Three Diapered Amigos Book III The Kidnapping Chapter 13
The Three Diapered Amigos
Book III: The Kidnapping
Written by JD © August 2013 - 2022
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Author's Note: This chapter does indeed bring us back to our 2 kidnapped boys. In this chapter they are going to try and escape once again. Maybe with Craig's help, they will be able to accomplish this task this time. I would also like to point out that besides the general warning I normally use, this chapter does indeed contain violence and extreme sexual content between two boys and an adult male. If this type of content is not to your taste, please read something else, you have been warned! Finally, I really want to point out something that several other authors here have falsely made claim to and I would hate to see someone get hurt from this behavior due to their misrepresenting the truth. DRINKING URINE, WETHER IT IS YOUR OWN OUR SOMEONE ELSES, IS NEVER SAFE AND URINE IS NOT STERILE! For a long time, there was this thought from the medical community the urine was safe and sterile but it has been proven not to be the case. All urine has trace amounts of bacteria in it and therefore is not sterile! Do not get your information on this from any site that claims to be one that is uncredited. Go to a real source of information, a real site of real doctors and get this information. Also, due to the high salt content in urine, the military states very clearly to soldiers in combat without water, to never drink your urine as it will only dehydrate you faster! Please don't believe the myths about urine being clean and sterile and do your research before consuming it. Only in small amounts is it considered safe and even then, doctors say don't take the risk!
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.
Chapter 13: Maybe A plan to Escape!
Craig:
I slowly woke up. It took me a minute before I realized, that everything that had happened in the last day, was not a dream! I once again told myself how stupid I had been as the tears started to flow freely from my eyes. Whimpering quietly, I laid there in the bed with the awful man between both Mark and me. I hated the fact that his large hairy body was so close to mine and one of his arms were still draped over my small frame and slightly gripping me, even in his sleep. I was still in full shock from the stuff he made not only me, but my beautiful Mark do last night. I felt I might be scarred for life, that is, if I lived past this whole ordeal both Mark and I were in right now! At first, when Mark had told me about what this man had done to him and how he had allowed it to happen in order to not be killed, it really never occurred to me how awful that it really was or that I too would have to do those things or things that were even worse! Like Mark, I didn't know anything about sex unless you count what my dad told me about when he gave me my sex talk not long ago, but what that did was mostly confuse me and grossed me out when he said I would probably start noticing girls more and want to hang around them. This meant what this guy ended up doing to both me and Mark was completely new territory. I guess since I was new, he decided to start with me first and break me in, and boy did he ever break me in!
Even now waking up, my bottom was still screaming with pain from where the asshole shoved his hard weenie into me! I couldn't believe it when he plowed his monster into where I pooped from! Of course, I didn't have much time to think about it before the ripping pain from my poop hole started to course through my body and made me start crying and screaming my head off. The only reason I didn't wet myself right then and there was because he had me use the potty real good before getting in bed with him. Once he had his weenie inside of me, for some damn reason he kept pulling it almost all the way out, then would thrust it back in before it popped all the way out of me. I was sure he just did this to hear me scream again as that is all it caused me to do! So, he continued shoving his weenie into me and I kept screaming in pain, every time he did. All through my screams, I kept hearing the memory of Mark's voice as he plead with me not to scream or the man would hurt me even more but at that moment, all I could think of was the extreme pain coursing through my butthole and throughout my small body! Besides, considering how much he was hurting me then, I don't think it could have gotten much worse, heck, I would have even welcomed death just to end the pain. It also was pointless as I knew what the man was capable already, as Mark was still in a catatonic state after being hit so hard by this crazy asshole. Between that and what he did to me earlier, I already found out firsthand what he did to crybabies such as myself. From the way the guy was groaning, moaning, and breathing heavily, it almost seemed he was enjoying himself way more than I was and at the moment he didn't seem to be bothered about my screams unlike he was earlier when he first jabbed his fingers in me. It felt like he was ripping my whole poop hole apart as he jabbed me forcefully harder and faster each time with his big weenie.
If you had told me before he shoved that monster into me that it would be possible, I would have never believed it. I mean this guy's weenie was bigger than my dad's and looked so big around that I swear that it looked almost as thick as my wrist and stiff, it looked almost as long as my arm from my wrist to my elbow, though I may be exaggerating a little there. I am just trying to say it was huge compared to both Mark's and Mine which were just about 2 inches stiff. Some may say that is tiny but you have to remember that we may be 11, but we both just only recently had birthdays in the last couple months, so we are very young 11-year-olds. We are also the smallest kids in our class as well.
Mark is often described as the baby of our group, that is mostly because he is the youngest and usually acts more childish out in the open then Randy or myself, in truth, if you were to base it on our sizes, I would be considered the baby as I am the smallest of the Three Diapered Amigos. I really hate being the size of an 8-year-old. You know, I realize that I told you my height, but I never really told you the other 2 Amigos height. To remind you, I am 3 foot 11 inches. Mark, with his perfect sandy blond hair and gorgeous sapphire eyes, is, 4 feet exact, so only a couple inches taller than me. Randy and his identical twin brother Billi, who both have nice light brown hair, dazingly brown eyes and when I say dazingly, I mean not the ordinary type of brown you normally see. No, these eyes of theirs seem to have a sparkle and gleam that can make you just drown in them. Now while both Mark and I are both just skin and bones and a little baby fat, Randy and Billi do have a little lean muscle, not a lot, but just the right amount for boys their age. Obviously, they are not going to go around beating up 6th or 7th graders anytime soon, but over us grade schoolers, they reign supreme. Anyway, they both tower in at 4 foot 6 inches. They are not the tallest kids in our school as there are 2 kids taller but both of those kids are wimps and wusses and are afraid of the twins. Anyway, you get the idea of how small both Mark and I were compared to this guy who looked to be at least over 6 feet tall as my dad was 6 foot and this guy was bigger than him!
As you may have figured out from my trip to the doctor, I always hated pain. I was a big believer that shots were something that doctors did just to torture little kids and I hated them! And while on the subject of pain, I really hated my dad's spankings too! I also didn't like any other types of pain like getting hurt for any other sort of reason. Well, I am here to tell you one thing right now; I would have been more than willing to go through any of the past pain I have ever gone through, then the pain I was being forced to feel right now! Boy, I wish I had been right about it not fitting in me, but he managed to shove that damn thing up in me anyway and I think ripped my poophole in the process! I was surprised when I later found out from Mark, that this was the first he had ever seen anything like that and he was honestly scared the guy would do it to him too. What surprised me wasn't that the guy hadn't done it to him yet, but that Mark was conscious enough to see it happening at all! I mean, to us, he had be completely in his own world at the time.
