane desperately wants and needs it damn near as much as Arly does, but still he feels it is too soon, that they will not be able to control themselves, and he is worried about them both equally in that respect.

Arly grasped Zane's much larger hand in his still tiny one, and led his man to what will almost certainly be their bedroom from now on. Arly laid himself down on the bed first, submitting to his man for his first ever super soggy baby bum change by someone else. Never before has he wanted this so much, never before had he even fathomed allowing one of the very many men over the years do this for him. He had always despised the diapers, for him they were part of the punishment, nothing more, and he never enjoyed it, and would not have been able to enjoy having someone change him. Now he feels that he absolutely can, and the more he lets go with Zane where diapers are concerned, the more he is loving them himself, maybe even loving himself finally.

With very nervous and shaking hands, Zane went in and started releasing the tapes to Arly's diaper. Even a blind man would clearly see just how much Arly is anticipating this, he is so hard, that he is pushing out the front of his soggy diaper as much as he possibly can. When Zane pulled down the front, to expose Arly's stunning hardness, he groaned deeply. Stunning does not do what Arly was hiding inside his diaper justice, though. He is at least four inches long, maybe slightly more, he is easily two inches around, but probably more, he was circumcised at birth, so he is missing his shroud, his erection is gently curved up and to his left, his balls are slightly loose, and appear as if he had just started puberty when his aging had been stopped, though he is still completely hairless. Oh yeah, Arly is the epitome of stunning boy gods, at least to Zane, and he finds that he is having a very hard time tearing his gaze away.

Finally he does, though, and grabs a baby wipe from the warmer by the bed, and proceeds to cleaning up Arly, but it took far more control than Zane thought he had to not throw the wipe away and go in with tongue and mouth. The wipe, though, truly, was only an excuse, and after maybe thirty seconds of that, Zane threw it aside and started stroking all of Arly that he can, erection, balls, and even his winking little hole, because Arly has his legs spread and knees pulled up, thus opening himself in just such a way to allow Zane all the access he could possibly want and need.

Twenty seconds, at best, from the time that Zane threw away the wipe, to the time Arly had his most powerful to date orgasm, the power of which nearly caused Arly to black out and Zane to cum hands free, thankfully neither did, though.

Without missing so much as one quarter of a second, Zane continued stroking his amazing little baby boyfriend, for he knows deep down that they truly are boyfriends now, and keeps on going, attempting to make Arly continue the amazing soft squeaks, mewls, and moans that he has been making all along.

Arly was right, though, it took four spectacular orgasms before his erection finally shrank down enough for Zane to diaper him up, and though he nearly blacked out each time from the sheer intensity of them, he managed to stay with it, and thus enjoy them immensely.

“My god, you truly are an amazingly sexy baby boy, and even though I know you don't truly like diapers, you do truly look so fucking good in them.” Zane whispered.

“Before today, I wasn't a diaper lover, now I think I finally am. Getting to see you in yours and enjoying them so fully, has finally helped me, and while I never truly hated them, they truly were just part of the punishment, what I truly deserved, now, not so much. Now, trade places with me please Baby, let me take care of you now.”

“Okay.” Zane whispered hoarsely.

Zane is so hard in his super soggy diaper, that the band of his diaper is being pushed out fully two inches because of it. To say he is uncomfortably hard would be just a minor mincing of words, he would say he is in agony right now, he is so hard. As soon as Arly is out of the way, Zane takes his place, and then Arly comes in with surprisingly steady hands and calm looks, and releases the tapes holding Zane's diaper onto him. As soon as the tapes are released, the result is immediate, Zane's erection was finally released from its bounds, and flipped the diaper nearly right off him. Arly giggled.

Arly could tell, though, just how charged Zane is, though, and knows that he is not likely to last more than just five seconds, no matter what he does, so, forgoing the wipes altogether, Arly grasps Zane's much larger erection is his shockingly soft and warm hands, using both to start, and strokes Zane for just three seconds, before something happened that shocked both of them equally.