Anyway, as for me being jabbed in my poophole with a huge wiener, it had to be the worst thing I ever felt in my entire life. Our kidnapper didn't pull that thing out of me until he seemed to get all excited suddenly and it felt like he peed inside of me. When he did pull out, I could feel that his huge weenie was finally becoming soft and the last few dribbles of his pee ended up on my butt and back. Even though I am used to wetting and pooping myself, I still felt disgusted with feeling that guy's pee inside my poop hole and on my backside, all I wanted to do was rush to the bathroom and jump into the shower and wash it off of me but he wouldn't allow me to, instead, he just gave me a GoodNite and told me to put it on. I tried to tell him I should be wearing one of the Pampers because I was afraid, I would leak on his bed but he refused to let me get up and get one. Luckily, Mark was still in his but I knew there was no way I would last all night without leaking. As if he were reading my mind, the bastard reminded both of us that we better not leak on his bed or it would be the last time we ever would need a diaper at all! I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but from his tone, I was sure I didn't want to find out! Poor Mark didn't even bat an eye and like he had ever since earlier that evening, was still hiding in his faraway place.
At some point I had fallen asleep, I hadn't meant to as both Mark and I had planned to stay awake until our kidnapper had fallen asleep and grab his cellphone. This of course was the plan before Mark ended up a zombie and now everything was on my shoulders. I had intended on staying awake since it was are means of getting away, but instead, I fell asleep before the guy did. I am just glad I woke up before he did.
Due to not wanting to wake the hairy son of a bitch up and possibly be forced to do more awful, disgusting, stuff to him or have him put his large weenie into my very sore bum again, I laid there as stiff as I could. Knowing that even my soft crying and whimpers could wake him; I did my best to choke it back. I already knew what happened if we disturbed him, and that included crying in any form! My butt felt redder than I ever remembered it being as I could still feel the welts that the guy's belt had left on my naked flesh bite into my soft skin.
The reminder of what he had done after he finished shoving his thingy in my poophole almost made me gag. It really grossed me out more than anything else the guy had made us do. It was what he made Mark do with his wiener and this time he went through with it. That was when the guy forcibly removed Mark's thumb from his mouth and replaced it with his large drooping peepee. I wanted to throw up as I could see his thing covered with dark brown splotches and knew it was my poop and he was making Mark suck it off his weenie! I don't know why he even bothered to tell Mark he better start to suck it like it was a sucker and not scrape it with his teeth as he knew just like I did that he wasn't going to get any response at this time from my friend. Still, I couldn't believe it when Mark actually did as he was told, I guess he treated it almost as if it was a large thumb. It really surprised me that he actually cleaned his wiener off considering it was covered in my poop! I really wanted to stop him this time like I did the last but for some reason I just couldn't find my voice, and a part of me was scared of what the guy might do if I tried. Somehow, I knew that this time I didn't have a choice to intervene like I did before.
The only thing I actually found one bit enjoyable about the whole thing was what happened next and I have to be honest, I really didn't want to like it as I hated the man who made me have this enjoyable feeling. As both Mark and I laid on either side of him, he slipped his hands inside our diapers and played with our boyhoods. To be honest, I only knew it was happening to Mark too because I heard him panting hard and since it was the first thing I heard from him, since he had become catatonic, I lifted myself up off the bed high enough so I could look over the man and see if Mark was getting better now. When I saw that even though he still had a distant look but had a somewhat smile on his face, I could tell that in some way, he too was enjoying having his little stiffy rubbed as much as I was.
As the guy continued to rub my boyhood, it reminded me of the time in the bathroom when Mark and I rubbed each other. Boy, did I so wish we had not chickened out and gone further that day! So far, neither one of us has ever taken it past the point of when we start to feel like we are needing to pee. I guess we were just too embarrassed about possibly losing control and peeing on each other as we were rubbing each other's boyhoods. As for losing control, I could tell that point was coming rapidly right now as my little testicles seemed to become very tingly and that same feeling began to creep through my groin. At that moment I was getting the distinct feeling that I needed to pee very badly. I really wasn't sure if I should warn our kidnapper or not but it didn't matter because, before I could even think about what to say to him, it just suddenly happened!
It felt like I had suddenly exploded out of the tip of my boyhood and it felt amazingly awesome! I could not believe the incredible feeling that gushed through my body! It was the best feeling I ever felt before. I had really thought I was going to pee but as my boyhood spasmed a few times in the man's fingers, I could tell that no fluid came out of it and I stayed completely dry inside of my GoodNite. It was amazing but at the same time very unsettling that this man was using such a thing to play with my mind like this, it wasn't fair! First, he does the worst thing to me that I ever felt, then the best, though I don't think what he just did would ever make up for ripping open my poop hole. If I did ever get back home, I was sure I would need to have surgery just to restitch it back together! I was afraid that my GoodNite was filled with blood this morning as well and if I didn't get to a hospital soon, I might even bleed to death.
I might have gone through a lot yesterday and maybe our plan didn't work like we wanted, but at least I now knew where Mark was. Yes, I was unfortunately captured like him, but hopefully our odds are now better at survival with both of us together to get through it. Also, I wasn't dumb, I remembered the news reports of the other kids and I was scared shitless that we were going to die and nothing we tried to do was going to change that. The only thing I could grab onto was that neither Mark or I wouldn't be alone at the end when death came. At least, that was what my young mind was grasping on to the worse end of this mess and on the best end was that we somehow got rescued by getting either the keys or the phone. For now, I tried my best to think towards the positive side, as the negative side only wanted me to crawl into a corner and cry.
Slowly, I tried to move without disturbing the man and found that with a little effort, I could squeeze out of under his arm. Once out of his grip, I sat up and looked over to the other side of the man at Mark's cute sleeping form and I almost cried as I noticed he was still sucking his thumb furiously as if it were his life support. I was able to see, because our kidnapper had relented and left the bathroom light on for us so it wouldn't be totally dark in here for us, when we woke up.
Thinking back to yesterday morning, after I realized Mark was the other kidnapped kid here, I was so happy to see him and know he was still alive. I probably shouldn't have since we were kidnapped, but I really enjoyed cleaning up Mark and I think he enjoyed it as well. I just wished it could have stayed that way for the rest of the morning! Mark was the only good thing about this whole experience and he made me happy but if he wasn't happy, but was sad or hurt, my whole world could quickly fall apart! If only things could have stayed peaceful as they were, but everything changed when we heard those doors open yesterday morning!
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We had no sooner taken a seat at the table when the inner door opened. It was the first time I had a chance to see the man who had threatened to kill Mark, and molested him. I was expecting a disgusted looking and evil person. Someone like my dreams kept conjuring for me. Instead, what I saw surprised me. He was actually a good-looking man, if you didn't count the tattoos that were visible. He was taller and was a little hairier then my dad, still, that didn't make him look like a monster. If he had walked past me in the street, I would have never considered him a threat at all. I wasn't sure why Mark never told me this, I guess at the time he was just too freaked out with everything that was happening to him. He just wasn't at all what I was expecting and for a moment I forgot that this man was someone dangerous.
Thinking about Mark, I looked over to him and could see the fear in his eyes as the man approached us at the table and smiled. I did have to admit, the smile on the man's face creeped me out a lot as it didn't look right on him, as if it weren't a normal happy smile. When he suddenly looked at me, my whole opinion of him just moments before, suddenly seemed to change in just seconds. It seemed as if my spine itself prickled in instant fear as I felt his eyes and weird smile look right through me, as if the guy could see right through my diaper. I found myself glad I had remembered to put my GoodNite back on. Not only because it covered and hid my boyhood from this stranger, but also because out of fear, I felt my bladder suddenly let go once more and soak the already wet pull-on diaper. As if he knew what I was doing, the man looked down at my lap and watched as the GoodNite expanded with my boy pee.
"So, I see I now have two babies I have to take care of!" The man laughed. "I guess he was right, and had me buy these Pampers for you to wear instead." I wasn't sure who the he was, the man referred too. What I did notice was that he stated this without caring that he was letting us know for certain that someone else was involved in our kidnapping.
The fact that he let us know that there was someone else, made me feel even more uncomfortable as it made it seem even more likely that they had no intention of letting us go. I watched enough kidnapping movies to know better, when the kidnappers give away information like this and even allow you to see their faces, they almost always intend on killing the kidnapped person. Of course, all the movies I have seen always turned out okay in the end. The bad guys always get caught and the kidnapped people always get rescued but I had a very bad sinking feeling that didn't happen in reality.
Bringing my attention back on our ass of a babysitter, when he mentioned something about Pampers, I noticed that his arms were full. He was holding several bags and as he pointed out the Pampers, he lifted the bags in his left hand as if they all contained packages of diapers. This did give me some hope as it meant that at least we would be kept alive for a while.
Neither I nor Mark had said a word to him yet, I knew why Mark hadn't as he was too scared to do so. As for my reasons, it was mostly due to not knowing what to say. I really wanted to plead with this man and beg him to just let us go. I guess you can say I was still in that `dumb kid thinking mode', where I thought I would be able to find a way out of this for us. Also, a part of me really didn't want to believe this normal looking guy could actually be as evil as Mark made him out to be, no matter how much his staring at me gave me the heebie-jeebies. I should have really known better! Mark wasn't the type of person to fib about something like this. I was about to find out for myself anyways.
"So, are you going to just sit there in that damn soaking diaper?!" The man suddenly yelled at me and once again, I felt instant fear of him take over me as I felt it begin to crawl across my skin.
Too stunned and afraid to instantly respond to this new person yelling at me, I pissed him off further. He suddenly dropped the bags on the table and grabbed me as if I were a bag of potatoes! Before I knew it, I was in the bathroom where he ripped the GoodNite off of my body and ordered me to wash. Still fazed by the sudden change of events, I just stood there and started to whimper. This just angered him further and he picked me up and sat on the toilet. Before I even knew it, he had me over his knee with my naked, and wet with pee, bum stuck in the air. As I felt the first hard smack of his hand leave a red-hot imprint on my young smooth wet bottom, I screamed out in pain and started to cry and sob in full furor.
"Boy! If you don't shut that trap of yours, I will really give you something to bawl about!" The man yelled in anger as his hand kept smacking my bottom as hard as he could.
Of course, I couldn't stop crying as it hurt too much and I couldn't control my fear at that moment. My screaming and bawling continued and so did the spanking. It wasn't until it stopped for a moment that I thought he was finally going to stop, but I was terribly wrong. Maybe if I had gotten control of my sobbing in time, he might have not have done what he did next but my bottom felt like it was on fire and I was crying and in heaving sobs due to the pain, so it should have been no surprise that it did not stop. A moment later, I felt the first strike of a belt on my bum. He so far had struck me harder than anyone else ever had when being punished. If I hadn't been in full force tears and shouting my head off in pain, I might have realized, that my parents and others who had spanked me in the past, had gone easy on me. I never noticed that Mark, due to his fear of what was happening to me, had come into the bathroom as well, at least not until he started to plead with me.
"Please Craig! Do what he says or he will continue to spank you!" I suddenly heard Mark, who was in my face, pleading with me. I could hear the fear in his voice and see the tears building in his own eyes, but somehow, he had managed to choke them back. "Craig please! I'm scared and I don't think I will be able to stop crying either if I start! I can't hold it back much longer Craig!" I heard his pleas and watched through my teary eyes, as his lips began to tremble.
"Listen to your little butt buddy, boy!" The man laughed as he landed another crack of his belt on my sore bottom.
Not able to stand the fire that was screaming across my little butt, I tried my best to choke back my tears and begged him to stop. "Please sir, if you stop, I promise to not cry anymore."
"I am sorry, but that isn't good enough, you need to stop crying now, and then I will stop." He stated as he hit me once again and I again screamed in pain.
"Please sir, don't hit him no more, he can't take it! His butt is all red and it looks like it may be bleeding. I know Craig, if you stop, he will too, but he can't while you are still whipping him like that." I heard Mark's voice plead with my torturer.
Then as if by magic, the man stopped. "Alright, he better stop his crying and be cleaned up before he comes out of this bathroom." The man declared then looked at Mark, "If not, it won't only be his, but also your butt, I will be blistering! Got it?!" He declared staring straight at Mark who gulped and nodded his head yes and didn't take another breath until the bastard walked out of the small bathroom and shut the door behind him.
I slowly stood up from the floor where the man dumped me after he got up from the toilet and left. My bum hurt so bad that I was afraid he might have broken something back there. I wiped the tears from my eyes and Mark got me some toilet paper to wipe away my snot that was running all down my face. Somehow, I had forced myself to stop my bawling, but my tears were still steadily flowing from my eyes.
"Craig please, he will beat us both if you don't stop." Mark sniffled and rubbed his own leaking eyes. "I am sorry he beat you, Craig. I didn't know he would use a belt; he only used his hand on me." He stated terrified at the thought of going through what I just did.