Zane normally does not truly shoot a load, the furthest he had ever reached was his belly button, and maybe a couple inches of actual height, and while normally he spews forth about a teaspoon and a half, which he knows is lots, it never goes far. Today, however, seems to be a bit different. Instead, Zane not only shot easily two to three teaspoons full, but he painted his face and chest with at least three quarters of his entire ejaculation.

While Zane did not technically black out, he did go out of phase as it were for a few seconds as the single most powerful orgasm to ever tear through his body left him delirious. Arly's mouth was hanging open in surprise. He had jacked off dozens of guys now, none of them had ever done what Zane had just done, nor had any of them ever made the sound that Zane had made, it sounded both glorious and painful all at the same time.

Even though he knows he should not, Arly cannot help himself, though, and pulls away the hand that is now coated in cum, brings it to his face, and licks it up. Arly has always loved cum, since the very first time a man made him drink it all, he could not get enough, but Zane's cum is, by far, the best tasting that he has ever gotten to experience, and as such, he needs more, only this time, he bends down and starts licking it all up from Zane's still heaving and quaking body, starting at his belly where the last had fallen, and working his way up slowly, savouring every sinfully delicious drop he can find, until he is licking it off of Zane's face.

Without intending to do so, as soon as Arly has all the cum cleaned from Zane's face, he presses his lips to Zane's, and kisses him deeply, sharing a good portion of the cum that he had just collected from his mans face. They kissed long and passionate, tender and loving, for easily ten minutes, before Arly pulled away.

Zane has enjoyed his own cum since he started shooting at late thirteen, even still, he jacks off three to four times per day, and enjoys every drop that he can get. He has never gotten to enjoy someone else's cum though, but what Arly is doing for him now is beyond anything that Zane could have ever desired, and he is loving it, and Arly even more.

Soon after pulling away from the kiss, Arly latches back on, this time with only one hand, and expertly strokes his man, while his other hand started exploring, petting, rubbing, and fondling all that he possibly can. Even though it had been several minutes since his orgasm had let him go, Zane still had felt ultra sensitive, and was not sure how or why he was still hard, that one orgasm felt every bit as powerful and copious as any previous three had together, maybe even ten, so, how he has more to offer, he cannot fathom. More he has, though, because Arly is very expertly working it out of him, and he wonders if this time he will truly pass out when it happens.

Knowing just how close to spent Zane must be from such a massive orgasm, Arly is very slowly and softly working his man, making it feel better than he has ever attempted before in his life, and every time that he feels that Zane is getting too close, he either slows right down, or stops stroking his man, but continues to pet and tickle a little of his other parts. For close to twenty minutes, Arly edges Zane like this, when suddenly he can take no more, and explodes in another even more phenomenal orgasm, pumping out just a tiny bit more cum than his first, and this time, because Arly once more has Zane pointed nearly straight up, his cum reached easily another six inches higher than his previous had, and splattered down all over his chest and face once again, though none landed on his belly, the rest oozed over Arly's hand.

“Fuck me.” Arly groaned from witnessing that.

Then he looked to Zane, his eyes are wide open in shock, but his eyes are rolled back in his head, and he is gone. If it were not for the powerful gasps and the nearly equally powerful quaking that Zane's body is still experiencing, he would almost be worried that he killed Zane.

Now with even more cum to enjoy, Arly starts with all the cum that had oozed over his stroking hand first, and enjoys it even more. Then he starts licking it off of Zane's body once again, this time savouring it even more than before, and slowly Zane's breathing and quaking slows down, and when he looked to his mans eyes, he can see that he is starting to reboot. By the time that Arly has all the cum cleaned from Zane's face, Zane is just finally come to again, and so, he presses their lips together once more, and this time, the kiss is even more tender and loving than before, and a far cry more than either ever thought they would ever get to experience.

Almost five minutes later, though, Arly suddenly felt his thigh getting wet, and knowing instantly what was happening, he reached down and pinched off Zane's dick, to stop the flow, and then worked his way down, replaced his fingers with his lips, and released the pressure holding the fluid in, and allowed Zane to empty out in his mouth instead. Arly had never allowed another to do this to him before, though he had enjoyed his own hundreds or thousands of times in the past, and he loved it, but what he is receiving from Zane now is so much better.

The groan that Zane let out from this action, told all his feelings on what Arly is doing to him now.

As soon as the flow stopped, Arly pulled off and looked up lovingly to his man. “Mmmm, you taste really fucking good. I love my own, and have sucked my soggy diapers dry lots, but I've never let anyone else feed me theirs.”

“Same, and I can't wait to trade soggy baby diapers later then and try yours now. Now I almost wish you had've let go and I woulda sucked it out of you as well.”

“Maybe next time Baby. Now, I guess I should probably get you diapered how you deserve huh.”

“Yes please Baby.”

Arly then even more expertly diapered Zane, finally cleaning him up, and then lotioning and creaming him up good and proper.

“Wow, soggy baby bum change time has never been so good. I'm not so sure I can survive three of those kindsa seriously amazing super soggy baby bum changes per day, but one thing I'm absolutely certain of, if I haveta go, that's how I wanna go.” Zane sighed deeply.

“Ditto. And finally, for the first time in hundreds of years, I actually want it to take years and years.”

“Mmmhmm. I love you Baby.”

“I love you Baby as well.” Arly smiled warmly.

And for damn near exactly forty years, they got to live and love each other just as deeply. It took them damn near a month before they truly started sucking each other, and it was three months after meeting that they made sweet tender love to each other. They came and peed inside each other, and enjoyed that a great deal. Arly had never allowed someone to pee inside him, though he had dreamed of it for more years than he could remember, he had simply never loved, or even liked any of them enough to allow them to do something so personal to him, besides, he killed every last one of them for being monsters, though that did not stop him from using them as much as they were going to use him.

Every five to ten years, though, they would move, they changed cities and experienced new places, and they always bought really nice houses. Some cities were really nice, others were just garbage dumps with high rises, but they were together, and they love each other so much, that that was all that mattered.

Now getting to share diapers with someone else who had always truly loved them, that had already started to wear Arly down very early on, but within weeks, they were double, triple, and quadruple baby diapering each other. They ordered in the most babyish and thickest of baby diapers and cute baby clothes, and they truly babied each other as much as they could, and year by year, Arly healed.

Of course he still truly believed that he had deserved every second of his punishment, he also equally believed that Zane truly was the reincarnated soul of the very same Zane that he had tormented to death, and had thus caused the punishment. Eventually he came to forgive himself. He still never aged so much as one day, and both he and Zane were very much okay with that.

At just over sixty five, Zane got sick, and when he went to the doctor, they ran all the tests, and the news was not good, he had months at best to live, and while they offered him to stay there, so that they could keep him comfortable, he refused, and said he wants to go at home. And so, Arly looked after his man until the day he could no longer hold on.

Just as Zane slipped away, a whisper came into Arly's mind, and it sounded just like the Zane that he had tortured, it said: 'I forgive you and release you from your curse.”

Arly cried for hours, still holding the hand of his one and only true love, but then, he simply slipped away himself, he died, and he finally found the one thing that would kill him, his final realization. The one and only thing that could kill him was a broken heart, from loving so deeply, not only someone else, but himself. As this realization struck him, and his body collapsed on top of his lover, a smile lit up his soul.

Arly got to meet Zane as the child he tormented, and they hugged and Zane forgave him, and then he met his Zane, and they hugged and kissed, and walked hand in hand into their sunset, and lived and loved for an eternity.

****Thanks for reading, I hope that you enjoyed. This came to me as a waking dream in the morning just a week ago, and between trying to edit my other story and many other things, I wrote all this down. As usual, when I write something so fast, it's actually taken me longer to edit than it took to write. As always, should you wish to contact me, please do so. Please remember to support nifty, they offer all of us a great space to share. Have a soggy diapered day.****