As we both tried to get control of our tears, Mark cleaned off the pee that clung to my skin. He made sure my butt was also clean of any blood. It turned out that the creep had managed to break my skin somehow with one of the strikes of his belt but the bleeding at least seemed to be very little. In fact, Mark was able to get it to stop pretty quickly and even found some cream to treat my soars. Very carefully, he rubbed the cream into my soar bottom then used toilet paper to cover it as if it were a bandage.
Not sure what I was supposed to do, as I didn't want to go back out there naked, we debated on just staying in the bathroom until the man left. I know it sounds stupid, but for some reason with the door shut, we hoped that the man would forget about us and we would be safe here. Unfortunately, that would not be the case as the man suddenly flew into another rage and screamed for us to get our little butts out where he was, right that moment. Scared of what the man might do to us, we decided not disobeying him. Not knowing what the guy might say about the toilet paper on my butt, Mark first removed and rubbed the remaining creaming into my skin even though it hurt like hell as he did it. We then each quickly washed our hands before leaving the relative safety of the bathroom.
"I can't believe you diapered brats got piss and shit all over my bed!" He yelled at us. He then looked at Mark and asked, "What did I tell you about getting my bed wet or messy?!" He demanded to know.
I watched as Mark's whole body again trembled, I was surprised he didn't just drop a load in his diaper right then and there! I guess he must not have been able to poop but he sure could pee. His GoodNite was starting to swell quickly from his fear. One thing going for him, it still wasn't as bloated as the one I was just taken out of, at least not yet. As for the prick, he was certainly getting a thrill out of scaring the piss out of us as he stared at Mark pissing his GoodNite. It was obvious that he was enjoying this more than he claimed. I may be only 11-years-old, but I wasn't dumb enough to not know that the guys fucked up smile plastered on his face, told it all! He loved this more than he was telling us and he got a thrill out of it! Also, that smile once again didn't seem right, it looked wrong on this man's face. It was fake and somehow evil looking, and I no longer thought of this bastard, as nothing but a threat.
With the sheets, it was hard to read him. I could tell he was still loving the idea of scaring us, but at the same time, I really do get the idea that the guy was still somewhat disgusted as well. If it wasn't due to our earlier fun, maybe we wouldn't have forgotten all about the dirty sheets on the bed. Because we had that fun, neither one of us had gotten around to yet cleaning up the mess from Mark's leaky GoodNite. Of course, the original plan was for me to take care of the bedding while Mark was in the shower cleaning up. If we had followed that plan, then we could have escaped this current tantrum the guy was throwing now. Then again, we would have also missed all the fun that Mark and I had while we were in the shower together. I am not sure now if it was worth it. Mark might think differently, but if all the guy does is yell at us, then it was definitely worth it!
I watched as the guy still yelling, reached down and stripped the wet sheets off the bed and threw them at us. The sheets only made it about halfway towards us before hitting the floor, this seemed to piss the guy off even more as he hadn't managed to hit us with the nasty sheets. This whole display of anger just made me glad he didn't know about the ones I had wet during the night. I just hoped he didn't find them eventually and knew we needed to do something about them to keep from getting caught later. I knew about them as I had stumbled across them earlier this morning when I was searching the small area for anything to help me to escape. I had found the wet hidden sheets under the bathroom sink, behind a bunch of stuff. I knew those had been my fault but these had been Mark's. Due to having pooped in his GoodNite, the sheets were stained a brownish color from the pee that leaked from his flimsy diaper and mixed with his messy backend. They also reeked of his urine and poop as well! At least we never got the blankets wet, I would hate to see what the guy would have done if we had managed to do that!
"I swear you boys must like standing around in your own filth!" The man declared with that creepy smile still on his face. It also didn't escape me how close to the truth he actually was, it didn't help that my boyhood picked that moment to betray me and boned up, as if it was agreeing with the man. "That is a cute little pecker you have there boy! I am going to show you it is for more than just peeing!" He laughed at my confused look while I tried to use my hands to hide it from his sight. "Boy! That small thing you probably call your peepee or wiener, belongs to me now! Get your hands off of it and give me a good look."
Too scared not to do as I was told, I slowly dropped my hands down to my sides. It took everything I had to keep them there as I had to force myself, from using them to cover myself back up. The only thing that kept me from covering myself was the unspoken threat of that bastard using his belt again on my already wounded bum! I watched the creep eye me with that smile that just screamed of something just wrong with him. I wasn't sure if he was wanting me to disobey him so he could have the pleasure of beating me some more, or if he was giddy that he had broken me into submission. If it was the latter, we both would soon learn that would not be the case.
"Yep, that is one nice little pecker you have there, little boy!" He said again as he licked his lips and grinned.
I wasn't sure how much more of this humiliation I could suffer and if it hadn't been for Mark slipping his hand into mine at that moment, I probably would have broken down once again. I looked over to my best friend as he gently squeezed my hand to remind me, he was there. I couldn't believe how much Mark was being a comfort to me right now; when I was sure he was freaking out as much as I, if not worse. I knew Mark could be strong at times, but I also knew that he had a much easier life then Randy and me. He was a boy whose worst punishment may have been to be put into diapers, if he had an accident. Even the occasional groundings he received were not anywhere near as bad as the types of punishments my own parents used. I did have to think when the last time I had been spanked and I realized it had been a while. Also, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the one I just went through.
"So, are you going to answer me or not?" The man demanded, once again reminding us about how we made a mess in his bed.
"I'm sorry sir!" Mark finally choked out, fighting his own tears. "I tried to keep the bed dry but I fell asleep and Craig's diaper leaked all over it. You should have known he wasn't able to go to the bathroom as he was so sick, he couldn't even wake up!" He added quickly in my defense, trying to shift some of the blame on our kidnapper and me.
I guess Mark had forgotten the sheets that I had wet were still hidden underneath the sink in the bathroom. The sheets that were now just pulled from the bed were not wet by me or my leaky diaper but by his own leaky GoodNite. Of course, I wasn't going to say anything, mostly out of fear and also due to the fact that I didn't know what this man would do if he found the second set of wet sheets. It was now that I noticed something that I somehow hadn't before. The bed was covered in a rubber sheet as I could plainly see it with the brownish yellow pee puddle still on it. If this was the case, why in the hell was this guy yelling like he was at Mark? I was now more than certain that he had expected it to get wet, otherwise he would not have protected the mattress in the first place.
"So, you are saying it is my fault then?!" The man snarled at Mark who I am sure wished he could have taken back what he said and only could gulp in reaction to the man's anger. "Do I have to beat your butt like I did to your little friend there?!" He continued to snarl at Mark. "You were told to keep all your fucking crap and piss off my bed!" At this, he picked up the disgusting sheets off the floor and then shoved them into Mark's hands. "I swear, if you don't get this mess cleaned out of these, I will make you suck it out!" He declared and I about puked at the thought of him shoving those nasty sheets into our mouths. As the guy looked at the disgust on our faces, his anger seemed to melt and he once again gave us that creepy smile of his. "I love scaring the shit out of you 2 little pussies!" He declared and suddenly laughed.
Not knowing for sure if that meant we were off the hook about wetting and messing up his bed, I looked at the guy confused. As I said, I could tell there was a rubber sheet on the bed. Even though I just found out, Mark must have seen it last night when he changed the wet sheets that I messed up. I kinda remembered him cleaning me up but due to the fact of how sleepy I was at the time; I don't remember much. I do know that when I was led back to the bed, it was dry.
"Can't you run them in the clothes washer sir?" Mark asked as he looked at the man then down at the smelly bundle in his arms. And then sounding scared he added, "I mean, I can try and clean them sir but I know I would never get them as clean as the clothes washer, I'm just a little kid."
"Well then, you will be a little kid with a very sore bottom, if they are not clean by tomorrow then! I mean it, I will smack your butt black and blue and I will not stop like I did with your friend, no matter how much begging he does. Also, if he starts to cry as well, I will strap you both down to the table and beat you both until you lose your voices and pass out from the pain!" And as he made this threat, he laughed maniacally.
I couldn't help myself as I felt a shiver of fear run through my body and for a moment, I lost control of my bladder. A small squirt of pee shot out of my boyhood and onto the floor, both surprising me and scaring me further.
"What the fuck! How many times do I have to tell you two little shits not to piss and crap on my floor! I guess I need to treat you both like disobedient dogs when they make a mess! He then turned towards me and pointed at the floor, "Boy, if you know what is good for you, you will get down there and lap that mess up with your tongue!" He demanded and as he order me to do this, once again I almost barfed, which if I had, I was almost sure he probably would have made me eat that up as well.
"Sir? You can't be serious? I mean, I would just rather you kill me now, then ever do something that disgusting!" I stated without really thinking it through, but I had to draw the line somewhere, even if the puddle was barely large enough to really be described as a puddled but more as a little dribble spot.
I knew I was taking a big chance of getting us both killed right now and I even saw the fear growing on Mark's face at my defiance, but I knew there was a time where we finally had to make a stand and say no and this was mine! Unfortunately, our kidnapper didn't like me growing a spine and yanked me off the floor so fast, that I swear he must have been the Flash! Well, maybe not the Flash, since he was good guy and the bastard who took us was on the side of evil. So, the bastard was more like Reverse Flash, Eobard Thawne.
I started to yell out in pain before I suddenly felt an explosion of new pain erupt in my stomach and knock all the breath out of me, and for the next several minutes, it took everything I had just to fight to get breath to my oxygen starved lungs. Even though I was fighting to breathe, I was still somewhat conscious as to what was happening around me, so it didn't pass me when Mark began to panic after the dickwad belted me!
"You little pipsqueaks still don't get it! You are mine! You will do whatever I say to do, if you want to live another day! The sooner you get that through your tiny little pea brains, the better off your last few days on this sad little planet your stay will be!" Our kidnapper angrily taunted us in a threateningly manner.
He finally let me go and I crumpled to the floor still in pain. I wasn't sure if he was still expecting me to lick up my puddle of pee or not but I knew no matter what he did to me that I would never do it. One thing though never crossed my mind at the time and wouldn't until later. What would I have done, if he had threatened to hurt or even kill Mark at that moment, if I didn't do it? If I had to listen to Mark screaming as he was hurting him, would I have done something that disgusting? No matter what I would have wanted to believe, deep down I knew the answer. I would do whatever I had to do, to help my buddy, Mark!
I didn't have much time to think about it though as the creep suddenly yelled at me about not moving fast enough and then I felt a sudden explosion of pain in the back of my head before everything went dark! I don't know how long I lay there unconscious but it must have been for quite a while. When I finally came too, I found myself in one of those pamper diapers and now lying in the guy's, now remade bed. Like earlier this morning, my head once again hurt like hell. Trying to find the source of the pain, I reached up and touch the sore tender spot with a hand. I winced as my fingers ran over a large knot on the back of my head and I was sure the bastard caused it.
Sighing and trying to sense the rest of my body parts to see if there was any more damage, I could tell from the feel of it, the Pamper taped on me was soaked. At least it had not leaked so I was safe from being beaten anymore by the guy from making a mess on his bed. So far, I had been more focused on myself and hadn't even looked to see yet if anyone else was there in the room with me still. I guess you could say that with my pain ringing from my head, it was keeping me from even thinking about Mark or for that fact our kidnapper being so close to me. It wasn't until I heard some noises that I even remembered them, and saw Mark and the bastard sitting at the table talking.
As I looked over at them and studied Marks face, I could tell that he had been crying at some point and I couldn't help wondering if the ass had used the belt on my poor sweet Mark, like he had me? I couldn't help but get angry at the thought of him hurting Mark. I found myself wishing I could rip this awful man to shreds and shit into his guts as he died in front of us. But, I knew no matter how much I wanted to hurt him; I was just a kid and had no chance against him. I only could hope that this man would be caught and get what he deserves in the end!
Another thing that pissed me off about the Man, he seemed to be enjoying our suffering way too much! I could tell that even now he was in a good mood. Not wanting him to see my anger though, I did my best to bury it for now as I slowly sat up in bed. No sooner than I done this, and Mark's wet sapphire eyes lit up and he brought sunlight to my darkened soul as I watched his sad face turn into a toothy smile.
"CRAIG YOU'RE OKAY!" He suddenly shouted out loudly with joy, and almost blew my eardrums off from across the room.
Neither one of us expected what happened next but I guess we should have. There was a sudden flash of a hand then a loud smacking noise as Mark's head just about twisted off his neck. The man hit him so hard that his head seemed to spin to the right. The force of it knocked poor Mark right out of his seat and made him fly several feet away from the table! Before I even thought about it, I shot out of bed and was at Mark's side as he lay on the floor crying in a crumpled ball. I didn't even consider that I was dangerously close to the man who almost killed me earlier!
"Boy, if you care for your friend at all, you better get him to shut his trap right now or I will do to him what I did to you but I can't guarantee that he will be as lucky as you were to survive!" The son-of-a-bitch stated in a furious rage.
I could tell from his voice he wasn't playing around and I was scared for Mark's life right then! Trying my best, I did everything I could to quickly calm him and it wasn't until I finally shoved Mark's thumb in his mouth for him and began to soothingly rub his back and murmur in his ear that he began to calm down. Mark looked up at me with tears still leaking from his eyes and sucking his thumb eagerly. Never once did he show any embarrassment from me knowing his secret thumb sucking habit. I just hoped that later when he was in a better mind frame, that he still wouldn't. I tore my eyes for a moment away from those of Mark, as I needed to make sure what was happening behind me. The last time I had the kidnapper at my back, he apparently kicked me in the back of my head and I didn't want a repeat of that episode. I am not sure if it was because I looked away or if it was just Mark finally loosing it, but that was the last time that night Mark seemed to be in the same room with me.
As I looked up at the man, he gave me a cruel smile before commenting. "Oh how sweet. You two make such cute little perverts!" He then got out his little silver flip phone and before I knew it, he was using it to take a couple photos of us in just our soaked diapers.
Now, I really wasn't sure, but I thought a pervert was a bad person who did bad things to kids. If this was the case, then the man was the pervert not Mark and me! As for how I knew he was taking photos of us, it was obvious from his comments exactly what he was doing with the phone aimed at us. It made me wonder if he had cameras hidden in the apartment somewhere so he could then turn around and make movies out of all the footage to sell to all the other perverts like him out there, which is if I was right about what a pervert is.
I think the man would have continued to hurt or humiliate us but the phone he was holding started to ring suddenly and that put an end to his play as he angrily answered it. "What!?" He asked in a very irritated voice to the person on the other end. "Hey man, when are you going to get it that I am not your fucking slave, that I am supposed to be your partner!" This didn't seem to come out as a question but more as an angry statement from our current babysitter. Several moments went by before our current captor answered again but when he did, he sent a chill down my spine and made me crap myself. "You know what, why don't I just kill them both now and you can just fuck yourself! He shouted back at the phone before hanging up on the guy on the other end. "Fuck that asshole!" he muttered loudly to himself and had me frozen in total fear.
Don't ask me why, but I was almost sure at that moment that the guy was going to kill both Mark and me. I guess the truth was, I just heard him tell the person on the phone he was going to do it and in my mind he was crazy enough to just carry through with it. I mean the guy just a minute ago threatened to kill Mark and he almost killed me earlier, so I had no reason not to believe him. It didn't help when he suddenly brought out a gun from what seemed nowhere and pointed it at both Mark and me. If I hadn't already filled the backside of my diaper, I would have right then, the little bit of urine that was in my bladder did let loose though and further wet my soaked diaper. I was amazed the Pamper hadn't leaked yet but knew it wouldn't matter anymore if the guy killed both Mark and I dead here and now!
"Tell me, why I shouldn't just shoot both of you between the eyes right now!?" The guy snarled at us. "You both have been nothing but trouble for me since you came into my life and are nothing but just little pants pissers and shitters!" At this, a cruel looking smile curled up on his lips and I wondered if he was considering maybe killing one of us and keeping the other as a possible plaything for future torture. "WELL!" He spat out when we didn't answer fast enough for his taste.
I could tell that Mark still was nowhere near capable of speaking as he continued to suck his thumb and now stare off in the distance as if he wasn't here but somewhere else. To be honest, I couldn't blame him and wished I could be wherever he was at that moment so we could be together at the end. Too bad this couldn't happen; it would have saved me from being there when my body was literally put through the worst pain I ever felt in my life. No instead, I would have to settle with being together with Mark even if he flew the cuckoo's nest and trying my best to protect him up to our deaths! And thinking of death, for some reason a thought popped into my mind as I looked at that gun in the guy's hand, I hoped that the killer would at least do us the decency of leaving us together when he dumped our bodies. I would hate it if he were to separate us and for our parents to have to find us over long periods of time, one by one. I also would really hate the fact that Mark's and my body would be all alone for so long and it seemed wrong to separate us. I of course was too afraid to ask the man this as by doing so, it meant I was already giving up and I also knew that the man was a jerk and would deny us that last request anyway. I decided to instead, focus on living and answering his question before he went ahead and started shooting us!
"S-s-sir, if you k-k-kill us..." At this, I paused as I was afraid he might just shoot me, just for being a stuttering fool. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself and my scared beating heart down. "I mean, if you kill us, you will not be able to have all that fun you want with us." I pointed out the obvious.
He then looked down at me and pointed the gun directly at me, "what makes you think I can't just get someone else that is less trouble than you..." He began. "...some cute boy who doesn't shit or piss himself." He finished and smiled.
I knew I was taking a big chance of pissing him off and getting shot, but I also knew it was our only chance as I was positive about how it affected this man. "I've seen the way you look at us when we wear our diapers, especially when we wet them in front of you! Be honest, you like it when you see us wear our diapers and pee and poop in them!" I stated with as much bravery as I could muster. "You may claim that we disgust you with our problem but your smile whenever one of us has an accident says you love it! Also, your bed has a rubber mattresses bed protector on it, you knew ahead of time that someone would get your bed wet so you protected it, knowing you that when it was wet you would not only get to see the wet boy but also scare that boy too!" Never once while saying these things, did I ever raise my voice or get smart mouthed with him no matter how much I wanted to; I knew the risk was too high of getting shot if I did, I also knew what I said was true but didn't understand why this guy was so interested in boys wetting themselves to the point that it made him smile.
At this, the guy's angry steely look collapsed into a smile. "Well, brat, you're not as stupid as I thought. So, you think you figured it out and you are partially right, but it still doesn't mean you're not irreplaceable!"
I don't know if it was because of stupidity or what, but not knowing what he was talking about for sure I had to ask him. "What do you mean, what does irreplaceable mean?" I asked with uncertain dread.
Our tormentor continued to smile at us as he saw my confused face and even though I was pretty sure Mark had no better idea what the word meant then I did, he was still off in whatever corner of his mind he withdrew to right now. To be honest, I really didn't expect the guy to tell me the meaning, as I said, I asked without really thinking. So, what came out of his mouth next was not only a little confusing but surprised me.
"I guess you pipsqueaks deserve to know that much. The word irreplaceable means, that something or someone is so important that they or it, is needed in order to survive or get through whatever task they need to get through. That I guess is the simple version for you to make it easier to understand. So, let's say you're in the desert and the only water you have is in a jug you have to ration until you are rescued. That water is the most important thing for your survival and in this case is irreplaceable. As far as you know, there is no way for you to replace it and therefore, it is important that you make sure it last as long as you can. Now in the case of you two, neither of you are irreplaceable. You don't do anything I ask right away without being told more than once and without questioning everything. So, do you understand now? I can shoot both of you, drop you both off hundreds of miles apart and by the time the cops find your corpses, they will be half eaten by maggots and the wild life!" With that, he let out a wicked laugh that chilled me down to my bones.
I looked back at Mark again and became worried about him. How long was my friend going to be like this? I have never seen Mark like this in all my life. He was usually the one who brought Randy and me out of our bad moods. I had no idea if I could do the same for him or if it was even possible. What if this was permanent and Mark was stuck like this for the rest of his life? I don't think I could live with myself knowing that I would never get my Mark back to normal. I guess that maybe fear and stupidity made me say what I said next.
"What did you do to Mark, will he ever be back to normal again!" I cried out to the man, almost pleading for a positive answer to my question.
"What does it matter?" The dick shot back, "You both will be dead soon anyway." He snickered as the fear once again washed over my small body.
It was then that what the man actually said hit me. I finally processed his message that he gave me. What he really wanted were cute boys that did as he told them to do. Was it already too late to make it seem as if I was willing to be more cooperative with the kidnapper? Mark had told me to do whatever I had to with this guy, if I wanted to survive. I know I refused earlier as I didn't want to be gross and lick piss up off the floor, which was probably as dirty as my piss was. I wasn't sure if I could yet do something like that, but I could at least try and show this guy I was willing to make him happy since Mark wasn't able to. I knew from Mark that the guy would want to feel me up, maybe stick a finger up my bum. I also knew he might want me to play with his big wiener. Mark had stated the guy had wanted to do other things with him but wasn't able to as he got interrupted with the phone call to come and get me. When I asked what it was he wanted to do, Mark had no idea. I guess I was about to find out.
"I'm sorry I said no earlier, I just got grossed out about licking my piss off a dirty floor." I tried to explain to him. "I am ready to do anything you want now. I know you did some stuff with Mark and he said that some of it felt good, we could do that and whatever else you want to do." I suggested and this seemed to work as a genuine smile spread across his face.
"That sounds like a good idea, but it will have to wait until I get back, I have to go do a favor for this asshole but as soon as I get back, I'll take you up on that offer. While I am gone though, clean yourself and your dipshit little friend up. Oh, I am sure you're probably hungry since you haven't eaten anything all day. As for your food, you will find it in the fridge." The man suggested as he finally started to gather his stuff and leave. "Boy, make sure you're clean when I get back and that you have used the toilet fully, and I mean you better not only piss but also have crapped in it, or else!" The way he said this last part sounded like a threat and so I knew I better follow it or expect another spanking with that belt on my sore bottom.
As he left and locked us in, I realized for the first time how hungry I actually was. One look at the clock and I noticed that it was well past 7pm. The last time I had eaten was dinner the night before; I was surprised I had gone this long without eating. I opened the refrigerator to see what he left me to eat. A plate of food covered with tinfoil was sitting there on a shelf. I smiled when I noticed a note from Mark on top of it letting me know it was my lunch. I am not sure why he felt the need to write that note as he would have expected to be here with me when I ate it. Maybe a part of him foresaw what was coming. Anyway, my lunch turned out to be my dinner, as I sat down and began to eat a now cold but delicious stew and my hamburger from last night. I was still hungry after I finished but not knowing if I would get in trouble or not, I decided to not touch any of the other food.
Throughout this time as I ate, Mark just continued to stare into space and suck his thumb. I wanted to feed him as well and even tried to feed him some of my stew but he refused to eat it and just stuck his thumb back in his mouth every time I removed it.
Not knowing how long I had before the creep would be before he returned; I decided it would be best to get cleaned up. I knew my Pamper was a mess with it being both soaked and having a load in the back of it. It wasn't that long ago that I would have wanted to stay in my messy diaper as long as I could. At least I was able to sit on the mess to enjoy it even more when I sat down at the table to eat my dinner. Too bad I couldn't enjoy it longer, but without knowing when our jailer was going to be back, I needed to start getting the things done he instructed me to do. Right now, I knew I needed to get cleaned up as fast as I could and I wondered if Mark was messy as well.
I walked over to my friend and called out to him. "Mark, is your diaper just wet or did you poop in it too?" I asked him but he didn't even look at me or seem to show any recognition to his name being mentioned.
Sighing and full of worry for Mark, I went over to him and pulled the back of his Pamper back and saw that he too had fill the back side of his diaper as well. Hoping that Mark would be able to at least walk as there was no way I could carry him as he was bigger than I was; I tried to encourage him to get on his feet. What I wanted to do was get him in the shower with me like this morning and wash him down there and then wash myself. I knew it would be the fastest way of cleaning the both of us up. After that, I was going to re-diaper him and then plant myself on the toilet and try to do my business. I planned on staying there until the ass came back and that way if I did do anything, it would end up in the potty. Besides, without Mark's help, I wouldn't be able to put a Pamper on myself. That meant my only other choice was to use one of the last 4 GoodNites we had left and I didn't want to waste one of them either, plus if I did, I would just have another mess to clean up. So, I decided I would just stay on the potty where I would try my best to empty myself into it.
This whole plan of course hinged on getting Mark to the bathroom and into the shower. At first I didn't think it was going to work as he wasn't being very cooperative. I begged and pleaded with my friend, letting him know that our lives depended on it and I am not sure if it was this that finally sunk in to wherever he was hiding at or if he just finally gave in to my prodding and tugging on his body. Whatever it was, he finally got up from the floor and with me holding his hand that didn't have his thumb in his mouth, followed me into the bathroom and into the shower.
"Mark, I am not sure if you can hear me or not, but thank you. Now, stay still as I am going to take your diaper off and I don't want your poop to get all over the place." I told my, out of it, friend.
Again, I sighed, wishing Mark was his old self. Carefully I removed his soaked and messy diaper and set it outside the shower; I then did the same with my own. As I removed each of our diapers, I used the clean parts, or I should say the parts clean of poop to clean as much poop off our butts as possible. This would make it easier for the shower to clean the rest of us and whatever mess that was left. I then turned on the water and got it to the right temp before turning on the shower.
I guess you could say that I really had hoped that the shower would have brought Mark back to me but it didn't. He remained the same as I washed him, never once removing his thumb he continued to suck. I thoroughly washed him and then washed myself. Once I had us both dry, I re-diapered him in a clean Pamper's diaper and hoped he stayed clean until the guy came back. The last thing I wanted was to be accused of not taking care of him if he did go in his clean diaper. Once I had Mark taken care of, I sat him in a corner of the bathroom and like I promised, I sat on the toilet and there I remained, doing my business until he came back.
Boy, did I wish he hadn't come back. When he told me to put on a GoodNite instead of putting me into a Pamper, I was confused. He then picked up Mark who was still sucking his thumb and not talking. Before I knew it, the man was naked and in his bed. He had Mark on one side of him and told me to lie down on the other side. Strange thing was, he had Mark lying so his feet were up at the pillow and his head was pointing towards the end of the bed. If he had covered Mark, he would have had trouble breathing with his head under the blanket and trapped with all our body heat. At least with Mark still in his diaper and all spaced out, I figured he would be saved from tonight's activities. Well, that is what I had thought.
Everything started off kind of slowly. It was like Mark had explained; it was a lot of him touching me and him wanting me to touch him. When he licked a finger and pushed it against my little hole, I was afraid of what he was going to do and suddenly tensed up. I of course knew what he was going to do, but my mind for some reason froze in that moment. The man didn't care though, He was going to get what he wanted whether I had anything to say about it or not.
You know, no matter how much I try to not scream or cry because I am told that I will get my ass blistered if I do, it is really hard not to when someone suddenly shoves a finger into your poop hole! When I say shove, I really mean shove! He pushed his finger into me and passed through every muscle barrier that blocked its way. As it tore into my insides, it felt as if it was burning its way deep into me and the pain was just unbearable. It wasn't until the kidnapper's other hand reached out and grabbed hold of my throat and started squeezing and cutting off my airflow that I even realized I had been screaming bloody murder the whole time!
If I had thought his finger had been bad, when he pushed a second one in me, I thought the pain was going to never end. Again he had to almost choke me to death to get me to stop screaming. The weird thing was that as he worked those fingers back and forth in me, I did eventually get used to them somewhat and the pain did subside a little, even if the discomfort never did. Also, I had been somewhat warned of this, maybe not to the extent of how painful it truly was, but I knew what to expect. What happened next though was definitely something I had not expected!
After he pulled his fingers out of me, I was amazed and equally disgusted when he started to suck on them as if they were coated in chocolate sauce instead of my butt butter and fumes! If his goal was to make me upchuck in his bed, not much more of this and I would be! I watched as he turned to his side and faced Mark and I wondered what he was planning as I became worried about my friend. I quickly found out why he wanted Mark turned around like he did and what one of those other things that he wanted to do with him were. I just couldn't believe it though when I saw it.
His wiener was huge, not Mark's but the man's and it wasn't even completely stiff yet. I watched as he used his semi hard on to whack Mark in the face several times. I guess it wasn't really hard enough to actually hurt him or at least force him out of his catatonic state. I wasn't sure if that was what the guy was trying or not or if it was just his way of having some more fun at our expense. Mark took the whacks without a peep, but even I could hear the smacking sounds they made as his weenie hit my friend's face, and knew it had to hurt at least some. Mark just laid there and continued to suck his thumb as if there was no tomorrow.
"If I didn't know better, I would think that your butt buddy is a retard!" The asshole laughed as he finally gave up hitting Mark with his large wiener. "Well, you better hope he will suck it!" He stated and confused me as to why in the world I would ever hope my best friend would ever do that.
When I saw what the man was attempting to do though, I realized that maybe in Mark condition, he might just suck this guy's wiener thinking it was his thumb. Yes, it would be a much bigger thumb then his own, but with Mark's mind gone away from reality, he might just do it without realizing it. There was just no way I could let my buddy have to go through that.
"Please sir, I know I agreed to do anything you wanted but Mark can't be expected to agree to that! He isn't even in his right mind right now. Please don't make him suck your weenie." I begged the guy while at the same time hoping he wouldn't demand that I do it instead.
"Well, if it is your wish that your buddy not wet me down for your sake, then I guess I will grant it. I think it is a bad idea, but of course it is your choice on how you want it done, it is just going to hurt more is all." At the time when he said this, I just focused on the fact that he was not going to make either me or Mark suck on his wiener, the rest of what he said, had slipped past me for the time being, though, a few minutes later, those words would come back to me as I started to really scream for the first time in my life!
You know what happened from there, the asshole had shoved his huge wiener inside of me. Right before it had happened, I felt the tip of it rub up against my hole after he had repositioned both himself and me. I only had a second to realize what his intentions were and thought at the same time that there was no way it would fit. As I already stated, it fit, as he made it fit!
Then when it was all over and he once again went to make Mark clean off his wiener, I wanted to stop him like I did before earlier but due to my pain, tears, and paralyzing fear, I couldn't find my voice to even speak up this time as I almost once again wretched in bed as I watched my friend clean the disgusting thing the man peed from and had up my butt. I knew as well, even if I did speak up, the killer may take it as me being defiant once again and kill us after all. It was probably the reason my brain kept me from speaking in the first place as it knew it needed to protect me from making such a mistake no matter how wrong the man was or how disgusting of an act it was.
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That was all before falling asleep and now awake and out from under the guys arm, I was able to survey the room. Looking at Mark, I couldn't tell with him sleeping if he was back to normal or if he was still hiding in his faraway place. I considered trying to wake him to see, but I decided that right now, not knowing for sure what that might do, it was better to just let him sleep and look for the phone and keys myself. A part of me didn't think the man would make it easy for me to find them but low and behold, I did. Both the phone and keys were in his pants on the floor next to the bed. A part of me wanted to use the keys and make a run for it, but I knew that the noise from the doors would wake up the guy and I would just make him get angry and hurt Mark before I even got out the door. I realized that without Mark, attempting escape was not even worth it. I decided that the phone was the obvious choice. Picking it up I flipped it open and then tried to dial my home number but I quickly realized that it didn't work. At first I thought the phone must be powered down and needed to be turned on but that proved false when I saw that it was on but asking for a passcode.
"Damn, how am I supposed to know this guy's passcode?!" I whined quietly.
The phone seemed to be currently locked in some screensaver mode. It was no wonder why the guy didn't bother trying to hide the phone or the keys for that matter as he knew that neither of the 2 items would help us. They were there just to taunt and maybe even trick us into doing something stupid. Getting desperate, I started to type random numbers for possible passcodes but of course was not able to guess it. The was probably a gazillion different combinations and the luck of guessing the right one was not going to be very easy, or likely. With the escape plan a bust and not knowing what else to do, Craig, feeling very defeated, went to the bathroom and changed his soaked GoodNite and did his best at trying to put on a Pampers diaper. It didn't turn out perfect, but in the end, he was proud of the job he did for his first time at putting a diaper on himself with no help. Then with some disgust, he crawled back in bed with the man who molested him and his friend and fell back to sleep.